sorry if this has been done before but ugh stab to the chest

Tether: Arrow 5x16 Review (Checkmate)

I had two wishes for tonight’s episode.  First, that Oliver and Snoozan break up because, as you all know, I’m super done with her.  Second, that Prometheus not suck because, as you all know, I’ve been super unimpressed so far. @fanmommer​ can confirm these wishes.

Alright, so I didn’t get wish #1 (just a matter of time kids), but Oliver delivered fantastic Snoozan shade,  so I am satisfied. Wish #2 came true however.  The Big Bad does not suck. He’s awesome. 

That and a subtle, but meaningful Olicity scene means I am one happy camper.

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Pardon Our Ectoplasm

Christmas Truce gift for @anemptymorgue, who asked for something humorous to do with Amity Park’s general citizens and their relationship with ghosts. Hope you like it!

This, Wes berated himself, is why you didn’t do last-minute Christmas shopping in Amity. “But you can’t be sold out!”

The blue-shirted associate - Neil, according to his name tag- shrugged. “Sorry sir; we’re technically not sold out- we’re out of stock.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“One has us selling things like a normal store, and the other one is that cyber ghost popping through the ceiling and making our inventory attack people like it was the machine uprising.” 

Another associate sweeping up broken and scorched plastic added, “Only instead of killer robots it was iPads and overpriced HDMI cables.”

“The cyber ghost?” Kwan piped up behind Wes. “Which one is that?”

“Yeah, y’know…the cyber ghost?” At their blank expression, Neil pressed. “Come on: green skin, lab coat, lame shades? Has that shrieky voice that sounds like that one dude?”

Wes glanced back at Kwan, Dash, and Dale, who all shrugged. 

“Wait, Terry would totally know this. He’s a big Ecto-Fanboy.” He called across the store, loud and echoing with nothing but empty shelves between them. “Hey Tere! What was the name of that ghost yesterday! The techie one?”

“You mean Technus?” someone across the store hollered back. “How do you forget that? He talks in the third person! He was constantly telling people his name. The first thing he said was ‘It is I, Technus, Master of Machines and all that goes beep-boop!’ He did it in that weird Gilbert Gottfried kinda voice.”

Neil snapped his fingers. “Gilbert Gottfried, that was it!” 

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so pardon the dust while this all settles in

A G-rated hurt/comfort one-shot set post-framework. 

Because Fitz and Simmons need to talk about it. And this time they actually do. So much has happened, but it can’t change one simple fact: their love. And they can’t let go of that, or they won’t have anything.

IDK… we never see Fitzsimmons talk this much. But sometimes I wish we did.

the name came from this song

As his swirling, foggy consciousness awakens, he feels a tingle running through his heavy, aching limbs. Fitz faintly hears his name being called, but all that registers is the way the voice sounds. He doesn’t think about his name or her name, just way it feels hearing that voice. It feels like coming home. 

The tightness across his chest loosens and he can breath again, except that takes too much thought. Instead he slumps forward like a sack of potatoes, and feels her arms catching him and holding him. While she gasps and quivers quietly beneath him, he clings to her instinctively like a sleeping child hugs a teddy bear. 

At her repeated pleas and prompts, he leans on her shoulder and stumbles forward. 

Getting on the plane is a blur. But when he wakes up again, this time in a bed, she is still there, her fingers entwined with his. She’s staring at their clasped hands when his eyes open.

His voice is raspy when he tries to speak, “J-Jem-”

“Fitz?” She grabs a glass of water and helps him drink, then resumes holding his hand. “Hey… I’m here.”

“Jemma.” 

Her name is his prayer: let this be real. He squeezes her hand, hoping to be certain of her presence. Let her be real, here, and safe: that’s all he needs to know. He wishes he could know that one thing and forget everything else.

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Inner Demons

Song can be heard here!

Summary: (Slight) AU. Demons don’t always come from Hell and possess people, sometimes they live within - forever.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: Demon!Dean, slight hostage situation, brother fluff! Mild cursing, fluff, angst

A/N: My amazing cousin told me she thought this song was perfect for Supernatural, and I told her I’d write a story based on it, so here it is!

Originally posted by onlysupernaturaluniverse

“Dean, c’mon baby, I know you’re in there.” Tears streaked down your face as you begged your boyfriend’s meatsuit.

“This is Dean, sweetheart.” It was his voice, but you knew it wasn’t him.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, you black-eyed son of a bitch.” You hissed. “Dean, push it down. Fight him, Dean!”

The black eyes vanished and Dean’s innocent green orbs reappeared.

“[Y/N], you need to run.” He crouched down and untied the ropes that were holding you to the chair.

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Love to Hate You

Note: Written for Anon-ie (thank you so much for requesting!) as well as @kriselynne who wanted a jealous Jaehyun~ 

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N

Originally posted by chokemewinwin


Y/N didn’t believe in love at first sight.

But she did believe at annoyed in first sight.

She couldn’t exactly tell the reason why, but she always got annoyed at Jung. Jae. Hyun.

How he always seemed to smile at everyone, showing off his set of deep dimples (“Like yeah. We get it. You got a million-dollar smile.”); how he always seemed to tower over everyone else (“Can I scream giant?”); and how everyone, including their mom, seemed to like him to damn much it was nauseating. (“Ugh.”)

“Y/N. Hey, Y/N.”

Ten, your best friend, smiled at your predicament.

“There he goes again,” Ten whispered. “The bane of your existence.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes heavenwards.

“When will he ever leave me?” you whispered back.

Jung Jaehyun has made it his life’s mission to annoy the living hell out of you every chance he got.

“Just give him a chance, Y/N,” Ten said, smirking this time. “Poor guy needs your love and attention.”

You shuddered and made gagging motions. “The hell you talking about, Chittaphon?” you said through gritted teeth.

And as much as you wanted to change directions to avoid interaction with annoyance personified, you no longer could. Talking to Jung Jaehyun was inevitable. It didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes, however, before facing him with a forced amicable smile on your lips.

“What is it, Jung?” You could never call him his first name. It had always been ‘Jung’.

“Whoa,” Jaehyun raised his hands as soon as he saw the expression on your face. “You look like you’re about to kill someone.”

Then he laughed so loud as if he hasn’t laughed in centuries. Ten laughed with him, that was, until you silenced your best friend with a glare.

“I’m about to,” you replied, still pasting the fake smile on your lips, “if you don’t remove yourself from my presence.”

“Ooohhh,” Ten taunted him. “Whatcha’ gotta say, Jung?”

It seemed that Ten was the only one entertained with the exchange between you two.

You crossed your arms across your chest and stared straight into his eyes, hoping it relayed how annoyed you were with him.

“Shut up, Nine,” Jaehyun replied and Ten looked offended.

“Hey! I’m always a Ten!”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “No, you ar—“

You waved your hands in front of them before it became a full-blown argument. “Make it quick, Jung. You’re wasting my time.”

“Ouch. That should fucking hurt.” Ten made stabbing motions to the heart to taunt Jaehyun some more.

Jaehyun just raised his middle finger to flip him off. But Ten, being Ten, had been long immune to this kind of stuff. He just shrugged Jaehyun off.

Addressing you again, Jaehyun finally said, “I just wanted to ask you out to lunch.”

Your heart almost leaped out in surprise.

You? Jaehyun? Lunch?

What in the world happened to him?

“What—“

“Because you looked like someone who hasn’t eaten in days,” he finished off with a smirk on his lips. He looked proud and there was nothing more you wanted to do than wipe that smirk off his face.

You held your breath as your smile cracked. The chill you felt throughout your body was comparable to doing the “Ice Bucket Challenge”.

They broke into another bout of laughter, even clapping each other while you felt your cheeks go red.

“Oh.” You ran your tongue on the inside of your cheek. “So you think that was so funny?”

You could no longer hide your annoyance so it didn’t matter to you if your mouth ran with no filter.

“Well, fuck you, too.”

You spun on your heels, whipping your hair, and hitting Jaehyun intentionally on the face.

“Ow!”

You looked back at Ten, still with the same annoyance on your face. “Are you coming with me, Ten? Or you’d rather stay with your buddy over there?”

Ten clapped Jaehyun on the back, whispered, “Sorry, bro,” before running to catch up with you.

Yup.

Jung Jaehyun was annoyance personified.


A long tired sigh escaped your lips as you placed your notebook and pen inside your bag.

“Someone’s got a long day,” Ten commented as he prepared his bag, ready to leave school.

You deadpanned at him. Sometimes, you wondered how you even got to be friends, no, best friends with him when he’s sarcastic as hell.

“And with that sigh, you sound like you were just asked to carry the world,” he added.

“Are you done with your speech, Chittaphon?” you asked, rolling your eyes at him. “At least, it’s a sign of hard work. When will you?”

The two of you got out of the classroom still bickering.

“Well, excuse you, Y/N, but I work—“

“Y/N.”

At the sound of his voice, your heart melted and your panty dropped. You gripped Ten’s hand so hard he yelped at the pain.

“Ow, Y/N!”

Trying to recollect yourself and act cool, you fixed your expression into a neutral one. You turned to the sound of the voice and had to control the urge to sigh in bliss.

‘How could anyone be blessed with that face?’

“H-Hi, Taeyong.” It surprised you how you managed to find your voice even if it was shaky.

Taeyong smiled at you and you swore you held your breath. It was a miracle how you didn’t faint. His smiles were always rare.

‘How could anyone have a jawline so sharp it could cut throats? How could anyone have eyes so bright they’d rivaled the stars in the sky?’

Inside your head, you knew you were so cheesy as fuck.

But basically, Taeyong was the perfect person.

“Y/N?”

With probably glassy eyes, you looked at Ten. “Hm?”

“You’re drooling.”

Ten laughed while your eyes widened. The rest of his laughed got swallowed in pain as you ribbed him. Trust him to ruin this perfect moment with your crush.

As Ten rubbed his sides, your eyes sent clear warning.

Shut up or die.

Ten smiled sheepishly at you before saying, “Well, I take that as a cue to leave.”

Your soul sighed in relief. Finally! Just you and Taeyong. No more annoying, sarcastic best friends on the side.

Ten walked away from you two, but not before leaving one last remark.

“You two lovebirds enjoy the rest of the day. And Y/N, stop imagining Taeyong in your head.”

You were a frozen block of ice at what Ten said.

“Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul!”

You wanted to hit him, but it was too late. Ten had already scampered out of your reach, leaving a teasing laugh in his wake.

You eyed Taeyong, and he at you. His gaze made you stare at your shoes, as if finding them interesting.

Coughing out a nervous laugh, you said, “I’m sorry about that.”

Taeyong shook his head and laughed with good-nature. “Let’s go?”

You nodded, finally lifting your head to meet his eyes. You had to look to the sides to hide the goofy smile threatening to split your face in two.

The relationship you had with Taeyong was questionable. There was no exact label, but you two had been hanging out for a couple of weeks now.

Even with the set-up where there was no commitment, you loved every second of it.

That was until Mr. Annoying Face, also known as Jung Jaehyun appeared in front you two just as you and Taeyong were out of the school gates. Just seeing his face was ruining your mood and your perfect afternoon.

You stopped from walking and your eyebrows met like a natural reaction.

However, seeing Jaehyun made you wonder why he looked like he was about to eat someone.

“Y/N, who’s this?”

Both you and Taeyong were taken aback with Jaehyun’s tone. You felt your temper rise. Why did he sound so entitle, like he had any right to dictate who you should hang out with and who you shouldn’t?

Good thing that Taeyong just smiled and offered his hand. “I’m Taeyong. Nice to meet—“

Taeyong didn’t get to finish what he was saying as Jaehyun slapped his hand away. Your eyes widened at the rudeness Jaehyun was displaying. Good thing that Taeyong kept the pleasant smile on his face.

“What the hell are you doing, Jung?!”

If Taeyong wasn’t going to react, you were going to for him.

“It’s okay, Y/N—“

“It’s not, Tae!” Your voice was getting higher by the minute. You faced Jaehyun again. “What’s your problem?!”

You’re my problem,” Jaehyun replied with the same heat.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself. “The hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t like seeing you with him.”

You were taken aback with the confession, but your anger got the best of you.

Crossing your arms, you said, “You don’t get to decide, Jung. I can be with anyone I want!”

“With this guy?” Jaehyun pointed his index finger at Taeyong who kept his silence at what was unfolding before him. “Come on, Y/N. You can do better.”

Jaehyun laughed with the intention of mocking.

“And I suppose you are the better one?” You scoffed at his remark. It sounded crazy how Jaehyun thinks he’s better than Taeyong. “Well, excuse you, Jung Jaehyun.  Can’t you see how much of a God-sent individual Taeyong is? Compared to you, he’s a god.”

You let your eyes roam from head to foot.

“You don’t stand a chance against him.”

That shut Jaehyun up.

“Y/N, you didn’t have to…” Taeyong placed a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. However, there was no stopping you.

“No! I can’t let this pass! Did you even see—“

“How about you, Y/N?” Jaehyun spoke again. This time, it no longer carried the heat from before. His voice had softened. He stared into your eyes with sadness reflected in them.

“Will you ever see me?”

Your eyes furrowed in confusion. The anger you felt just moments ago left you. “What are you talking about?”

Jaehyun sighed then looked heavenwards before resting his gaze back on you again. “Sometimes, I wonder why do you hate me.”

Inside your head, you were screaming, ‘The hell? Why is Jung so dramatic all of a sudden?’

“I don’t—“

“Don’t hate me. Please,” Jaehyun said it so low you almost didn’t hear it.

You were almost filled with pity for him until you glanced at Taeyong who was frowning at Jaehyun and looking sorry for him. Then you remembered how Jaehyun acted moments ago.

A decision was made in your mind.

“I don’t hate you…”

Jaehyun looked relieved at what you said.

“But I can’t bring myself to like you either.”

With that, you held Taeyong’s hand and left Jaehyun alone.


Note: Jaehyun friendzoned you? You friendzoned Jaehyun. Lol joke. I wrote this back in the day (The Space Between Girl and Friend 1 | 2 ) and thought of a scenario where this time, the girl got to do the same to him. They are not connected stories tho. Hope you guys liked it!

The Thistle

Word Count: 2046

Rating: M

Requested by Anon: Vampire Jimin Smut

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, so there’s probably a shit ton of mistakes, I’m just warning you. Ugh. This wasn’t even very good smut I’m so sorry lol.

Originally posted by jiminguk

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anonymous asked:

Liam Dunbar imagine where Y/N gets hurt and liam worries immensely for her ?

MINE OWN FEARS

Your name: submit What is this?


    You heard the knife bury itself into the back of your chest before you felt it, the thick crunching sound audible only to you and Garrett.  

    “I have to admit: you made 1 million dollars feel like nothing.  Maybe your friend Liam’ll put up a fight.”  

    At this point, you were completely ignoring him, instead watching the tip of the knife disappear from the front of your chest back into your body as he pulled it out from between your ribcage.  

    “Any last words, darling?” he asked chivalrously, smiling innocently as he retracted the knife into his lacrosse stick, “Wolfsbane hurts.”

    You felt your legs tremble before giving way, depositing you in an ungainly heap on the grass near the locker room.  

    “G-garrett-” you wheezed, reaching up a tired arm towards him.  He laughed, throwing his head back.  “…fuck you,” you snorted.  Coughing wetly, blood spattered your Beacon Hills hoodie as Garrett slammed his foot down on your wrist, grinning as he heard a telltale crack.  

    “That was uncalled for,” he chided, cocking his head and smiling as you slowly curled your broken wrist into your chest.  You didn’t see him walk away, focused only on the strangely hot yet cold pain in your chest.  

    It was a dull ache that slowly extended outwards, pain reaching out in tendrils for the rest of your body.  Your veins were on fire, but your insides were freezing, sort of like when you put your hand in icy water and you feel cold, but also a strange little bit of warmth.  

    Reaching into your pocket, you dialed Scott, blood spattering against the touchscreen every time you coughed.  

    “Y/N?  Did you find Brett?” asked Scott immediately, “We need to get him to Deaton.”  You took a deep, wheezing breath.  

    “He’s…in the locker…room.”

    “Y/N?  Are you okay?”  You couldn’t exactly tell him you were dying because then he’d go after you instead of Brett, who was more likely to survive.  

    “Just…winded-” your sentence was stopped by a hacking cough that ended in a glob of mucus and spit flying through the air like a potato in a room, landing wetly on the ground.  “Tired.”

    You could practically hear Scott furrowing his brows and grinding his jaw, just like he always did when he was angry.  

    “Where are you?”

    “Don’t…c-come-”  Jesus, since when was breathing this hard?

    Oh, right.  Ever since that blonde douchebag had impaled you with a lacrosse stick.

    “Y/N, where are you?” growled Scott slowly, enunciating every word, “I’ll send Liam.  You have to tell me now.”   

    Phew.  As long as he saved himself for the more logical choice, aka Brett, you’d be fine.  Dead, but fine.  
    “Grass-locker…room…grass.”

    Your arm suddenly went limp, as if Derek had hit your funny bone in training again.  Scott’s voice grew louder and louder from the speaker, which lay a foot away, before stopping abruptly, your battery probably having given out.  

    The sound of rapid footsteps pounded gently in your ears as you lay down, closing your eyes.  There was a dull ringing in your head that began to drone out the sounds of whoever was running.

    “Y/N!”  You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if someone was holding them closed.  “Y/N!  Holy shit-”

    The pressure of the ground on your back disappeared as someone lifted you up.  Upon breathing in their scent, you realized it was Liam.  God, having a best friend was pretty sick.  

    “Lia…”  Your tongue flopped to the bottom of your mouth as you focused all your energy on not wolfing out.  Your head twitched as you fought the growth of your teeth, trying to think happy thoughts.  

    Racing Derek and finally beating him (after he fell over a trip wire you’d set up before the race).

    Sitting on the dock of Lydia’s lake house with Liam and talking about everything.

    Getting ice cream with Stiles every Friday and laughing whenever he dropped it.

    Lydia teaching you how to put on makeup and giving you some of her own.

    Kira letting you try out her katana and shred a dummy even after you almost dropped it.

    Malia showing you her werecoyote form and letting you touch her.

    Peter teaching you to heal yourself after you fell off the roof of the Hale House.

    Scott helping you on your first full moon.

    You opened your eyes to intense pain in your chest, screaming as Deaton and Scott blurred in and out of view.  Ugh.  Someone was stabbing you again.  Your mind was suspiciously clear while your body was flailing and randomly changing back and forth from human to wolf.  

    Everything went black.  

    Eyes fluttering open, you stared up at a white ceiling.  Sitting up abruptly, you immediately fell backwards onto what must have been Deaton’s medical table, judging by the sterile scent of the room.  

    “Y/N, slow down,” muttered Scott, smiling in relief as he walked over to you.  Liam was sleeping in a chair on your other side, head leaning against the table.

    “Finally, you old man,” you breathed, grinning.  Being not-dead was great.

    Scott shook his head, smile stretching wider.

    “Glad you’re back, Y/N.  Take it easy.  Everyone’s outside.”

    Liam’s head bobbed upwards, hearing the noise you and Scott were making.  His blue eyes widened as you turned slightly towards him, ignoring the pain in your chest.

    “Hey, dude.”

    “You should thank him,” interrupted Scott, eyes flickering from Liam back to yours.  “He ran you all the way here.”  You raised an eyebrow.

    “That’s like…2 miles.”

    “In 10 minutes,” added Deaton, coming in through the door to the waiting room and standing aside to let Stiles, Kira, Malia, and Lydia inside.  They crowded around you, Stiles occasionally poking at random places on your body.  

    “You were blue,” he repeated, shaking his head, “Your chest was blue, Y/N.”

    “Lightsaber blue?” you grinned, raising an eyebrow.  

    Stiles’ face lit up in a huge smile.  “You saw it?”

    “Last week.  It was alright,” you teased.  He groaned, throwing his hands in the air as Malia pushed him aside.  

    “Thank God you’re okay,” she smiled. Liam was standing behind your head, one hand resting on your shoulder.

    “Is Brett okay?” you asked, suddenly remembering the other kid who was on the Deadpool.  Liam’s hand tightened imperceptibly on your shoulder.  “Don’t let Garrett get the money-”

    “He’s next door,” replied Kira gently, rubbing your arm soothingly, “Deaton fixed him.”

    “Has anyone realized Y/N isn’t wearing a shirt?” scolded Lydia, shoving Scott, Stiles, and Liam out of the room.  

    “We weren’t complaining-” started Stiles before Malia flicked his arm as he walked out.  

    You dozed on Derek’s couch, watching him lift weights.  

    “Y/N, do you have anything to do?”

    “Sleep,” you grinned, “Eat.  Get well.”

    “Pack’s coming in five minutes.  I’d find a better place to sleep.”  

    You held up your arms, waiting for him to carry you to the guest room you were currently occupying while your parents were on vacation in the Bahamas.

    “You’re getting heavy,” teased Derek, “When you get better, we’ll have to step up your training.”

    “Aw, Derek, it was hard enough-”

    “Ah.  You’re worth more than you think, and you need to be able to protect yourself.”

    “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

    “I’m touched,” Derek said dryly, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.  

    He set you down on your bed before turning off the lights.

    “Scream if you’re being attacked.”

    “I’d rather just wait it out,” you snorted, pulling the covers up to your chin as he waved slightly and closed the door.  

    Your window opened, revealing Liam climbing inside and sitting next to your head.  

    “Spiderwolf, spiderwolf, does whatever a spiderwolf-”

    “Someone’s feeling better,” he grinned.  You moved your head into his lap, letting him rest his forearms on your collarbones.  

    “Liam?”  

    He looked down at you, eyebrow raised.

    “Thanks for bringing me to Deaton.”

    “It’s what you would’ve done if I was lying there.”

    “Did you catch Garrett?”

    “He’s dead.”

    “Karma’s a bitch.”

    “I could’ve killed him.”

    “It’s alright.”

    “It’s not!  You could’ve died, Y/N, and you don’t seem to realize how worried everyone was!”  His eyes flashed gold for a few seconds before fading back to blue.  “Sorry-”

    You rested between his legs, head on his chest as you gently held his hands and let your thumb rub comforting circles on the top of his hand.  

    “I’m sorry.  I just….don’t wanna think about it right now.  I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s going to be fine.”

    He pulled you closer into his chest.  

    “Don’t scare me like that again.”

    “I’ll try,” you grinned, leaning your head backwards into the crook of his neck, “No guarantees, though.”

    “If you died, I don’t think I’d know what to do.”  You smothered a giggle, looking up at him.

    “Claire from Bio seems pretty into you.  There’s Daniella from History, the entire group of cheerleaders-”

    “I’m not into them,” he muttered.  Maybe it’s Meredith, the blonde in his English class?

    “Who is it?” you asked excitedly.  Drama, drama, drama.  

    “I think Scott’s here.  I’ll tell him how you’re doing.  See you, Y/N.”

    “Liam?”

    He paused, halfway to the door.  “You know you can tell me anything?”  

    Liam swallowed.  


    “Yeah.”

The door closed quietly behind him.