though i think they killed him off


Derek gets taken by hunters. Stiles will do anything to get him back.

Stiles kicks down the door where his husband must be. There is a wave of bodies behind him and upstairs. The body count doesn’t matter when Derek could be dead in this shitty basement in Mexico. 

“Derek?!” he yells again, and there he is. Or there they are, Peter’s here too and somehow Stiles isn’t surprised. 

“Stiles,” Derek croaks out, his voice is shaky, like he’s been screaming, his lips are dry and cracked. 

He sets his guns gently on the ground, and rushes to get the werewolves off of the chainlink fence they’ve probably been tied to for a month. “I’ve got you.”

The cuffs are charmed, which explains why they couldn’t just break them. They aren’t immune to lock picks though, which Stiles is grateful for. Derek falls onto Stiles, bringing him into an embrace and collapsing in exhaustion. Stiles wipes some of the dirt on his face away, and kisses his lips while tears fall from his face. 

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Stiles admits. He called in every favor he has, and has killed to many people to get here and find Derek another added to the body count. 

“I knew you’d find me,” Derek rasps out, and Stiles goes in for another kiss. 

“This is cute and all, but I would also like to not be locked onto this fucking fence anymore,” Peter calls out, his voice in the same state as Derek’s. 

Top 10 times my heart broke for Rhysand

#1 When she never smiled at him

I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”

and that one time she finally did

His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.

#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled

“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about

“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”

#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound

“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

and when we learned how deep that wound went

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him

#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’

“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”

#6 When he cried…

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.

But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared 

-A Court of Thornes and Roses

#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

#8 When he put her happiness above his own

“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her

“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“

#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre

“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”

Quotes from ACOMAF and ACOTAR

On a happier note: Another Top 10 for Rhys


“If you’re not doing okay, you should tell me,“ Jace said. "We’re all under stress, but we have to keep it together as much as we-”
Alec whirled on him. There was disbelief in his eyes. “Doing okay? How would you be doing?” he demanded. “How would you be doing if it were Clary that Sebastian had taken? If it were her we were going to rescue, not knowing if she was dead or alive? How would you be doing?”
Jace felt as if Alec had slapped him. He also felt as though he deserved it. It took him several tries before he could get out the next words. “I-I would be in pieces.”
Alec got to his feet. He was outlined against the bruise-colored sky, the glow of the broken moons reflecting off the ground; Jace could see every facet of his expression, everything he had been keeping pent up. He thought of the way Alec had killed the faerie knight in the court; cold and quick and merciless. None of that was like Alec. And yet Jace had not paused to think about it, to think what drove that coldness: the hurt, the anger, the fear. “This,” Alec said, gesturing toward himself. “This is me in pieces.”  [City of Heavenly Fire]

Game’s on!

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.


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The first time is serious business - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

#10. Making love for the first time. Only slightly NSFW, mostly fluffy. And not great…Thank for the compliment by the way :), hope you’ll like it :

THERE’S SOME SORT OF PART TWO HERE : Titus likes you…too much

(My masterlist blog here :


The first time he saw you, he was barely ten years old. You were in the same class than him in Gotham Academy, and he noticed you right away because your uniform was old and had clearly been used before. He guessed pretty fast that you were one of those kids from poor families that his father gave a scholarship to, which meant, you were a smart one. 

“Smart”, didn’t even do justice to your intelligence. He never met anyone (that wasn’t his father or brothers) like you, you were extra-brainy, sometimes he even thought you were almost as astute as him…But not only, you were also full of wit and quick responses, and so damn brave. You were a short one, and yet, when he saw you get bullied by sixteen years old, he didn’t even had time to react and come help you that you already shot your foot to one of the guy’s crotch mercilessly. And then kicked his face. The two others bullies were so stunned, they just ran away. They ran away from a short ten year old girl…You were amazing. 

He pleaded to his father so that you wouldn’t get fired from school for kicking that guy’s ass, and Bruce was so impressed with you, and how his son defended you, that he pressured the school into keeping you. 

-I know it’s thanks to you I’m still here, so…yeah, thank you dude. 

-I didn’t do anything. 

-Lier. I know who your dad is. I know it’s thanks to him I have the opportunity to be in the best school of Gotham. And I know he convinced the school’s board not to fire me. My guts are telling me you’re the one responsible for your father’s intervention. So…Thanks. 

And that’s how you became friend with him. You quickly guessed he was the night vigilante “Robin”, and it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it was your child’s brain telling you that a hero, with all the costume wearing a people saving, such as him was just wicked cool, that you thought it really wasn’t a big deal On the contrary, you thought Damian was like, the coolest guy you ever met. After Batman and Nightwing of course. He made it his life goal to show you he was better than them…and it made you slowly fall for him as the years went by, and as you grew up together. 

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NHL!Bitty, Part XVI - Breakdown

Long distance relationships have their fair share of difficulties. When a mid-season medication switch-up has Jack crashing hard with unexpected side effects, Bitty deals with being a world away.

Jack feels like he’s been drugged. 

He tells Marty as much and the man laughs it off with a cheeky wink to the glass in Jack’s hand. “I made your drink, I think I’d know if I’d put in a little something extra.”

He dumps out the rest of the cocktail and switches to water. The euphoric feeling doesn’t leave, though it’s now tinged with something else. Exhaustion maybe? His vision is fuzzy at the edges and his reaction time delayed. He’s not drunk, it’s something else.

It takes a while to realize what this is, ‘danger’ not quite humming at the back of his mind. Not yet.

His hip is killing him and when he gets home he takes another pill so he can at least walk without debilitating pain. He decides to sleep it off, which proves to be a mistake when he wakes up with a migraine. A small, hopefully, manageable thing at first that morphs into a blinding pain. Before he can think better of it, he takes another half pill but immediately knows there’s more at play when his stomach rebels at the two meager sips of water it takes to wash the thing down.

He can’t be sick. He has practice. He has a game in two days. 

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Who Killed Markiplier Thoughts.

Just managed to watch it now and I need to get all my thoughts out rn while they’re fresh.

The Colonel and the Mayor? Two new egos maybe or two existing egos in disguise? The Colonel definitely reminds me of Warfstache, but the Mayor I don’t really see a connection to any of the other egos. Perhaps Dark though, since we know he’s good at playing a part, he does so well in ADWM.

Going off the plot to CLUE the film based on Cluedo that came out in 1985 (and there are spoilers for the film here so if you haven’t seen it and want to don’t read this part) the butler was the one who killed the “victim” because of blackmail that his master had about him…or something along those lines but I think it’s a little too obvious to think that Mark and Teamiplier would go along the same plot line as an already existing film.

The Fnaf noises during the security cam scene was freaky but also potentially something? Like maybe pointing to something more sinister happening in the house? But at least we know who Little Buddy is now, but not why he has a KILL mode. 

Honestly it sort of gave more questions that it did answers, but there was so much there for theorising with:

The Colonel shows a “two pair” hand in the drunk scene, which is the third lowest hand you can have in Poker, but with Aces included it can be a winner. So, there’s potential motive there, and from his “narration” of what happened when Mark died, there does seem to be some animosity between them for some reason, whether it’s from that night or something in the past.

We know the Mayor, the Colonel and Mark have known each other a long time, considering the argument that the Mayor and the Colonel have, and the Colonel states he does care, he’s just not crying over Mark’s death. He’s the quickest to really want to help, and the only one to give a proper “idea” of how Mark died, but he admits it’s all speculation, and he would be a likely suspect, since he is seen with a gun in the drunk scene, and in the original game of Cluedo, Colonel Mustard was normally portrayed as a hunter. He also fills his gun with only one bullet, like Russian Roulette. 

Later in the scene as well, we see the Detective with a look of despair on his face, and it looks like a continued scene of the one where the Colonel shows his two pair. It could still point at motive, if he thought he had a good hand and then Mark turned around and beat him, especially since in the “narration” Mark has a lot of poker chips in front of him.

The Detective has a few scenes where he seems to be involved in violence, there are a few scenes where he has a sort of angry expression when looking at us the viewer, and he does fight with the Colonel as well (although the Colonel wins because he has him in a choke hold), so this video did set up really well that any one of them could be suspects. 

My gut feeling tells me that the Chef knows more than he’s letting on, but I don’t think hes involved with a murder. And the butler is not as methodical, nor as “innocent” as he seems. Why take us down to the wine cellar? For no other reason than there was a broken bottle which he then proceeded to freak out over? It just seems strange.

And the Mayor seems to be painted as an innocent one, going to do work before the body appears, arriving last into the room (bar the Colonel) and then needing some time because of his “childhood friend”. But he also says, “I’m not entirely sure what we’re supposed to be celebrating here, I mean, it’s good to have the gang back together, but out of the blue like this seems-.” and then he cuts off. So he clearly has thoughts on what’s happening, but he doesn’t want to share them for whatever reason. 

The arrival of @whokilledmarkiplier is interesting as well, especially since the Jims show up? So are the egos going to play a bigger part in all of this as well? Are they investigating Mark’s murder, or are the Jim’s providing us the viewer with vital clues? If Mark has known the Mayor at least since childhood, could it be something the other egos have set up to get to him? Is Mark even actually dead, or is it a ploy to get one of the other characters?

So many questions.

I loved the entire thing though it was amazing done. Kudos to @markiplier and Teamiplier for everything in it, the shots were amazing, the acting was great and it was hilarious. 

Especially the broken bottle scene. 

beautifulbelief821  asked:

Hey Cassie! I can't wait until Lord of Shadows! Recently, there's been some turbulence on Tumblr that you were going to "kill off" Alec (as in way before he reaches an "older" age). The only time I observed you addressing this was when you said how Magnus would move on after Alec's mortal life ended, not that you were going to kill him off at a young age. I know you can't talk about all of this, but, to ease some rumors, could you discuss whether or not you confirmed you were "killing him off"?

I can definitely confirm I never said anything about killing him off. The prevelance of the rumor is a total puzzle to me, too, since I have no idea what set it off or where it came from – the first time I saw it in comments was in a post about Diego and Jaime. 

Those newer to the fandom might not remember, but this does happen every so often – like the return of the swallows to San Juan Capistrano every year, someone decides Alec is going to be killed off. The last time was right before CoHF. I think, though I can’t be sure,that it just has to do with me saying that characters or a character will die in an upcoming book – though I never give any clue as to who, so confirming I was killing anyone off specifically would be so unlike me my friends would cart me off to see if I had a head injury or had recently been drinking blue drinks at a warlock party.

I’ve seen some people say they think Alec will die in The Lost Book of the White   … but since it takes place during COFA I don’t know how that would happen since Alec is very demonstrably alive in CoLs and COHF (and TDA…) I totally get worrying for the safety of favorite characters but I have said nothing, ever, about killing off Alec at a young age, or any age, and there is no reason to worry about him as opposed to or more than Clary or Jace or any of the Blackthorns. In fact there is much less. (And in terms of Magnus moving on after Alec died, that was theoretical! – as in “"if Alec died, then…” not any kind of harbinger of things to come.)

Sometimes I just like to think about everything Jake and Amy have been through as a couple. Some highlights include:

- Kicking things off by killing a man

- Jake risking being demoted but realizing that Amy’s worth it

- Losing Holt’s dog and almost burning down his house

- Amy chilling out in jail with a murderer

- Jake going into witness protection in Florida

- Amy actually having to shoot Jake

- Jake making sure that Amy took that sergeant’s exam, even though that meant him being promoted above her

- Jake being jailed across the country for a crime he didn’t commit

Ya know, just the typical relationship stuff.


Okay but real talk… Kip is actually really under appreciated?? Like okay yes everyone can enjoy Eric and Dylan’s home movies and Tj’s prison boyfriend writing to girls parents and what not. amazing. But people don’t talk about Kip enough?? Like the kid was fucking 15 years old and seriously mentally ill and sentenced to 112 years in prison with no parole request until 2110. That’s fucking insane. He even asked to get moved to a mental hospital back in like 2013 (I think) and that got denied?? He literally told people he had voices in his head that told him to kill people anD PEOPLE BRUSHED IT OFF BASICALLY 

idk you guys. i love kip. i wish more people talked about him and cared. 

anonymous asked:

Please ma'am could I get a reddie where Eddie wears a crop top to school

i love this prompt so much thank u

+ richie wasn’t exactly the jealous type (at least, he didn’t show it)

+ but eddie most certainly was, and did. at first, he tried to be subtle of course, but after he saw one of the cheerleaders literally walk up to richie and slip her number in his back pocket, he threw his subtlety right out the window

+ here’s the thing, though. no matter how much eddie tried to explain it to him, richie just could not understand 

+ “eds, babe, you know that i only have eyes for you.. who cares if people flirt with me? as long as i don’t flirt back, you have no reason to be jealous”

+ eddie didn’t exactly get hit on often. how could richie possibly understand when the only ‘affection’ he got, other than from his boyfriend, was closeted football players winking at him in the hallway?

+ you see, it was common knowledge that eddie kaspbrak was very gay, so a girl throwing herself at him was out of the question. but, he needed some way to show richie how much it sucked seeing girls swooning around him every day

+ so, eddie decided to take a different approach

+ in hindsight, yes, the plan was definitely stupid and no, he didn’t exactly think it through. but when he saw a white croptop in the boutique window that had ‘daddy’ written across it in red letters, he couldn’t help himself

+ when he walked into school that friday, wearing his signature short-shorts, his favorite fannypack, and a sweatshirt, all of the losers greeted him like they normally did 

+ he chatted with them for a while, but when the bell rang for class, he kissed rich on the cheek, said a casual “see ya later, guys” to the group, took his sweatshirt off, and walked away

+ in that moment, 4 things happened simultaneously. 1. richie tozier’s brain short circuited- “holy shit guys did you see that are you fucking kidding me guys the shirt says daddy it says daddy what is happening” 2. ben, bill and stan’s jaws dropped to the floor 3. mike and bev both smirked and bev yelled “get it kaspbrak!” while mike wolf-whistled down the hall 

+ but, the 4th and final thing is what made all of them freeze

+ 4. one of the aforementioned football players, the running back named brad to be exact, marched right up to eddie- “hey, kaspbrak!

+ now, this situation could have had many different outcomes. all of the losers, even eddie for a moment, thought that eddie was definitely about to get his ass kicked or, at the very least, be verbally humiliated in front of the school

+ what they didn’t expect, was for brad to lean down and whisper right in eddie’s ear “meet me in the upstairs bathroom. 2:30. don’t be late” before winking and tugging down a bit on the front of the crop top so that it bounced back up and showed off eddie’s chest

+ this interaction most certainly snapped richie’s brain back into place, and had him running down the hall towards his boyfriend

+ he slammed eddie up against the nearest locker and - “i get it eds i totally get it i’m so sorry that i didn’t understand, please forgive me and come with me to the janitor’s closet right now because as much as i like that shirt on you, if it doesn’t come off in the next five seconds, i think i’m going to explode

+ eddie never wore that shirt to school again, even though he wanted to so badly because having richie stare at him all day with those eyes and having him keep his arm around eddie’s waist whenever he could because “you’re mine eds, okay?” 

+ and of course, richie looking at every guy that so much as breathed near eddie with eyes that the losers’ were convinced could definitely kill if he wanted them to, was a nice bonus

+ (eddie never wore that shirt to school again, but he wore it for richie at home for “special occasions only”) 

+ (these special occasions were weekly)

a good ass birthday ft. jungkook

contains ; smut, a lil mafia feel, that’s it

it was just another day. you had just gotten off from work and was on your way home, tapping your fingertips on the steering wheel along to music that played on the radio. you always had a nice drive home since you got off late at night and there was barely ever people on the roads.

you texted your boyfriend of 6 months, jungkook, to let him know that you were on your way home and to see if he was there. you knew that he probably wasn’t because he always came late.

when you started your job, he was against it. he was didn’t like how late you got off either. he told you that you wouldn’t need a job and that he would take care of you. you knew that he was fully capable of taking care of you and supplying you with everything you needed and wanted but you wanted to have some type of independence.

he had all of the money in the world and he would never say that he was broke. that word wasn’t in his vocabulary unless he was talking about bones. if you wanted something, expensive or not, you got it.

once you pulled into the parking lot of your home, you quickly grabbed your things, got out of your car and made your way into the apartment complex. luckily, you got to take the elevator alone.

while on your way up, you checked your phone in hopes of seeing a text from jungkook , but you saw nothing. that same feeling of worry that always invaded your stomach at these times were making it’s return. you hated it.

you stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked to your door, basically dragging yourself now. your mind was clouded with thoughts but only one really had you thinking ; is he cheating on me?

you stopped at your door and put your things down beside you, grabbing your keys from one of your pants loops. while in the process of unlocking your door, you heard the sound of the elevator doors open. you squinted your eyes as you saw someone limping towards you.


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Story time

Some old man came and sat next to me on the bus, I was reciting quraan from my mushaf at the time and he kept looking at me, after a few minutes he asked “the sound of what you’re saying sounds so beautiful and you look like you’re enjoying it but do you plan on finishing that whole book today?”

I started to smile and told him that even though he’s not a Muslim, and that he can’t understand it, he is still able to get a slight glimpse of the beauty of Islaam…

But he cut me off and changed the subject straight away and said ”Is that book filled with messages telling you to cause terror? And kill people? All you hear is of this awful religion that causes harm and fear in the community and personally I think such a religion should be destroyed.”

I was taken back a little from what he said but I smiled (this is just a natural thing lool) and I told him that many times people think they know when in reality they don’t know but I believe it’s important that before someone dishonours a person or a thing [in this case my religion] then he should learn about the truth regarding it. Islaam is such that you’re not even allowed to harm an animal and cause it unnecessary pain, rather there’s much reward in taking care of them. So what do you think about the lives of humans?

He changed the topic again and said,

“I don’t think such terrorism and extremism can be expected from a religion where a young man will sit on a bus and read the words of his God, instead of doing what normal people your age would do, do you?”

And before I could even say anything, he said that he loves Islaam though he’s not a Muslim but he’s thinking of reverting; then left the bus…

Moral of the story, be gentle with how you interact with the non muslims, you could possibly be in a situation where they are testing you and through the way you respond, they may or may not accept Islaam…

I ask Allaah to enlighten his life with the light of Islaam and guide him to the straight path. Allaahumma Aameen

Kylo Ren’s scary fixation on Finn

It’s been pointed out for a while that Kylo Ren in The Force Awakens has a fixation on Finn that turns increasingly to rage. These moments include:

  • Noticing Finn at Tuanul village and intimidating him by unfreezing the blaster beam from Poe’s rifle
  • Realizing immediately that Finn was the Stormtrooper who had escaped with Poe
  • Flying into a rage at the mention of Finn escaping Jakku with BB-8
  • Purposefully inflicting pain and maximum injury on Finn during the lightsaber battle in the woods

What I haven’t seen mentioned is that right after Ren killed his father Han Solo, he recognized Finn and was enraged enough to go after him despite being badly wounded. I didn’t put this in my recent edit because the context would not be clear enough, and I think a text explanation is necessary to show what was going on.

To preface, I always thought it was odd that the camera focused so much more on Finn’s face than Rey’s shortly after Han’s murder by Kylo Ren. She was the one who had built up a rapport with Han, to the extent Ren realized from his mind probe that she saw him as a father figure, and she was the one who wept at Han’s death. Finn and Han had built an understanding and mutual respect, but I never got the sense there was a deep emotional connection between them.

Looking through the movie recently for footage to edit, though, I was chilled to realize that the longer focus on Finn wasn’t the camera emphasizing his reaction over Rey’s; rather, we were getting a Kylo Ren’s-eye view of Ren staring at Finn. The man had just killed his father and he was taking that moment to fixate on his former minion. Here’s what I think was going on:

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anonymous asked:

I've been following this account for a while and never have I loved something as much as your kuron x Lance fic! Could you do one where kuron and Shiro get into a quarrel over Lance? Love you!

thank you anon! and yes! sorry this is a little late, but i hope you like it anyway!


Shiro has gotten into many different fights over the course of his life. Brief tussles when he was a boy. Half-hearted shoves as he grew into adolescence. Teenage shows of dominance. Routine spars at the Garrison. Combat in the Galra gladiatorial ring.

But this—

This is not a silly argument on the playground.
This is not the fist fight he ended when he was fifteen.
This is not being carefully thrown to the mat by his aikido instructor.
This is not the numbing challenge of being the Champion.
This is not the necessary violence of intergalactic war.

This… This is something Shiro has not encountered before.

“I’m sorry,” Shiro apologizes, his tone careful despite the rage rattling between his ribs. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“I think you did,” his clone replies with a smirk. It’s odd to see such sharp arrogance on a mirror image of himself, to have first hand knowledge of what that expression feels like. “But it does bear repeating, doesn’t it?”

Shiro does not move as Kuron takes a step forward into his personal space, leaving no more than a bare inch between their bodies. Shiro can smell Kuron’s training induced sweat as Kuron lowers his voice to a purr and reiterates,

“Stay away from Lance. I fucked him first, so he’s mine.”

The thread holding Shiro’s aggression back cannot take the added strain of jealousy. It snaps and—with the roar of blood making static in his ears—Shiro shifts his weight forward, and swings his fist at his clone’s smug face.

Normally, Shiro wouldn’t rise to such obvious bait, but since his return, he’s been painfully aware of how close Lance and Kuron are. While Lance had been as surprised as the others when Kuron’s identity had been revealed, it was him who frequented Kuron’s cell the most; who shouted and cried and forgave; who discovered Kuron’s true motivations, as strange and nihilistic as they were; and who convinced the team that Kuron could be trusted.

It was also Lance who sat next to Kuron, during meals and during downtime in the common, and Lance whose touch lingered on Kuron’s shoulder—on Kuron’s chest—on Kuron’s hip. The others said nothing about this odd familiarity. Perhaps it was because Lance was a tactile person. Perhaps it was because they had become used to it. Or perhaps it was because they weren’t Shiro, who knew every one of Lance’s touches like a greedy dragon knew every piece of treasure in its hoard.

Not that it matters. Whatever the cause is, the effect is this:

When Kuron says he was intimate with Lance—a desire that has grown secretly in Shiro since the nebulous beginning—Shiro knows the words are much more truth than taunt.

“Ah,” Kuron laughs as he dodges Shiro’s undercut. “Someone’s jealous.”

The fight begins sloppily and devolves further within seconds. Shiro and Kuron are matched in height and weight, strength and skill, and every offense is blocked immediately by a mirrored defense. The only difference between them is that Shiro’s anger is Kuron’s amusement. It is an advantage that allows Shiro to tackle Kuron to the unforgiving floor of the training room and land one solid hit.

Kuron grunts with pain as Shiro’s knuckles crack against his jaw. The tender inside of his cheek   gets cut against his teeth and blood immediately stains the white enamel bright red. Then Kuron laughs, low and dark, as though being punched were a victory.

“Think that’s funny?” Shiro snaps.

“Yeah,” Kuron admits. “I think it’s hilarious.”

Shiro has wanted to kill before. It is not an unfamiliar feeling. It feels ugly and primal, yet somehow just, as if it were Shiro’s indisputable right to decide death for another. The same sensation fills him now as he lifts his clenched hand, and—

A pair of strong arms wrap around Shiro from behind in an immobilizing hold. He is hauled off Kuron’s prone form and—still filled with the unmet desire to see his clone’s brain and bone spattered across the pale ground—Shiro struggles.

“Come on, man!” Hunk protests, his voice right next to Shiro’s ear. “Don’t do this!”

Shiro barely hears him. He also barely hears Keith, who physically steps between him and Kuron, and half-shouts, “Shiro, what the hell?” He is too focused on Kuron—

And Lance.

Shiro watches as Lance kneels by Kuron’s side. Watches as Lance tentatively touches the tender skin of Kuron’s jaw. Watches as Kuron sits up and wraps his prosthetic hand gently around Lance’s thin wrist. It is a reassuring gesture—one that Shiro recognizes immediately as something he does for the people he cares about—and at the sight, all of Shiro’s rage disappears.

Shiro breathes out hard through his nose and slumps back into Hunk’s solid body, limp with realization and defeat.

This is a fight Shiro has already lost.


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Hey hello so I’ve been making false starts on this idea for a fic for MONTHS now and I attempted maybe five different versions of it with vastly different storylines, none of which really worked, and in the end I just spent three days on this and meh okay here goes. Simon can’t deal with his feelings for Baz so he uses magic to repress them.

(Sixth year)


Agatha is upset with me, because I didn’t ask her where she’d been. I think. She’s been gone the entire day, and I just figured she had something she needed to do or she was sick or she needed a day off, and I pushed it out of my mind, and I didn’t say anything. She thinks I don’t care enough about where she is, or what she’s doing. She thinks that if I like her, those are things I should worry about.


Agatha is upset with me, because we’ve barely spent any time together over the last week. She thinks I’m too busy following Baz around to care that I’m never around her. She thinks that as her boyfriend, I should want to spend time around her. But I do want to spend time around her. I just know Baz is up to something.


Penny keeps nagging at me, because she thinks it’s weird that I don’t talk about Agatha much. I don’t think she has a problem with it, but she’s convinced that I don’t like Agatha the way I did in fourth year. In fourth year, I wouldn’t shut up about her. I told her that liking Agatha doesn’t mean I have to think about her all the time.

‘Well, no, but it’s a known symptom,’ Penny said.


Penny says it’s strange that Agatha doesn’t seem to get under my skin. The other day Agatha got frustrated with me for botching up a spell, and Penny said she was surprised when I didn’t seem really worked up about it.

‘That’s because you guys know what my magic is like,’ I said. ‘Agatha’s just frustrated, she’s not judging me.’

Penny says I used to try so hard to impress Agatha, but now she thinks I’m just going through the motions. I told her I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, and she said I’m only doing it because it’s what I’m supposed to do.

‘What are you saying, Penny?’ I finally ask. I know she’s getting at something.

‘I just don’t think you two are that into each other,’ she says. ‘What she said didn’t bother you?’

‘No. Why would I be pissed at her? She wasn’t trying to upset me. Not like when Baz says things like that.’

It does bother me when Baz insults me. (Not to mention the fact that he does it all the time. It’s his favourite hobby.)

‘You barely hang out together anymore.’

‘We do, I’m just busy…’ Following Baz. Trying to figure out what he’s plotting. There have been weeks where I barely let him out of my sight.

‘You never talk about her,’ Penny continues.

‘What do I talk about, then?’

She sighs. ‘You talk about Baz.’

I shrug, because, fine, she’s right. I probably do talk about Baz too much. I probably do think about Baz too much. A lot more than I think about Agatha.

‘Where is Baz?’ I say. ‘What’s he up to? I need to know where he is.’ I need to see him. I need to be around him.

I look at Penny. Penny stares back.

I gulp.



Well, shit.


You have to help me.

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Okay after Ragnarok I’ve had a lot of thoughts and feelings about Loki and I’m gonna try and articulate them (spoilers ahead)-

First off, I feel like his character was finally written correctly. He’s the god of mischief, and yes, he’s been through a lot, but at the end if he day he likes playing jokes. He has an ego, like putting on plays of his death or calling himself a savior, but he’s not a heartless dictator.

He’s also not cruel, and no matter how much he may say it, I don’t think he could ever kill Odin or Thor. He didn’t kill Odin, and fitting with classic Loki mischief sticks him in a nursing home. He listens to Odin, and does not use Odin’s last moments to berate him or sling harmful words.

And he messes with Thor, he tries to get the upper hand, but at the end of the day, he stands with Thor and stays with the people of Asgard. I think he finally realizes that Thor is his family, and though he’ll never stop his pranks, he knows that family is more than blood.

The Loki we saw in Dark World was so… off to me. He was so manipulative and the way he treated Frigga… he loved his mother. LOVED HER. Why would he say short, cruel words and turn away from her?

He’s also not a bad ruler tbh…. I mean the people of Asgard seem happy and content, even if he did take the throne very… illegally (idk the exact word- wrongfully?)

I loved this taste of redemption and change for Loki- he was put through the wringer, but he’s starting to change and I hope in Infinity Wars he won’t go back to being the vindictive villain we saw in Avengers (he was an amazing villain don’t get me wrong, but was it really him in Avengers? That’s another discussion lol)

Sterek Week Day One: Alpha and Emissary

Title: Marked by Fate



Scott gets bit by a werewolf, and Stiles drives two towns over to get his first official tattoo. When he gets back, a bandage wrapped around the upper part of his arm, his dad sighs a little like he knows what’s coming and pours his son a cup of tea. Stiles appreciates that he doesn’t ask any questions. He already has to deal with Scott ‘but-werewolves-aren’t-real’ McCall.

The thing is, Stiles already knows what’s going on with his best friend. As soon as Scott showed up at the school ranting on about being bit by a wolf, only for the mark to disappear underneath the bandage, Stiles knew what had really happened. He’s known about werewolves for a very long time. After all, his fate had been inexplicably tied to a pack of them when he was just a kid.

When he was six years old, Stiles received his emissary mark, a looping E worn like a brand on the inside of his wrist that matched his mother’s. He was younger than many emissaries are when their power awakens, younger than even his mother was when she was marked, but Claudia took it in stride, began his training, and introduced him officially to the Hales.

He knew them in passing of course, had seen Talia Hale around town and even sitting in his living room (after all, his mother had been Talia’s emissary). But he had never met her officially, emissary-in-training to alpha werewolf. And he had never really had the chance to meet her family.

Laura was introduced to him first. As the oldest Hale child, she would eventually take over as the Hale pack alpha. And while nothing had been set in stone at that point, and even though it never would have been required of him, it was expected that Stiles would become Laura’s emissary after their parents stepped down. He had liked the idea of working with the same pack as his mother, and he got along with Laura’s funny and mischievous personality. As the years wore on, Stiles spent more and more time at the Hale house in the preserve, learning about an emissary’s role in a pack, and bonding with Laura and her younger brother Derek (who he looked up to and followed around like a puppy most of the time).

But then his mother died, and the Hale family burned in a fire. Stiles pushed his training to one side to deal with his grief, Laura and Derek left Beacon Hills, and that was the end of it.

Until Scott gets bit while they’re out in the woods looking for a body.

Even though it’s been years since Stiles has even thought about emissaries and magick, years since he’s covered his mark with a red wrist band, he knows without a doubt that he’ll do anything he can to help Scott. That’s what the tattoo is for, a physical embodiment of the Spark within him. Permanently inking the phases of the moon on the inside of his upper arm feels like the first step to finally moving on. It makes him feel whole after years in a void.

And practicing magick again in the mornings before school feels so natural, like finally being able to breathe after being trapped underwater. It reminds him of his mother, but in the best of ways, and he feels ready to face anything.

What he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with Derek Hale again. He is nothing like Stiles remembers. Whereas he used to be a quiet kid with a big heart, who laughed with his head thrown back and blushed easily when teased, now Derek is all edge. There’s a sharpness to him that is unnerving, and he acts like he’s never met Stiles at all. What’s worse is that Laura doesn’t seem to be with him. Stiles doesn’t have to dig around for the body to guess that she’s gone too.

Scott doesn’t want to work with Derek to hunt down the alpha who bit him. Hell, he hardly wants to deal with being a werewolf at all. But Derek knows more than either than them about what they’re facing. And Stiles doesn’t want to leave him alone.

He starts hanging around Stiles’ house instead of staying at the burned out shell that was once his family’s home. At first he shows up under the pretense of doing research but soon enough the nights start ending with them sitting side by side on the couch or in Stiles’ bedroom, finding an unnamed comfort in each other’s presence. They don’t talk about their past, but more than once Stiles catches Derek staring at his emissary mark, fingers twitching like he wants to reach out and trace the letter in the same way he used to when they were kids. Stiles likes those nights, likes knowing that in spite of everything Derek still seems to trust him, maybe not enough to address everything that’s happened, but enough to relax around him. And to Stiles, that means something big.

The first time John comes home to see Derek sitting at his dining table, he sighs, fixes the werewolf a peanut butter sandwich, and leaves them alone with a pat on the back and a prayer to Claudia to give him strength. It’s the first time that Stiles sees Derek smile, small and genuine. It’s reckless and it doesn’t make any sense, but the next day he gets his second tattoo, keeping the mark a secret from everyone but his father. John’s eyes get sad when he sees the ink, but then he smiles like he’s so proud, and Stiles thinks that everything will be alright after all.

It’s not until after everything with Peter and Kate is finished, after Derek becomes the alpha he was never supposed to be, that he talks to Stiles about the history they share.

They’re sitting side by side on the floor of his new loft, tired from painting all day, and tired from trying to brainstorm ways to get Scott to trust Derek as his alpha.

Derek gets quietl suddenly. Stiles presses their shoulders together. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Without responding, Derek reaches out a shaking hand and pulls Stiles’ wrist into his lap. He traces his emissary mark with the tip of his finger in reverence before looking up to meet Stiles’ bewildered gaze.

“Laura always expected to come back here,” he says softly between them. “She said that Beacon Hills was our home in spite of everything that had happened. She said there were things here that were ours to care for.” He looks down again to where his finger is skating over Stiles’ skin. “I’m sorry. For acting like I didn’t remember you. I-. When I first saw you, I saw everything that we had lost, everything that I wanted to avoid thinking about. So I tried to ignore you. That wasn’t fair to you though, and I’m sorry.”

He wants to say that it’s okay, but both of them would know that would be a lie. Instead Stiles says, “I understand,” which he does. As much as he wanted Derek to recognize him, he understands why he closed himself off from everything. Especially after Laura was killed.

They sit in silence for a long moment before Derek speaks again. “I always liked this mark. I liked how it looked on your skin, liked what it stood for. One of the earliest lessons we were taught was about how special emissaries are. I remember how proud my mom was when she told us that you had been marked. Laura was excited about it too. She was excited about what it might mean for her and the pack.”

Stiles turns his hand so that his fingers tangle together with Derek’s. Resting his thumb against Derek’s wrist, Siles can feel how quickly his heart is beating. “It was what I always wanted,” he says, watching how their hands clench together. “Mom used to joke, say that that was why I received my mark so early. She said that I wished it into being.”

Derek smiles. It’s a little sad, but the small quirk of his lips is genuine. “That sounds like something you would do.”

“And I liked the idea of being Laura’s emissary.” Derek flinches a little at the statement, but Stiles barrels on. It needs to be said, especially now that Derek is the alpha, now that they’re moving forward instead of hiding away. “I wanted to be a part of the Hale pack the same way my mother was. Even though I didn’t understand everything then, I knew that that was what I wanted.”

Ducking his head, Derek sighs out an apology. “I’m sorry. For everything that happened. For leaving after the fire even though you were hurting too.”

Stiles turns into him, gently knocking their heads together until Derek looks up. “You had to go,” he says. Really, it’s always been that simple. “It wasn’t a good idea that you stayed in Beacon Hills after everything had happened. I understood that, and I was never upset at you for it.”

Derek seems to relax after Stiles says that. He ducks his head again to stare at their hands. Stiles lets the silence drag out for a moment. It’s not uncomfortable, and as much as he doesn’t want to break it, there is something else that needs to be said. “Derek. I-. There’s something I would like to show you.”

When the werewolf nods, Stiles stands up and pulls Derek to his feet. Dropping his hand, Stiles takes a step back and plays with the hem of his shirt. “I got this before we figured out that it was Peter who bit Scott. It was true then, and it’s true now.”

Before Derek can ask any questions, Stiles pulls his shirt over his head. He hears Derek gasp in surprise, then watches as he steps forward, reaching out a shaking hand to hover over the tattoo inked over Stiles’ heart.

The triskelion looks sharp against Stiles’ pale skin. Derek gives in to the urge to touch it, running his fingers over each spiral. “Stiles.” His name is breath.

“I didn’t know that you were going to end up being the alpha, but it didn’t matter. Eleven years ago I got my emissary mark and bound myself to you and Laura. I was always meant to be the Hale emissary. Even if you were only ever going to be a beta, I knew that I was bound to you all the same.”

Derek’s fingers clench uselessly against Stiles’ chest. “I was never supposed to be the alpha, Stiles. I’m not-. I don’t know how to do this.”

He shrugs, lifts his hand, and curls their fingers together again. “We’ll figure it out. Alpha, beta, omega, it’s all a cycle. At the heart of it though, the werewolf is the same.” He squeezes Derek’s fingers. “You’re the same.”

“Alpha, beta, omega.” He pauses, meets Stiles’ gaze, eyes glowing red. “Past, present, future.”

Stiles smiles, his own eyes flare purple in response. “Yes. Exactly. We’re going to figure this out, Derek. Together.”

Finally, Derek smiles, big and bright, no hesitation. There is so much between them, so much unsaid. But what matters is just this. “Together.”

It sounds like a promise.

anonymous asked:

Imagine quirkless Izuku (with other General Studies kids) volunteers to be “rescued” durring USJ training, only then the USJ attack happens! Izuku ends up with Shouto (and Tooru) in the landslide zone and is surprisingly helpful. (Does Shouto have a crush? Probably...)

skjdfhksjdhf okay so like I spent a really long time thinking about how this would work and I came up with multiple possibilities/povs/ways of writing this and this is the one I decided on. (also rip tooru honestly poor invisible girl) (also this is long rip)

The darkness spreads out, raking through Shouto’s hair like a strong wind. The entire situation feels like a strong wind, really. He’s trying to hold onto the ground and then he’s being lifted up and he’s biting back curses because he should have frozen himself to the floor. The next time Shouto gets a good look around he’s falling through the air and the ground is rushing up to meet him.

He does curse then, a quiet “shit” hissed between clenched teeth. He’s not very good at this, it’s something he’s been working on, but now is the time to put up or shut up.

Shouto builds ice from his hand. Normally the ice builds across a surface from his point of contact with it but by the time he touches the ground it will be too late.

The ice bursts out from his skin and it’s cold. He can feel the heater in his costume kicking on so that he doesn’t have to use his flames. He reaches out and he’s not very far from the ground when his ice makes contact. It spreads and builds and he barely catches himself on it, using it like a slide. He doesn’t really have the time to get his feet under himself so he rolls instead, coming to a stop at the end of his makeshift ramp in an undignified heap.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. At least he knows it is possible and he can work on making it look less… terrible before he does it in front of other people.

“Uh, were you supposed to fall from the sky?” A voice asks.

Shouto looks up to see a boy probably around his age. He’s buried in the mud, just his curly green head and one arm sticking out. He’s blinking at Shouto and Shouto blinks back because if this guy is a villain he’s an extremely bad one.

Shouto gets to his feet. “Who are you?” he asks, just to cover his bases.

“I’m a victim,” the boy says, gesturing vaguely at himself with his free arm. Then he winces. “Oh man, middle school flashbacks.”

“Victim of what?”

“Landslide,” the boy says promptly with a tone of voice that implies that he believes it’s completely obvious. “Well, that or- you know what we’ll just go with landslide.”

He must be a victim for the exercises they were supposed to be doing before the villains attacked, which means he’s probably a Yuuei student from another department and not at all cut out for combat. Shouto frowns and tries to figure out how he’s going to get back to the others with dead weight, not to mention the question of how the villains think they could possibly kill All Might. He can’t just abandon a non-combatant here, All Might would never do that, but he doesn’t know how many more students are buried in the mud.

“Are you the only one?”

The boy is looking at Shouto with wide eyes. “In this section. No one else wanted to be buried in dirt.” He looks down at himself. “I’m starting to think Aizawa-sensei is a sadist.”

Shouto’s lips twitch against his will. This guy is something else, but Shouto doesn’t have time to have a conversation. He walks up to the guy and crouches, putting his hand to the dirt and spreading ice down deep into the earth.

“Listen to me, villains have broken into the USJ and they intend to kill All Might.”

The boy stares at him. “You’re kidding.”

Shouto stares back. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” he asks, confused.

The boy’s wide eyes get impossibly wider. “Nope, you’re totally serious, got you.”

Shouto frowns at him but it feels like the ice is deep enough so he can’t respond. Instead he concentrates. He has to do this carefully or he could hurt the boy.

The ice engulfs the boy from the feet up. He yelps but Shouto doesn’t pay him any mind, building on the ice until the boy is completely protected. Only then does he thicken the bottom, forcing the iceberg he’s made above the surface.

“Oh my god,” the boy says. Shouto ignores him and puts his other hand where the boy’s chest will be and centers himself. He breaths out and with it comes the heat that melts the ice, freeing the boy.

“Holy shit. Warning would have been awesome,” the boy says flapping damp arms around. Shouto can now see that he’s wearing the school gym uniform.

“Come on,” Shouto says and he turns to walk away.

He hears the boy’s quick footsteps as he catches up. “So, uh, I’m Midoriya Izuku. What’s your name?”

Shouto frowns. “Todoroki Shouto.”

“Oh, cool.” Midoiya says. Shouto can see him bobbing his head out of the corner of his eye. “So what’s the plan, Todoroki-kun.”

“Return to the others, discover why the villains think they can kill All Might.”

“That’s, uh, straightforward.”

“Yes,” Shouto says simply.

Suddenly Midoriya’s hand is fisted in Shouto’s sleeve. Shouto looks down at it and then up at Midoriya and seriously considers freezing Midoriya’s hand off of him but Midoriya isn’t looking Shouto’s way. With a jerk Midoriya pulls Shouto behind a large rock and it’s only Shouto’s surprise that allows it.

Shouto glares at Midoriya’s back as Midoriya peeks around the far side of the rock their hiding behind but Midoriya doesn’t notice, probably because he’s not looking at the person he dragged back here against his will. His hand is still in Shouto’s sleeve and Shouto really wants it gone, if only because it’s making him feel hot all over which is never a good thing.

Midoriya ducks back behind the rock and puts fingers to his chin. “Villains,” he says thoughtfully.

Shouto feels his eyes go wide and he brushes Midoriya off his sleeve so he can look around the corner. Sure enough, there’s a small group of villains a little ways down the landslide. There’s too many for Shouto to take out in one shot, not with Midoriya here as an easy target. They seem to be looking for something and if Midoriya would just stop muttering he’d be able to hear them.

He ducks back behind the rock to glare at Midoriya but Midoriya doesn’t seem to see him. Maybe it’s part of his quirk because he’s deconstructing the villain’s quirks just by their outfits, listing their probable strengths and weaknesses like it’s nothing. That’s really useful. It’s a shame he’s not in the hero course.

After a few minutes Midoriya stops and turns to Shouto. He eyes Shouto critically and says, “How much ice can you produce and how well can you aim it?”

“Something like a cubic meter per second,” Shouto says, feeling two parts self-conscious and one part amazed, “and fairly well.”

Midoriya nods. “I’ve got an idea.”

Instead of explaining it, though, he peeks back around his side of the rock. Curious, Shouto turns and peeks around his side. Now that Midoriya isn’t muttering he can hear the villains. They’re looking for an invisible person, apparently, which means that Hagakure is here too, not that she can be found if she doesn’t want to be.

Then, as Shouto watches, Midoriya goes running straight for the villains. They shout at each other, calling attention to him, and Shouto curses under his breath. What the hell is Midoriya thinking? 

Midoriya veers to the side, drawing the villains away from the rock they were hiding behind. The villains, like absolute idiots, give chase and as soon as all eyes are away from the rock Shouto runs out and lets loose the largest, most panic fueled wave of ice he’s produced in a while.

He’s careful not to freeze Midoriya even though he really wants to just so that Midoriya doesn’t go running off and getting himself killed. Each of the villains is encased in ice one by one and by the time the one closest to Midoriya turns to see what all the shouting is about Shouto has him trapped too.

Midoriya jogs back to Shouto, taking the long way around so he doesn’t get that close to the villains. “Wow, I think that was faster than one cubic meter a second.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Shouto demands. “What kind of quirk makes you think you can run off like that.”

Midoriya looks down. “Oh, I’m quirkless.”

Shouto stares at him and his heart does some complex movement that hurts and probably has a name, Shouto just doesn’t know it.

If you’re looking for more part two is here, part three is here, part four is here.