reach-out-and-touch-face

i need this okay

Ace Belle.

Look, Ace Belle is not just into the whole…. sex thing, okay? Just no.  She wants to read her books, to travel the world and maybe, just maybe, she can find someone who’s going to understand, that she’s not broken or unnatural, that she can love

(But sometimes, in those dim hours before dawn breaks, Belle gives in to the fear that she is broken, that she can read about romance and kisses and love and desire and smile but not want it for herself and that she’s unnatural and sick for not wanting these things, these silly sweet things that most girls her age have dreamed of, that lead to marriage and the wedding bed.)

And the main problem with Gaston is that he doesn’t get this - because he’s the one convinced that he can fix her - that she’s just frigid or repressed and that if she just puts the books away, the right man (read: Gaston) can “awaken her passions.”

And Belle knows this is bullshit. So she makes it a point to run far, far away from Gaston whenever he comes skulking around and that her skin crawls when he tries to touch her and that the thought of being his “little wife” makes her physically ill. 

So eventually Belle meets the Beast - in pretty much the same way we’re familiar with - and the Beast knows he’s on a timetable, that he’s got to find true love and break the spell and all that jazz. 

Except he becomes friends with Belle first.  And they end up sharing interests and stories and jokes and snark and laughter and finally, finally, Belle trusts him enough with her secret, the one where she thinks she’s different

(broken)

and that she can love with all her heart but there’s something different

(unnatural)

in her love and they have told her that her kind of love isn’t true at all, that it’s not any kind of love, period. 

And the Beast is enraged.  Not at Belle - but at everyone who’s ever made her feel this way, that her friendship was not enough, that her heart is not enough, that somehow this bright, beautiful, kind girl - who’d become his first friend in all these lonely years and whose made him realize that his enchanted servants were also his truest friends, not just frightened, paid lackeys - that they made Belle believe she was broken.

“You are not broken,” The Beast tells her.  “You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

The Beast knows he has laid his heart before her and he’s terrified and defiant all at the same time but it’s his own truth, curse or no curse. 

Belle’s smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.  And she tells him that she loves him too, just as he is. 

The curse breaks and the Beast is a Prince again and she looks at him in wonder and reaches out to touch his face, to look into his eyes.  Belle knows her Beast because his eyes have never changed. 

When he kisses her, he asks her first and hesitantly, she nods and that first kiss is sweet for both of them but she is pale and she trembles and he reminds her, “Did I not tell you? You are not broken. You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

And Belle knows her Beast, her Prince, will never ask for more than she can give, will never demand her body in his bed or believe that he could somehow “awaken” her supposed “desires.”

That kind of understanding and respect is the truest sort of love.  

They make this - I love you just as you are - part of their wedding vows.

And they carry on as they have always done, because they both love their books and their stories and the two of them wander the world together hand in hand and they love each other, earnest and true and happily ever after.

I think I figured out why I am so obsessed with Wondertrev.

Their innocence and how neither actually changed their morals when together.

Steve also knew she had to do this, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop her. He knew she had to do what she had to do and he had to do what he had to do.

My favorite scene is when Diana thinks she killed Ares, and Steve runs up to her and she’s asking why the war is still happening.

So he has to explain how mankind is kinda fucked up and break her heart in the process.

However, it isn’t that.

It’s how Chris Pine acted.

Two (or three?) times Chris had his character reach out to touch Diana’s face but not touch it. He had his hands form fists multiple times in trying to explain this, and he had a low voice when showed Steve didn’t know what to say or do. There was a raw emotion Steve had towards Diana.

I act, and these types of things are not in scripts. The emotion surrounding two characters does not say in a script because the script cannot force an actor the feel something.

The actor must.

Chris took this scene and made it so raw and so heartbreaking by the way he interacted with Gal. This was a truly remarkable scene.

I feel people aren’t giving Chris or Gal enough credit. Yes, they are talking about this scene, but they are not talking about what was involved in it. How it became remarkable and why it is.

Taken

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Send in request! All types relating to Descendants are allowed!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Harry Hook’s girlfriend, (Y/N) is kidnapped by someone on the Isle and Harry isn’t too pleased with it

Warning(s) - kidnapping, violence, swearing, fluff at the end

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

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tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)


Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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Okay but if the Bellarke reunion doesn’t include them staring at each other in complete shock for 5 minutes, and Bellamy tentatively reaching out to touch Clarke’s face to make sure that she’s real, that she’s actually alive, and his voice cracks when he says her name, and they’re both ugly crying because it’s been SIX YEARS….then what’s the point!?

STEREK FIC REC POST

i’ve hit another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsteREKT so once again im posting another fic rec post!

as always these fics will be of all tropes so be sure to read the warnings and tags of all fics you wish to read to make sure each fic IS for you. x

my personal favourites will be marked with a **

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i’ll always choose you (even when i’m drunk) by trilliastra

He looks at his hand curiously, he’s always had a ring? He can’t remember.

“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit up and drink some water. “It’s your wedding ring.”

“I’m married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I’m married!” He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front of him. Oh, no. “I’m married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn’t want to be married!

“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles’ face.

“I don’t wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”

WORDS: 794

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

BYOP by   dragon_temeraire ***

Stiles helps Derek revive a family tradition.

WORDS: 2003

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and up

WARNINGS: None

Second Chances by  rootbeer ****

“A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. ‘Excuse me’; 'thank you’; 'hello’. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you’ or 'Wow you’re really pretty’. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world’ tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.”

WORDS: 2624

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: None

Oops by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Derek was the one that brought Stiles dinner when he knew Stiles had forgotten, and Derek was the one that massaged Stiles’ feet when he was stressed. When they watched a movie, Stiles snuggled up against him, and Stiles trusted Derek enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. When Stiles woke up in the middle of the night screaming, Derek was the one that held until he fell back asleep, and in return, Stiles would help him count his fingers when Derek wasn’t sure if he was awake.

Derek and Stiles were just friends. Oops?

WORDS: 2852

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: None

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (weishen)

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

WORDS: 3014

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen And Up

WARNINGS: none

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur by tiedtogetherwithadagger

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

WORDS: 3728

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

So Color Me Green With Disgust (or maybe with envy) by lapsus_calami

Derek’s as straight as a ruler and he’s totally okay with that. He’s also okay with Stiles being as straight as a bendable squiggly straw. Or at least he thought he was. Recent events have him wondering if he’s secretly some sort of homophobe, and it’s seriously starting to affect his and Stiles’ relationship in a bad way.

WORDS: 3828

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by  ChildOfTheRevolution

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.

WORDS: 4821

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

something’s missing by trilliastra

Sometimes Derek still asks himself why Kate kept the baby. And then he just tries to shake those thoughts away because even imagining Michael not being here, alive, hurts too much.

WORDS: 5032

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Ghost Blanket and the Wolf by PaintedRecs **

Derek’s badly in need of hugs, Stiles decides shortly before Halloween. His pack is secure and stable, but he still hovers on its edges, as though not quite sure where he belongs. Will the magic of Halloween night, and a cherished Stilinski tradition, be enough to lift that weight off his shoulders?

WORDS: 6434

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: flufff

***Derek vs. Helen (SERIES) by thedevilyousay

Important OTP question: Which one aggressively argues with the suburban soccer moms at the PTA meeting and flips Helen’s 9x12 pan of betty crocker brownies?

WORDS: 8,730

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE?: Probably

WARNINGS: none

****Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

WORDS: 10,011

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATINGS: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, Underage, mentions of child abuse.

(Not gonna lie, this fic hit me really hard. Its very brutal and you will cry most likely. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before reading this fic, if any of the warnings are triggers to you, then please dont read this.)

My Boys by losingmyangelgrace

“Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence.

Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-

“Holy shit! Derek Hale!”

Stiles.

Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming.

(In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)

WORDS: 11,354

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Striking Matches by castielblues & eeyore9990

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…

WORDS: 14,923

CHAPTERS: 2/2

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

Momentum by  TatsuKitty

“That’s how he knew where Erica and Boyd were.” He growled and stood to pace the length of the apartment. Melissa observed quietly while he processed and silently picked him apart. He was obviously possessive and protective but his facial expressions and motions were harsh, a bit wild, just a touch of the wolf showing in the man. Finding out that Derek was a werewolf had almost made a kind of poetic sense.

“I’d guess. I don’t know what happened with them. I know they died.” She reached out and placed a hand on Derek’s forearm. He went totally still like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a fox and stared at her. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh–¬what ?” he just blinked at her, still totally frozen.

WORDS: 14,934

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage, mentions of depression

Maggie May by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)

WORDS: 24,997

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATINGS: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage

Adding You to My Future by NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS:  42,252

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

WORDS: 43,655

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence

Pale Horses by Dark_K

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

WORDS: 56,071

CHAPTERS: 15/15

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Underage, Derek is a lil weird

Play It Again by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

WORDS: 63,206

CHAPTERS: 3/3

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

It’s a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

“They call him the Feral Wolf.” The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. “Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?” The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. “Because he’s fucking mad.”

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

WORDS: 73,627

CHAPTERS: 11/11

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll ***

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles

WORDS: 78,759

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

WORDS: 83,838

CHAPTERS: 43/43

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place.
So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

WORDS: 90,697

CHAPTERS: 26/26

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of violence

Of Course It’s Fairies by  HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy’s parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

WORDS: 100,267

CHAPTERS: 54/54

RATING: Not Rated

WARNINGS: None

When I’m Gone by MissYuki1990

Stiles is leaving. For good if he has any say in it. He gave everything to them and received nothing in return, so who can blame him for wanting to leave and find his place in the world. Apparently? Everyone and their uncle.

WORDS: 108,584

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek. (series) by  
DiscontentedWinter ***

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him.Well, this is awkward.

WORDS: 127,012

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: Yes

RATED: Explicit

Home by TheTypewriterGirl ****

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

WORDS: 167,178

CHAPTERS: 18/18

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Angst, Character Death

marino-kun  asked:

“the fuck? who are you?” Sterek plis ❤️ maybe drunk stiles and deputy Derek?

Stiles.

He remembers.

His name is Stiles.

“My name is Sh-tiles. He tests it out. No, not right. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!He yells and then promptly begins laughing. It’s a funny word. “My name is funny.” He laughs again and looks around, he’s outside, yeah, he can see the street. And he’s – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries to stand up, fails.

Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he’s kind of tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Where can he get pizza?

“Stiles!” Someone screams.

Hey, it’s his name! “I’m Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” He laughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I’m Stiles!”

“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He has green eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind of wants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”

The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take you home first.”

“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stiles leans his head against the guy’s shoulder, it’s warm. It’s definitely nicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.” He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.


He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes. “Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off a bed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for a pillow and throws it at the guy’s head.

“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”

“I’m calm!” He answers. Wasn’t he calm? He’s calm! The calmest! The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green. “Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow. “Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy’s face, but it’s too far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs and laughs.

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A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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anew; deancas, reunions, ~300 words. originally posted on twitter.

The car Cas steals breaks down northeast of Tucumcari, not far from the New Mexico state line. The sun is relentless. He’s been gone long enough for Sam and Dean to get new phones. He sheds his coat and walks toward Texas.

He can sense them in a way - he can sense Dean, at least. when he first woke in that field, he was overcome by a deep thrum of longing. He walks. heat shimmers up ahead. the sun sets fire to the horizon.

Night falls, and a slow wind pushes across the sand. Cas walks. Restless, his wings ache. The sun is rising again as he approaches Dalhart. He steals another car in the parking lot of a truck stop. He breathes in grease and dust as he twists the wires under the dash.

He calls Dean’s number again, but a dull, computerized voice says it’s no longer in service. Longing hums under his skin. He drives toward Kansas, east and east and east, following the tug beneath his ribs like a beacon. He drive east until the feeling pulls him off the highway and into Enid, Oklahoma. There, longing ebbs around him like the tide.

He catches threads of a prayer, something muttered out of habit, not belief — <i>I miss you, man. I wish — I wish.</i> He crissrosses the town, searching around the edges, and all the shadowed, hollow places the Winchesters call home.

He finds the Impala parked at the third motel he checks. Dean is standing at the open trunk, and Cas feels — he feels - he —

He expects Dean to yell, to pull a knife, a gun, to throw holy water in his face. But Dean stares. His hands shake. His voice dips around Cas’ name.

Cas says, “Hello, Dean,” and smiles. He reaches out and touches Dean’s face.

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Submitted by @sixtiesholland: Look at this happy baby!! Thank you in advance!!


“No,” Tom rolled his eyes at your complaining, continuing his attempts at getting you out of bed. “Please, leave me alone.” He shook his head, momentarily forgetting you couldn’t see him, considering your head was buried in a pillow.

“You promised you’d come with me today!” You groaned loudly, turning so you laid on your back with your eyes still closed. You stretched your arms out, blindly reaching in front of you to touch Tom. “Are you trying to find me, to push me away?” You laughed lightly, opening one eye and seeing how much farther from you he was than you thought. “Get up!” You shook your head again.

“It’s too early! Who the hell goes to the gym at six in the morning?” He climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap and bouncing slightly.

“Me, someone who likes to go to the gym and find it empty.” You pouted, reaching your arms out to touch his face. Your hands slipped from the sides of his face down to his neck. Your fingers played with the hairs that rested there before they continued down lower, wrapping around his waist. You both smiled at each other and Tom leaned in to give you a small kiss. You took him by surprise, flipping him on his back and climbing on top of him instead.

“Isn’t this better?” You whispered leaning in and letting your fingers dance their way across his chest and slip underneath his tank top. He hummed in appreciation, causing you to smirk at the fact that he was most likely about to give in. “Wouldn’t you rather just stay in,” you leaned down, kissing the right side of his neck, “stay in bed,” a kiss to the other side, “do other physical things?” You leaned in to kiss him on the lips this time, your nails scratching on the warm skin of his stomach.

“Hm,” you heard him moan into the kiss, his hands coming up to grab your waist. “Maybe later.” He whispered, gently tossing you toward your side of the bed. “Get dressed, don’t forget a sweater!” You groaned and threw a small tantrum in bed as Tom laughed at you, leaving the room to let you get ready.

“This is literally the worst day of my life,” you huffed, your hand coming up to wipe the sweat away from your forehead. Tom laughed at you, knowing you were just overexaggerating. You had just done about seven minutes on the treadmill, meaning you still have fourteen minutes left.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Tom teased, going back to lifting the weights he had just added to. “Don’t worry, we’ll go out for breakfast wherever you want, alright?”

“I almost got my breakfast this morning in bed,” you mumbled, smiling when Tom’s laugh echoed in the room again.

“S’okay, love,” the weights in his hands didn’t even faze him, his voice unwavering as he answered you, “I’ll make sure you get what you want – desserts on me tonight.” He stopped the weights, getting a sip of water.

“Do you mean that literally?” You laughed loudly as you heard Tom coughing, most likely from choking on his water.

“Darling, please,” he placed himself in front of you, shaking his head, “I need to keep my focus.” You smirked, going back to watching your speed on the treadmill as Tom walked toward his gym bag to pull out his gloves.


“That was horrible,” Tom put his arm around you. “I never want to come back here.”

“Oh, come on! You feel at least a little better, right?” You shrugged, hiking your bag further up your shoulder and leaning into him more. “Dammit,” Tom muttered, peaking out of the door before pushing you both back inside the gym.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled out his hoodie, which made you unzip your bag and pull yours out.

“It’s raining,” once his sweater was on, he lifted the hood and turned to you, helping you zip yours and pulling up your hoodie, too. “Ready to run back home?”

“Run?” You whined, “I just did that for, like, six hours!” You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“We just have to run to the train station, you can do that, right?” You nodded reluctantly, knowing you both didn’t have a choice. “Ready?” You nodded, laughing a little as Tom quickly opened the door and tugged your arm, prompting you to run with him. You struggled to keep up with Tom’s pace, the rain getting in your eyes and your shoes not being meant to run in this type of weather. You sighed in relief, or as an attempt to catch your breath, when you stopped in front of the train station. “You good?” You nodded, not wanting to speak as a way to preserve your breath. “We can walk now.” You nodded, slowing your pace next to Tom, feeling him give your hand a small squeeze.

“Hey,” you said, catching his attention. You smiled at his hair, not even the hoodie could protect him from the rain. Your hand moved to push his curls out of his face, caressing his face gently. “You’re cute.” Tom smiled, his eyebrows pulling in, in confusion at the random thought. “Are you blushing?” You could feel the heat from his cheeks on your palm, causing him to swat your hand away as he shook his head.

“No! I’m not blushing.” You laughed, causing him to roll his eyes as he adjusted his hoodie. “What?”

“Nothing, cutie.” He groaned. “You like it when I call you cute?” He rolled his eyes again, but you caught the hint of a smile on his face. “Can I take a picture of you, pretty boy?”

“Oh, my god!” He complained, his hands coming up to rub against his cheeks. You pulled your phone out, keeping it close to your pocket in case Tom reached to grab it.

“Hey, Tom, you’re really fucking cute.” You took a picture when he turned to look at you, catching the big smile on his face.

“You’re so fucking lame.” He complained, hooking his arm around your shoulder and walking you into the train you both needed to take. You shrugged and leaned in to peck his cheek.


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anonymous asked:

I'm dying over the "beloved" mentor thing!!! oh God. You know even if sheith never becomes canon, their strength of their relationship and their feelings towards eachother still are, and I absolutely LOVE that. But on another note, do you think that the 'mentor' thing is creators nudging away sheith or is it possible for those feelings to change for both characters in the show? we already know they treat eachother as equals. And even katara was Aangs mentor in atla?

Shiro is beloved to Keith, they said. like, what kind of soft and tender shit…I’m so blessed…and you’re right, even if they never carry it in a more romantic direction, it’s obvious they still love one another and it’s just so heartwarming. And either way, I don’t think their comment was to try and discount sheith (especially considering how many people from the staff do like their relationship in a romantic context). 

Yeah, the dynamic between two characters can definitely change a lot over time, like with Katara and Aang. And in the case of Shiro and Keith, they seem like they’re honestly on equal ground. Much like the Black lion herself, Shiro never tries to command Keith, and instead trusts him to take risks and trust his instincts. He also believes Keith is more than capable of leading Voltron. When Kuron “rejoins” the team, Keith is still team leader. They both are. Keith isn’t training as Shiro’s successor, he’s actively commanding Voltron. 

Even the fact aside that they’re both managing the same responsibilities, their dynamic is entirely unlike a mentor and student. Their interactions are far more intimate than anything else you see from the team. Keith sees Shiro for the first time in a year and he gently reaches out to touch his face, like he can’t quite believe he’s real. Shiro wants to comfort Keith and they end up hugging one another so tight the princess literally stops and stares, visibly perturbed by the fact that a galra is capable of such tenderness. 

In BOM Kolivan explains that Keith’s hologram takes the form of Shiro because he’s just so desperate to see him–because Shiro is the physical manifestation of his greatest hopes and dreams. Holo-Shiro also says that if he leaves then Keith will be all alone. There’s a very close intimacy that almost borderlines dependency implied there. And you would not see that from a mentor and student. Similarly, Josh’s comment that Keith’s “always scared he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose Shiro,” definitely feels more in line with a romantic relationship. I’m pretty sure there are some boundaries that are crossed that make them far too affectionate with one another for just a team leader and their successor. They’re also close enough in age that Keith refers to Shiro as being like a brother, and just that fact feels very off. You wouldn’t go up to someone you saw as a teacher and call them your brother or sister. It carries a sense of familiarity that just wouldn’t sit right. 

Moreover, you would typically expect a mentor to look after their successor. That isn’t the case here. Instead, Keith is typically portrayed as the one taking care of Shiro. Keith runs to his side when he’s in danger. When he fears he’s dying, Keith softly reassures him, promises that he’ll be there soon and everything will be okay. Saving Shiro was literally Keith’s introduction, and Shiro’s name is the first word on his lips. From their very first scene together, you automatically associate them with one another. And you see Keith go from untamed rage to completely vulnerable in an instant. Keith protects Shiro, acts like a knight sworn to defend him.

This fact is so poignant that Kuron even asks about it. And Keith tells him, with the fondest look, that of course he’ll always be there to save him. “As many times as it takes.” 

Even just the fact that Keith alone is allowed to see Kuron when he’s recovering is curious. Again, Keith is the one placed in a caretaker role, and he says things like “Well, if you’re feeling up to it,” never once pressuring Shiro and rather trying to be encouraging while still affirming that it’s okay to not be okay. That Shiro should take his time and go at his own pace. He also says “we’ll be on the bridge,” before he leaves, a subtle way of saying, “This is where I’ll be, come find me if you need anything.” 

Keith is the person really supporting Shiro, the one always at his side when he needs someone. It’s a very unusual dynamic, and one that I think certainly defines Keith as more than someone who’s just training to take up Shiro’s mantle. Also, I personally can’t really see Keith referring to anyone else on the team as “beloved” at this point. So again, there’s this level of intimacy there that I think other character interrelationships lack. 

anonymous asked:

Could you write a sterek fic where stiles and Derek are best friends who are pining for each other and stiles has a kid and Derek is like a father to the kid and the kid sees him that way and that kinda inspires stiles to make a move? :)

Hi, I hope you’re still following me, this ask is a hundred years old but I wrote it. I’m sorry, I’m trash! Kisses :**

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Jason just wanted to have a good time with his friends, it was hard enough to convince his dad that he wouldn’t drink more than two beers, and then someone decided to light up fucking fireworks inside Mrs. Evans barn.

“I didn’t think the hay would burn!” Chris cries out and Jason wants to shove a chemistry book on his face.

His dad is never going to let him go out again.

“Oh no.” Alicia groans as the first firetruck comes into view followed closely by a police car.

Shit.

“I was never here!” Jason whispers, hiding behind Luke as soon as Derek steps out of the truck.

“Is there anyone else inside?” All his friends shake their heads and Derek nods, walking towards the burning building. “Erica, go to the back with Isaac. Boyd, you’re with me.” He orders his partners, then turns and stares straight at Luke. “I can see you, Jason.”

“Shit.” Jason mutters. He’s so fucked.


“Is there any chance you won’t tell my dad?” Jason asks, shivering under the jacket Derek gave him. Derek snorts and mutters something that sounds a lot like ‘keep dreaming’. “Please? I can wash your car every week for the rest of my life.”

“You’re going to do that any way.” Derek says. And he’s right, Jason loves Derek’s Camaro. He caresses the leather seat distractedly, looks out the window, his dad is going to be so disappointed. He hates seeing his disappointed face.

When Derek grabbed his shoulder once the fire was completely extinguished and guided him towards the firetruck, Jason thought he was safe. Derek is nice, he’s his godfather, he gave Jason his first beer, talked to him about safe sex after dad freaked out when Jason said he’d been watching porn since he was thirteen. Derek is cool.

Or he was because once they arrived at the station, he practically shoved Jason inside his car, saying he’d drive him home to help his dad kill him. Derek is not his favorite anymore.

“Did you tell him yet?” Jason asks as Derek parks in front of his house.

“No.” Derek answers, turning the engine off. “He’d freak out.” Jason nods, being the only child of a single parent has its ups, but it also has its downs. “Come on,” Derek squeezes his shoulder, “like a band-aid, right?”

“I don’t wanna hurt him.” Jason looks down at his hands. “Chris didn’t do it on purpose, and I – I thought we were only going to have a good time.”

“I know.” Derek says. “It was an accident, it happens. But it doesn’t mean that we won’t worry. We care about you.” When Jason looks up, Derek smiles softly before pulling him into a hug. “I changed your diapers. Unfortunately,” he adds, making Jason snort against his shoulder, “and I taught you how to play baseball. I was there when you broke your arm but sometimes I won’t be, and your dad won’t be either.” Jason sniffs, holds Derek’s shirt with both hands. “But we will always care about you.” Jason nods and they stay like that for a while. 

Okay, Derek really is his favorite.

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Tentacle Boyfriend 2

Ya’ll asked for more tentacles so here are more tentacles! You can read the first part HERE.


   Recently, people around you have been commenting on how happy you seem. They ask you if you’re seeing anyone and if they’re the cause of it. You have to hesitate a moment when they ask this because technically, yes, you have met someone but you can’t exactly describe your new mate. At first, they were a tiny little succulent plant you were given as a gift, now, they were this tentacled creature living off soda and sweet drinks in your home.

   You smile though and reply yes, you do have someone special in your life. You can’t deny you’re over the moon for them, you love them more than you ever thought possible. Not only were they sweet and gentle, always there for you and attentive, they were the best sex you’ve ever had.

   Coming home you find yourself excited, always happy to see them and be wrapped up in their many limbs as they kiss you with the soft mouth hidden amongst the tendrils. Sometimes they’ve made you dinner, although it’s usually always something sweet, usually you come home and cook with them then after you’ve eaten you both take a nice long bath.

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anonymous asked:

After Phil almost gave dan a paper cut you could see his arm flinch like he wanted to touch his face

YESSSSSS. im reeling over how soft that whole exchange was, like dan was genuinely startled and then phil so visibly felt bad for real and his eyes went all wide and then YES he kind of moves to reach out to dan and touch his face but he stops himself, but then he still admits he was scared that he hurt him and even though there’s an element of self-awareness during the whole exchange, like it’s a little stilted and awkward and theyre def still in performance mode, it felt like they were pushing through that and expressing such strangely real emotions in that moment even though it was just about a silly thing :(( which just makes me soft bc obvi even a tiny accidental almost-papercut he gave dan would make phil feel so concerned :( theyre so gentle with each other ahhhh

Stony Halloween Fic Recs

Thought I’d do some Halloween appropriate fic recs. These vary from fluff to horror, so mind the tags!

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Love a Man in Uniform by orphan_account:  Nothing but an authentic Captain America uniform will do for Tony’s Halloween costume, and luckily for Tony, he knows exactly where he can find one. Steve’s reaction to finding out that his uniform has been appropriated is a little different than Tony expects, though.

Steve Rogers, Casanova Extraordinaire by @stark-spangled-lovers: Telling someone you love them is, in Steve’s book, the hardest things in the entire world.Until it suddenly isn’t.Or: One Halloween party, many magical costumes, and a very confused Tony Stark who has trouble dealing with Steve’s sudden flirting skills.

I Put a Spell on You by @kagekanecavi;   Tony is out costume shopping when things get decidedly hairy.

Last Place, First Kiss by Dormammu:  Tony “wins” last place at the Halloween costume contest. With his spirits crushed, he decides to “celebrate” alone with a plateful of cheese and a serving of solitary manful brooding in the dark. One werewolf will have none of the latter and some of the former.

Tell Me a Story by @missbeckywrites:   Tony is doing fine. Just fine. Until he’s not. Steve notices.

Sexy Soldier Cap by @captainneverever:   Steve buys a completely inappropriate costume for Tony’s party and has to improvise.

Betwixt by tsukinofaerii:  Steve is pulled into an alternate universe that could have been plucked from his nightmares. All he wants to do is get home alive. Tony may have other ideas.

Liquid Lunch by romanoff: Tony’s turned into a vampire. It’s very sad for everyone involved.Especially Steve. Not just because Tony keeps trying to eat him alive. There are other reasons too.“Just let me try a little bit,” he pleads “I won’t take all of it, oh, just a little taste—” He presses his palms flat against the glass and tries to scrape his teeth down the window “I can, I can control myself, promise.” And then he turns those eyes on Steve, looks him straight on, and they’re pleading, and innocent, and really, it’s selfish of him not to give Tony his blood, why would he not, he can’t see any justifiable reason, so he just starts rolling up his sleeve and nodding as Tony salivates into the glass.

Killing Monsters in the Rain by snoozingkitten:  Tony is a werewolf in name only, he’s also a genius and a playboy and the Lord of the house of Stark. When he’s forcibly reminded of his heritage by a crash landing in the East River Forest things go a bit differently than he’d expect. Fantasy AU

In a Heartbeat by @kagekanecavi:   Steve would never just ask someone to give him blood. But when someone is offering themselves, all but begging for him to drink from them, how can he refuse?

What Lies Inside by Penumbren:  When the Avengers discover Captain America in the Arctic sea, they find more than just a new team member: Tony Stark discovers his fated mate. The problem is, Steve Rogers is a man out of his own time and apparently straight, and Tony’s not about to force anything on the man he loves–even if it means his own death. Besides, Tony’s spent his entire life keeping secrets. How can he possibly tell Steve that he’s really Iron Man, let alone a werewolf?

Bound to Take Your Life by silverfoxflower:  “Bite me,” Tony had hissed the first time that they met, and to this day he doesn’t know just how close Steve had been to shoving him to the ground and sinking his canines into Tony’s neck, jaws clamping down until Steve’s mouth tasted of blood and sweat and Tony’s screams died down to a slow whimper.

Iron and Fire by AssistedRealityInterface:  The Stark family has a secret; one they’ve been keeping from their young heir for quite awhile now. When Tony finally finds out the truth, he is pulled into a world he has no understanding of and confronted with an other half he didn’t know he had.

You Know Where to Find Me by @asparrowsfall;  After an Avengers mission goes awry, Steve takes a leave of absence from the team, and he and Tony part on bad terms. But then Steve gets turned into a werewolf, and he finds his shapeshifting linked to his feelings about Tony, who’s had a terrible accident. If Steve never sees Tony again, will he be stuck in wolf form forever?A closely-canon compliant 616 Capwolf story.

What Rough Beast by immoral_crow:  Steve Rogers, super soldier. It’s amazing really that it takes them all so long to work out just what the serum can do… but given enough time all things become apparent. This is a story about love, and loss; the things we would do to be true to ourselves and true to our hearts; and the prices you must pay to do that.

Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down) by kellifer_fic: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy, billionaire philanthropist, but what they don’t know is that he’s also a werewolf. When a government agency known as SHIELD finds out, they use this information to force Tony’s hand and bring him into a new elite lycan field team, codename The Avengers Initiative.Suddenly Tony finds himself playing host to a bunch of lycans, a misplaced God of Thunder and an experimental supersoldier that isn’t as dead as everyone assumed. Can his week get any worse?

The Law Runneth Forward and Back by @sineala:   It’s been three weeks since Tony saved Steve’s life at Mount Rushmore, and they’re not talking about it. It’s going to drive Tony insane. But they’ve got bigger problems, because Nightshade has turned Steve into a werewolf. Again. And all Steve seems to want is to be near Tony.

hooked on you by theappleppielifestyle: "I’m sorry,“ Steve says miserably, but Tony holds up a hand."Whoa, hey, no, not your fault, kid. Um.” Tony drops the hand, because Steve had started looking at his wrist, the mapwork of veins. “So what, it’s like, you open your eyes first thing after getting vamped and, boom, Imprint?”“What?” Steve frowns again. “Tony, no. I’m not a baby duck.”

Collared and Bound by antigrav_vector:  This is utterly self-indulgent trashy supernatural romance fic with trashy smut. You’ve been warned.

I’ve Lost My Soul (series) by tarialdarion:  There’s a List.
And Tony and Steve are working their way through it. (serial killer couple AU)

In Wolf’s Clothing by @laireshi:   Tony gets kidnapped, but breaking out of his cell isn’t a problem. Except then he runs into a werewolf, and things stop looking so good.

Till Death Do Us Part (and Beyond) by @laireshi:   Never let it be said anyone is more stubborn than Tony Stark, especially when he has to bring Steve home.

take me out (and let me hold you tight) by @musicalluna:   Steve daydreams about holding Tony’s hand, and Halloween might just be the best chance he’s got for making dreams reality.

The Little Things Unknown by @coaster:  Tony Stark has three certainties in life: one, that science was where his mind worked best; two, that, since ghosts had become a science, anything was possibe; three, that he would never know if Captain America was that much of a paragon because the man was long dead.The subject of Certainty Three might be sitting at the foot of his bed.~Steve is a ghost. The Avengers bust ghosts. And Tony isn’t sure what to make of Cap here. But hey, at least his other hauntings have stopped, right?

Fe by ncee:  There was something weird about the Captain, it just took three tries for Tony to pinpoint it.

Thirst by velithya:  Tony’s out of blood. Steve has a solution Tony doesn’t like much.

Drug in Your Veins by Raikishi: He sees Steve break, expression vulnerable for a half second. It feels better than it should – to know that Steve still can’t say no to him.Serial Killer!Steve who’s still fiercely protective over Tony and always will be.

Missing and Ravished by SailorChibi:  Officer Tony Stark really did not mean to fall in love with a serial killer.

even death by starkravingcap: “You should turn on your lights,” Steve advises him, as though there isn’t fire and need bubbling under his skin, “You’re beautiful when they catch your eyes.”Tony is standing in front of Steve, between the couch and the beat up coffee table, in the ‘v’ formed by his legs.“You don’t like the light,” Tony reminds him, and he reaches out to touch Steve’s face. His skin is warm and smooth under his palm, “You always say you work better in the dark.”

Ghost in the Wires by soroexitium:  When Steve moves into Avengers mansion he is caught up in strange coincidences. He walks behind an unseen ghost: a ghost who leaves empty spaces all around the manor. It doesn’t make sense, and it sounds crazy until he meets Anthony, a computer simulation programmed by Anthony Stark, who died two years ago. Then it just seems even crazier.

Trying to find the in-betweens by @gottalovev:   The Avengers might be broken up, but Steve can’t stand idly by while someone is publicly threatening Tony’s life.

Ghost of Me by Pearl_Unplanned:  Steve Rogers had been a ghost for as long as he could remember, which was admittedly not very long. Most of that memory span was spent with the one man who could actually see him, Tony Stark.

Wasted on the Dead and Dreaming by LinneaKou: Steve looked right at his friend, and he felt just as disoriented as he had when he woke up in Munich. “What the hell is going on?”Bucky winced. I think you’ve spontaneously developed psychic powers.And well. Wasn’t that just great.When Captain Steve Rogers got back from his tour of duty, he didn’t expect to come back with the ability to communicate with the dead.When Tony Stark moved back into his childhood home, he didn’t expect his dead father to still be inhabiting it.When Tony hired Steve to investigate the ghosts of his family mansion, they didn’t expect to be swept up in cover-ups, corporate sabotage, and murder.Now, time is running out as increasingly disturbing dreams haunt Tony and the ghost of Howard Stark proves to be the least of Steve’s problems. If they’re lucky, maybe they won’t end up ghosts too.

Cold Skin, Burning Heart by @queendophne:  Howard Stark was the greatest inventor, pioneer, entrepreneur and mass murderer of his time. All his murders were like his work, sleek, elegant and extravagant. He was smart and meticulous that he almost never got caught but one small mistake cause his secret to come to light shocking the world. In his suicide note, Howard proudly boasts about his murders. He confessed to murdering his son, Anthony Stark, as one last hurrah before he took his life. Ever since then Stark mansion has been a dangerous and haunted place……Fast forward a hundred years into the future there is young Steve Rogers landing the biggest job of a lifetime: Stark Mansion. Steve has worked so hard to prove the validity of his team, the Avengers, within the Ghost Investigation community and now they were given one of the most coveted job in their field. It was perfect. Especially since it allowed him to escape the disaster that is his personal/love life.

Does  Not Play Well With Others by usedupshiver: While sneaking into the Starks’ abandoned home, Steve makes the startling discovery that even though no Stark is living in the house anymore, not all of them have actually left.

Pint-Sized Revelations by @ashes0909:  One revelation could change everything.

Eventually by AdamantSteve:  Tony’s letters to Steve during the zombie apocalypse.

slipping through the years by often_adamanta:  The plane crash and subsequent ice might have killed him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still around, haunting those he cares about. And since the only person who can see him is Tony Stark, death sure isn’t going to be boring.

What Lies Beneath by asktheravens:  All Tony wants is to make amends after a thoughtless reaction leaves him in danger of losing Steve, but a mission intervenes. The Avengers travel to a laboratory in a remote part of Appalachia expecting a routine job, but an ancient evil slumbers within Old Crow Mountain that will test much more than their relationship.

Draining Life by @laglemon:  After a bad break up with Pepper, Tony packed his things and moved into Stark mansion. He refurbished the mansion so that it was more his style and less of his father’s, readying himself for a new life as he tried to recover from the surgery that had removed his arc reactor. He didn’t like being alone, but at least when he was in the mansion, he didn’t have to see everyone pitying him. Besides, here he could work on Extremis without anyone staring over his shoulder.It would be perfect soon.Things would be better with Extremis.After the move in, Tony starts having strange dreams - ones that start getting more and more disturbing as the nights go by.He dreams that there is something buried outside in his yard, hiding beneath the patch of petunias, and it won’t leave him alone.*** Just to point out, the major character death tag is only here because Tony is turned into a vampire. ***

A Cabin in the Woods by nightwalker:  It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, a chance for them to spend some time as a couple and work out some of the kinks in their relationship. That was before everything got weird.

It’s What You Choose that Counts, In the End by @the-vorkosigan:  A belated Halloween fluff fic (no horror, just dressing up).The Avengers are (re)assembling, if for one evening only. There’s nothing Tony wouldn’t do for his little mentee Kamala Khan. This time Kamala is throwing a Halloween party and her greatest wish is for the Avengers to be there, all together and friends again. Well, Tony is no miracle worker, but he’s managed to convince everyone to at least show up and to dress up in Hogwarts robes too, since it’s a Harry Potter themed party (wait, maybe he is a miracle worker, after all).It’s the first time since the Civil War that they all find themselves in the same place, at the same time. Tony is nervous, but he’s a big boy, he can deal. Or he can until Steve shows up. The first chapter: team assembling, team feels, a shitton of discussion of who chose what Hogwarts house and why. Also, everyone is in shock that Tony is going as a Hufflepuff.The second chapter is all Steve/Tony, so if that’s what you want, you can skip straight to there.   Basically it’s crack, but it’s, eh, melancholic and a little sad and not funny.

The Long Road South by citsiurtlanu:  Zombie apocalypse AU. Steve Rogers is rescued ten years after going into the ice to find the world taken over by the undead, with the man who brought him out being none other than his old flame, Tony Stark. Believing that the serum running through Steve’s veins is humanity’s last hope for finding a cure, they begin the long journey south in order to meet up with Tony’s other contacts - dealing with hordes of biters, living people of varying trustworthiness, and Steve’s own unresolved anger toward Tony for his role in the War along the way.

Gravely, Deadly, Deeply by @winterstar95:  Tony looks at the remains of what he’s done. He looks at it, long and hard. He memorizes the details, the horror. This is his sin to own.or Tony and Steve are caught in a zombie apocalypse and things do not go well.

Post-Death Annuities and Insurance by @everybodyilovedies:  Welcome to Stark Solutions, your number one post-death annuities and insurance agency! Are you worried about outliving your income? Afraid your family won’t have enough money after you die? Then put that dead body to work, and rest in peace knowing your loved ones are taken care of!Steve Rogers is a struggling artist in a world where unemployment rates are sky-high. Zombies are the number one source of blue-collar labor, meaning the baby boomers won’t give up their day jobs even after they’ve died. Steve takes a job as a night guard at Stark Solutions as a way to get by. There, he meets an enigmatic and handsome lab rat named Tony, who works just about as odd hours as Steve. Only not everything is as it seems. There is a mystery surrounding Tony, surrounding Stark Solutions as a whole, and Steve is just unfortunate enough to get tangled up in it.

Tricks and Treats by @wordsplat:   Starkoween is totally a holiday, though it’s mostly an excuse to eat candy, get drunk, and scare the shit out of people. Also, costumes are a Very Important Decision, fangs are fun, and Clint dressing as cupid could really only go one way.

Be Still by @wordsplat:   It’s the end of the world, but it’s not the virus that’s going to kill him.

Bad Reputation 2

Originally posted by illumegeoff

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 2!!!

Warnings: Angst? Y’all should know by now lolol

A/N: I hope you guys like this!!


I stood by the apartment window looking out into the city, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually been out there. I don’t mind staying in the apartment but I just want to go outside without getting fingers pointed at me, and names being yelled at me.

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Hi, Momma (Part 3)

(Series Masterlist)

Summary: You and Chuck organize a family reunion. You have a talk with Castiel about a certain Winchester.. 
Pairing: Chuck x Reader, Hit of Destiel
Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Gadreel, Samandriel.
Word counting: 1.7k
Warnings: Personal headcanon that the archangels were kids once and could sleep if they wanted to. I also brought some angels back, ‘cause I can.  Castiel is asexual, but not aromantic. Family fluff.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“Look.” You leaned down to your three sons, so they could see the small archangel in your arms. “This is your brother.”

Michael and Lucifer tilted their heads and Raphael stood on his toes to look at him properly.

“His wings are yellow.” He pointed, frowning.

“Golden.” You corrected him. “Gabriel has golden wings.”

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Moans

MASTERLIST

Request: Hey ! Im sorry this one is too smutty but… Okay, can you please make an imagine where, the reader and Shawn fall asleep and in the morning or middle of the night idk, he heard some moans and realise the reader is grinding on him while sleeping and he watch her and don’t want to wake her up yet ( cuz he is turned on ) and like after that you can do what you want 😂 OMGG I FEEL SO BAD I FEEL LIKE A PERVERT NO 😭 But yeah like.. if you could please do one 😂 I love all your imagines ! 💋 thanks !

Word count: 1,501

A/N: I tried, but this was hard. 

Moans (Kind of a smut)

“Hey baby” I whispered, as I silently walked into the bedroom.

“Are you awake?” I wasn’t quite sure if she was sleeping or not.

“Mmh” She grunted at my voice.

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 2

Originally posted by fredsythe

AN: Ahhh! So people actually like this?! This is great! Okay, well I have nothing else to say except that I hope to keep this going a little while and that you all like it. 

(Part One)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,926

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, little use of strong language

You couldn’t sleep the night after you admitted to a drunk FP Jones that you were in love with him. You were scared that he would remember what you said and reject you completely which is what you expected if you ever told him, he does have a wife after all. But you were also scared that he wouldn’t remember and you’d never get the chance to say it again. 

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