this looks really bad but i had it in my drafts for forever

Lost (Peter Parker Imagine)

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

request: “Hey! How about the reader is coming over to comfort Peter after he lost the internship or smth. instead of going to an, for them, very important event? Like a concert of their favorite band, or a meet and greet or something? Like they looked forward to that evening for a very long time but Peter is more important. And Peter feels bad about that but it’s just really fluffy and they confess their feelings for each other? Idk just an idea 😅 Love your work 💕❤” (requested by @theweirdlunatic)

short summary: ^^

length: 2.6k words

warnings: kinda sad bc ya boy lost the “internship”…lol yah

A/N: idk how i feel about this either i feel like i lost my mojo bc of school truly sorry guys its been a minute sorry this took forever sorry this isn’t just one dance part 2 bc i know y’all really want that i promise it is like half done in my drafts. but here’s something read on fellas

“Yeah, I’m about to step outside to wait for you now,” you said excitedly into the phone as you talked to your best friend. You were haphazardly putting on a pair of jeans while balancing your phone between your ear and your shoulder. 

The two of you had gotten tickets to see your favorite band that you’d won in a radio contest about a month before. It was somewhat of a miracle considering there was no way that you’d be able to afford it otherwise, being an unemployed teenager makes it hard to do anything. But, one of the two tickets was in your possession and you were excited to see your favorite band after years of listening to them.

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if you’re stressed about your grades/future: “you are young and you will take your damn time.”

A few days ago I had an emotional breakdown about my future (surprise lol.) It’s not as though this doesn’t happen daily, but it’s dawned on me that I couldn’t even discern my true desires from what my lack of self confidence was trying to feed me.

I allowed self-deprecation to get the best of me, and it turned an erroneous decision into one that seemed the most “right for my situation.” I had a plan. But I was not confident nor happy with that plan, so I fell apart. 

Parked in front of my dad’s house, I voiced the concern that–although I thought was a result of flakiness–actually stemmed from an acute source of insecurity. 

My dad then turned around and told me something that I’m positive will stay with me forever. 

“Don’t you dare feel like you have limited options based on your past mistakes. You are not limited and you will never BE limited. Don’t rule any opportunity out right now. You’re not running out of options, you just haven’t found all of them yet. You have so much power left.

I asked him what power a teen/young adult could have, and he looked at me with so much conviction and said, “Youth. You have youth, and youth itself holds so much power. You’re only 17. I wish I were 17. I wish I had that much more left in me, but I don’t. You are 17, you are young, and you will take your damn time.” 

I initially interpreted this as a projection of his own regret. But now, I interpret it as empowerment. I think about it whenever I feel completely overwhelmed by all that I have left to do. Why should I consider quitting now? I’m only 17. Many of you are also of high school, college, or graduate school age, and we have such a long way to go. We’re only so young, and compared to our parents–people who have so many decades of experience under their belt–we don’t know the half of what life has to offer us. And that’s ok, because we have so much left to experience. 

In college, I want to explore different courses. I want to find something that’s right for me, but in order to do so, I need breadth of experience rooted in thoughtful discussion and exposure to a range of things. Although I love art, I want to obtain a liberal arts education as well. And finally having said this, I realized that whatever I thought was “right” was only only a thinly veiled attempt to evade my insecurities.

Records don’t matter. Grades are trifling in the grand scheme of things. My future job is only a portion of what will comprise the best days of my life. Bad teachers, vague assignments, tough environments–I can trudge through the difficulties and I will prosper, because that’s what I can do as someone with youth on my side. This isn’t to say that someone who is older doesn’t have the same privilege. My dad wants to continue to program, and all the more power to him!

But that only exemplifies how much time we have as people who are so young. We have a leg up, and I’m certain that we need to utilize the extra time, stamina, opportunity, and youth that we have to make decisions based on our own situations–not on what other people expect of us, and certainly not according to what our stress and anxiety wants us to believe. 

(The last bit is incredibly difficult, I know. But it’s a process!) 

This isn’t to say that I’m not going to worry and stress. I will! Hell, I’m stressed right now just writing this. But I’m improving. 

Ironically, this studyblr doesn’t thrive in standardized education. This studyblr struggles not with content, but with structure. This studyblr is really nervous about the coming year. But even then, I still have so many choices that it’d be insulting of me to become my only limitation. Obstacles are not impenetrable–not when I have so much power on my side. 

Throw It All Away

Originally posted by alinok

[Part 2]

You all asked for it so here it is. My friend helped me out with this one and I’ve just had this sitting in my drafts for like two weeks so I guess it’s about time I posted it

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: angst
Fandom: Riverdale

You’ve had a crush on Jughead since you were like ten. To most it was no secret. In the words of Veronica apparently “hearts formed in your eyes whenever you saw him”. It seemed like everyone (even Reggie) knew about your feelings except for of course Jughead.

For the longest time the mere thought of telling your best friend about how you felt made you want to puke. Today however was different. Today was the day you were going to finally tell him.

For most of the morning you argued with yourself over this issue.

“Tell him now”.
“No not yet I’m not ready”.
“Do it or I swear to god”.
“This was a terrible idea”.
“Abort! Abort!”.

It took you until the end of the entire school day to confront him.

“H…hey Jug” you called to Jughead just as he was about to exit the school.

“Hey” he replied “what’s up?”.

You gulped. You felt your hands start to immediately shake and a sickening feeling formed in your stomach.
“N… not much… Jughead, I actually really have to tell you something. I’ve been keeping it from you for too long”.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming full of concern.
“Ah okay. What is it?”.

Taking a great long breath you began to force out your confession.
“Jughead we’ve been friends for a long time but for the most of that time I’ve wanted to be more than friends. You make me laugh, you’re there for me when nobody else is. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think I’m in love with you Jughead”.

For a moment Jughead didn’t react.
“[Y/N] I… I don’t think I’m ready for something like this. I just don’t… I’m sorry”.

You felt as if you had been hit by a bus. You had had nightmares about this before but you never expected it to hurt this bad. Tears formed in your eyes and you had to bite you lip so you wouldn’t let out a sob.

“Oh I…I get it. Excuse me I… I have to go”.

You didn’t even wait for him to say anything else. You rushed past him and quickly made your way out of the front doors of the school. Jughead called out to you but you ignored. Instead you broke into a run. You ran all the way home, with tears rushing down your cheeks, and your heart broken.

You avoided Jughead for days after that event had taken place. Partly because you were embarrassed and also because you were sure you’d burst into tears if you stayed around him for too long. In fact you spent the next week or so not talking to anyone. It was obvious you weren’t okay and you had become sick and tired of people asking you what was wrong. Unfortunately Jughead eventually cornered you on your way home from school.


You heard him but you didn’t dare turn around. You started to pick up your pace but before you knew it you felt Jughead grab your shoulder causing you to stop in your tracks.

“[Y/N] talk to me please”.

Sighing you turned to face him.
“I’d rather not Jughead”.

“Come on. Let’s go to Pop’s and grab a burger or something. Just like we use to”.

“Don’t you get it?”.
Your eyes were already wet and you looked at the ground feeling as if you couldn’t face him while you said this.
“It can’t be like it use to be. I want it to be, trust me I do but every time I look at you now Jughead, even if it’s from across the classroom I’m just reminded about how much it hurt when you rejected me”. Jughead opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.
“I’m not mad at you Jug. I don’t blame you either but I can’t go to Pop’s with you and act like everything’s fine because it’s not. I’m sorry”.

The colour in Jughead’s face seemed to fade at your words. He didn’t say anything, probably because he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry” you repeated but this time in a much tinier voice. Then you gave him a light kiss on the cheek and turned around and continued your journey home.

Jughead watched you, not attempting to stop you from leaving. At that moment he somewhat understood what you had felt. He also knew that he’d do anything, give up anything to go back in time and give you a different answer to your confession, just so he could have you back.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he just throw away the best thing that’s ever happened to him? Now he may have lost you forever.

Your Name and Kiss Belong in the Same Sentence

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil has ever had a boyfriend before and they think that part of the reason might be because nobody even realises they like boys.  So, as best friends do, they decide to pretend to date each other, that way at least it’s obvious they aren’t straight.  And with an agreed upon set of boundaries, nothing can go wrong.  Right?

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, anxiety attack, underage drinking/alcohol

A/N: me actually finishing a fic?? who knew this was even possible anymore lmao (although i found 6k of this already done in my drafts from october so?? does this even count).  also tysm to leah for letting me scream at her about this and for editing it for me, you’re the best <33

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Dan and Phil had been best friends for what felt like forever.  They had grown up together, in houses only a few blocks away and couldn’t remember a time where they hadn’t known each other.  They had always been Dan and Phil, their names never separated.

Everyone had warned them that friends often grow apart over time, especially as they moved from middle school to high school.  For some reason people seemed to think that there was no way that the two boys could stay as close friends as they were forever.

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The Greatest Sin of the "The Last Airbender"

This has been in my drafts since forever, so I’m just going to post it. 

Ok, Lake Logai, there is no movie in Ba Sing Se, blah blah blah…

Now that we have that out of the way…

While watching the movie that doesn’t really exist, I realized something. I don’t think the worst part of the movie is the shitty ass bending, the terrible action sequences, the bad editing, or the racebending. Sure, those are all pretty terrible and atrocious, and you can talk at length about how all those things suck, but there is one crime that overshadows all of these bad decisions, a crime so terrible that not even doing everything else right could save it. Ladies and gentlemen, the biggest crime of “The Last Airbender,” is that it lacks agency and nuance. 

People just do things to get from point A, to point B, and you barely feel anything for the characters. Aang’s a whiny, emotionless little shit (wow, I can’t believe I just said that); Sokka is emotionless, humorless, and incredibly monotone (well, movie!Katara and movie!Aang are too but that’s besides the point); Katara is fucking annoying, and too busy narrating to actually have character; Iroh is way too serious; and while Zuko at least had the brooding part down, you don’t really feel bad for him the way you do for show Zuko.

And, as far as agency goes, the movie is completely lacking in it. I don’t want to sound like a dumbass here, but it’s exactly like watching a historical documentary that does nothing to show you why people did the things they did and why things happened. It just says “here are a few interesting facts, watch as I completely butcher everything by sucking the soul out of all your favorite characters.” 

Everything seems to revolve around this emotionless world savior that ran away not because he was a 12 year old kid burdened by the responsibility of being the Avatar, but because he couldn’t have a family. And when he does come back, he’s barely trying to struggle with the consequences of his actions, and everyone begins to rally to his flag on the spot. Why? In the show, at least, they tried to say “hey, look, your actions have consequence,” “hey, we’re not going to rise up just because you’re the Avatar." 

That’s what made the show so special. It showed consequence, it showed that these people had lives and identities. But somehow, M. Night Shyamalan managed to suck all that from the movie.

The writing is also, of course, terrible, way too wordy, and filled with needless narration and exposition. People just randomly say things without paying attention to their surroundings. What’s the deal? 

At the same time, a bit of the writing could work, but Shyamalan ruins it by dropping lines at the worst time possible (”This was their practice area,” “The Firelord’s son.” I DON’T FUCKING CARE!). 

That, and I don’t want to say "in the show” again, but when Shyamalan does use the lines from the show, or something similar to those lines he:

  1. Gives those lines to different characters which doesn’t make sense and robs the original characters of possible character development.
    1. Example: Iroh getting Aang’s lines about balance. 
  2. Makes characters stupid by asking stupid ass questions
    1. I’m looking at you, Yue.
  3. Robs characters of their own agency and motive. 
    1. For example, instead of Yue choosing to sacrifice herself because she feels like it’s her duty, she needs Iroh to tell her to do it. 
    2. Prior to that, instead of Aang showing off how spiritually enlightened he is, his lines about the Moon and Ocean spirits bringing balance to everyone is given to Iroh. Which, although it make sense for him to say, still robs Aang of possible character development.Granted, he had little character to begin with.
    3. Aang getting Katara’s “Imprisoned” speech

It’s strange to watch this, and then see an interview that was made prior to this movie’s creation where Shyamalan sounds enthusiastic and knowledgeable about this world. What happened, Shyamalan? Apparently a lot of the changes were out of Shyamalan’s control, but I don’t really buy it due to how terrible this movie was. The writing, and timing was still awful.

That, and after watching enough of Nostalgia Critic’s M. Night reviews, you start to see a consistent pattern. 

And I just want to point out that, if you watch the behind the scenes stuff, Noah Ringer does actually act like he could have been a good Aang. 

So, what happened? I know he has never acted before, but still.Bad direction? 

But, back on the topic of agency, there were just a lot of opportunities to have characters develop, interact, and grow. But instead everyone’s a stick in the mud. Take this deleted scene for example:

Ignoring the fact that there’s no bending for whatever reason (even though Yue already sacrificed herself), this would have been a great time for Aang to drop his “but I’m just one kid” line. Technically, it wouldn’t add much because, as I said, Aang’s character in this movie is basically cardboard, but at least it would give us the sense that he had doubts.

 And, on top of that, all that, you have Katara seeing that Sokka is upset by Yue’s death (and the collar-grab was very out-of-character but that’s besides the point), and ignoring his feelings, before managing to calm him down by simply telling him to stop.

God, damn, people, show some emotion.

In the mean time, if you haven’t already, feel free to watch the Nostalgia Critic’s review of “The Last Airbender.”:

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A/N: okay so here it is. This has taken fucking months and I’m super proud of it. I really hope you like it. It was originally written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash s writing challenge but I missed the deadline here it is anyway! Massive, Massive thank you to @noodlecupcakes for betaing this for me. All mistakes are my own. I will total fix the Taglist in the morning it’s 2am and I’m about to die.



Tags/ warnings: D/s , smut, guided masturbation, Sex Toys, Vaginal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, sub space, sub Drop, Comfort Aftercare, pussy slapping, cum tasting, bodily fluid, Dom! Negan, Undernegotiated Kink, Consent, Seduction, orgasm control, edging,


You were just drifting off again trying to get another nap in before your night shift on guard duty when a knock at the door jars you back into reality.

Taking a second to stretch out your back, you rise up off of your bed and answer the door. You don’t need to open it to know who is waiting for you on the other side, the tell tale ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm giving him away. Feeling more curious than worried you slide the deadbolt back and open the door to see the man himself leaning against the doorframe.


With Lucile resting gently on his shoulder, he smiles, cocking his head to the side slightly looking rather amused before wetting his lips. “Hey there sleepy head.”

Blinking yourself awake you run your fingers through your tangled hair, not quite sure if he was making fun of you or not. “I’m on nights this week - what’s wrong?”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Negan leans into the space between you both without any real heat to his voice. “Nothing’s wrong butternut – shit, why does something always have to be fucking wrong?”

“You don’t normally knock on my door.” You reason with him, stretching out a little as you scratch the back of your neck. You knew you were lucky to be in his good graces really. You never had to worry about his mood or him making some dramatic display at your expense but then again you never took advantage of it either. Keeping your head down and doing you job to the best of your ability had done you well and Negan seemed to appreciate it.

As he explains, you watch the way his eyes trail down your body and can’t help but feel a tremor of lust nip under your skin - not that you’ll ever let him know that. “True, true. But I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been busting those great big lady nuts of yours and I wanted to fucking get you something nice as a little reward.”

“Is that right?” Surprises were never really your thing if you were honest. Especially seeing as the new world was filled with surprises of the deadly variety. Still, the thought of a reward did catch your attention and you found yourself wondering what it could be to prompt Negan into making a personal visit.

With an easy shrug Negan brings Lucile down to rest against his boot in one fluid motion. “That’s all she fuckin’ wrote. Can I come in or are you gonna leave old Negan out in the fucking cold?”

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Prologue [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary:  Mixed up orders leads to a new and unexpected person in your life.

Word Count: 2,159

Warnings: None (a slow burn, but are you guys really surprised?)

Authors notes:  We are SO excited to share this with you guys, this universe is something we had so much fun creating and we hope you enjoy it as much as us! ❤ 

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The neon lights and upbeat sixties doo-wop songs were the furthest things Lin wanted in his presence that night. Still, the Salt and Pepper Diner was the only place with decent food open this late into the night.

There was the added benefit that it was always empty when he found himself in. No soul in their right mind purposefully wandered into this place at three in the morning on a school day.

Except for him, of course.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write the RFA and minor trio reacting to MC's little brother (around 12) who is very attached to his older sister and does not like the RFA? (All men/women are wolves MC!) How would they win him over?

I’m so sorry this took so long, anon!! I hope you read it even though it’s been awhile since you asked;; It’s been in my drafts forever and I haven’t ever been able to write the minor trio for this request, and i’m so sorry for that!!! I might make a separate post for them later? I hope you like this.. -Green


-you brought up one day that you weren’t going to be really available because you were going to babysit your brother for the day

-he didn’t know you had a brother!

-he asks if he can join you, and of course you say yes.

-you two drive to your parents house and Yoosung briefly talks to them before they leave, and you two are alone.

-then suddenly you shout from the TOP OF YOUR L U NGS,


-yoosung is.

-he doesn’t even know.

-but suddenly your little brother is dashing downstairs and you guys are wrestling so???

-what does he do help him

-once you guys had your little. reunion? ??? yoosung still doesn’t know what happened but is too afraid to ask

-you tell both him and your little brother what you have in store for today so you all don’t get bored. You’ve planned a movie, arcade, and fast food for the night and Yoosung thinks it’s great!

-but he can’t help but notice your brother hasn’t said a word to him?? and won’t even look at him??

-o h  g  o d

-then he sees overall that your brother. does NOT appreciate him here

-Movie: he tried to run ahead with you in the dark theater so Yoosung couldn’t find you and had to sit alone

-I mean, it didn’t work, but what the F U Ck,

-Arcade? Your brother will not let him play any games with you and constantly hogs your attention and literally tries to get you to ditch him and go back home

-you don’t even NOTIC E?


-kind of takes it personally and is super done with this fucker by the end of the night

-when you go and tuck him in bed Yoosung just can’t wait to go home and cuddle with you, get back all the attention he lost today

-but then you come down stairs and you bring him to your old room and he’s like. what.

-”oh, did I not mention? we’re staying for another two days.”


-”I’m sorry I forgot to tell you! You can head back home if you want?”


-he’s not about to LOSE so easily.

-talking about losing, he hasn’t played LOLOL all day….

-he feels bad about asking to play but you’re chill with it so. you know.

-he plays literally all night

-and into the morning

-suddenly your coming out of the room to make breakfast ?/

-he sees your brother come down and he’s about to shut down the game before your brother D A S H ES FOR HIM

-Yoosung is ready to scream .

-before your bro stops and starts babbling nonsense about LOLOL and how



-oh y e s.

-yoosung is literally praying the Gods above as he shows your brother all his cool stuff

-after that, breakfast is super nice and now your brother won’t stop talking to Yoosung

-he thinks it’s amazing and is so happy he got your brother to like him even if he really didn’t even try


-It’s at a family reunion you practically beg Saeyoung to go to that he meets your brother

-right away Saeyoung is like


-he knows.

-he k n o w s


-all night. literally all night he is trying to trick Saeyoung and play pranks

-and he happily indulges in all of them, KNOWING that yes, a bug is in his drink

-but does he care? NO


-he knows your brother hates him and Saeyoung finds it hilarious

-and then randomly your brother takes his hand and looks him right in the eye and is like

-”you better not hurt her all right? you’re pretty stupid, but you shouldn’t be stupid enough to hurt MC!!!”

-fucker doesn’t even acknowledge him

-instead he brings out a DS and is like

-”i bet I can beat your ass in super smash bros”


-he was about to start crying from stress you have no idea


-family is important!!!! that saying is literally EMBEDDED into your brain

-so better believe your ENTIRE family is invited to the wedding

-which includes your brother

-and you have never been so nervous in your entire life

-Jaehee notices it at the wedding and thinks your having cold feet but then you just take her hands

-”you don’t understand. my brother. will r u in the wedding. he’s a little BRAT??? Jaehee please god help me

-at first she’s confused because like MC what

-but when she looks outside and sees your brother practically boiling in his seat she understands

-so instead of Jumin’s father walking you down the isle you have Jaehee

-you discussed it with Jumin’s father but not with your husband so when he sees this he is HIGH KEY STRESSED

-W H A T

-how D A RE,, his FATHEr???

-he makes a mental note to scREECH later

-now is not the time, Jumin

-you’re shaking like a leaf and holding onto Jaehee for dear life

-you almost want to make her stay with you as you exchange vows

-you almost do, she has to rip you off of her arm

-Jumin now sees how worried you are and the whole time he’s whispering to you not to worry and how happy he’ll make you


-finally the rings come out and you’re more relaxed now because your brother hasn’t been a BITCH so far

-but then you see him start to stand

-before Jumin can put the ring on you your brother yells


-are you serious



-you’re literally groaning and throwing your head back in agony, about to fall to your knees as your brother makes his speech that you are completely sure he was thinking of all day

-you can see Zen nodding his head and silently agreeing with your brother and you’re going to have to talk to him later oh my GOD

-once your bro is done you’re so humiliated like. p l ea se just put the ring on me and go

-but surprisingly Jumin is totally calm

-and gives the snarkiest and best reply ever to your brother and now you’re blushing because aww babe

-your brother never said anything bad about your marriage after that

-little brat you love him tho


-this one is a little more ,, tame

-your parents were actually coming to see the coffee shop you had made with Jaehee, and happened to bring your brother along.

-he was pretty chill the entire time, but Jaehee noticed his little glares and snarky comments

-she didn’t really pay it any mind, because 12 year olds will be 12 year olds.

-but after awhile… it was really starting to get on her nerves how rude he was to her.

-she had asked you what your brother would like to eat or drink, and you gladly told her what his favorite snack and drink was

-it was so sweet of her to get something!!

-bitch u thought

-she did make the food, but didn’t offer it to him.

-she just sat it on the counter and waited for him to come to her.

-she had to wait practically an hour

-but eventually YES he did come up thank god

-”do you want a snack? your sister told me what you like.”

-she could see him trying to make a fuss. she could SEE it.. but he didn’t

-he tried to just grab it and leave

-nnooononono not in my house

-she literally grips his hand so tight that he lets out a little squeal

-”do you have a problem with me, little man?”

-he’s shaking his head so hard oh god please Jaehee don’t kill him

-she let’s him off with the food because Jaehee figures she’s scared him enough to leave her alone

-just kidding now he won’t leave her alone

-wants to know how she got so badass and cool

-she guesses… this is better than before

-not really the outcome she was looking for?? but okay??

-recommends her judo studio to him and the next time they come over to the shop he shows her his new moves

-now they’re judo buddies


-so you invite the family over for one of Zen’s performances! yaaayyy,,,


-your brother is just flat out complaining the whole time

-he reaaalllyyy does not want to see your boyfriend

-he also reaaaalllly does not want you to see your boyfriend

-you just grab his ear and tell him to shut up so he does

-you all go over to the performance and head backstage; you want to wish him luck!

-when Zen sees you all he politely introduces himself and gives your parents handshakes

-and when he sees your brother Zen kind of like… just knows

-silent agreement. All men are wolves. Instant respect

-which kind of throws your brother off with how cool Zen is him

-you all leave for your seats and your bro is still like. wut..,

-the play is amazing!! you weren’t expecting anything else!!

-you greet him after the show and he’s flooded with compliments from your parents which of course Zen totally gobbles up into his rat tail

-the more his ego grows the longer that fucking thing gets. 100% canon

-and then Zen straight up goes for a handshake with your brother with some kind of gay admiration in his eyes so your brother takes it feeling so conflicted because his performance was really great and he was actually pretty cute?

-oh god i think Zen made your brother gay

Walls Built- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 6 of Alone Together)

A/N: I know I said that this would be up some time last night and I swear I had it ready to go. But then, I was doing my last reread and decided to go in a different direction. I think this one is better, albeit much more sad. This chapter also hit a bit too close to home as I wrote a lot of what I’ve been feeling lately into this. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and I promise that it won’t be sad forever! Things will start to look up soon! (Hopefully (: )

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) 

Originally posted by freakystuffinhere

As you walked into Potions, you shivered with a groan. Another day you forgot your jumper. You actually had it too, but Lily was rushing you so much that you forgot it on your bed. Now you’d have to suffer through the cold lesson and Remus’ teasing.

“Morning Y/N.” Remus smiled as he sat down next to you. His arm reached out and ruffled your hair slightly, then set a delicious looking pumpkin pasty in front of you. He looked surprisingly pleasant and chipper this morning; you thought he’d be more fatigued as the full moon passed just four days prior. It usually took Remus a full week to get back to his usual self, and you looked at him curiously.

“What are you up to?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

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“Let’s Make a Deal”

Request: Hi (: I don’t know if you’re still getting requests but if you are I’d like to have one please! I’d like one about Draco Malfoy and a Gryffindor girl and he was always rude to her, but they had a small crush on each other and he asks her to go to the Yule Ball with him and she thinks he’s joking…You can finish it the way you like the best. Thank you so much.

⇢  In which a stubborn Slytherin Draco and Gryffindor Reader combination makes for an interesting Yule Ball-posal.

“It’s almost Christmas.”

As the Gryffindor common room filled with Seamus’ off-key rendition of “Santa Baby,” you quirked a brow. “Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Have you found a date for the Ball yet?” questioned Fred, flashing you a grin.

You shrugged, making a face. “Not yet.”

“Well, my offer still stands–”

“Don’t even think about it, Weasley,” you deadpanned. “I’d rather not get on Angelina’s bad side.”

“Bad side? She doesn’t have a bad side,” he said with faux dreaminess, drifting toward the center of the room.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself, deciding to ditch the noisy common room to study for exams. While the roaring fireplace and bustling Gryffindors indeed made for a cozy setting, the constant chatter made it hard to focus.

As you made your way to your usual table in the library, you passed Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger, smiling to yourself as you heard Hermione’s endless prattle.

“Revolting, aren’t they?”

You inwardly groaned at the all too familiar voice. “You’re one to talk,” you retorted, eyeing Malfoy. “I think it’s sweet; Hermione showing the world you don’t need to be outgoing and gregarious to catch the attention of a handsome Quidditch star.”

“I wouldn’t take that to heart,” he drawled. “Not even Longbottom would go to the Yule Ball with the likes of you.”

“Well, seeing as Neville is twice the gentleman you’ll ever be,” you paused, pursing your lips, “it does seem unlikely I’d manage to score someone as stellar as he is.”

Draco scoffed, cocking his head. “Longbottom? A gentleman? He lacks the physical capability to open the door for himself, let alone open it for another person.”

You placed your hand over your forehead, your thumb rubbing your temple. “If the only reason you’re talking to me is to insult me and my friends, just leave.”

Draco’s lips thinned, gauging his options. To your surprise, he relented. “Fine.”

“Not so arrogant without your two cronies?” you pushed.

He paused. You silently cursed yourself.

He would have left if you hadn’t opened your mouth. You knew that. But you couldn’t help yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed his annoying presence.

The side of Draco’s lip quirked upward as he turned toward you. “I just thought I’d prove to you how much of a gentleman I am.”

Without so much as another glance, he left the library with a slight smirk, leaving you to fight the stupid grin off your face.

+ + +

It was Day 2 of your revision and you made your way to the library, yet again. You waved as you passed Hermione, Krum-less. This time, you saw a pale blonde at your usual table.

“You again.” You pulled out a chair and rested your head in front of his.

Draco lifted his gaze. “You do know it’s impolite to bother someone while they are revising, yes?” Still, he didn’t tell you to leave.

“I agree. Someone should have said that to the twat who was bothering me yesterday.”

He scoffed, but there was an amused glint playing in his eyes. He averted his attention back to his textbook. Following his lead, you opened up your copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. His head stayed down, gazing at his book, but painfully aware of your company. Unmoving, you, too, stared down at your book.

The tension built and it became a game. As the colored uniforms passed through the library, who would move away first, not wanting to be seen with a member of the opposing house? No one moved.

Moments of determined silence passed before Draco glanced your way. “Your lips purse when you’re focused, did you know?”

Quirking an eyebrow, you attempted to retract your lips without looking like an idiot. “Actually, no. I wasn’t aware. But, thank you, for forever making me self-conscious about it now.”

“No. It’s cute,” said Draco.

Your eyes widened in response, then, clearing your throat, you murmured, “If you’re trying to make me leave first by throwing up…tempting, but it won’t work.”

“Unless you plan on sleeping here, get up. Because I definitely won’t give in.”

“Oh please, I bet I could last the whole night here, easily.”

Draco’s upper lip curled up and you couldn’t help thinking you’ve made a mistake. “Prove it.”

Well, shit. “Pardon?”

“If you’re so confident, let’s make a deal,” he said.

Instead of denying, curiosity got the better of you. “What deal?”

“If you don’t follow your word to stay at the library all night, then you have to go to the Yule Ball as my date.”

“Excuse me?” You were incredulous. “The library closes at eight! Madam Pince will throw me out herself, if she has to.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran your big mouth.”

You glared. “Let’s say I somehow manage to stay here all night. What do I get?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you stayed true to your word.”

“That is stupid.”

Draco egged you on. “Is this a common Gryffindor thing? Boasting with nothing to back your claims up?”

“Shut up, Malfoy. Gryffindors stay true to their words, unlike you slimy Slytherins.”

He simply smirked. “Prove it.

“Fine. The deal is on. If I lose, I’ll accompany you to the Ball.” He opened his mouth, looking triumphant. “But,” you continued, “if I win, you have to wear a Gryffindor pin up until Christmas Eve.”

“Unlikely,” he leered, but held out his hand.

You shook it.

Without another word, Draco gathered his books and walked away.

“Wait–you don’t have to stay?”

“The deal was only about you staying, love,” he called. “The library officially closes at eight, yes? I’ll see you outside at eight ‘o one.”

“Unlikely,” you shot.

Alone, you noticed the library had cleared significantly. Even Hermione was gone. It was a minute until eight and your spine stiffened as you sensed Madam Pince stalking the grounds.

You groaned, “That damned Malfoy.”

After Madam Pince threatened to hex you and give you a month’s detention, you begrudgingly made your way out of the library.

Unsurprised, you saw Malfoy waiting. When he saw you, his mouth curved into an unfairly attractive smirk. “Eight ‘o six. You lasted five minutes longer than I thought. Congratulations.”

“Get stuffed, Malfoy.”

He was unphased. “That’s no way to treat your future Yule Ball date.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why me, anyway?”

“Gryffindor or not, you’re the only girl beautiful enough to dance with me.”

Despite your intentions, you blushed. “Whatever, Draco,” you mumbled, heading toward the Gryffindor Tower.

Draco was one step behind you. Then he was walking next to you. You turned your head, raising an eyebrow at him. He raised one back. “Yes? I’m only making sure Madam Pince doesn’t change her mind and come after you.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He paused. “The only times I lie to you is when I say you’re anything but beautiful.”

By now, you guys made it up to the tower.

“A deal is a deal. I’m already your date. No need for further flattery.”

Draco smiled, shaking his head. “It’s not flattery, just the truth.”

You stood in awkward silence for a while. “Well…Goodnight. Thanks for walking me. I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” As Draco laughed and bade you goodnight, you smiled.

Maybe being Draco’s date to the Yule Ball wouldn’t be such a dreadful event.

This is terrible. This is awkwardly short for me. Draco is so out of character. I’m just on my period and I wanted to write something cute and adorable and this reminded me of a cute past fling(?) aND I JUST WANT TO CRY. As I reread, I realized how poorly written and rushed the beginning and end are. My apologies. This was basically to get over a writer’s block.

P.S. Happy (almost) Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans!

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William Nylander #1

Player: William Nylander (Toronto Maple Leafs)

A/n: Okay I couldn’t come up with a title. So until I do you have to live with this instead. Thank you so much for all the encouraging messages I’ve gotten in the last week. You have no idea how much this means to me. It’s been a while since my last multi-chapter fic, so bear with me while I try my best.

Word Count: 1459

Originally posted by nichague


There was no other word to describe the situation you were in. William Nylander was watching you from the other end of the table and you had no idea what to do. Oh, you would kill Alex when he finally showed up.  

Lunch at 3. A simple instruction he had texted you in the morning. Well, apparently he had texted the same thing to William without mentioning either you or him to the other. 

You didn’t have anything against William being there, you just didn’t know him yet. You had hoped Alex would get a conversation going as soon as he arrived, but at that point, he was half an hour late.  

All you had wanted to do was catch up with an old friend. Now you were trying not to look at your phone again, hoping Alex had answered your messages. All while ice blue eyes were on you the whole time.  

“I think Alex isn’t going to show up.”, William said, his voice quietly interrupting the awkward silence. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Maybe he forgot.”, you shrugged. 

It was getting ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed yourself to look up and meet William’s gaze. His eyes were breathtaking. The color alone was enough to send chills down your spine. How could someone have such a perfect shade of blue as their eye color? His eyes were accompanied by the typical Nylander smile and blonde hair, which was slightly darker than Alex’s. 

He wore it longer than other guys would but you had to admit that you liked it.  
He was damn attractive and you were way too shy to know what to say. So you just sat there, hoping he would catch on to your silence and say something.  

William seemed irritated at first when you didn’t say something. He quickly scanned over you, trying to figure out what was going on. It started by noticing the way your hands were fidgeting under the table. You were sitting right on the front of your chair, trying not to move in your seat. The last hint he noticed were your eyes, that were trailing over the table before they allowed themselves to rest on him for a moment.  

It was like a lightbulb that erupted from his head as the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a bigger smile. 

“Listen, Y/n. I know this is kinda awkward because we don’t know each other. But we’re here now. So what do you think? We could get to know each other and my annoying little brother isn’t around. It’s a win-win.”, he grinned. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before you quickly nodded. 

“Sounds good to me.” 

William smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut short by the arrival of the waitress.  

“Hey, good afternoon. What can I get you?”, she said with a forced smile. 

Oh, you knew just how it felt like to be in her shoes. Luckily, you had quit your job for that semester after putting in more shifts than needed in the semester before. You had been the girl forcing a smile, and you hated it more than anything. 

You looked back at William, who waved his hand in your direction. 

“Uh… I’ll take the strawberry milkshake please.” 

“Only that?” 

“Yeah, that’s it.”, you said with a thankful smile. 

You watched as she turned to William, who was quickly studying the menu on the wall a couple of tables away. He tried to decipher what was written on it, having left his glasses at home. But after a moment, he gave up. 

“I’ll take the same. Make it chocolate though. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”, the waitress said nonchalantly, leaving the table again. 

“So, why the milkshake and not actual food? Trying to get rid of me?“, William joked nervously. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head at his statement. 

"The milkshake here is really good. But it makes you feel like you ate a whole meal afterward. Trust me, I found out the hard way." 

"Alex mentioned that you two go here a lot." 

"Basically. He made me go to a Steelheads game once and we were hungry afterward but this place was the only one that was open because it was really late.”, you explained. 

“How did you meet anyway?”, he asked curiously. 

“When Alex still played for the Steelheads, I went to school with some of his teammates. I don’t know how, but we ended up as friends. It’s cool that he didn’t get drafted to some team on the West Coast." 

"So… just friends?" 

"Yep. Friends only.”, you smiled. 

“Why? Would he be stepping on someone’s toes?”, William asked. 

You blushed at the question. Did he ask if you had a boyfriend? For a second there was something in William’s eyes. Something that hadn’t been there before. Like a curious flicker. It was interesting to look at while you honestly told him that you didn’t have anyone in your life.

For the next while, you just sat there, trying to figure each other out. You exchanged stories about your families, idiot brother’s, made fun of Alex (although you only joked a little about him; hey, you’re nice) and shared a little more about each other. 

William seemed to be particularly interested in your move from Mississauga to Ottawa back to Mississauga and you were just generally interested. There was something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He had a different way to see things that you couldn’t explain. 

But your milkshakes didn’t last forever, and sooner than you thought your phone showed that it was already 5 o’ clock. You couldn’t help but notice the little bit of disappointment you felt when William sighed. 

“Looks like I gotta go." 

"Yeah, I gotta go too. My roommate’s probably waiting already." 

William called over the waitress, while you opened your bag for your purse. Stupid enough, you had to find it first but it didn’t take that long. You could’ve sworn that you had only looked down for a few seconds. Your eyes flashed over to William’s as he handed the waitress the money for both your milkshakes. Shooting him a confused look, William just shrugged. 

"You didn’t have to do that, you know." 

“I know. But I wanted to.”, he grinned. 

You both stood up and made your way out of the Diner, the nice late-summer breeze of the Toronto Area welcoming you outside.  

“Wow. You were right about that milkshake.” 

“Told you so.”, you smiled as you made your way to the parking lot. 

“So… does this count?”, William asked when you stopped in front of your car.  

“As what?”, you questioned in confusion. 

“As a first date.” 

You were taken by surprise at his statement, trying not to stare at him. Did he really mean that? Was he interested?  
Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Alex didn’t show up. 

“Depends. If you want it to be a date it counts.” 

“That’s good. And do I get to take you out again?” 

You nodded with a smile as William fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, giving it to you. He had opened a new contact. You quickly typed in your name and your number before you gave it back to him. 

You were closer than you thought you were. 

William took his phone but didn’t let go of your hand as he got a little closer.
Your nerves were going crazy as you watched his gaze flicker down to your lips. Was it a coincidence or did he think about kissing you? 

Kiss me. 

What the hell? You knew that guy for a couple of hours.

“I had a lot of fun today.”, he muttered. 

“Me too.”, you admitted sheepishly. 

And with that, William leaned down and brushed his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek gently.

Fuck. You were absolutely baffled by the little sting of disappointment in your stomach. Did you really want him to kiss you? Better question. Did you really think he would kiss you? You really had to get better at reading signs.

Heat rose in your cheeks at the feeling of his soft lips, a blush creeping across your face.

"Goodnight, Y/n.”, William smiled when he stepped back and let go of your hand.

“Night, William.”, you muttered, hoping that the blush was gone or at least not as obvious.

But by the grin on his face, it wasn’t.

by Lindsay Smith

They told us things would be tougher after the war, but I didn’t know they mean quite like this.

Cold metal, slipping in my sweaty palms. Ears ringing. My face flecked with powder, but it’s still hot, so hot, it burns like ash.

And then of course the man before me, face forever frozen like I just called him something rude, hand pressed to the hole in his lungs as he goes down.

Let me explain.

I was always like this, see, not the killing part, but the part that led up to it. The part where I found me a bone and gnawed and gnawed at it like a dog possessed. “Annalisa,” Pa would say, that tone both scolding and proud, “maybe it’s time to give it a rest, huh? Worry about something else for a while.” But when I found me a mystery, I clung to it, until one of us was solved.

Usually it was as simple as finding where our downstairs neighbor’s good pearls got off to (her husband’s bookie) or who’d gotten the landlady’s daughter in a family way. In the war, I made a bit of a name for myself, nothing official, of course, but the cops came to me all the same. Their best detectives had been poached by the OSS and so on, and they just needed a hand dealing with the vagrants who’d somehow slipped the draft—purse thieves and smugglers and all the other shits you find down south of Houston or lurking around the docks. Pa’d already gone to Europe then, so there was no one but old Mrs. Dougherty to tell me I couldn’t, and she’d turn her glass eye to anything as long as her cooking sherry stayed stocked.  I solved everything from break-ins to embezzlers, and didn’t feel a bit bad about a single one of the creeps and goons I got locked up, even though I didn’t get much credit (or any at all).

Bianca, though … Bianca I felt bad about. But then I’m jumping ahead.

When the war ended and the men came home—though some of ‘em, like Pa, made the trip in a wooden box—they warned me it was going to be hard. The best thing I could do was find myself a man, young, not too shellshocked, who was so damn happy to be home and alive that he wouldn’t mind what a boatload of trouble I was. Mrs. Daughtery couldn’t watch me forever, and I was old enough I didn’t need her by then. I tried dating, thought admittedly not hard, but I’d have had more fun sitting across the diner booth from a box of soap. Every guy was a crossword and I’d solved ‘em by the time the waitress brought our main course.

What I wanted was work. Real work. Work I could hang a shingle on, and get paid enough to live, not just to buy myself something at the soda fountain. I needed to rent a room of my own before I wore out all my excuses with our landlady, before the government checks ran out.

But the cops suddenly didn’t want me, at least not at any price I could afford to take. So I pawned my grandpa’s old pocket watch and took out a newspaper ad.

Mostly it was other women who came to me. We were all in the same boat; we’d had a purpose for a few years, were building a career, then just as quickly it was gone. I saw housewives who were going stir crazy, imagining murderers next door, their husbands’ affairs, even a neighbor who didn’t smile at them just right. They weren’t always wrong, but it was quick, easy work, and that never paid the bills. Not that they had much to give me on their own, scraping together nickels from their grocery money on the sly, but I took the jobs anyway. We were in this together, after the war.

Then Bianca stormed into my world and there’s no way I was going to end up unscathed.

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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary/Prompt: Your soulmates first thoughts about you are tattooed onto your skin 

Warnings: None

A/N: This is based off of the New York premiere of Lost City of Z aka when Harrison wore a blue suit with red socks (I’m still concerned wtf)

Another A/N: I’m done writing about Harrison, this has just been in my drafts for months and I wanted to clear it out. 

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This is for the con!Sterek ask, where they accidentally out their relationship on speaker phone. :) it was just too good, I couldn’t help myself!


Stiles wasn’t having a great morning.

He was exhausted. He had done interviews all day yesterday and and spent most of the night on the phone with Derek definitely not making small talk.

He had overslept and barely made it to the current panel on time, his publicist Lydia glaring at him as she handed him coffee. He wasn’t the least bit sorry, though, he grinned behind the paper cup. Worth it.

So that’s his excuse for the events that were soon to follow.

The panel for his show, Welcome to The Planet, included the core four characters to Derek Hale’s Clark Kent/Superman: Braeden Hunter (Lois Lane), Jackson Whittemore (Pete Ross), Bobby Finstock (Perry White), and Stiles Stilinski (James Olsen). The show was a new spin on the age old story of Superman, revolving mostly around Clark’s job at the Daily Planet.

Critics and fans loved the show, and, while he was only supposed to be a supporting cast member, Stiles found himself becoming the fan favorite and quickly getting promoted to series regular. Viewers loved the chemistry between his character and Derek’s, and they were lucky to have showrunners that played off that dynamic. There was even speculation of them forgoing the traditional Clark/Lois relationship at some point in the next season.

Of course, Derek’s whereabouts were the first thing Stiles was asked that morning.

“Derek really wanted to be here, but unfortunately other obligations have him in London today. He wanted me to pass on a message though,” Stiles said, fumbling for his phone and scrolling through all the (inappropriate) messages to find what he was looking for. Wow, he thought, we sext A LOT.

Finally, he gave up. “You know what, I’m just going to call him,” he said, and hit call before he even thought about it, while the screams of fans filled his ears. He automatically put the phone on speaker when the call began and held it up to the mic.

The call finally picked up, and Derek’s sultry voice rang out loud and clear for everyone and their mother to hear.

“Hey, Baby. Didn’t get enough of me four hours ago?”

If Stiles thought the first screams were loud, they were nothing compared to the absolute insanity that happened next.

Stiles was completely frozen. His heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive.

He pulled the phone up to his ear, thankfully taking it off speaker, to hear Derek speaking to him, “Stiles? What’s going on? What’s all that screaming?”

“I, uh, I’m going to have to call you back.” Stiles hung up before Derek could say another word. He looked off the stage to see Lydia drop her head into her hands.

What have I done, he thought miserably.

Braeden, bless her soul, took over from there, calming down the crowd and asking for more question. The rest of the cast and creators helped to deflect questions from Stiles, and after another agonizing hour, he was finally free.

“Come with me,” Lydia barked at him as soon as he made it back stage. She led him to a private room and closed and locked the door.

“Well that was… interesting.”

“Lydia, I am so sorry-” he started, but she held up her hand.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” she said, looking at him pointedly.

He nodded and pulled out his phone again. She rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before she left the room.

“It’s going to be fine, Stiles.”

When Derek picked up this time, it was with a gruff, “Am I on speaker?”

Stiles completely broke down. He couldn’t stop the tears that ran down his face or the sob that tore from his lips.

“I am so sorry, Derek. I don’t- I wasn’t-”

“Stiles, baby, calm down. Breathe for me, okay? Listen to my voice and breathe.”

Stiles took a few more shaky breaths and sniffled, “please don’t hate me. Please don’t leave me.”

“Oh my god, Stiles no, I’m not going to leave you. And I could never hate you. I love you, remember? It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not, I’ve ruined everything. I knew you wanted to keep us a secret but-”

“Wait,” Derek interrupted, “who said I wanted to keep us a secret?”

“Well I thought, you know, when Peter said… you’ve never been public about your relationships and he told me you wouldn’t want to tell the media about us because of your privacy and you would break up with me if I ever made you ashamed to be with me-”

“Please, never listen to a word my asshole uncle says again, Stiles. We really should have talked about this a year ago,” Derek huffed. “When you never pushed to do anything in public with me, I just assumed you didn’t want people to know either. Believe me when I say I will never, ever be ashamed to be with you. I love you so much, Stiles.”

Stiles couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, “I love you, too, Der. I don’t care who knows. I just wish I didn’t force this, I wish we could have done it on our terms, after discussing it properly.”

“It’s okay, babe. Really. I called Lydia when you hung up, and she’s drafting a statement for us right now.”

“So we’re really doing this.”

“Oh yeah, there’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Think of how the fans will react! We have to keep them happy by staying together forever.”

Stiles laughed, “I actually like the sound of that.”

Derek’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. “Me, too, Stiles. Me, too.”

All things considered, Stiles thought happily, this wasn’t such a bad day after all.

Sorry for any errors! It’s late and I’m on my phone :)

(Submitted by  raimykeller)

Originally posted by lolatigerlily

Oh my gosh, this is fantastic! Thank you so much!

You know what I’m not gonna pretend that Joss Whedon is a perfect writer, I think it’d be unfair to say that about any writer but that’s not the point, for now Joss Whedon is not a perfect writer. There are certainly issues in his scripts, the occasional racism being a big one (although one thing I think we should all bear in mind: don’t think it’s ever been intentional. Not an excuse by any means, but there’s a big difference between being a racist writer and being a flawed writer who fucks up every so often because they don’t get the intricacies of the issue).

However I do not understand the sudden hatred of him on this site. Like actually stop and think it through for a second here. Go back to buffy, actually think it through. Again, not perfect writing, and some stuff in the early seasons could potentially be interpreted as slut-shaming (although I genuinely believe if you go and watch it again without a closed mind, that was absolutely not the intention). But can we just not forget how fucking important that show was? How much that show paved the way for better representation in tv and movies. It was one of the earliest shows to have an openly lesbian relationship within the main cast (and especially in a main stream show), which honestly I think was handled really well for the time (late 90s, early 2000s, really not a good time for this stuff on tv). It was never sexualised, like even remotely, it was just shown as a normal relationship. The one time it was slightly sexualised was in a dream sequence in Zanders mind which was intended to show the grossness of straight cis dudes. And also to the people complaining that almost no lesbian kisses were shown and the characters were always referred to as “gay” without a mention of the possibility of being bi, REMEMBER WHEN THIS SHOW CAME OUT. Honestly it’s astounding that they got away with showing what they did. Seriously shows we’re being pulled around that time for being less explicit than that.

In terms of buffy as a female character, again there are certainly flaws but AGAIN think about when this came out. Think about other shows around then. Buffy was as good as it got then for feminism. And sure, it could have been better for that stuff but if it wasn’t for buffy we would not be at the point we are at now. We’d be several years behind. She gave young girls a role model, who was tough and a badass but also vulnerable and could be very feminine. She was a well rounded, well written character. A female character who was given an opportunity to be flawed.

Buffy is the reason for so much of the the advancements we’ve had in tv representation and how these characters are written and developed. Yes it would’ve been nice if a non straight white dude was given the opportunity to pave that path, but again at that point in time that was simply not going to happen. That isn’t Joss Whedons fault, and you know what he did a damn good job as a replacement. I mean what do you want him to do? Not write parts for women and lgbtq characters? Sure he’s not the most qualified but speaking as part of the latter community I’d much rather he tried than just didn’t bother, and so far he’s done a good job by me.

Touching on firefly for a second, here’s a mainstream sci-fi show with an ensemble cast with a 50/50 split between male and female characters. Again, that was not common back then. All the female characters are well written, well rounded, interesting and diverse characters. Each one was distinctly different from each other and never once blended together, arguably even more so than the male characters. A point I forgot to mention with buffy was that these were characters who were able to enjoy their sexuality and were never put down for that, except to make a point about a male character being gross. Mal makes comments about Inara’s occupation as a companion but this is always shown as kinda gross and as a representation of a certain way of thinking about things that was separated from what was expected from the audience (mal was frequently shown to be NOT a representative of the audience, hence why he was able to be a very flawed character). Also, while less obvious and less talked about, Inara is a canonically bi character (Kaylee may also be, although that’s a bit more implication than with Inara). I say it again, all of this was a fucking big and frankly brave move when these shows came out and helped a whole fucking lot with improving writing quality and representation.

On top of all of this, both of these shows were just really fucking good. All of this was handled brilliantly, because they just got on with their stories and character development. The lesbian relationship in buffy was a big plot line but the plot line was never “look willows gay now”, it was 100% of the time “willows in a happy relationship, isn’t that nice” and the fact that it was with a girl was talked about exactly as much as it should be which means, if we are talking about true representation here, not very often. Like, a realistic amount. When willow comes out to buffy she’s surprised for like 10 seconds and then the show moves on, which is how it fucking should be. It wasn’t a lazily thrown together “coming out and dealing with my lesbianism” plot line, it just got on with things because that how real relationships work. Even today, how many mainstream shows can you think of which handle this subject that well?

And very quickly on avengers, DOES EVERYBODY REMEMBER HOW FUCKING WELL WRITTEN AVENGERS 1 IS? And then sure, he made some bad choices in AOU, but that was around the time that marvel was cracking down on its writers and directors to make sure that the films fitted into the wider mcu. Marvel had full creative control over AOU, and completely crushed whedons creativity. That’s why he left marvel if you remember, because he wasn’t able to make his film, he made a film put together by money people. I 100% believe that’s where the concerning choice about Natasha’s character came from. Not him.

Ive only seen bits and pieces of whedons scrapped Wonder Woman script. I’m not going to deny that it sucks because it does. It really does. I’m a whedon fan, but it sucks. But what we really need to hear in mind is:

A) It was written 10 years ago. Yes firefly and buffy were before that but in the course of 10 years chances are he’s improved.
B) it was a first draft. Pretty much every script ever sucks in its first draft, because it hasn’t been refined but also because writers have to include the shit that keeps the producers happy in their first draft, and then they can figure out how to improve it once it’s green light.
C) This is one bad script. 1. Writers fuck up sometimes. Are we really gonna throw a writer under the bus based on 1 dodgy script? Honestly that’s a fucked up way of judging art and a scary precedent to set. “Awh ya fucked up once? Awh well, fuck you forever.” Like seriously? Get a grip.

We don’t know what the justice league scenes he’s doing are going to be like yet (and let’s be fucking real here, they’re going to be a hell of a lot better than whatever awful, steaming pile of shit a puke that Snyder has come up with), and we know nothing about his batgirl movie yet. How about we all climb down of the high horse for a second and just wait and see instead of pre-judging him like a bunch of whiny entitled babies.

Yes I’m a fan. Yes I’m biased. But I also recognise the concern. I get it. But can we please calm the fuck down and just wait and see for once? That’d be nice.

In fact can we just marathon buffy and firefly?

Holy fuck that’s a long post

Awaken, My Love

Summary: Prompt fill from a lovely anon - Keith hurts Lance during his Galra awakening and is really upset about it. Lance can’t bear watching the one he loves in so much pain and he does everything he can to make him feel better. Sad but fluffy with a happy ending! Whump overload >.<

*side note - they cannot put Keith in a pod while he is changing as it could mess up the process and could lead to further difficulties in the future so our lil baby boy is just gonna have to suffer for a while.

Warnings; Non-descriptive injures, mentions of blood, mentions of vomit

This has been sitting in my drafts for months now as I am a perfectionist and I felt as though there were some sections that needed a bit more umpf ya know?

I really enjoy writing for you guys please dont think I’d ever just abandon this blog I just wanted it to be as good as I could make it but in the end I decided to give myself a break and I’ve decided to post without edits! 

Hope you enjoy don’t hesitate to leave a comment or a critique I read them all and welcome constructive criticism of my work :)

I am here to become a better writer so please tell me what Ii need to improve on/ what you would like to see from me next!

Panic filled Lance’s sleep-clouded mind when he was startled awake that faithful night to find his boyfriend Keith writhing around their shared bed in immense pain, releasing high-pitched screams of pure agony. They both knew this day would come, but neither of them could’ve guessed it would be so soon.

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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2


Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!


    7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

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Tyler Seguin

“ (Y/N)? (Y/N) ! Hey! Wait  (Y/N/N)!”

Your heart in your throat and stomach at your feet. Flashbacks ripped through you while the man you hoped to never see again became closer to you.Y you picked him up and kept walking faster hoping to lose the man you never wanted to see again in the crowd of people.


It was after prom night you and Tyler were sitting on the roof above his bedroom.

“I’m really glad you came back for tonight, it means a lot to me, I know you are under a lot of stress and pressure right now.” you said playing with the tiara you won tonight.

You and Tyler had dated right through high school, so it wasn’t a huge shock to anyone that you two had one pro king and queen even though Tyler wasn’t really enrolled at your school anymore.

“You thought I would miss this? Your crazy Beth. You know I wouldn’t even with everything. I still want you to be happy. Plus my mom would have been pissed if I didn’t come too.”

You laughed, “She would have been for sure. I knew you would have tried to come but you’re starting all the stuff for the draft soon. I didn’t know if you would have been able to make it with all that.”

“I leave soon,” Tyler said not meeting your eyes. You knew he felt bad about leaving you back in Brampton after everything you have been through over the past 4 years. “But until I leave I am all yours and you are going to be all mine.”

You just smiled enjoying the night.

“ (Y/N) you okay?” Tyler asked you could hear the concern in his voice.

“I’m just worried about what’s going to happen after this summer ends. I’m going to college and you could be in god only knows where.”

“Beth, together for ever, remember. We have had that promise since we were, what? Eight?”

“I know but things are changing? And we were eight, everything was less complicated back then.”

“Hey look at me.I love you and nothing is going to change that. I meant it when I was eight and I still mean it knows at eighteen. Together for ever. I promise.”

“Together forever Seguin. I’m holding you on that.”

“Hey, I give you my full permission to hit me if I break that promise.”

“I’m holding you on that one too.”

“I know you are.”

“I love you Tyler.”

“I love you too.”

And in that moment everything with Tyler felt right.


Stuff happened that night. And at the end of summer you left for college and Tyler left for Boston. Over the first month he was gone he rarely called or texted you by the second month it was like he went MIA.

He called you one day but you missed it because you were in a lecture and boy do you wish you haven’t had missed that call.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s me. Listen we really need to talk. Um, geez okay. I think it would be best if we just went our separate ways. You deserve better and I won’t be able to come home a lot anymore. They took me (Y/N)! I made it! I’m on the roster for this season. They said they saw great potential in me and I could be a real asset to the team! I’m really sorry Beth I didn’t want it to end this way between us, but I think that it’s better for the both of us if we go our separate ways you in college and me in Boston I just don’t see it working for us. Be (Y/N), I know you’re gonna do well in school and probably go farther than I ever would have! Good Luck!”


You actually had intended on calling him that night. You had just found out that you were pregnant and you knew right away it was his. Who else’s could it be? You never got the courage to call him and tell him.

You dropped out of college to have the baby. Your parents had been so mad that you kept the baby. Saying that you weren’t going to be able to handle it. They turned their backs on you. The only people that supported you where Jackie and Paul. Tyler’s parents.



“Hi Jackie! It’s (Y/N) I was wondering if you had a minute so we could talk?”

“Hi Sweetheart! Ya of course! Whats up?”

“Um I was wondering if we could meet up for coffee or something?”

“I’m not busy right now if you want to meet up…, Is everything okay?”

“Kind of. I’d rather talk to you about it in person.”

“Okay, that’s fine I’ll see you soon?

“Okay, great see you soon.”


“Jackie, I’m pregnant.”

Jackie said nothing. The silence became so uncomfortable it made you want to vomit.

“Is it Tys?”

You looked down ashamed. “Yes.” You whispered unable to meet her eyes.

“Does he know?”

“No. Only because he broke up with me. I don’t know what to do. And I’m not ready for him to know. Jackie please don’t tell him until I’m ready.”

“What have your parents said?”

“They kicked me out. And all my stuff because I can’t get rid of the baby. I would never forgive myself.”

“I know sweetheart. Hey, I’m here for you. I’ve got you covered.


” (Y/N)? (Y/N)! Hey! Wait  (Y/N)!“

Your heart in your throat and stomach at your feet. Flashbacks ripped through you while the man you hoped to never see again became closer to you. You knew you should have said no, coming here tonight was a mistake.

But how could you say no? Your sons favorite player was his Dad. His dad that he had never met. But all he wanted was to watch his favorite player. His favorite player that he looked so much a like too, even at five he was a mini-Tyler from looks to personality. You picked him up and kept walking faster hoping to lose the man you never wanted to see again in the crowd of people.

You made it out to the parking lot before you felt someone grab your arm. The grip that felt oh so familiar. The one that was always there for you when you needed it. The one that disappeared so quickly.

“Bethany, please I just want to talk.”

You set your son down who immediately hid behind you with a tight grip on your right leg, every time. It was always the right leg.

All you could think to do was slap him hard. You knew it had to have hurt him if your hand had immediately turned red and stung so bad. You clenched your fists trying so hard not to hit him again in front of Grayson.

The silence was so uncomfortable. You were just about to pick Grayson up and put him in the car when Tyler finally spoke.

“I knew that was coming, ya know. I think that’s why I always avoided coming to see you when I came back to Toronto. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Ya well I wish I could say the same about you but,”

“You look good.”

“What do you want Seguin?”

“What’s his name?”

You debated on telling him and staying or picking Grayson up and leaving. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“Hi Buddy, whats your name? I’m Tyler.”

Grayson’s grip just became tighter as he stared at the man crouched down in front of him.

“Go ahead honey you can tell him.”

He peaked his head out from behind you, and you immediately saw Tyler’s expression change.“Grayson”

Tyler stood up. “He’s mine isn’t he.” The tone of his voice gave away it wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“I think you already know the answer.”

“Can we go somewhere and talk, please. I think I deserve an explanation.”

You just laughed. “You don’t deserve anything. YOU broke OUR promise. Don’t ya remember.”

“Bethany please.”

You thought for a moment. “Fine, where do you want to meet.”

“There’s a coffee shop down the road.”

“Okay, I’ll follow you.”


The three of you all sat at a back booth in the corner of the coffee shop.

“How old is he?”


You watched as Tyler leaned back and thought for a moment. “The night after prom?”

You nodded.

“How did your parents take it?”

“Not well.They kicked me out.”

“Why didn’t you call me then? I would have helped…. How did you manage?”

“Don’t get mad.”

“I won’t get mad, I just want to know.”

“Your parents. They helped me with everything. And I asked them not to tell you. I just, I just didn’t know how to tell you because I wasn’t ready to tell you. I was so young and confused.”

You looked over at Grayson who had fallen asleep leaning on you. Tyler noticed too he was already handing you his jacket to put over him before you could even try to take tours off.


“No problem. And (Y/N) ?”

Beth. The name you hated so much, but never hated it when Tyler called you by it.

“I want to be in his life.”

“I know, and I was prepared for that possibility.”

“Why are you out here anyway?”

“I got relocated for work. Listen, I should really get him home to bed. I’ll give you my number and we can work something out.


You did.

At first, it started with small visits and Tyler watching Grayson if you had to stay late at work. Then it became longer visits which lead to you and Tyler spending more time together. At first, you thought it was an act for Grayson and for a few months that’s what you convinced yourself it was.

But you realized it wasn’t. You didn’t realize how much you missed Ty until now.

It took a while for you to be able to trust Tyler again, but after a few months, it came back along with new feelings.

You eventually spent so much time at his place that he asked the two of you to move it with him. You were finally starting to feel like a family for the first time.

One night you were sitting with your feet in the pool enjoying the quiet night in Dallas when Tyler came outside and sat down next to you.

"I know it been over a year since we ran into each other and honestly, I’m glad we did. I love having Grayson in my life and you back in it. I’m not proposing to you but I want to give you this ring because it’s my promise to keep you and Gray in my life forever. Because I love Grayson and I love you, and not those teenager I love you’s. I really mean this one Beth I love you with everything I’ve got.”

“I love you too Ty. I really do love you. I’m glad your back in my life. And I’m glad that Grayson apart of all this too.”

Tyler put his arm around you and you put your head on his shoulder remembering all that old times that you used to do this. But this time it felt different. A good different, as in there is no place you would rather be than right here right now.

Five foot something with the skinny jeans

A masterpost about how amazing Louis’ legs and thighs and bum look in skinny jeans. It’s actually really unfair okay

So for the past year and a half Louis decided it would be a good idea NO NO IT WAS ACTUALLY A VERY BAD IDEA to start wearing really tight jeans and I’m upset about it.

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