passing out on porches

Y'know, I bet new year’s celebrations felt a little… off for the ipre members who forgot. It doesn’t even need to be on the same day as the usual resets; just the concept of “new year new me!” type stuff would resonate weirdly with them.

Raven’s Roost has a big festival for candlenights, and part of it overlaps with new year’s. Magnus has fun making resolutions for next year. He stays up with Julia, but he keeps feeling like something’s going to go wrong. He needs to go somewhere, but the only place to be is home. He won’t let Julia out of his sight for hours until the moment passes.

Merle stares out at the beach from the porch. New years celebrations aren’t big in this area, but he heard about it and he can’t get it off his mind. He keeps checking on the kids, inadvertently waking them up more than once. But there are more stars tonight than he feels there should be, and it’s reassuring.

Taako does a special show for new years, and it’s great. He does a fantastic job of disguising that he’s feeling oddly detached– you know, in that way where he really, really needs to Not Care about something. But it’s chill. It’s totally chill, he keeps telling himself, and getting chills. It’s a cold night to be out.

And bells ring in the distance to signal when it happens. Magnus grins at his wife, suddenly feeling especially grateful for her staying here with him. Merle opens his tightly shut eyes, and feels strange when they open to the exact same dark night. Taako catches food in his frying pan, an impressive feat after nearly sending it out of sight at the sudden bell.

And three people breathe sighs of relief all at once.

So I got bored and checked the weather for both Almaty and St. Petersburg and they're hilariously different so here's an otayuri drabble

Why the hell Yakov was making him practice in this heat, Yuri had no idea. But he hated him for it.

Sure, it wasn’t drastically hot, but 19°C was hot for St. Petersburg, and Yuri could be enjoying the weather if A: it wasn’t so humid, and B: Yakov wasn’t making him practice.

Yuri tipped his head back, the vertebrae in his neck creaking and tense muscles stretching.

“Hey Yakov-”

“Give me a perfect triple axel into a spread eagle and you’re free to go.” The old man told him, drinking from the water bottle handed to him by Lilia.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri said, exasperated. “In this heat?”

“Vitya’s been making Katsuki practice his quads all day, at least I’m not that cruel.” Yakov shrugged.

“Actually, I’m doing this voluntarily.” Yuuri called, taking off and landing a frustratingly perfect quad flip.

“I’ve been trying to make him come home for hours Yakov, this is none of my doing.” Viktor groaned, leaning against the barrier and wiping his brow.

“You said it yourself Vitya,” Yuuri shrugged, pulling off an effortless triple axel into a spread eagle. “I’m going to need to try my best to beat you.”

“I’ve created a monster. I’m doomed.” Viktor sighed defeatedly, gazing at Yuuri.

“And Yurio-” He started, trailing lazily around the rink.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m not stopping until I have both records, so I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Getting cocky, now are we, Katsudon?” Yuri asked, cocking a brow.

“Well it’s not the only thing I’m getting.” Yuuri shrugged, taking off into a perfect quad salchow, winking at Viktor as he landed.

“What the fuck have you done to him, Vitkor?” Yuri asked, slightly disgusted at the innuendo.

“I don’t know!” Viktor said exasperatedly.

“Alright, that’s it.” Yakov sighed. “Katsuki, get your ass out of my rink before you kill yourself.”

“I’m not even tired though.” Yuuri sighed, taking off into a quad loop.

“You’re hell bent on destroying my skaters and I can’t have that. Get out before you hurt yourself.” Yakov said firmly.


“Yuuri.” Mila started. “We adore you, you’re sweet and talented and everything but with every jump you land, Yakov pushes us that much harder, so please, for the love of god, get the fuck out of the rink.”

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, finally skating off of the rink, Mila earning an exhausted ‘thank you’ from Viktor, who followed behind Yuuri.

“Yura. Triple axel. Now.” Yakov said firmly, folding his arms.


“Yes. Now.”

“I’d like to see you do it, old man.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms.

“Just do it, Yuri.” Yuuri called. “Anyway, we’re leaving for today, guys.”

“Finally!” Georgi groaned.

“Please take like, the next week off, you’re making us look bad.” Mila joked.

“No actually do, you’re driving me insane.” Yuri called.

“And Yakov said I couldn’t coach anyone.” Viktor smirked, pecking Yuuri on the cheek.

“Just leave already.” Yakov sighed. “Yuri, triple axel. I’m waiting.”

“For fucks sake, do I have to?”

“Do you want to lose the Olympics?”

“… fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Yuri unlocked his dorm, dumping his duffle bag at the door and kicking his shoes off. It’d been a week since Yakov and Lilia’s asshole of a son kicked Yuri out of his mother’s house.

He stalked over the mini fridge in the corner of his room, opening it and pulling out a cold can of fanta, wrenching open the tab and flopping down on his bed.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and opening up whatsapp, ignoring the 689 missed texts from the Barcelona GPF group chat and scrolling to Otabek’s contact, selecting video call.

Otabek picked up after around the 3rd ring, and the imagine Yuri was greeted with wasn’t what he expected.

A flushed, tanned, sweaty, muscular chest and a giggling little girl in the background. The camera shakily carried up to Otabek’s face, where it was obvious that he older boy was fast asleep.

“Bekaaaa!” Giggled the little girl, a bony little hand with garish pink nail polish and ratty bracelets pressing down on Otabek’s chest. “Oyanw! Beka! Käne Beka!”

Otabek made a weird noise between a snort and a squawk, eyes snapping open suddenly as he lurched forwards.

“Sälem aytşı Yura!” The little girl giggled.

“Natya…” Otabek murmured groggily. “Nege telefonım bar?” He asked, reaching for the phone and pulling the little girl to the side. “Bul öte jaramsız.” He scolded, blowing a raspberry into the little girl’s cheek.

“Um… is this a bad time?” Yuri asked awkwardly, taking a sip from his soda can. “I can go…”

“Crap! Yura, I forgot. Sorry, I fell asleep and my little sister took my phone-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yuri shrugged. “It’s kinda cute.”

Otabek laughed, ruffling his sister’s messy black hair.

“Sälem Yura!” She grinned, waving at the screen.

“She says hi.” Otabek grinned, translating.

“Hi Natalia.” Yuri smiled, waving back, earning a gap-toothed grin from the little girl.

“Natya, Siz bizden kete alasız ba?” Otabek asked his sister, slipping back into his native tongue.

She nodded, waving at the screen.

“Bayt Yura!” She giggled, running off.

“She’s adorable.” Yuri smiled, sipping from the can again.

“I know.” Otabek grinned.

“Did you teach her to call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“To call me Yura?”

“She’s called you that since she saw you on TV at the Russian Nationals two years ago.”

“Why though?”

“Don’t look at me, she just does.”

Oh, Yuri was look at him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”


“You’re half naked. At least I think you are… I can only see your chest.”

“I’m wearing underwear if that’s what you’re asking.” Otabek snorted, flashing Yuri a crooked grin.

“Really? No pants?”

“It’s too hot.” Otabek shrugged, reaching for a something offscreen and bringing a glass of water to his lips.

“Seriously? Isn’t it like, 19°C? Kinda pathetic. And that’s coming from a Moscow native.”

“It’s 36°C over here.” Otabek said flatly.

“Damn, your coach makes you practice in that heat?” Yuri asked incredulously.

“Nah. Training’s cancelled. He’s passed out in the porch.”

“Lucky bastard. Yakov’s been forcing me to train.” Yuri huffed.

“Watch your language, Yura. My family is in the vicinity.”

“I’m like 300 miles away they can’t hurt me.”

“My cousin will find you. You know what Aleks is like.”

“And I hope you boys are keeping it PG-13!” Came the call of cousin in the background, causing Otabek to flush slightly.


“I’m just saying! Your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she saw you-”

“Aleks, sabırlılıqtı toqtatıñız Beka!” Came a call.

“Dude I can hear like, your entire family, where are you?”

“In my back yard.” He shrugged, switching the camera so Yuri could get a view of the lush, green garden, and the hammock Otabek was laying in.

“Its huge!” Yuri gasped. “Your family must be loaded!”

“My mother was an Olympic silver medalist. That kind of set us up for quite a while, then I started to send money home whenever I got it.” Otabek shrugged. “Joq, Natya, şlangini tömenge ornatıñız!”

Yuri heard giggling in the background, along with running water. Otabek shifted, the camera shaking a bit as he moved.

“My sister has a hose, I’m going inside.” He explained as a jet of water splashed behind him. “Nope nope nope nope. Not today.”

“Are you afraid of getting wet, Beka?”

“No I just don’t want to get- AH!”

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, cocking an eyebrow at the maniacal cackling heard in the background.

“Yeah, my sister just got me in the ass while I was running inside.”

“Damn, good aim.”

“Yeah,” He said, camera shaking as he went up the stairs, opening the door to his room and pushing in. “Yura?”

“Still here.”

“I’m gonna need to change but I’m too lazy to disconnect the call, can I just put you against a pillow so you don’t see anything?”

“Sure.” Yuri shrugged, tossing his empty soda can into the trash.

The screen went a dark reddish-brown colour as it was pressed against the pillow, the camera suddenly flipping just as the screen went black.

Yuri could see Otabek pull away, turning around and pulling down the damp, dark grey boxers.

What the hell was Yuri supposed to do?!

The rational thing to would be to tell Otabek 'hey the camera accidentally flipped and I can see your ass and probably dick but I’m not sure’, but for some reason Yuri couldn’t speak.

Otabek turned in the direction of the camera, humming to himself as he stopped up the boxers and tossed them into the laundry hamper at the edge of his room, walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers.

Otabek quickly pulled the boxers on, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, putting those on too.

He reached for the camera, which suddenly flipped back to front facing as it was being pulled away from the pillow.

“Sorry I took so long- Yura, are you okay?” Otabek asked, suddenly concerned.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me?” Yuri stammered awkwardly.

“Your face, it’s all… red. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine! I’m just a bit hot and sweaty from practice, I should probably shower.” Yuri said quickly.

“Okay…” Otabek murmured, unconvinced. “If you don’t feel better after the shower, call Viktor or Yuuri or someone like that. And make sure you drink a lot of water. And eat properly. None of that energy bar nonsense-”

“Okay mom, jeez. I’m fine, really.” Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, young man.” Otabek said jokingly.

Yuri rolled his eyes, snorting.

“Bye Beka.”

“I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“I really can’t stop you can I?”


Yuri laughed, ending the call and flinging his phone onto the other end of the bed and pressing his hands into his face.

Otabek is hung like a fucking horse.


I just winged it ok sorry

Numinous [Stop 1]

Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst!


  1. Every chapter has a different P.O.V., switching from the reader to Bucky and back
  2. @aya-fay has the key to my heart, thank you for beta-ing this 3 times after I made minor changes every 2 seconds. I adore you.

Previous part

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“What?” I could hardly believe my ears, my jaw dropping open instead.

“Get in. Don’t make me repeat it again, or else I swear-” she sounded tired, exasperated, but Lord I missed her voice.

Before she finished her threat, I scrambled to the passenger’s side door and nearly ripped it open, flinging myself into the car with my still heart racing.

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Sterek Recs: Bookmarked (1/?)

I’ve been lacking with my posts, specifically my sterek recs, so I decided I should post all 1,163 (and counting) fics that I have bookmarked on AO3 into a few separate posts.

WARNING: I have been bookmarking almost every sterek fic I have ever read since the summer of 2015. Some of these fics may include side pairings or briefly include Derek and/or Stiles with someone else. I tried to add some tags and warnings here but PLEASE read the tags and or warnings on the fic itself if this is something you do not like. All of these fics are completed. 

How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan (Explicit - 2.2k)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, First Time, Porn Without Plot

Blushing Pretty by the_deep_magic (Explicit - 3.2k)

Tonight’s the rare occasion when he gets to take Stiles apart, piece by piece, and Stiles – annoying, mouthy, brilliant, gorgeous Stiles – lets him. 

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Light BDSM

🔒 The One In Which Derek’s Dick Disappears by bleep0bleep (Explicit - 3.3k)

Derek wakes up one afternoon without a particular appendage.

Stiles thinks someone left a very realistic looking dildo in his bed.

— Tags and Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Sex, Telepathic Sex

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova (Explicit - 3.7k)

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.

“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26, mothlights (Explicit, 4.4k)

Stiles doesn’t hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad’s calling out to him,

“Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?”

Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch – sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

— Tags and Warnings: Spark Stiles, Magical Bond, Hurt/Comfort

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (Mature - 5.9k)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Royalty, Alive Hale Family, background/side pairings. 

Intro To Art For NonMajors by otatop (N/A - 13k)

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can’t bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Student!Derek/Teacher!Stiles, Artist!Stiles

an exaltation of larks by llassah (Explicit - 25k)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Historical, AU: Werewolves are Known, AU: Medievalesque Omega!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Non-Graphic Torture, Mutual Pining

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (Explicit, 27k)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

— Tags and Warnings: University, Soul bonds, Getting Together.

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (Explicit - 33K)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst, Amnesia, Violence

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla) (Explicit - 34k)

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers

The Worst Thing I Ever Did by RemainNameless (Explicit, 41k)

Stiles would say his relationship with Derek is about fifteen percent empty threats, thirty percent sass, ten percent avoiding violence together, and five percent eyebrows.
If anyone asked, he would say the remaining forty percent is mutual orgasms.

It’s a good thing no one ever asks.

— Tags and Warning: AU: Canon Divergence, post 3x03, Underage, Canon Typical Violence, Porn With Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Dubious Consent, D/s themes, Non-Negotiated Kink

 Traces by standinginanicedress (Explicit - 44k)

Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles’ eyes. “You say you’re not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”

Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don’t you?”

“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.

“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we’ve had!”

“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn’t seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”

— Tags and Warnings: Underage (17), Angst, Body Dysmorphia, PTSD, Kate Argent

our lives are changing lanes by grimm (Explicit - 47k)

There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

“How many of those kids did you kidnap?” he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, “You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”

“Oooh,” says one of the kids hanging off his arm. “I’m telling Mom.”

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Werewolves Are Known, Deputy!Stiles, Single Parent Derek, Past Kate/Derek

☆ Sense of Home by siny  (Explicit - 53k)

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Major (Fake) Character Death, Angst, Slow Build, First Time, Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. 

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Explicit - 69k)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

— Tags and Warnings: Smut, Angst, Biker!Derek, background/side pairings

Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic (Explicit - 74k)

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst

☆ Cornerstone by Vendelin (Explicit - 83k)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

— Tags and Warnings: Blind!Stiles, Marine!Derek, PTSD

☆ No Homo by RemainNameless (Explicit - 84k)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Internalized Homophobia, Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Alcohol, Lots of Safe and Unsafe Sex

🔒 Shatterproof by pyes (Explicit - 90k)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

— Tags and Warnings: Post 3b Pack, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Canon Typical Violence/Gore. 

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 127k)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Death, Pack Feels, Abduction, Threats of Rape/Non-Con

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 131k)

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Feral!Stiles, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. Fics 2&3 of sterek aren’t majority about Sterek.

Stiles Isn't Entirely Human Rec List
















Yeti! Stiles



A/N: This occurred to me one night, and i just had to write it. Maybe there will be a part 2 soon. 

Word Count: 2348

If someone told me 6 months ago, that I would be dating Shawn Mendes, I would have laughed and told them “I wish.” Well, 6 months later, here we are, on our way to meet the rest of his friends, back in Pickering. Shawn and I met while he was on tour. I had bought the Silver VIP Package and during the Q&A, we clicked. It was like something drew him to me. For the whole duration of time that we sat in that stuffy little room, with all those other people, his eyes would always locate mine. Eventually, when the Q&A was over, he had sent Andrew to find me.

“Hey,” Shawn says, breaking me out of thought. “Are you nervous? You don’t have be.” He says, his honey coloured eyes, glancing at me briefly. “Eveyone is going to love you, I promise baby.”

“Well, I mean not really. I have already met Ian, Brian, and Matt. If at any point I don’t feel comfortable, I’ll just go and find one of them. Preferably Matt; I like Matt.” I laugh and Shawn laughs with me. Matt is one of those people who I get along well with. When I first met him, he cracked a joke, to break the ice. After that, I considered Matt to be one of my best friends. Whenever Shawn is away, the two of us hang out. Shawn loves the fact that we’re great friends and it makes him happy to see that all his friends like me.

“I know you do. I can barely handle the both of you together.” Shawn laughs. “You know, he told me something the other day. He told me that he’s never seen me as happy as I am, when I’m with you. He also said, that he hopes I don’t plan on getting rid of you, because if I did, he’d beat me. I told him not to worry though.” Shawn says, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb along the back of it. I smile at his gentle touch as well as Matt’s words.

The jeep starts to slow as Shawn applies pressure to the breaks. It must mean we’re pulling up to Leah’s house. I’ve learned that Leah is a YouTuber and that Shawn has been in a couple of her videos. Shawn pulls into the driveway, and cuts the engine.

“Are you ready?” He asks me, unbuckling his seatbelt, and turning to face me.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I mumble.

The two of us walk up to the door, where Shawn pauses to knock. It takes around a few seconds before the door opens to whom I assume is Leah. Within those few seconds, I nervously rock back and forth on my heels.

“Shawn!” Leah yells, and pulls Shawn into a hug. He laughs as he wraps his arms around her back. I stand back watching the reunion, a small smile adorning my face. Leah pulls away from Shawn, before she turns slightly to face me.

“You must be Y/N. Oh, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, from both Matt and Shawn.” She breaks eye contact to look briefly at Shawn, “You know, if Matt didn’t have a girlfriend, I swear he’d be crushing on Y/N.” I laugh, because a lot people say that to Shawn, even Aaliyah said it a while back.

Shawn lets out a small laugh before answering, “You’re not the first person to tell me that. I think it’s because the two of them are best friends, and everyone gets confused.” Shawn moves his hand from his side to rest it on the small of my back. “Now, Leah. Are you going to invite us in?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

Leah’s eyes widen at the realization of the fact that we are still standing on her porch. “Oh, yeah! Come on in.” She opens the door wide, to allow us to walk past the threshold.

My eyes wonder around her house. It’s a relatively fair-sized home. Pictures of Leah and her friends are hung up on the wall and I managed to pick up Shawn in a few of them. Shawn and I both take off our shoes and start to walk deeper inside the house. Shawn leans down to press his lips to my ear, before whispering “You’ll be fine, babe.” He presses a small kiss to my cheek before leading us to the living room.

Upon entering the room, I instantly pick up the faces of Matt, Brian, and Ian. There are a few other faces that Shawn has shown me a few pictures of, that I recognize, but only one sticks out. Sitting beside Rayah, Leah’s YouTube partner, is Lauren. Shawn’s ex-girlfriend from a few years ago. I really don’t have anything against her. She was an important part in Shawn’s life and I know that. I’m not going to get jealous because he still hangs out with her. She’s part of his friend group, and she’s always going to be around. Besides, she seems like a really nice person.

“Y/N!” A voice yells my name, that I recognize to be Matt’s. I laugh. Sometimes, he’s too loud, I swear.

“Matt,” I say to him laughing. “You know, we have inside voices for a reason?” I say, earning laughs from everyone.

Shawn laughs before introducing me to everyone. “Guys, this is Y/N.” I feel my cheeks heat up, as everyone’s eyes are on me.

Things are going extremely well. It’s like everyone welcomed me with open arms and I really appreciate that. I’ve even had the chance to talk to Lauren. She’s really sweet and both to Shawn and I’s surprise, we get along fantastically. We’ve been here for a few hours now, and I know it’s time for Shawn and I to go, considering we have dinner back at his parents house. I stand up form the couch I’ve sitting on, excusing myself from the conversation I had been having with Leah and ask if anyone has seen Shawn.

“Uh, I think he’s out on the front porch with Lauren.” Brian says to me. 

I’m standing in the kitchen talking to Ian when a voice interrupts us.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Lauren asks me with a timid smile. I let my eyes wonder over her face trying to see what she wants to talk about, but her facial expression stays neutral. I turn my head back to look at Ian to see if he knows, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Sure,” I shrug my shoulders and follow her out to the front porch. As we pass the living room, I see Y/N talking to Leah, and I smile. In this moment, watching her talk and laugh with my friends, I realize that I am in love with her. The way she throws her head back when she laughs, and that big smile, that somehow never leaves her face, and the way she looks at me, with those eyes.

Lauren sits down on one of the deck chairs and I follow suit. We sit here for a few minutes in silence, before I decide to disrupt it.

“So,” I start, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Why is it so different this time?” She asks me, a look of confusion on her face.

 “What do you mean?”

“You literally broke up with me because of touring and never being home, and now you’re with her? ‘I can’t give you what you need?’ ‘Don’t Be a Fool, and wait on me darling?’ Bullshit Shawn. And now you’re with someone who is literally like me. Back in Canada, in school, while you’re out living your dream. Shawn, you’re just repeating history. Eventually, you’ll start to feel the same way with her, the same way you did with me. So, why is it so different, huh? Why? Do you have any idea how this makes me feel?” She pauses. “You literally left me because ‘I deserved more than you promised’ and now, 2 years later you’re with Y/N. I loved you. And maybe, I did deserve more than you promised, but please don’t do this to Y/N. If you have the intention of not staying for the long run, let her go. Don’t make her go through the heartbreak that I did. I didn’t deserve that, Y/N doesn’t deserve that.” Lauren’s chest is rising up and down as she tries to steady her breathing. I’m shocked. I never knew she felt like this, but her words stir something up inside me. What if I start to feel like Y/N and I are losing hope? What if one day, I wake up and decide she’s not what I want anymore? I couldn’t hurt Y/N like that.

“Hey.” I hear Y/N say from behind me, and I turn around just in time to see her push a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I think we should probably get going. Dinner is in half an hour.” Shit, I forgot about dinner with my parents. Lauren gets up and silently walks past Y/N and into the house.

“Yeah, you’re right. Do you have everything?” I ask her, noticing her purse hanging off her shoulder. She nods her head in confirmation, and I stand up. I notice her eyes starring at me confused, but when I walk by her to get into the house, she doesn’t say a word as she follows.

“Hey guys, Y/N and I are heading out now. It was really great seeing you all.” I say to everyone as I put on my shoes.

“Aw, do you guys really have to go? We were thinking of running to the store to pick up some hamburgers and hotdogs, and having a barbecue.” Leah says sadly.

“Yeah, we have dinner with my parents tonight.”

“Well, safe drive guys.” She says, and we hear a chorus of goodbyes as Y/N shuts the door behind us. 

“Okay, are you alright Shawn? You haven’t said much since we left Leah’s.” Y/N asks me later that night, when we get back to my place. I just nod my head to confirm that I am fine. Y/N stalks off to the bedroom, to what I presume is to put on her pyjamas, while I take a seat on the couch. Lauren’s words are on constant repeat. What if she’s right? I lean my elbows on my knees and rest my head in my hands.

“What did Lauren say to you?” I jump as Y/N’s voice shocks me. I didn’t even hear her come up behind me.

“What?” I mumble to her.

“What did Lauren say to you?” Y/N asks, more precisely.


“Bullshit, Shawn. You’ve basically said nothing to me since your conversation with her. What did she say?” I can hear the uncertainty laced in her words.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. No apology is ever going to be enough for what I’m about to do.

“Sorry for what?” She sighs and I can tell she’s starting to get frustrated.

“For what I’m about to do.” I stand to my feet and walk slowly over to her. Her curious eyes following my every move.

“We can’t do this anymore. I hate leaving you behind everytime I have an interview or a show, hell even leaving you for months because of my tour. I know we said it was going to be difficult, when we started dating, but Y/N, I can’t do that to you anymore. I can’t continue to keep hurting you, and breaking my promises. I can’t give you what you need.” Y/N’s eyes are wide with tears as she processes my words. I know they’re hurting her, but Lauren is right. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt by me. She deserves better.

“I can’t.. I, I. What?’ She stumbles over her words.

“I know this is unexpected, but I hate hurting you. Please understand why I’m doing this.” I beg.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this. We were fine this morning. We’ve been making everything work. I don’t know why you’re using the distance against me, when I literally met you on tour!” She yells. “The night I met you, you flew to another country after your show. It took us a month before you convinced me that you wanted to be with me. And need I remind you, you bent over backwards fitting visitations into your schedule, just so that you could see me. So, the distance thing is bullshit. Distance wasn’t a problem then, so its sure as hell isn’t now.” Fuck, she’s right.

“I can’t explain why I am doing this, but please just understand that I love you, and I only want what’s best for you.” I don’t miss the sharp intake of her breath and the closing of her eyes when I tell her, I love her. 

“Are you kidding me? Only you, would admit that you love me, while breaking up with me. You can’t do that Shawn!” She yells angrily at me, and I close my eyes as the tears start rolling down her cheeks. I hate that I am hurting her, but I’m doing what’s best. I didn’t mean to tell her that I love her, but it just slipped out.

“I’m sorry Y/N” I mumble, “so, so sorry.” I drop my head down to look at my sock covered feet. I hear Y/N walk back to the bedroom, and I go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When the glass is empty, I return back to the front foyer where Y/N is standing with her overnight bag and her car keys in hand.

“I should’ve said no.” Y/N says to me, and I look at her confused.

“What?” I ask her.

“When you asked me if I wanted to meet your friends, I should’ve said no.” And with that, she opens the apartment door, and leaves. I’m left standing there looking at the door, wondering if I did the right thing.

i’m tired of romanticizing
smashed wine glasses
and passing out on the back porch
and screams captured and muffled
with a kiss that tastes a lot more like
“stop being so difficult” than
“we can work through this together”
my fingers have peeled
and trembled
and bled
my heart is tired
of living inside my throat
i want to wear your jacket
i want to hold your hand

Smoke Rings

Summary: Word prompt from @fictober ,cigarettes. 

MSR angst set between IWTB and the Revival, S10

Tagging @today-in-fic Thanks for the support!

Rating: PG

AO3: Smoke Rings

Mulder has always known Scully smoked on the sly, on those days when he or a case or her life became to much to bear. She didn’t keep things from him but this was her secret, her sanctuary and he could never bring himself to break that confidence.

He always knew when it happened even before he could smell the sweet scent of cloves and tobacco that lingered on her clothes and in her hair. There would be a look just before her ’I’m fine’ in response to his question, ‘Are you alright?’ a look of utter despair or maybe longing for something that is always just out of reach.

Scully had her hiding places, her secret spots that she was sure Mulder knew nothing about. The large tree planter across the street from the main entrance of the Hoover building or the loading dock on the north side were her favorites but roadside gas station restrooms and dumpsters behind random motor lodges worked too.

Early on, Scully’s ’breaks’ were few and far between. Quick lapses to settle her nerves when she didn’t want him to see how shaken she really was but three, four or five years in and it wasn’t just mutants or Mulder’s crazy theories that drove her to the occasional cigarette but rather abductions, bees, Diana  and the heart wrenching sadness her association with him had brought.

Mulder tried to ease her mind on days he knew were particularly hard. He wanted to tell her to let him in, that she didn’t need to hide her feelings behind smoke rings but instead he was on his best behavior. He brought her green tea and dark chocolate. He would order takeout and show up at her apartment just as Scully finished her bath. Sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t but Mulder always tried.

It had been years since Mulder thought about Scully smoking. Once they became lovers he figured she worked out any lingering frustrations she had with him or her life in the bedroom and by all accounts he believed she stopped, until today.

Mulder realizes it’s been days since he’s seen her and at this point he’s not sure if she has even been home. For weeks now, she has been staying at the hospital during the week, she tells him because what’s the point of coming home if he won’t leave his office or shave or even bathe.

The final straw he figures was last month when Scully came home early, made dinner and sat alone at the table for an hour before throwing everything, including the dishes in the trash. It took him two days to realize it was their anniversary and instead of apologizing or asking for help or trying to get better for himself and for her, he drank a fifth of whiskey and passed out on the porch.

So much for trying, Mulder, he thought, as he pulled himself up off the old green couch in his office and went to find her.

Scully slips past him and his nose twitches at the strange but familiar scent of cloves and tobacco. He had been in his office when she came in and headed upstairs. He wants to tell her he loves her, he wants to ease her mind but he just stands in the open doorway of his sanctuary. She’s in the living room now taking a few pictures off the bookshelf. Mulder blinks and rubs his eyes wondering what is happening. Why would she be taking pictures?

“Hey Scully, you alright?”

She stops, pauses a beat then turns to face him. Mulder swallows at the look of utter defeat or longing, he’s not sure which, in her eyes. In a second it’s gone and Scully heads for the front door, suitcase in hand.

He watches her pull the front door open and step out, a slight hesitation before continuing. In that moment, he sees her left hand on the doorknob. Her pale fingers wrapped lightly around the cool metal and it hits him, her wedding ring is missing.

“Scully?” he calls. Panic evident in his voice, certainly more emotion than he’s shown in years.

She steps out the rest of the way and pulls the door behind her, just before it latches he hears.

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

anonymous asked:

Heya dear! is there more new fics as stiles being magical or wizard/witch?? :) — B


Magic!Stiles, witch!stiles, spark!stiles. I just couldn’t decide.  :)

The Aftermath by  TakenByEmrys | 18.3K

After being kidnapped by Gerard, Stiles is left broken and beaten. That’s when Derek finds him. Two months later, Scott realizes he might have let some things slide, and when he goes to visit Stiles, he’s more than shocked to find his bed filled with werewolves.

Love Me Tinder by  andavs | 6K

To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legend—who turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.

Of Witches and Werewolves by  alexenglish | 8.7K

“I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing.

“Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by  marguerite_26, mothlights | 4.4K

Stiles doesn’t hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad’s calling out to him,

“Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?”

In Desperate Times by  Nokomis | 3.4K

Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he’s in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

A Sterek Fic Rec to get through Monday for those not watching the new season:

I’ve compiled a list of new fics, oldies-but-goodies, and all around favorites that I’ve come across over the years. 



High school AU’s:

  • Binomial Coefficients by DevilDoll 
  • So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock 
  • the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam 
  • Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade 
  • This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam 
  • seems to me it’s chemistry by HalfFizzbin 
  • John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies 
  • We Are So Intimately Rearranged by secondstar 
  • I stopped believing in happy endings by otatop 
  • Why don’t you say so? by sassywerewolfuncle 

College AU’s:

  • No Homo by RemainNameless 
  • There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday 
  • Hemingway Can Suck It by KuriKuri 
  • Losers by stilinskisparkles 
  • It’s Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless 
  • The Chemistry Between Us by coffeeinallcaps 
  • My Bitchy Soulmate by tee_tee 
  • Hemingway Can Suck it by  KuriKuri
  • Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis 
  • A Certain Romance by Vendelin 

Kid fics:

  • DILF by twentysomething 
  • our lives are changing lanes by grimm 
  • Trust In This (Even If You’re Scared Stiff) by otter 
  • Stiles’s Story Time by trilliath 
  • He’s Not Mine by Sunnee 
  • The Littlest Alpha by triedunture 
  • Reasonable to Assume by Saucery 
  • Daddy Do’s by apocryphal 
  • How Derek Met His Smallest Fan by purpleduvet (maga_nw) 

Famous AU’s:

  • soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep
  • my heart’s been offline by thepsychicclam 
  • Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! by KuriKuri 
  • Take Me Back To The Start by thingcalledlove 
  • Dancing With The Moon by starsandgraces 
  • Play Crack the Sky by  WeAreTheCyclones
  • Just Act Normal by zosofi 
  • Wheatgrass and Froot Loops by WhoNatural 
  • In Fashion by stilinskisparkles 
  • Kiss Me and Fall Asleep by KuriKuri 

Period AU’s:

  • an exaltation of larks by llassah 
  • With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) 
  • Burning Glances (Turning Heads) by Yiichi 
  • Phoenix by Unloyal_Olio 
  • Kindred Spirits by Stoney 
  • I Am Your Liege by relenafanel 
  • Never Did Run Smooth by blacktofade 
  • heart as black as night by thepsychicclam 
  • Like Heaven Catching Lighting by weathervaanes 
  • And the Cry Goes Out by secondstar 

De-aged AU’s:

  • Where Clouds Roll By by ohanotherday 
  • Beware of the Spell by MemeKon 
  • Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by callunavulgari 
  • The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes 
  • The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes 
  • Baby One More Time by Castielific 
  • Hormonally Yours by Nokomis 
  • Out of the Mouths of Pups by cardel 
  • Sticks and Bones by kellifer_fic 

Apocalypse AU’s:

  • thank god your heart is too close by hoars  
  • In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace by secondstar 
  • The Isolationists by velveteenshadowboxer 
  • Ride by wolfbeater 
  • Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll 
  • It’s a mad, mad world by ElisAttack 
  • We, the Monsters by neko_fish 

A/B/O dynamic AU’s:

  • What Stays and What Fades Away (you can’t choose) by standinginanicedress 
  • Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea 
  • The Chase by saltandbyrne 
  • Nowhere Man by 1lostone 
  • Eat, Knot, Love by pandabomb 
  • Alpha Spikes by starbeast 
  • Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar (ofalexandra) 
  • Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep 
  • The Dating Game by lielabell 
  • All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by KuriKuri 

Mermaid AU’s (this is me we’re talking about, it was bound to happen):

  • No Oceans Left by zoemathemata 
  • Hurricane Stiles by Shake_n_Blake 
  • Sea Foam and Sunshine by Jenetica 
  • Mermaider by nothing_left_sacred 
  • Sui Tollech Gwanna Tach Omen by atlaspeaks 
  • You Make Me All Achy by Emela 
  • Fathoms Below by Saucery 
  • Cold and Deep with Bite Beneath by orangecrow 
  • Where Angels Dance by xxxillusionxxx 
  • Whatcha’ reading? by scarlettletterr 

Pornstar AU’s:

  • Desperate But Not Serious by sofonisba_found 
  • I want you (no, I mean your art) by ElisAttack 
  • Prepared by ericaismeg 
  • All’s Fair in Orgasms and War by bleep0bleep 
  • Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll 
  • Dating Backwards by RemainNameless 
  • Love Comes in Spurts by talktowater 
  • Skilled Direction by ashley_ingenious 
  • Dude, is porn a taxable income? by ElisAttack 
  • Two Hearts Race (Gay Porn Edition) by kat_fanfic 

Fusion AU’s:

  • That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia 
  • Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural 
  • Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble by pandacowhipster 
  • By Moon And Stars by kellifer_fic 
  • But Not With Haste by uraneia 
  • Stardust by raisesomehale 
  • Easy Alpha by interropunct 
  • Seriously, it’s like you’re photoshopped. by nevermetawolf 
  • we’re catching bullets in our teeth (it’s hard to do but they’re so sweet) by prettyasadiagram 
  • I thought the world would move on by raisesomehale 
  • Bonding for Beginners by Ember 
  • No Superman by WhoNatural 

Amnesia AU’s:

  • By Any Other Name by entanglednow 
  • Remember Me by stilinskisparkles 
  • Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather 
  • It Starts When You’re Around by strobelighted 
  • should the pillars of memory topple out of my reach by bleep0bleep 
  • And We’ll Be Complicated by ingberry 
  • To Feel Your Heart as It’s Keeping Mine by Vendelin 
  • Ephemeral by thegirlgrey 
  • Take Me Back to the Start by TroubleIWant 
  • The Man in the Snow by mikkimouse


  • Play It Again by metisket 
  • A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse 
  • A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi 
  • hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller 
  • Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26 
  • flint & tinder by grimm 
  • A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play by apocryphal 
  • In Desperate Times by Nokomis 
  • Noticed by InTheArmsofaThief 
  • Soulseeker by alisvolatpropiis 

Outsider POV:

  • From the Cradle to the Grave by  jezziejay
  • Five Times the Sheriff Found Derek Hale in His Son’s Bedroom by suzvoy
  • Derelictions of Duty by Regann 
  • the lovers [murderers] in 9B by ofherlionheart 
  • Single Parent, Multiple Problems by hoosierbitch 
  • a target that I’m probably gonna miss by HalfFizzbin 
  • Little Talks by pollitt 
  • hear his alibis by 1001cranes 
  • i’ll fall (forever endlessly) by shipmateee 
  • New Morning by Captain_Loki


There’s so many more wonderful sterek fics out there, probably a handful for any AU or trope you can think of. This is just a little taste of the 30,000+ fics just on Ao3 alone.

I’m so proud of this fandom, lets keep doing us♥

Magical - part six (final)

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 1k


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Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Stiles POV

I couldn’t believe she was gone. I couldn’t believe I had lost my best friend, my bright diamond amongst the rocks. We had known each other for almost our entire lives and I thought I would never have to say goodbye. But now I was forced to. Forced to realise I would never see her again. God knows I wished I didn’t. There was a hole in my heart. An emptiness inside me I didn’t knew how to fill.

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A Lesson in Romantics: Chapter 1

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Archie x Reader, Archie x Grundy (ugh I know), Archie x Betty, Archie x Val, Archie x Ronnie
Word Count: 1,844
Warnings: This story addresses the inappropriate and illegal relationship between Archie and Grundy. It will talk about statutory rape. It’s not condoned, glorified, or romanticized. The usually warnings apply: cursing, lack of proofreading, etc.
Summary: Reader transferred schools the semester before Archie and Grundy. When she sees how he treats the women in his life, she forces him to confront the situation leaving herself vulnerable in the process. 
A/N: You can call me Quill. This is going to have multiple chapters. At this time, I am estimating three, but right now I only have 1.5 written… mostly because this has been rewritten not once, or twice, but three times!

She was so well guarded from the moment she stepped foot into Riverdale, wrapped up in layer after layer after layer of armour, that no blade could hope to prick her skin. When she transferred to Riverdale High halfway through freshman year, she was a sight to behold. It wasn’t so much the novelty of having a new student in such a small school, but rather the strangeness of her.

She walked the halls with purposeful strides, a hood pulled over her wild hair and obscuring her eyes. Her shoulders were constantly tensed for confrontation and but kept her head down to avoid it. She wore her clothes like she wanted to disappear inside of them. She had a preference for sleeves so long that they hid her hands from view. She found comfort in gathering the extra fabric in her fists, squeezing them like stress balls to get through each day. If possible, her shirts and jackets would be done up to her chin and she would often bite down on the fabric or the zipper. She exclusively wore loose pants that only managed to stay up due to a tightly cinched belt around her hips. She didn’t care that the ends were frayed from her constantly stepping on them.

There was something about her that people just couldn’t figure out. It was enough to pique the interest of Jughead Jones the Third for a time. In his novel he compared her mannerisms to that of a cornered animal: Docile for now, but armed to the teeth and ready to lash out if she felt threatened.

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Moonlight Sonata ; D. Sicheng

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“Actually guys, I need to call someone to watch the house, I almost forgot it was my own…” Johnny muttered, picking up his phone and dialing his most reliable friend, Winwin, who hadn’t even gone to the party because he was responsible and barely drank.

“But hyung, I’m on a date…” Winwin groaned over the phone.

“Take your date to the party, have a good time! Just don’t get drunk.”

Winwin turned his phone off, and sighed loudly as he looked to his date. Johnny and a few of his friends had apparently gotten into a fight, so he needed Winwin to take care of his house. He smiled kindly (guilty) at her, and she raised a brow at him.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked in annoyance, tapping her foot while they stood in a nice dress outside a fancy restaurant. It was getting chilly, and she could feel it in her bones. Sicheng held her hand in his, and he was shaking with nerves. Y/M clutched his hands and looked at him seriously. “It’s okay. What do we need to do?” she asked again, softer this time.

“My friends needs us to watch his house, because he got into a fight. There’s… a party there too,” he explained, clenching his teeth as he waited for her snap.

She sighed loudly making Sicheng internally freak out. She turned to him, flicking her hair out of her face as she responded, “My dad’s a cop, want to get rid of everyone?” she asked, making him grin widely.

“Will your dad be okay with us staying at a house by ourselves?” he asked.

Y/N laughed, “He’d like it better than us being around a bunch of drunks. Plus, he likes you, and trusts you. He did a background check,” she smiled cheekily, taking his arm and walking to Johnny’s house as she spoke with her father.

The party goers could care less that the homeowner wasn’t home, as long as they got their illegal amount of alcohol in their system and were having a good time grinding against others they were fine. That is, until the sound of those sirens from a distance sounded, drunken eyes sobering and rushing out of the house. No one left inside except a few passed out kids that would later find themselves waking up on the porch.

“Thanks, dad!” Y/N called, stepping into the house as he pulled out of the driveway and waved, going onto his night shift.

The couple made their way inside, sighing at the sight of the disgusting house. Sicheng was annoyed that Johnny had left him with a mess. He sighed, flopping onto the couch only to find himself laying on cans of beer and open condoms. He stood in disgust that his nice suit was soaked and quickly tore it off himself. 

“Why don’t we change?” you asked, smiling at him. He tried to smile back but it came out tired and awkward.

“Stripping for me already?” Y/N asked in amusement, walking over to him as his face turned a bright red. “Why don’t we change?” she asked softly, smiling. He nodded awkwardly going up the steps of Johnny’s house.

Sicheng took the initative of stepping into Johnny’s room first to make sure no impure acts were going on inside, and then entered when none were. He pulled an old shirt of his from the drawer to hand to Y/N, and then stold some of Johnny’s. 

Y/N decided to tease Sicheng for his act, but both changed quickly.

Cleaned up, they looked over the unsightly house, and decided to clean the mess instead of catching some sleep. Sicheng tried to say it was like a date, but dragging drunken adults around didn’t seem like much of a date.

Picking up solo cups that littered the floor and furniture, Sichend turned it into a game. For every thirty he picked up, he would do something unsuspecting. At first it was just a kiss, but then it begun to pick up into soft kisses. Y/N laughed at his abrupt acts (nothing like him), and by the last cup he ended up kissing her harshly. He grinned against her lips, and pulled her close. 

“You look good in my shirt,” he smiled, pulling away from the kiss.

“I know,” she agreed, pecking his lips again and moving into the kitchen.

Sicheng followed after, hugging her from behind. They swayed back and forth, the dishes she had been left behind.

“You know, there’s still music we could dance to together,” he whispered into her ear. She smiled from ear to ear and turned to him.

“Alright, darling!”

Sicheng walked with his date into the living room where the couches were spread out to create a makeshift dance floor. Sicheng plugged his phone into the speakers while Y/N waited in the middle. Moonlight Sonata played, and Sicheng quickly jumped over to Y/N. He took her by the hand, and pulled her close, his hand on her hip while he held her close. She rested her head on his chest, and they moved slowly together, nothing like a dance rather a soft rocking.

The song began to dwindle to an end, Sicheng leaning down and pecking her lips softly. She returned the peck and pulled him over to the couch with her.

“Lay with me,” she whispered, picking up the tv remote and flicking it on.

“Alright,” he laughed as she turned it to her favorite show while Sicheng twisted her hair into pre-existing curls, soothing her until they were both asleep on the couch.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” a voice called, the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. Sicheng was confused because he could still feel Y/N in his arms. He blinked his eyes open to see Ten standing above the couch with a soft smile on his face. “Hello!” he cheered, startling Sicheng from his spot, waking Y/N.

“What are you doing here?!” Sicheng shouted.

“Well, Johnny told me about how nice it was of you to watch his house and clean it and get rid of everyone so he thought we’d all have breakfast together,” Ten explained, a small frown on his face.

“Oh,” Sicheng muttered, rubbing his head while standing. He moved into the kitchen where Johnny was waiting.

“Nice shirt,” he winked, flipping a pancake. Sicheng chuckled mockingly while going into the dining room where Jaehyun, Taeyong’s ex, and Johnny’s girlfriend were waiting.

“Now, aren’t we all in nice, steady relationships,” Ten cheered, sitting at the head.

Sicheng looked to Ten, “What about you?”

“I’m in a relationship!” he shouted.

“Yes, didn’t you know?” Johnny asked, standing behind Ten and kissing his cheek making everyone at the table laugh. Wendy was the worst, snorting a bit and making everyone laugh more.


Kelly’s POV

I have never once in my life disliked my parents, not even a little whenever they gave me stern looks. Today that finally changed, when my father came into my room and told me I was grounded for coming home late. He also told me I wasn’t allowed to go to Sebastian’s house anymore, not unless his butler was present. I doubt Raj would be happy to babysit me, so there’s no way I’m ever going to see Sebastian again!

Not unless I sneak over to see him.

I’m not capable of being bad. I honestly thought I’d pass out the moment I got on the front porch, but I just couldn’t accept this as law. Although, now that I’m outside, the thought of transportation was an issue. Newcrest was at least a two hour drive in Sebastian’s truck, and it was only slightly faster than a bus. How the heck did I plan to get there and back before sunrise? Or maybe I just don’t even bother coming home at all.

“I can’t do that,” I said as I sat down and hugged my legs to my chest. “I love my parents too much to break their hearts. What am I even doing?”

“Yeah, what are you doing?” questioned Akira as he stared down at me.

I looked up at him, utterly confused. “Why are you here?”

“I haven’t heard from you since that day at the pool. I decided to swing by, but by time I got here, I noticed the lights were off. I saw you come out, so I came over,” he explained, staring me down. “You’re not sneaking out, are you? One day with that guy and you’re already being someone you’re not.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not sneaking away. The thought was there, but I can’t.”

“Good. He isn’t worth your time.”

“What is your problem? Why do you dislike him so much?”

Akira scoffed. “Because you can do way better than a guy that didn’t even have the decency to call you. If he cared about you at all, then he would have tried to come here before now. He only wants you for woohoo and once he gets it-” he stopped himself as I looked away. “You already did that with him, didn’t you?”

“It’s none of your business.”



  • i really want to go to this concert but my friend bailed and i don’t have a car so i’m hitchhiking and you were the only person that stopped, so will you take me there? i’ll even give you the extra ticket 
  • you work the customer service desk at a local department store and i keep buying stuff that i don’t need just so i can return it and talk to you and i’m pretty sure you’re tired of seeing me every other day but i promise i’m not an insane shopaholic i just really enjoy talking to you
  • i accidentally ran into your car from behind and first off, oh my god i’m so sorry; secondly, i know you just gave me your number for legal reasons but you’re pretty cute and i might take advantage of this 
  • we never got along in high school or college and now i’m working as a prison guard and you’re a new inmate but i know you were wrongfully convicted and i’m a bleeding fuckin’ heart so i feel obligated to help you 
  • you’re a highly successful & influential person and i’m a professional assassin that was hired to date you and learn your secrets before killing you but i think i have feelings for you now? haha oops 
  • you passed out on my front porch and you reek of booze but i live in the middle of nowhere and also who are you???
  • my mom tried to set me up with someone over the phone but i told her i was already seeing someone else and that was a lie but, see, i’m going to my parents’ house for the weekend and they really want to meet this person so will you pretend to be my date? 
  • we’re both high school teachers serving as chaperones for a school trip and our students kinda ship us and i think they somehow rigged the hotel rooms so we have to share one? and i’m so sorry in advance because i snore 
  • i’ve been waiting for this library book to be returned for AGES because i really wanna read it and apparently you still have it so i’m gonna track you down and get it myself. i don’t even care if i have to pay the fees; i just want the fucking book 
  • i work at a convenience store that you frequent and i swear to god if i see you put something back where it doesn’t belong ONE MORE TIME… 
I found journals of an agoraphobic man who lived in a haunted house.

(warning: long story)

My friend recently bought a foreclosed home, and while helping him clean it out of the previous owners leftover belongings, I came across a box of journals in the attic. What I learned in the early entries was that the man who lived there, Allan, was agoraphobic. For those unfamiliar with the term, agoraphobia is the fear of places or situations that might cause panic, helplessness, or embarrassment. In its most extreme form, agoraphobia can lead to the sufferer being confined to their home, fearful of the entire outside world. Allan fell into this category. I thought it would be interesting to get a peek inside the mind of someone who confined themselves to their home, so I decided to read them. I noticed they started when he was somewhere in his late 30’s. At first the entries were pretty normal, and gave a little insight into the man’s psyche. It’s quite sad, actually. Anything he would have to go outside for, be it food, home necessities, etc., his sister takes care of and then delivers to his house. But towards the end of the first journal, and mainly beginning with the second, the man started talking about really weird happenings, and it seems he was under the impression that his home, his only safe place in the world, was haunted. Without further ado, let me transcribe these journals. The following are from 2012. They become more frequent in the following years, if you are interested I will continue to transcribe them.

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Mind If I Join?

[ Can u do one where Josh hops into the shower with u and your both really nervous. I love you by the way. - Anonymous

[A / N - I hope to start writing more. I’m not as busy so look for more imagines!]

You woke up, stretching out your legs, and turned over in bed. The sun streamed through the window and across your face, making you squint against the harsh light. Lazily, you pushed the covers off yourself and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You ran your hands across your face and through your hair, slowly looking around the bed room. That’s when you began to panic.

This was not your bed room. The walls were too bright like they had just been painted and they were covered in various band posters. There was a drum set pushed into a corner of the room, but that was the only area that was clean. There were clothes thrown around on the floor, the top of the dresser was a mess of magazines and cologne, and the night stands held cans of red bull. There was a bookshelf against one wall but it looked like no one had bothered to actually put the books away properly. Most of the covers were bent in awkward angles and some of the books had even fallen to the floor. If you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed that the place had been robbed.

You got up from the bed and carefully made your way around the mess and out the door. Thankfully the hallway looked much better than the bedroom and you noticed a bathroom a short way down the hall. You walked in and flipped the light on, immediately squinting against the harsh, intruding light. You quickly flipped the switch back off and walked over to the sink.

You turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face before you looked in the mirror. Your hair was a complete mess and would be a bitch to try to untangle. You lifted up a knot in your hair and sighed, realizing that the only way you would be able to get it out was to take a shower. At least you hoped conditioner would work.

The shirt you were wearing was definitely not yours though. It was way too big on you, the hem of it reaching your thighs, but the material was soft and it looked like it had been worn a lot. There was a NASA symbol on the front and you couldn’t help but giggle at the irony of how generic the shirt was. Anyone in the entire world could have a shirt like this.

You walked out of the bathroom and down the hall in the direction you thought was the rest of the house. You came across another bedroom that was extremely clean, but it held the same band posters across the walls. You quickly shut the door and continued down the hall, pausing to look into what looked like a game room. It had a giant flat screen tv with all the gaming consoles you could imagine.

The end of the hall opened up right into a living room. All of the furniture in here looked like it had been picked out very carefully and everything matched, unlike the furniture in the rest of the house. You guessed that this must be the front of the house because the windows felt entirely too big and they let in way too much light, making you squint and hold your head.

You walked through the living room and through the dining room that looked like it had never been used. You had to pause when you walked into the kitchen, almost letting out a squeak when a man popped up on the other side of the island as he shut the oven door. You paused as you tried to catch your breath, clutching onto the edge of the counter.

The man was shirtless and you could see all of the toned muscles in his back. His right arm was covered in a colorful tattoo and you were so curious about what it was that you found yourself tilting your head trying to get a better look at it. You didn’t realize the man had turned around until he cleared his throat.

You snapped your eyes up to his and, oh god, was he hot. He was everything that your wet dreams consisted of. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Okay maybe not the dark part. His arms were tanned but his chest was almost a milky white, but the two tones worked well together. You raked your eyes over him, from his red hair all the way down to the low riding sweatpants. You could clearly see the deep V and a happy trail that definitely told you his hair was naturally dark.

He cleared his throat again and immediately you could feel heat spread across your face as you adverted your eyes to the counter top. He crossed his arms over his chest and out of the corner of your eye you could see that his muscles flexed. Whether he did that on purpose or not you didn’t care because your mouth was practically watering from it all. This was definitely not the worst thing that you had woken up to find.

“What do you remember from last night?” You pushed a hand through your hair, getting your fingers caught on a knot briefly and you winced.

“I went to a bar with a friend. I remember that about an hour later she left with some guy and I stayed there. I think I only ordered like a drink or two.” You adverted your gaze to the ceiling, trying to recall the previous night. You had stayed at the bar while your friend left, knocking back drink after drink as you tried to forget the fact that you got fired from your job earlier that morning. You also remembered that around midnight, you think, you left the bar and began walking, trying to make your way home. But your mind was so clouded and you were so drunk that you ended up crashing on a random porch. Immediately your face paled and you looked back down at the man.

“I am so, so sorry. I wasn’t planning on getting that drunk and I definitely was not planning on passing out on your porch. I had just gotten so miserable and wanted to forget that I had lost my job earlier and then my friend left and I stayed and I am so sorry oh my god I can make it up to you I swear I just don’t…” Your voice slowly got quieter as you rambled on, trailing off when the man raised a hand to silence you.”

“It’s really not a problem, honestly. I’m just glad that I was home and awake when you fell on my porch. I could have been asleep or on tour or something. And then I would have felt really bad for leaving a person out in the cold all night.” You scowled as he turned around, averting his attention to the stove. Did he just say tour? He definitely looked kind of familiar to you, but then again your mind was still hazy. What did he mean by tour?

“Um, who are you exactly?”

“I’m Josh Dun, drummer of Twenty One Pilots. Have you heard of them?” So that’s why he looked so familiar.

Instantly you dropped down into a stool at the island as you stared at the counter top. You placed your head in both of your hands as you tried to cope with the fact that you were with Josh Dun. That you were in his house, in his kitchen, and even slept in his bed. No wonder there was a drum set and band posters all over. This man was freaking Josh Dun. If this didn’t wake you up, you were sure that nothing ever would.

“Hey are you alright?” Josh had rounded the corner of the island and stood next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You just nodded your head, letting out a small sigh as your brain tried to keep up with all of this information. “Would you like some aspirin or something?” You nodded your head again and Josh immediately left. You could hear his footsteps fade down the hallway, probably heading towards the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later with pills and a glass of water. You thanked him and swallowed the pills and drank some of the water, placing it on the counter and holding it like you would a glass of beer.

“I’m making some pancakes, would you like some?” You nodded your head, definitely not trusting your voice at the moment. Josh just nodded his head in response and headed to a cabinet, bringing out two plates for breakfast.


Surprisingly, it was only ten in the morning when you both sat down to eat. You made small talk, attempting to make it as less awkward as possible. Josh kept asking you if you were alright. You responded with a ‘yes’ each time because, truth be told, you were feeling much better. The pills were starting to get rid of the pounding head ache and Josh’s presence just made it that much better. Although that also might have been because you’ve had a crush on him for years now. Even going as far as to turn down dates with other guys because you could only see yourself with Josh.

On top of all the weird stories Josh had about the tour, he was a fantastic cook. Well, okay, he could make so damn good chocolate chip pancakes. Every single one had chocolate chip smiley faces, and when you first saw them you could help but start laughing, making Josh laugh as well.

“I put your clothes through the wash earlier. Do you want to get a shower?” You pushed your plate away and leaned back in the chair at the dining table.

“I don’t have to, I can just get dressed and leave. Thank you for breakfast though.”

“It’s really not a problem. I think Jenna left some shampoo the last time her and Tyler stayed over. Go ahead, I can clean up.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You got up from the chair, careful to make sure that the shirt was pulled down over your butt before you proceeded down the hallway.

You stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door and flicking on the light. You immediately noticed your clothes were folded in a pile on the toilet seat and there was a towel draped over the side of the tub. You crossed over to it and picked it up before you turned the shower on, closing the curtain so the water didn’t go all over the place. You placed the towel on the counter by the sink and slowly took off Josh’s shirt.

It was then that you realized that when Josh had taken you in the night before that he had undressed you and put you into one of his shirts. Which meant that he had completely undressed you. Which also meant that he had seen you naked, and you weren’t even awake for it. Damn it!

You sighed and checked the water, mentally declaring that it was warm enough before you stepped into the tub and under the water. Sluggishly, you went through the motions of wetting down your body and scrubbing shampoo through your hair. It really did feel good to get clean again.

You were just running conditioner through your hair when you noticed the shower curtain had moved out of the corner of your eye. You turned around, immediately noticing that Josh was now standing in the shower, with you, completely naked. You willed yourself to not move your eyes to his lower regions, so instead you focused all of your attention to the tattoo on his arm, the colors popping against the water.

“I hope this is alright.” You nodded your head in response, absent mindedly running your fingers through your hair. “There’s just something that attracts me to you. And I swear I didn’t do anything to you last night when I changed your clothes.” You could feel the heat spread across your face and down your neck. Your ears burned against the steam in the shower and you held your breath to keep you from saying something stupid. “This is probably awkward. Here, let me wash your back.”

Slowly, you turned around and he lathered up a wash cloth, running it across and down your back. You both fell into a comfortable silence and you could feel your eyes starting to droop, your head tilting to the side slightly. Josh chuckled and he kissed your shoulder gently, running his hands up and down your arms. You turned and let the water hit your back, washing away the soap, and you leaned your head on Josh’s shoulder as a wave of exhaustion rolled over you suddenly. He wrapped his arms around you as he ran his fingers through your hair, letting the conditioner rinse out.

“You don’t have to leave just yet right?” You shook your head, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “How does a nap sound?”

“Only if I get to wear one of your shirts.”