well that only took an eternity


Human AU where English teacher Derek’s overbearing sisters make him a Tinder profile and he matches with Deputy Stiles Stilinski.

The first date is definitely as awkward as expected.

The second goes a lot better because Stiles tells Derek about his partner (he’s in the K9 unit) and Derek talks to Stiles about his favorite book (To Kill a Mockingbird which was also Stiles’ mom’s favorite)

On the third date they have to leave dinner early to go to Derek’s apartment, they don’t even make it to the bed for round one. 

The 7th date is a double date with Stiles’ best friend.  When he asks how they met they tell him it was at Starbucks because neither wants to admit they found each other on Tinder. (Years later they admit it because it’s a funny story and Scott get’s mad because he talked about their coffee shop meet-cute in his best man’s speech at the wedding).

Date 22 wasn’t really a date so much as Stiles meeting the Hale family for the first time.  After dinner they decided that Cora and Stiles’ friend Lydia can never meet or else they might take over the world.

The 29th date starts with Derek scared for his life because Stiles’ dad had his gun on the table the entire meal and ends with John and Derek making plans to go fishing.

Number 86-101 happen on an epic road trip from Beacon Hills to New York City while Derek is on summer break.  He made Stiles take a vacation because by then he’d been on the force for 5 years and only used 3 total vacation days and by then they’d been dating for 2 years, it was about time they took a trip.

On the 102 date Stiles propose in Central Park.  Derek pretended he hated how cliche it is was but Stiles knows he not so secretly loves big romantic gestures. 

After that Stiles mostly stops counting the dates, except for the big ones, like their wedding, their fifth anniversary, the day their daughter was born, the day their son was born, their tenth anniversary, and well, you get the picture

maybe maryse will reach out and apologise to magnus as well?

this takes place after 2x14. maryse mentioned how she was reaching out everyone she had hurt and i want to think she’ll eventually reach out to magnus as well?

let me know what you think!

“Can I see you in my office for a minute?” asked Alec, trying to emulate the same softness he had just heard in Magnus talking to Raphael.

Magnus nodded but with a clenched jaw. “As Head of the Institute?” he asked curtly. Alec shook his head with a smile.

“As my boyfriend.” Magnus grinned but quickly hid it behind a fake cough. Alec smiled a brilliant smile and Magnus’ grin slipped back.

“Of course, Alexander.” He emphasised the boy’s name, stretching it out as far as his breath would let him. As much as they loved teasing each other with their esteemed titles, it was a relief to be able o go back to just Magnus and Alexander.

Alec rolled his eyes in amusement and reached his finger out to hold Magnus’ hand, pulling him down the hall to his office. Just as they reached the door, Magnus stopped and turned Alec by the shoulder to face him. “Thank you for giving Raphael another chance,” he said, barely louder than a whisper. “He does appreciate it…” Magnus paused. “And he told me that he ended it with Isabelle.”

Alec nodded. “I know, Izzy told me, too.” Alec swallowed in a way that suggested to Magnus he was about to ask too much of him. Alec felt his palms become sweaty, especially when they began to slip out of Magnus’. “And I was kind of hoping… You could try to give my mother another chance?” Magnus looked around them warily, avoiding Alec’s gaze. It just felt much too intense at the moment. Alec spoke up, the words spilling out almost desperately. “You have every right to walk away, I wouldn’t hold it against you. But she’s trying, like actually trying,” he said with a sort of humour.

Magnus looked at the wooden door beside them and gestured to it with a flick of his head. Alec noticed the corner of Magnus’ eyes glitter in the dim light of the hallway. “Is she inside?” he whispered. Alec nodded and Magnus gave him a gingerly smile. “After you, Alexander.” A relieved smile broke out onto Alec’s face and Magnus took a step back, allowing Alec to open the door.

As he did, he revealed Maryse leaning on Alec’s desk in a way Magnus had never seen her or Robert before. “Mother,” addressed Alec, closing the door behind Magnus.

“Alec,” replied Maryse before standing up straight. “Magnus,” she said, turning her entire presence to face him, something very few Shadowhunters ever did. Maryse reached out a hand to for Magnus and he shook it but stayed quiet. He wasn’t sure what to say but didn’t have to revel in the problem for long before Maryse spoke up. “I wanted to apologise for everything – anything – I’ve ever done to hurt you. I had no right and I was wrong. I hope you can forgive me someday.”

Magnus looked back in slight astonishment. Not only did it sound like she had not taken a breath between the words, but it also sounded like she hadn’t taken a breath for at least a half hour before and had just released it now. All Magnus could find himself to do was swallow and nod. He recognised her sincerity. He had never received an apology from someone like Maryse – someone so entrenched in their prejudices – before and he had to take a second to let it sink in.

He smiled. Her apologies were just as awkward as Alec’s, but genuine nonetheless. “Of course,” he choked out. “Thank you.” Then she did something Magnus – nor Alec for that matter – had expected in their wildest dreams.

Maryse took a few hesitant steps forward and circled her arms around Magnus, embracing him in a hug that was tender at first but then bone crushing. A hug he would only expect from someone like his own mother and he felt a lump in his throat. He stood still, paralysed with the realisation that… Well, he wasn’t entirely sure what. But it made Magnus feel more human than he had ever felt before.

Magnus had always felt eternal, or maybe it was that others had always thought of him that way. But he had never felt like this, ephemeral and relied upon – like there were things at stake. “Thank you… for everything,” whispered Maryse, and Magnus was sure this was something she didn’t want Alec to hear. She pulled apart but kept her hands on his shoulders. He was still struck with shock and his mouth lay open, limp. “I see the confidence you’ve given Alec. The confidence to fight for what he deserves. Thank you. Thank you for making him happy when I couldn’t. I hope he can give you the same.” There were tears in her eyes which she hastily wiped away and Magnus finally blinked.

Magnus thought of bringing up her situation with Robert in a desperate plea to express his support for her in return. Alec had not told him directly, but rather he had overheard Jace and him in conversation. It surprised him the way the woman held herself despite what she was going through. And then decided to keep quiet. Maryse smiled as Magnus did and turned to walk out of Alec’s office. Magnus turned his gaze to Alec’s, who smiled hopefully at him. Magnus returned it, speechless.

Alec walked over rather swiftly and hugged him in a way that immediately comforted Magnus. He was aware of what his boyfriend must be going through. Alec pulled away suddenly, a thought striking him.

“Oh! I haven’t shown you my balcony yet!” he exclaimed, eyes lighting up the room, and Magnus chuckled at him. Alec turned around in excitement, pulling Magnus behind him to the balcony doors. The stepped outside into the frosty air, the cold nipping at their noses as they overlooked the flickering lights of New York City. “And…” added Alec. Magnus eyed him curiously as the boy moved to close and firmly lock the balcony doors behind them. “Complete privacy,” he said, smirking at Magnus.

Magnus quickly – but not quickly enough – walked over to Alec and crashed his lips into Alec’s, bringing the boy’s head down to him. He continued to push Alec against the door of the balcony, edges of Alec’s jacket scrunched in Magnus’ fist as his other hand stroked his boyfriend’s neck rune. The simple gesture sent shivers up and down Alec’s spine. He was sure it wasn’t the breeze.

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, alec is always fascinated by magnus being a father figure.

Being the Bait - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by puxlineel

word count: 7090
summary: you’re tired of theo constantly breaking your heart, but the idea of losing him again just doesn’t seem like an option.  (set in 6A but not everything follows the episodes exactly)
warnings: swearing, angsty depression, night terrors, murder
a/n: this isn’t the song used for the lil prompt below, but i listened to this a lot while writing this imagine.  idk if y’all even click those link or not but i thought you’d want the same experience

[you’ve taken my heart by storm / i’m lost in your love / i can’t hold back anymore]

You blinked, not sure if what you were seeing was correct.  You raised your fists to your eyes, rubbing them as though to clear your vision.  

But nope, Theo Raeken was still standing there in front of you.  All chained up by Liam and Hayden.  A strip of duct tape over his mouth, which you were thankful for.  He couldn’t sweet talk out of this one like he’d done with you before.  He looked the same, the same dirty blonde gelled hair, the same muscular frame, same perfect jawline-

You snapped back into reality of the situation, and glared between the sophomore werewolves.

“What the hell did you do!?” You screamed, punching Liam in the shoulder and giving him a growl.  “Scott is going to kill you- hell, I’m gonna kill you! What were you thinking!”

“First of all, ow” Liam muttered.  “And second of all, Theo’s the only one we got who could tell us anything about the Dread Doctor’s experiment” You sighed, and rolled your eyes.

“Liam… goddamn it” You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head as you looked down at the ground.  “Are you fucking kidding me” You sighed.

“He’s right” Hayden piped up.  “He’s the only leverage we have for figuring out what these Ghost Riders want” You looked from Hayden, and shot a glance at Theo, who had his eyes set on you.  You kept his stare for a moment, before looking up at the sky, trying to process through your wild, thought jumbled head.

“Okay” You sighed, looking back to Liam.  “Okay” Your eyes wandered the woods that they’d told you to meet them at.  “But why here?”

“We’re searching” Hayden shrugged.  When you stole another glance at your ex boyfriend, you found his eyes were still on you and you quickly turned away.

“Fine.  But no promises that I don’t maul him when this is all over” You said, flashing your ice blue eyes at Liam.

You all began walking, and you weren’t quite sure where it was you were going.  Just that the betas on either side of you were determined to get somewhere.  Liam kept telling Hayden about what he’d learned so far about the Hunt, but you’d zoned out of the conversation, falling a bit behind the both of them as you were swamped in your own thoughts.

Mostly memories, of your time with Theo before his true self was revealed.  The day that you’d found out he was working with the Doctors, your entire being felt shattered, and your heart broken.  But if you were being honest with yourself, you cried yourself to sleep many nights after you’d watched him get dragged down to the pits of hell.  And your heart was still broken.

You jumped and spun around when you felt a small nudge on your arm.  You saw that Theo had awkwardly put the back of his hand against your forearm, while still in his handcuffs.  You kept his gaze again for a moment, wishing that things weren’t the way they were.

But that wasn’t going to change, and no matter how sorrowful he looked at you, neither were you.

You looked away, and walked quickly forward, trying to join the conversation with Liam and Hayden again.

Theo Raeken needed to be out of your life, even if you needed to carve him out yourself.

You ended up in the middle of nowhere.  It was dark now, and you were in the middle of the woods, having no idea where it was you even are.

“Liam” You grumbled, putting your hands on your head.  “I am actually going to murder you in these woods” Hayden stepped defensively in front of him, but you just rolled your eyes.  “Well give me a reason not to!” You yelled at them both, and Liam sighed.

“Because Scott would be-”

“Oh, he’d be just as pissed as I am right about now” You said in a growl.  “Not only, did you lead us all out here so we’re lost in these woods” You angrily through your arm towards Theo.  “You brought back this fucking psychopath!” Your heart tightened at the words you’d used, but you’d known it was true.

“y/n, breathe for a sec, okay?” Liam said, putting his hand on your shoulder.  You huffed in frustration.

“And why should I do that when I’m stuck out here with the last person I want to be with, ever” You said angrily.  Liam handed his end of the chain to Hayden, and she proceeded to tie Theo up at a thick tree.

“Maybe because your claws are digging into the palms of your hands and your eyes are..” Liam trailed off, and you closed your eyes tightly, willing the color to go away.  You hated their new color.  “Look if you want help with control it took me a while too-”

“No.  I don’t need it” You snapped back at him.  “Just let me breathe on my own” You said, walking away, and running your hands through your hair, pleading with your inner self that you could shift back to being human.  Tears welled in your eyes as your mind flashed back to the worst night of your life.

Not only had Theo been ripped away from you to spend his eternity beneath the surface of the earth, but you’d lost the beautiful yellow color of your shifting eyes.  They’d gone from a golden color, to a sky blue one, in a matter of seconds.  And it was a complete accidental incident.

You could hear thrashing and metal clanking behind you, and looked out of the corner of your eye to see Theo struggling against his restraints, pulling and yanking.  He was mumbling under the duct tape, but no real words came out.  You tilted your head just barely towards the three of them, listening to what Liam and Hayden were saying.

“We’re not letting you free damnit stop trying!” Liam said angrily, and Hayden tightened the chains around the tree.

“Hey” You called so they’d hear you, but your voice was soft as you wiped your sleeves over your eyes.  “Let’s just get going” You said, taking their attention away from the chimera so they’d stop yanking on the metal cuffs around his wrists.  “I think I could get us out of here if we backtrack enough” You told them, and Liam sighed in relief.

“Thank god” He said, and began to undo the ends of the chains where Hayden had tied them around the trunk of the tree.

“I got it” You said, taking over and unlooping them with ease.  Liam reached out to take them, but you held onto them with a firm grip.  He didn’t question you, and neither did Hayden.  Because all four of you knew that Theo was much less likely to run away if you were the one holding onto his leash.  In fact, both you and him knew he wouldn’t even think about it if you were holding the chains.

You’d gotten everyone to the entrance of the preserve, where both yours and Liam’s cars were parked, and everyone felt both relief and exhaustion.  You checked your phone for the time.

“Jesus it’s ten o’clock” You sighed.

“There’s no reception… I wonder if Scott tried to contact us” Liam said worriedly, but you didn’t care so much about Scott at the moment.

“Where’s he gonna stay..?” You asked with a nervous tremor in your voice.

“Well we can’t just let him go off to… wherever the hell he lived” Liam said.  You almost corrected him by telling him that Theo had a small apartment but kept your mouth shut.  “Don’t look at me, my step dad would kill me if I just showed up with him at my house” Liam said with wide eyes towards you.  “Besides.  He’d kill me in my sleep in an instant” He said in disgust.  Your ears picked up in the slowed pace of Theo’s heart beat, but no one else seemed to notice it so you didn’t mention it.

“My sister hates when I bring Liam home, you think she’s gonna let some eighteen year old boy stay the night?” Hayden scoffed, crossing her arms.  Your hands tightened on the chains in your hand, bending the thick links as you came to a realization.

“Your parents are still on vacation right?” Liam asked, and you tilted your head, giving him a glare.

“Oh, you can’t be serious” You growled.

You shoved Theo into the back seat of your car, slamming the door, not even checking to see if he’d pulled his legs in or not.  But by the lack of bones crushing as you whipped the door shut, you figured he’d moved inside just in time.

You spun around, and punched your fist hard across Liam’s jaw, and he stumbled back, but it barely fazed him.

“You’re lucky to have your life tonight” You said angrily.  Liam rolled his eyes.

“You’re being over dramatic.  At least he won’t kill you if he stays at yours”

You swung at him again, but this time he dodged your punch.

“Great, now keep up that aggression for when he’s there” Liam said, giving you two thumbs up before dragging Hayden quickly away towards his car.

“Well fuck you Dunbar!” You yelled after he shut the door and turned on the car’s engine.  When he drove away from you, you flipped him off.  “Fuck you!” You yelled again, then stormed over to your own car.  You angrily opened the door and slammed it as you got in.

You put your hands on the wheel, catching your breath as you realized you were panting from the frustration boiling up inside of you.

“Blue’s a new color on you” You heard an all to familiar and calm voice say from behind you.  Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, thankful to see that they were back to their normal y/e/c.  But not so thankful to see Theo, with his duct tape in his hands.  You cursed internally upon realizing his hands weren’t bound by anything now.  Thought the cuffs were still on them, he could remove the tape easily.

“If you think that I won’t kill you in an instant if you put me, or my friends, into any danger, then you are sadly mistaken” You said, finally jamming your key into the ignition and turning it.  You instantly began to drive away.

“And if you think that I’d intentionally hurt you in any way, then you know even less about me than you thought” He said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t think it’s in your best interest to crack jokes about all the lies you fed me” You grumbled, going five miles more than the speed limit to get home faster.

“y/n I-”

“I don’t care Theo” You said, keeping your expression as blank as possible, and refusing to look back at him.  With that, he shut his mouth, and was silent the whole rest of the ride back to your place.

When you got here, you let him walk himself behind you to the door.  You knew he wouldn’t try to make a run for it.  He carried all the chains in his arms, and stayed silent as you unlocked the door.  He closed it behind him, and locked it again.

“You have the couch” You said, pointing to the living room before going upstairs to change into pajamas.

You stalled in your room, trying to calm down the wave of emotions you were currently drowning in.  Yes, the feelings you’d had for Theo were still all there.  All the passion and love and adoration you’d had for almost half the year.  But now, it was mixed up with something new, and cold.  A hatred, a boiling anger.  You knew in your heart of hearts that Theo Raeken was a manipulative liar, but that you still had feelings for him.  And you had no idea what to do about it.

With a sigh, you decided to bring down a pillow and blankets for him.  You went down the stairs to see he was lying there, on his back, his hands folded over his chest with all the chains sitting there on his stomach.  Some hung down and swung near the floor.  When you entered the room, he looked over at you as you held out the items you’d grabbed for him.

“Here” Was all you could manage to say as you set them on the coffee table in front of your couch.  You crouched down in front of him, pulling a bobby pin out of your hair and picking the lock on his handcuffs with ease.  Theo gave you a small grateful smile as they fell off, and he rubbed his wrists immediately to relieve the sharp pain of the bruises there.

“Thank you” He said, and you looked at him, but didn’t say anything.  When you finally tore your eyes away from his green ones, you stood up, tugged down your sleep shorts awkwardly, and headed back towards the stairs.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, mostly tossing and turning and your mind jumping with the thought of Theo sleeping in your house again.  But every time he’d done so before, he was always in your bed.  His arms protectively holding you against him, a few kisses pressing into your hair as he fell asleep.

It felt weird to have him here without him holding you.

After the long restless night, you took a long shower the next morning before putting on your outfit for school.  You went downstairs while adjusting it, and was surprised to see Theo just sitting on the couch.  His blankets and pillow neatly folded and stacked back onto the coffee table.

“Uh, you want breakfast?” You asked timidly, pointing off to the kitchen.  He nodded his head, and followed you in.  “I’m making toast… is that okay?”

Why should it matter if that’s okay with him, he’s my prisoner, you thought to yourself, but didn’t take back the offer.

“Toast is fine” He said, and sat at the table while you put bread in the toaster.  It was silent as you got down the plates, and pulled out butter and a knife as well.  But he was the first to speak up again.  “You know if.. If you want to ask me questions or something I’d answer one hundred percent honestly” He told you.  You looked at him for a moment, testing to see if he was lying.

You didn’t find a tell that he was.

But you looked back at the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up.  “No thanks” You said, twiddling the knife around between your fingers.  “I actually don’t want to know a single thing” You added.

Breakfast was silent.

The car ride to school was silent.

He kept in step next to you on the way into the building.  He felt weird, seeing that he was in the same clothes as he was yesterday, and had no school books with him.  But he didn’t dare question you or whatever it was your plan was here.

You met up with Liam Mason and Hayden, and Mason was the only one who reacted upon seeing the chimera.  Instantly jumping behind Liam.  Who explained it all to his friend.

“I still don’t trust him” Mason said simply, and headed off.  Liam followed after him, causing Hayden to go as well.  You sighed, heading to your own locker instead.  Theo still right behind you.

“It feels weird being here again” He told you, filling the now awkward silence as he stood at your locker.  He looked over the crowd of students, who all gave him a weird look.  He could hear all their whispers, and he knew you could too.

“Where did he go?”

“I thought he like… died in that whole library wolf incident”

“Maybe he should die.  He was so cocky and rude”

“Are him and y/n still dating?”

“I hope not, that way I actually have a chance at prom king and queen with my boyfriend”

“He looks like he just crawled out of a hole”

You looked up at Theo as his eyes raked over the halls of people.  You frowned having heard what the other students were saying.

“Don’t listen to them” You told him against your better judgement.  “Just ignore them.  They don’t know anything” He looked at you, a slight surprised expression on his face upon realizing that you were easing his hurt feelings.

“Well congratulations y/n” He sighed.  “You aren’t the only one who wants me dead”

You didn’t say anything, just got the books you needed and headed off towards the library.  You were supposed to meet with Scott, Lydia, and Malia there.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well.  But you had somehow convinced Malia not to kill Theo.

At the end of the day, he was just sitting on the stairs outside of the school.  Since he was no longer technically in the system, he’d spent the whole day in the library, then headed outside when the final bell rang.  You were a little late coming outside, having been stopped by Scott.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be the one watching him” Scott told you.

“Yeah, and I’m the only one who can do it” You’d replied.  “And the only one he’d actually comply to “ You added.

“You think he wouldn’t try to hurt you and free himself?” Scott asked, not believing it as much as you did.

“I don’t” You said, before heading towards the doors.  “I’ll see you later McCall”

When you went outside, Theo was the only one there, sitting on the steps and wringing his hands together.

“Come on” You said quietly as you walked down, heading towards your car.  Theo got up and followed after you.  “Let’s go home”

The next two days, the silent tension between you two had faded away, and you’d grown used to having him in your home.  You’d gone to his apartment one night so that he could get all his clothes and other things he’d need during his stay at your house.

You were sitting in the living room, on the recliner with your legs criss crossed in your lap, a book in your hands as you read in silence.  Theo was on the couch, laying so that he was facing you as he messed around on his phone.

“It’s weird” He told you.  “It’s been awhile since I’ve had this, and I barely know what to use it for” You looked over at him as he tapped on the screen.

“Well what’d you need it for before?” You asked him, and he chuckled quietly to himself.

“I’d only ever used it to talk to you” He said, stealing a quick glance at you, and catching you with your cheeks pink and a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.  But you looked away, trying to remove the expression from your features.

“Sounds like a waste of money” You said blankly, your eyes staring down at your book, but unable to read a word.

“It wasn’t then” Was all he said.

Another hour spent in a more comfortable silence passed before you decided it was time for you to go up to bed.  You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped, and turned around.  You thought through what you were going to do next, before descending back down and going to the living room.  You found Theo already getting comfortable on the sofa under his small blanket and pillow.

“Hey-hey Theo?” You called nervously, and upon smelling the anxiousness on you, he looked at you worriedly.  “I… I was thinking that if… if you want you could st-stay upstairs in the guest room” You told him, and his brows rose in shock.

Was it just him, or were you warming up to him again?

“You know with the whole Ghost Riders thing and-and it’s storming and the couch just seems to small and uncomfortable-”

“I’d love to stay in the guest bedroom” He cut you off from your nervous rambling, and a breath of relief blew from your lips.

“A-alright then” You said, and he gathered his blankets and pillow up before following you upstairs.

And to think the last time he followed you up these stairs, it was so you could sneak into your bedroom for some mischief before your parents came home.

“It’s here” You said quietly, opening up the door that was across from yours.  Theo followed you in, and smiled at the bed.  He missed sleeping in a bed.

“Thank you” He said sincerely as he set his things on the mattress.  You nodded, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“Yeah I just figured it’s… time” You said, and he didn’t ask for clarification on what exactly you thought it was time for, but he smiled at your kindness towards him.  He sat on the bed, setting up his pillow and everything, but you hung back at the door hesitantly.

“Uh… Theo? Can I ask you a question?”

“I told you I’d tell you anything you wanted to know” He said, and you nodded at the memory of him saying that.

“Is Stiles real? Do you remember him?” You asked the question that everyone had been wondering lately.  Theo smiled at you, and laughed, but you didn’t get the joke.

“Oh he’s real” He told you, and your face lit up.

“He is? Were we friends?” You asked, stepping a little further in the room.  Theo nodded from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You were very close” He told you.  “Like brother and sister.  Scott too.  You were all like a family” He said, and your heart swelled at the idea.  All this time, you were worried that Lydia was just going bat shit banshee crazy, but she was telling the truth.

“Can you… could you tell me about him?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“He was.. Very sarcastic, all the time.  There was no off switch on his mouth.  But he was also very smart” You nodded, eagerly drinking up an information he had to offer.  “He never liked me he sorta… he sorta saw through the act” Theo said, beginning to quieten a little as he looked down.  “He actually told you a lot to break if off when we were dating and he’d… he’d threaten me a lot” You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of these memories, but nothing came up.  “He care very much about you y/n, that’s what’s important” He said.

“Thank you” You said softly, and he nodded, a sort of sad smile on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah anytime” He murmured.

“Are we going to win?” You asked him.  “Do you think we can… beat this? The Ghost Riders?” You asked, needing an honest opinion.  Scott’s ‘we can try’ speech was getting old and you needed real feedback.  Theo sighed before replying.

“I think it’s a long shot” He told you.  “But I’m not letting you get taken by them.  Any of you” He added the last piece quickly, but cared more about your safety than anyone else’s.  You nodded, a gentle smile pulling at your lips as you looked down at your feet again.

“Goodnight then, Theo” You said quietly before heading back out of the room.

“Goodnight y/n” He responded before you shut the door.

It was getting easier for you to sleep.  In the few days he’d been there you’d felt safer, even though Beacon Hills was becoming more dangerous by the minute.  With a Nazi Werewolf running around and taking Scott’s pack one by one, and the Ghost Riders taking out anyone in sight, the fear was amplifying every day.

You’d already lost Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Melissa, Argent and Stiles.  It was just a matter of time before they got to you too.

But the next night, when the house was quiet and it was late, you woke up screaming and thrashing in your sheets.  Theo had been there in a matter of two seconds, not even bothering to knock.  The only instinct he’d had was to get to you as fast as possible.

“y/n, y/n look at me” He sat on his knees in front of your bed as you sat up, tears streaming out of your eyes as he held your head in his hands.  “Hey… hey it’s alright” He whispered to you, brushing away your tears with his thumbs.  “It was just a bad dream, your safe, no one’s here” He told you in a soft tone that he’d used many times before.  Remembering your many nightmares and difficulty with sleep.  He knew exactly what to do, that all you needed was someone there to hold you, to coo to you, to tell you that you were safe.

But now, he wasn’t exactly sure of what you wanted from him.  So he sat there, his eyes staring into yours as you cried and he kept his hands cupped around your cheeks.  You surprised both him and yourself when you reached for him, slipping onto the floor onto your knees in front of him, your hands, clenched into fists, sliding around his neck as you held onto him tightly.

“Don’t let go- don’t let go” You mumbled, your eyes closing tightly.  He let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you just as tightly as he used to.

His eyes closed, relishing in the memories of having your small body in his arms so casually before.  In the halls, on the couch, when sleeping, while waiting at your locker, hugging hello, hugging goodbye, in the kitchen, everywhere.  All the time.

“I won’t” Was all he could say as he ran his hands up and down your back.  “I won’t, I promise”

You stayed like that for a long time, sitting on the floor holding onto each other.  You’d never needed to be in his embrace more than now.

When more time than he thought he’d have you passed, you slowly released him, but didn’t move away, just wiped your eyes with your sleeve and stared at your lap.

“I got taken” You said quietly, opening up about what it was you’d dreamt about.  “They took me a-and no one else was there.  I was alone” He nodded, letting you pour it out before speaking.

“They’re not going to take you y/n” He said when you were quiet for a long time.  “I promise they won’t get you” You looked up at him with wet eyes, unsure of what to say to him.  Of course you didn’t believe it, there was no way he could stop them from getting you.  “I’d throw myself in front of them before ever letting you get taken, okay? He said, his hands framing around your face again.  Your eyes shot up to his, surprise and fear and what he’d recognized as adoration all inside of them.  For a moment of his staring, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He lifted you up, and set you back in bed, even covering you back up with the blankets you’d kicked off of yourself.

“Go back to sleep” He murmured, caressing your head with his hand gently before pulling away to leave.

And he left, going back to his own room, staying awake the rest of the night in case you’d need him again.

But as much as you wanted to call for him to come stay with you, you fought against yourself, and went to bed alone.

This time, feeling more lonely than ever.

You ran up to Scott desperately trying to catch your breath.  The hospital was pretty much abandoned, except for the pack, who was trying to fight back against the Ghost Riders.

“y/n!? What are you still doing here?! You were supposed to get Lydia and Malia and get out!” The alpha yelled, worry evident in his tone.

“I couldn’t leave! And neither could they-”

“Get back!” He yelled, grabbing you and pulling you away from the crack of one of the Riders’ whip.  “Run! Find Theo, and leave!” He roared, before turning back to the phantom cowboy, and growling.  You sprinted off before they began fighting.

You ran through halls, flickering lights and papers flying around.  It was like it was storming inside of the building.  You searched for Theo, your heartbeat racing as you looked everywhere.  Tears welled in your eyes in fear and worry.

What if he’d gotten taken? What if he was gone for good?

No, no not again.  You couldn’t let it happen again.  You’d lose yourself if you lost him again.

Upon sprinting around a corner, you ran into something, and fell back.  But they caught you.

“y/n!?” Theo’s nervous shriek rang through the hall.  “What’re you still doing here- you have to go!”

“No-no I couldn’t leave” You told him, but he shook his head, his hands coming around your arms as he tried to move you away.

“You can’t be here- you can’t be here y/n you have to go” He begged you, grabbing your hand and running with you to the nearest exit he could find.

“I can’t leave! I have to help!” You said, and he brought you to a hall where Malia and Lydia were.

“Oh thank god” He muttered.  “Lydia! You gotta get her out of here!” He called, and she came up to you both.

“We figured it out, we know how to stop them” Malia said as she jogged towards you too.  “Someone’s gotta be the bait”

“Yeah, and it’s not gonna be y/n, so get her out of here” He said.

“Uh, we sorta don’t have time for that” Lydia nodded off to two Ghost Riders who turned down the hall, a gun in each of their hands.  Theo cursed, grabbing you again and sprinting you as quickly as he could to the elevator at the end of the hallway.  He slammed the down arrow, and stood in front of you as the doors opened so that you couldn’t possibly be shot at.

“No, no don’t make me leave” You begged him, tears in your eyes.  “I’m not losing you again” You said, grabbing onto his shirt so he couldn’t get you into the elevator.  “Don’t make me go” You said breathlessly.  “Theo I-”

“I know” He said, his hand coming around your cheek as he stared into your eyes and brushed away your hair.  “I already know” He told you, and when you leaned in to press your lips against his, he shoved you into the elevator.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked, scrambling to get out, but he’d already pushed the button.

“Being the bait” He said, and all you saw before the doors closed, was the whip of the Ghost Rider wrapping around his arm, and a puff of green smoke go up.

And just like that, you felt the same way you had the night he was dragged to hell.  You couldn’t even hear your own screaming as the elevator descended down to the first floor.

You didn’t try to get out, just let it sit there, the doors closed as you sobbed and banged against the doors in anger.  Your claws were digging into your palms, canines grown out and eyes a dangerous shade of blue as you dented the metal elevator door from continuously pounding against it.

How could it be that the boy you couldn’t help but love so deeply, be ripped away from you again?

It had been days, and you hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep.  You stopped going to school, and you were too weak to go out Ghost Rider hunting with the rest of the pack.

It was unfair that Liam came back.  That Hayden came back.

You were in the school when Stiles returned, relief flooding over you as memories of him returned.  You’d hugged him desperately clinging to him, only for him to pull away from you and look at you seriously.

“Theo” He said, and your heart went mad.  “I saw him, I talked to him- y/n I’m so sorry I ever pushed you to leave him” Your lips parted as you stared at the boy who was much taller than you.  “y/n he loves you, he loves you so much e told me everything- he told me when I got here to find you and make sure you’re safe he wasn’t even worried about the goddamn train station from hell he was in” Your eyes welled with tears at the words, your hands covering your mouth.

“He-he told you all that?” Your voice cracked, and Stiles nodded.  You looked from him, to Scott to Malia, to Lydia, all of them wearing the same surprised, but happy expressions on their face.

“Alright alright happy moment over, you’re supposed to get to Liam so he’s not fighting these by himself” You nodded, flicking out your claws and glowing your eyes before running off to the sounds of Liam’s grunting.  You figured he was already fighting somebody.  You got a running start, before leaping up and grabbing the railing of the balcony, and pulling yourself up slightly, but struggling a little.

A hand grabbed you, and pulled you up over the railing, and when you looked up to see who had sat you back on your feet, you were surprised to see him there.

“Th-Theo?” You asked unsurely.  This just had to be an illusion, like Claudia Stilinski turned out to be.  He couldn’t be real.

“In the flesh” He said, and you gasped, looking over to see Liam had already taken down the Ghost Rider you’d heard him fighting.

“Fucking hell” You muttered, your hands reaching out to grab Theo and pull him against you, crashing your lips against his hungrily and desperately.  His hands flew into your hair, kissing you back with as much passion and force as he could.  You were holding onto each other so tightly, but it didn’t matter.  “Stiles told me, he told me all of it” You mumbled against his lips.  “I love you so much” You cried out, and he cupped your face in his hands like you’d done for him.

“I never stopped” He replied, kissing you longingly.

You were surprised to have made it out of the mess alive, and with everyone back home where they belonged.

It had been a long night of emotions and fighting on practically zero hours of sleep, but you were happy to be able to go home with Theo, to hold onto his arm as you both went upstairs.  He planted a kiss on your forehead before going into his room.  You followed him, watching as he went through the dresser where he kept the few pieces of clothing he had.

“Theo?” You called quietly as he found a pair of sweatpants to sleep in.

“Yes love?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked, and he smiled and nodded.

“I’ll get changed and be right in” He told you, and you nodded, heading into your own room to put on comfier clothes.

There was a soft knock on your open door a few minutes later, and you looked up from where you sat on your bed to see Theo standing there.  You smiled, a sense of calmness coursing through you.  He walked in, wearing only his sweatpants as he came over to you.  Until he was in front of you, but you still had to look up at him since you were still sitting.

“I’m glad you’re back” You told him softly, and he took your hands, before leaning over, and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.  You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer to you as you shuffled back on the bed.  His hands steadied himself on either side of you, your legs in between his.

You didn’t know how to describe it, it wasn’t a hot makeout session, it wasn’t desperate or needy, it was completely soft, and slow, and gentle.  Even with him held over top of you, it wasn’t sexual whatsoever.

It was like you were just getting back into the swing of normalcy.

“Don’t leave again” You whispered, and he pulled away from you, his hand cradling the back of your head against the mattress, the other holding himself up over you.  Your eyes flashed blue momentarily.  “I can’t do any of this without you” You said in an even more hushed tone.  Theo smiled softly down at you, his thumb rubbing circles over your cheek.  He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was promising never to leave you again.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the both of you staring at each other and holding on to the other, before Theo moved off of you to lay down, pulling you into his chest and winding his arms around you as your buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I killed one of Satomi’s betas” You confessed.  Theo looked down at you, your eyes large as you thought back to that night, and full of tears.  “Her name was Hayley, Hayley Reid” He didn’t say anything, just listened intently as you told him the story behind your eyes.  “After you… after you were… taken away” You said taken away, but you both heard ‘dragged to hell’.  “I was angry and… and the wolf just-just amplified my anger and… and my mourning”

She mourned over me?

“I went out one night, to walk to-to clear my head” You continued.  “I didn’t even know I’d gotten so far into town it was just supposed to be for a few minutes but she was out too, just outside that place their pack all lives” You licked over your lips slowly, unable to meet his eyes.  “She asked me if I needed a ride home, that it was going to rain and she didn’t want me to get soaked” Theo raised his hand to your cheek, wiping away the few stray tears that had slipped onto your skin.  “I told her I wanted to be left alone, that I needed time to myself.  It was like… it was like I was drunk in all these awful feelings” You breathed deeply, taking another pause.  “She kept- kept asking and it just annoyed me I was so frustrated and I turned and I growled at her and-”

Theo kept quiet, still stroking your cheeks as you told him everything.  Your eyes slipped shut.

“I told her if she didn’t fuck off then I’d rip her throat out” You choked.  “And-and I-” Another choke as you trembled a little in his arms.  “I did. I did it I did it and I wish with everything I fucking have that I could go back and take it back, thank her for the ride home…”

He stroked his fingers through your hair, a small sigh coming through his lips.  All he could think about was not only your own tragedy, but all the times he’d committed the same crime.  Without second thought, and not even regretting it until he saw the way it had torn apart his life.

But you weren’t like him.  You were sweet, and caring, and always kept in mind what’s good for the community.  You’d risk your life before letting even a stranger get hurt.  For a werewolf, you were incredibly human.  With human qualities.  You were genuine, you tried your hardest to do everything from school work to saving Beacon Hills.  You had more love in your heart than anyone he’s ever met, and you proved it to him every day.

“I sat there, in the storm, I held onto her so tight and just begged for her to wake up, I just… I just remember apologizing over and over” Theo held your face in his hands again, pressed his forehead against yours as you cried, your closed, long lashes dripping tears over your face.  “They burned so bad, I was screaming, gripping onto her and screaming it was like… like my corneas were being scorched” You told him.  “But I deserved it”

“No, no y/n” He placed a kiss on the top of your head.  “It wasn’t you, okay? It wasn’t you, and it was all my fault”

“No it wasn’t, it was mine.  I shouldn’t have left.  I should’ve stayed at home, I shouldn’t have lied to the pack and said good riddance when you left.  I should’ve done something why didn’t I do something?” He kissed your head again, then wrapped you up in his arms and cradled you close to him.  “I barely knew her, but she really didn’t deserve what happened to her it was so.. So brutal.  And I always think about it… every day”

“Look, y’n, what i need you to know, is that you never meant for it to happen.  It was an accident, really.  You didn’t want her dead.  You didn’t know what you were doing”

“I mean yeah but-”

“That’s all you gotta know.  That it was an accident” You sighed, not knowing what to say to that.  Theo kissed your cheek softly, then hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.  “And I want you to know, that everyone still loves you, I still love you, and you should know that nothing will ever change that” You smiled timidly,your hands splaying on his cheeks as you pushed your head against his, your noses bumping together.

“I love you too” You whimpered quietly, kissing him chastely then nuzzling your face back into his chest.  Theo smiled to himself, closing his eyes as he listened to your steadying heartbeat.

“Just go to sleep baby” He said, his lips pressing to your head and lingering them there for a moment.  “I’ll be here when you wake up, promise” He said.  You smiled, completely relaxing against him, your mind already drifting off to sleep.

And when you woke up the next morning,

he was there.

ah so long and angsty theo angst just comes so easily to me

( dedicated to liv bc she’s my soulmate and the lydia to my alli :) )

xoxo - jordie

Ship to Wreck: a Jonerys fanfiction

Ship to Wreck

As usual, this story came to me in a dream and I had no choice but to write it. Enjoy! Set after the finale. Oh, and this has not been properly edited, so I apologize for any mistakes.

You can also read it on ff.net.


“You must tell him, Your Grace,” Missandei said as Daenerys studied her figure in the full-length mirror in the dim light of her chamber. Once upon a time, Ned and Catelyn Stark’s, and now Sansa’s. Dany didn’t feel exactly comfortable there – especially after hearing about Jon’s relationship with his late stepmother, but the young redhaired girl had suggested that she take the room, had insisted on it, in a way Dany could not refuse. So there she stood, in front of the damned mirror, analyzing every curve, every detail, looking for the slightest sign of change. Truth be told, this was not the first time she had done it. Every night, Missandei would observe the Queen’s prying eyes as she helped her out of her clothes. And every night, the smallest glimpse of hope could be seen there, but not tonight. Tonight, Dany’s eyes told a different story. Her violet orbs harbored not hope, but fear, oh so much fear. And as soon as the words left Missandei’s lips, Dany’s face grew emotionless in a stoic mask, one she would wear around her allies and her enemies, but never around her trusted advisor and friend.

“There’s nothing to tell,” Dany finally replied. There was no emotion in her voice, nothing in her eyes but a defiant glare. And yet, she refused to take her eyes off the mirror in front of her. Looking, surveying, analyzing. Trying to make sense out of the inconceivable.

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Morning Bliss. {Elriel}

Waning: Smut ahead. Inspired by my recent Azriel headcanon, because writing about how Azriel sleeps nude is a beautiful, beautiful thing. Ask, and you shall receive…

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Since getting my own house in Velaris nearly five hundred years ago, I’ve liked the feeling of my bare skin against the sheets. Elain was appalled when we first began dating, from the first time she slept with me in my bed, at my old, ratty, cotton sheets that had been on my bed for decades.

“What?” I had said, genuinely curious what the big deal was. “I wash them.”

“You’ve washed them so much, they’re falling apart,” she had laughed, and I couldn’t help but join her. “I’m buying you new sheets.”

“Will it make you happy?” I had asked, then followed it up with, “please don’t get floral ones.”

She didn’t get floral ones. She got royal blue, silk ones instead.

At first, I laughed. Me? Sleeping on silk sheets? But, after one night, I never complained again.

Now, I could hear her walking up the stairs as my eyelids fluttered open. The sunlight was pouring through my floor length window, the curtain doing a terrible job keeping the light at bay.

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You know that part in Thor: Ragnarok where Loki puts the skull crown in the eternal flame but before he does it, he stops and looks at the tesaract and we just know that he took it?

Well I feel like if he didn’t take it and just let it blow up like the rest of Asgard, then infinity war probably could have been avoided.

Also that ship that shows up in the end credits scene is probably Thanos and he probably only found them because he tracked the tesaract.

These are just some guesses so don’t take them as canon

Bill x Reader - Neighbours.

Request: Y/N and Bill live in the same building and get to know each other through running in to one another. 

Another request! I’ve decided I want to focus on these for a while, I’m finding them more enjoyable to write and knowing I’m writing something people have specifically asked for feels a bit more productive. I altered this request a little bit but I hope you still like it! 

I’ve had some really good requests tonight and I’m excited to plan those out and begin writing them tomorrow. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, please send in whatever you’d like to see from me. 

Note: If you’ve sent one in, I will get to it. I keep your message in my inbox so I don’t forget what you have suggested and when I have posted your request I will reply to your message.

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Yet another Monday morning that had come around far too soon. I prepared myself for work, going through all of the usual motions of having my coffee, doing my hair, putting on my face and then picking an outfit out of the department store I called my closet. I opted for a tight black shirt tucked in to a black high waisted skater skirt and a cape style coat with beautiful gold buttons down the middle. I finished my outfit with my usual gold rings, watch and black heels. After filling my travel mug with yet another coffee or two, I grabbed my bag and I was out the door.

I made it for the elevator just as someone else did, my neighbour Bill. We lived on the same floor and often ran in to each other in the mornings and afternoons. We had never really progressed past a polite hello and how was your day, but those times were nice nevertheless. Bill gave off a very kind vibe, he was light and vibrant. You knew well who he was as far as his career went, but when you looked at him you still just saw Bill, the tall, handsome and friendly guy that lived on your floor, and you believed that Bill had noticed this, realising I wasn’t someone who recognised him for his fame but who he actually was.

“Hey Bill, how are you?” I initiated the conversation, confidence exuding from me as I pulled my phone out and flicked through some emails. I smiled at him as he replied, “I’m good Y/N, how are you babe?” He smiled at me and my heart fluttered at his words, knowing very well they were casual but liking the sound of them anyway. “Good thank you.” I grinned at him, admiring his face and just how breathtakingly handsome he truly was. The elevator arrived on the ground floor and we both jumped out. The building was extremely secure and perfect for people like Bill who required a quiet place to live, free from interruptions and by interruptions I mean fans. “You know Y/N, we always see each other in the hall but we never hang out, we should do that some time.” I nodded happily in agreement, loving the idea of actually sitting down and having a conversation with Bill that extended past our usual greetings on the way to the ground floor in the elevator. “That sounds really good,” Deciding to go a step further with my confidence this morning by suggesting a time to do exactly that, I spoke up once again “Whenever you’re free next, just come around.” “Saturday night?” “Sounds perfect, I’ll see you then.” I waved at him, smiling brightly as I turned and wandered away in the direction of my office building.

Saturday came around sooner than I thought and while I prepared all of the nibbles and drinks I had planned for us for the evening, I found myself growing giddy at the thought of spending time with Bill one on one. I had set plenty of food and drinks out on the table for the both of us and had made sure my apartment looked perfectly tidy. When Bill knocked on my door I just about jumped over the back of the sofa to get to him, opening it and smiling widely at the tall gentleman standing on the other side.

“Please, come in!” I moved to the side so he could step in freely, taking in his casual outfit choice that consisted of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. “Nice to see you again Y/N, what are our plans for this evening?” He asked calmly, looking around and eyeing off the refreshments on the coffee table. “Well, I have a few movies for you to pick from, plenty of food and drinks. I figured we could just hang out and talk”. I had never been one to go out in public and sit in some loud restaurant when I was trying to get to know someone and I certainly wasn’t embarrassed to make it obvious that I much preferred a cosy night in. Bill didn’t seem bothered by this as he smiled in response, making himself comfortable on the sofa, pulling one of my many fluffy blankets over his lap and perusing through all of the movies I had set out. “Sounds perfect!” He tilted his head up at me, watching me wander around the sofa and sit down next to him.

Bill eventually picked a movie and we sat comfortably with each other, watching it intently until it all became too boring and we immersed ourselves in conversation. We told each other about what was going on in our lives at the moment and what we were planning for the future. We spoke of our families, where we both came from and what we liked and didn’t like all the way from food to people. We had a lot in common and I wasn’t sure whether or not I was surprised by this. Bill was exactly as I thought he would be, easy to talk to and comfortable to be around, the perfect kind of person to spend one’s time with.

Over the coming weeks Bill and I found ourselves in each other’s company more often than not, and I for one certainly was not complaining. It had been indescribably enjoyable to be around someone so level headed, at least in comparison to where I was in life and the kind of person I needed around me. He made my head feel clear, he was that kind of person if you know what I mean, someone who made everything else go away, at least for a little while. It wouldn’t be too much to say that I had developed a rather large crush on him either, I mean how could I not. He was kind, beautiful, considerate, attractive, funny.. all of the best things in a person. I was appreciative that I had the opportunity to spend so much time with him and to get to know him on a basis that I knew not many people did. Although now, in consideration of the undeniable attraction I felt towards him, I couldn’t help but grow progressively more nervous at the thought of being around him. I began to find it hard to form sentences, and suddenly my cool demeanour I was able to maintain around him at any other given time has become history.

Bill was sitting at my counter, watching me wander around and gather the ingredients for a cup of English breakfast for me and a coffee for him. I could feel his eyes follow me as I moved quickly around my kitchen, thinking far too hard about remaining calm in front of Bill. It was surreal how quickly this crush had effected me, usually I was completely at ease around him and now I felt like I might throw up. “You’re acting weird..” He mumbled, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I paused, surprised I failed to remember that Bill knew me well enough by now to notice when something was up and wishing I had tried harder to hide it. “Am I?” I feigned surprise, “I’m not trying to, sorry.” I attempted my best fake smile while I boiled the kettle, praying that this was enough for him to drop it. He stood, walking over to me as I turned to watch him. He took this opportunity to move closer, pinning me between the counter and his torso. “Y/N, tell me what’s going on.” He watched me sternly, intimidating me the best way he knew how in an effort to get me to spill whatever I was keeping from him. “Bill, this is completely embarrassing and I know I’ll regret this when you run for the hills, but I may have developed a tiny crush on you?” The last part came out as more of a question than a statement, my voice going a few octaves higher than usual. He smirked at me and I felt my cheeks flush while I waited nervously for his response. I was preparing my escape plan in my head, moving past his tall figure was the first stage and the second was locking myself in my bedroom for the rest of eternity. He took my face in both of his hands and spoke as calmly as I had ever hard him speak, “Well thank god, I thought I was the only one here with a crush on the other person in the room.” My eyes grew wide and I looked at him like he wasn’t speaking English, unable to fathom Bill liking me in the same way I had grown to like him. I mean I don’t know what I was expecting, he’s the perfect friend, now best friend and I can imagine he would be even better than the perfect boyfriend.

We stood there and took each other in for what felt like forever, before I felt Bill’s lips against my own. It was the softest and most thoughtful kiss I was sure I had ever received, I closed my eyes and savoured the moment, sinking in to his hands on the sides of my face as he traced the my cheekbone ever so softly with the pads of his thumbs. “What do you say to being.. together?” He asked me, avoiding the words boyfriend and girlfriend because we had agreed during one of our many conversations that those phrases made us both cringe. “I’d say that that sounds perfect.” I smiled, my chin against his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek before attending back to our beverages. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his head in to the crook of my neck where he left playful kisses. This felt perfect, the mere realisation of what this now meant making my heart feel more at home than it ever had with another person. “I think it sounds pretty perfect myself.” He said softly against the shell of my ear, leaving a chaste kiss against my jawline. I knew in that moment that this man was all I needed, considering myself the luckiest woman alive and thanking whichever god was out there that I had found myself living in this building, riding the elevator every single day with someone I would soon come to discover I would spend the rest of my life with.

Untitled -- Tom Holland x (Female) Reader

It was hard for me to avoid pronouns for a chunk of this, so I’m sorry for using female pronouns – I hate myself.

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Based (roughly) off the song “Muchacho” by Kings of Leon.

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Originally posted by poptartcalum

It had been some time since you had done something like this – gone and managed to pull off a surprise as well as you had this weekend. Although you had spent a significant amount of money and time to make this happen, you were glad you were going to see Tom after those couple of months apart. And although you had seen his family over the holidays, they were very excited to have you back in their home – and they were also really nervous because they didn’t want to spill the secret to Tom. After a year and a half of dating, it still managed to surprise you how well you had integrated into the Holland household, but you definitely loved being accepted so well into his family.

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I Put a Spell on You (I)

Prompt: The flowers in the garden are the woman’s most prized possessions - for good reason.

Summary: Y/N owns a magical garden in the quiet woods of Southern France. There, she tends to her flowers- the things that keep her safe, that give her purpose. No wonder they’re her prized possession, but will her wellbeing be threatened when the deceiving Unseelie Fae set their eyes on her?

Warnings: rhyming poetry that I made up. lol.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Alright, alright, alright! The first part of my official entry into @rotisserierogers Kumi’s Halloween Challenge!!!!! I am actually done with this fic already but it turned out much much longer than I imagined, so I’m breaking this down into parts. Get your potions, brews, and wands at the ready; this fic is real witchy! Happy Halloween, lovelies! Also, the title is based on Nina Simone’s song of the same name. :)

Originally posted by ooevilynoo

You are a witch, but not just any kind of witch;

No potions or brews, no wands, no spells

But you have a garden

Full of blooming petals and sparkling colors

And in that garden is nearly every flower unimaginable.

Unimaginable, you ask?

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Request: “Hey! Can I please request a kylo x Reader do where she is a medic on the ship and takes care of kylo after he is seriously injured and he falls in love with her and always makes up excuses or injuries to go visit her in the medbay. Maybe he goes to see her one day but she is treating hux and he gets super jealous/possessive. Thanks so much x”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1980

Warnings: a lil implied smut at the end

Originally posted by hardyness

Starkiller had fallen. The shame prodded more deeply at Kylo than the bleeding gash in his shoulder, and he limped towards the medical bay on the Finalizer, grunting with each step. A ripple of pain ricocheted against his shoulder and face. He would’ve been fine with having a droid stitch him up, but the wound across his face would need the care of human hands to make sure the scar healed nicely. He didn’t care about how he looked, but Hux had insisted that the new Doctor on board would be able to keep Kylo at least recognizable.

A trail of blood was left by the knight of Ren, and his vision was growing hazier by the second. He no longer could feel the left side of his torso, and it took all his strength to will the Force to keep his guts from spilling out. If only he hadn’t have been wounded, he would’ve slaughtered both the traitor and the scavenger girl. His weakened state made the duel totally unfair, but he still felt immensely disappointed that he still could not have pulled through in victory.

You emerged from the busy ward, having tended to countless injured Storm troopers, and almost dropped your information tablet at the sight of the panting Kylo.

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Man or Beast?

Ok so I wrote a post about wanting fanfic of Dan Stevens growling, and lamenting that I would have to write it myself.

So I did. I couldn’t bring myself to go too far, so its mostly suitable for work.

But I definitely had to address how that growl made so many of us feel. It started as a small drabble and ended up as 6 pages of Belle trying to come to terms with Adam and the confusion I thought would be inevitable after his transformation. Then adding desire and that growl to the mix…well…hopefully I did ok lol






The full moon was high overhead as you tossed and turned in the bed that had so quickly become your own. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of adventure, perhaps a little more than you had really been prepared for if you were completely honest with yourself. You had suddenly become the heroine of your own romantic novel, complete with magical creatures, villains and a handsome prince and the reality was somewhat more overwhelming than you would admit to.

The noises from the castle outside the sanctuary of your room had long since ceased as your friends old and new took to their beds. No longer dusty, dark and crumbling, the castle was a sight to behold…vast in size and rich in design. The inventor part of you revelled in the beauty and form of your home, but a small part you almost missed how it was before. By no means did you resent the broken curse that had removed your friends from their household prison. Your heart swelled to see them happy, to see Chip running with dog, Lumiere dancing with Plumette and to witness them all enjoying their freedom. There was so much love in the castle, there always had been to a degree but it was so open now.

No, what you missed was the quiet, the solitude of your weeks here with only those few for company. When your time was spent in books or conversation and the days stretched in contentment as you learned so much about the inhabitants of this incredible place.

Now it almost seemed as though people swarmed all over and you felt both happy that all was well but a little selfish in wishing the castle and its inhabitants were still just…yours. You scolded yourself for your thoughts, you had never been a selfish person and you weren’t now. But a feeling of….something….you couldn’t put your finger on it. Something was off.

It was the Beast, no you corrected yourself, Adam. He was Prince Adam now, human, handsome, wonderful. So why did you feel this way? So uncomfortable in the place you felt to be home. So tense and awkward when you were with Beas….Adam!

That right there, that was what was bugging you. Mere weeks had passed and in that expanse of time you had been practically assaulted, held prisoner, discovered magic and curses, escaped from an angry mob, discovered your mother’s fate and fallen in love…with a beast…not a man. So much to take in and come to terms with. The death of Gaston and the transformation of Adam notwithstanding.

It was the Beast who had gifted you the library, who had thrown snowballs with you, had danced with you in an enchanted ballroom. His heart was the one that had touched you, it was his arms you had dreamed of when you felt alone and when you had been standing in that broken old windmill, staring at the broken pieces of your childhood it was him you had looked at and thought of home.

Since the night the curse was broken a new factor had to be taken into consideration.


In the moments after the curse was broken you had felt it and given into it. Your heart knew Adam and the Beast were the same, but your mind was having trouble coming to terms with these new feelings. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught whenever you caught a glimpse of the man but you almost felt unfaithful, your mind’s eye still seeing your Beast. It didn’t help that you had barely seen him in the last few days, either. There had been no moments of privacy or conversation. No touches, no kisses. Just being in the same space but not together while he worked so hard to put everything to right again with the village and himself. After so many years of misery and darkness you knew he was trying to adjust as you were. You also knew somehow that he was aware of your struggle, or at least of your distant feeling. His blue eyes radiated patience and a little hurt when he looked at you.

Throwing off the covers you paced to the open window, looking out into the night, pensive and anxious. You loved him so much you thought your heart would swell and burst in your chest and you ached every minute of the day for him. Prince or Beast you wanted to feel safe in his arms, needed him to drive away this empty feeling you had when he was out of your sight.

A celebration was planned for the next day and the final preparations kept you busy till late afternoon. The castle was spotless and stunning, everyone was dressed in their best finery and Adam had spared no expense, no doubt remembering the parties that had helped to set the curse in motion initially. You stood in front of the mirror in a stunning white dress, almost not recognizing the figure staring back at you. Alone for a few minutes you sucked in a deep breath as tears pricked your eyes. Perhaps a good cry was what you really needed, a release of all the emotions built up inside you. Forcing deep breaths you managed to fight back the threatening torrent, there would be time for tears later.

A knock at the door drew you from your thoughts and you couldn’t hold back the gasp or shiver that escaped when Adam walked through.

He came up short a foot inside your room, his lips curling into a smile and his eyes running over you in a way that made your toes curl and your stomach flip.

“Beautiful.” he whispered, stepping toward you.

You felt your cheeks turn red as you lowered your eyes to focus on the bright blue of his coat rather than his eyes.

You wanted him to crush you to him, to tell you he was still him, still your Beast, that everything was going to be ok. Instead he walked over to your bedside and picked up the book laying there.

“This again, really?” he snorted as he held Romeo and Juliet and for a second you heard him. You imagined him rolling his eyes dramatically as he had done before and a tiny laugh slipped out. Glancing up, you looked at him flicking through the pages, really looked at him for the first time since that night. As he scoffed at this and that you saw the line of his mouth, turned down at the corners the same as the Beast, his shoulders rolled with the same motions and for the first time you realised he even carried himself the same way.

Your gasp was audible and he rushed over as you sank to your knees.

Your head had finally caught up to your heart. Adam was the Beast, the Beast was Adam and a flood of emotion rushed through you.

“Belle! What is it?” his voice surrounded you and despite the higher pitch you couldn’t understand how you had failed to hear that it was the same damn voice. How could you have been so foolish, and so blind?

“Adam. Beast.” you murmured into his coat as he gathered you into his arms.

“Ahhhhhh, I see.” he whispered against your forehead, pressing his lips gently to the skin there.

“I’m so sorry. I was so confused and so..”



“I understand, it’s not an easy thing being human again for me either, I’m having to remember how to manage a lot of things differently.”

His fingers sat beneath your chin, tilting your head so you could look him in the eyes, the same eyes that you had so loved before. His lips curved in a soft smile as his fingertips brushed across your cheek.

“I’m sorry too. I’ve been absent for days, so consumed with trifling things that I thought I needed to get out of the way so I could just be with you without interruption. I sensed you were struggling and I should have simply hidden us away from the world like I wanted to.”

“I was wishing things could be like they were before….when it was really just us here. It was selfish but I thought that if we could just be alone then I could come to terms with what I was feeling.”

‘You fell in love with a Beast.” he smiled softly, “Then suddenly you had a man. Truth be told I would have been surprised if you came to this easily.”

“I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and the whole thing would never have been real. Even now I wonder if he was real and it breaks my heart to even think that.”

“Oh Belle, my love.” he took one of your hands in his, leading it to rest over his heart. You could feel the strong, steady beat against your palm. “Do you feel that?” you nodded. “That is the beat of his heart, as well as mine as they are one and the same. He was as real as I am now and like him, this heart beats only for and because of you. You saved him, saved us from an eternity of loneliness and pain. He is still me and I am still him, only the outer shell has changed.”

“I know that, my heart knows that, my head needed some time to catch up. I missed you, him, us.”

“I’m a fool.”

“True.” you both chuckle. There is was, that same camaraderie and humor, the easiness flowed back and you felt comfortable again sitting on the floor in his arms.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again, I promise.”

“Even if I’m reading Romeo and Juliet?”

If his eyes had rolled any harder they would have left his sockets. You couldn’t help but laugh hard as he over acted his dislike.

“What is it with you and that book? There are so many better things to read.”

“It’s the book that brought us together.”

He stopped rolling his shoulders instantly. “How so?”

“When you were laying in your bed and I was talking about Shakespeare and you acted just like you did now. It was the first moment I really saw you, not a Beast, or a cursed Prince, but you, stripped down and honest. It was from that instant that I began to fall in love with you.”

“Well then.” he leaned down, gently pressing his lips against yours. “I guess we shall have to get every copy we can find.”

“Even one in Greek?” you chuckled.

“Especially one in Greek.”

There was cheering as you descended the staircase to the ballroom minutes later. Your smile was wide as you looked out at the human faces of the people you loved and some who were starting to come around to a better way of thinking. Adam lived up to his promise and never left your side, one hand always touching you in some way. Watching him like this was like seeing him for the first time, you didn’t think of him now as either man or the Beast, he was simply Adam and you loved him. The evening flew by in a whirl of music and light, a sensory overload with him as your center, your anchor. You were happy.

Later you watched him laughing with Cogsworth, his blue eyes flashing and his teeth shining. There was that breathlessness again, the feeling that came when your very fiber acknowledged how gorgeous he was, and that he was yours. Your eyes watched his long fingers sliding around a goblet and your mind’s eye responded with an image of them tracing patterns over your bare skin.


You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you realized someone was speaking to you. Before you turned your head you caught Adam’s glance over the rim of his glass, a piercing, almost predatory look that made you realize he had guessed the nature of your thoughts. Your cheeks burned as you turned away to address your companion, feeling his eyes on you.

A hand came around your waist suddenly causing you to jump.

“I believe this is our dance, my love.” he smirked, taking your hand and leading you out to the floor.

For a time you moved together, only your hands touching, yet somehow even that small caress seemed so much more. You knew what this was, welcomed it. The feeling of being swept away was intoxicating and you felt almost drunk as you both moved through the steps of the dance.

“Are you feeling ok?” Adam’s tone was knowing and assured.

You tried to fight through the fog to any semblance of control over yourself.

“How would you feel about growing a beard?” It was meant to be a teasing comment.

His eyes flared as he chuckled then fixed you with a stare.

He growled.


While smiling.

Actually growled, deep and with feeling.

A wave of heat shot through your body, head to toe, your heart hammering in your throat and your stomach at once. Your knees turned into rubber, buckling under you and only a quick thought let you stop before you hit the floor.

His smile was still in place as he brushed his lips across your hand, gently tugging you back into a standing position. One look at his face showed you he had missed nothing. You couldn’t look away as the dance drew to a close, his gaze held you in its grip, his smile never wavering. The music stopped, signaling the end of the ball and for several minutes you were distracted by goodbyes and thank yous.

No one would let you help tidy things up and slowly everyone made their way to their beds, leaving you alone in the ballroom.

Or not.

The candles had been snuffed and only the light from one candelabra remained, moving slowly out of the shadows toward you, in Adam’s hand.

For a moment you wondered if perhaps this was how a rabbit felt when it was being stalked by a wolf. You felt like prey.

You liked it, enjoying the shiver that ran up your spine.

“Come.” He took your hand and directed you up the stairs and towards the East wing.

You climbed in silence, the only light coming from his candles, his thumb tracing circles over the back of your hand.

Your heart beat so hard and fast that you were sure he could hear it, his smile told you he knew exactly the state you were in.

The door to your chamber loomed in front of you now and he let go of your hand, moving to stand behind you. As your fingers grasped the door handle he spoke, his voice low and gruff.

“I’m afraid I have to break my promise to you Belle.”

He stood so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leaned down, his lips pressing against the bare skin of your shoulder.

The breath rushed from your body in a whoosh.

“I have to let you out of my sight for the night.”

No he didn’t, you thought as his mouth trailed toward your neck.

“Why?” you managed to sigh, unconsciously pressing your back against his chest.

“Because, my darling girl…” His teeth nipped at your neck, causing you to moan. “If I keep you in my sights tonight, I’m likely to eat you alive.” You felt his small laugh before his open mouth closed onto your neck, his tongue sliding across the spot he had nibbled at.

“Adam.” Your arm snaked up, your hand sliding across the back of his neck, holding him against you.

“Say my name again.” His voice was raspy and beastlike, his tongue tracing the outline of your ear.


He lifted his head, pressing his nose against your cheek.

“I like that, hearing my name on your lips.”

“I love you, Adam.” Your heart swelled.

“I love you too, Belle.” he whispered roughly before covering your mouth with his own.

Where before there had been tenderness and wonder, now there was passion and want, desire and need. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and your teeth before tracing along the length of your own. With a moan, stifled by his kiss, you responded in kind, your every nerve ending buzzing as your lips and tongue learned the shape and feel of his mouth. Another growl rumbled in his chest when your teeth caught his bottom lip, nibbling and licking as he had done to your neck.

In that moment he wrenched himself away and you turned sideways, facing one another, both breathing heavily, wide eyed and wanting.

“I have to say goodnight, Belle.” he managed to pant, his eyes blazing.

“I know.” You whispered. “I don’t want you to.”

“God!” he groaned loudly, stepping forward.

The candlestick was set on the floor before he pounced, the length of his body pressed against yours as the door held you up. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it loose from its pins, his lips crushed against yours, hard. Your arms wrapped around his torso, crossing over his back, holding his as close as you could. His chest rumbled as lips met and tongues danced.

Here was the Beast.

Long minutes passed in rapture as Adam practically devoured you, lips teeth and tongue blazing hot trails down your neck and across your collarbone. You felt your lips bruising and swelling but didn’t care. Only this mattered. Only him. You wanted him closer, aching with a need you didn’t yet know how to express or even quantify. Your back arched of its own accord, pressing your body closer to is.

“We. Have. To. Stop.” Adam panted against your neck.

You nodded, but made no move to unwrap your arms from around him.

He laughed softly, sliding his hands from your hair, his forehead against yours.

“I want nothing more than to follow you inside that door.”

“I know.” Your throat was dry and your voice sounded so hoarse you barely recognized it.

“When we are married.”


“Very soon.”

He pressed his lips against yours gently, before taking a step back, your arms falling by your sides. You watched him pick up the candlestick.


“Goodnight, my love.”

You waited until even his shadow had retreated before opening the door, finally sliding into bed moments later, arranging the pillows and quilt to imitate his presence beside you.

Somehow you knew that in another part of the castle he was doing the exact same thing.

You ran your fingers over your swollen lips, before closing your eyes with a smile.


Dear Little Sister

Relationship: Winchesters X Sister

Words: 1,479

Warnings: mention of character death, lots of angsty angst

No summary because the title kinda speaks for itself

A/N: I’ve been writing this for over a year, and I finally finished it today, so eo enjoy! Beta’d by the awesome @straightasdeanwinchester, thank you love!!

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Title: Took the Midnight Train (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary:  The reader has to take a latere train, having missed their usual subway home. Call it what you will, fate, destiny. 

Word Count: 1134

A/N: EEP! This was so so fun to write I made Peter a little more confident and not so shy (well i tried i love my bb) and I just also had a lot of fun with writing a different style of reader. Hope you enjoy! 

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anonymous asked:

How bout a scenario with 2P Italy where he's a vampire and kidnaps his s/o and makes her his blood slave?

(Aw hell yeah! Vampires are my shit bro!)

Luciano had lived for centuries. His blood bags had come and gone, but something about this one. Something about this girl made him feel strange. He couldn’t really explain it. He didn’t know what was it about her, but he just craved for her. Usually he would just suck his prey dry and leave their decaying body behind. But she made him feel so different. He didn’t want her to die so quickly. He actually wanted her to stay with him for awhile, maybe even eternity?

He wanted to make her immortal like him, but not turn her into a vampire. Her blood would mean nothing to him if it became that of a vampire. He knew that there had to be a way to keep her human. He knew it was possible as he had heard of it happening. But first he had to get her into his domain and then he could figure it out. He was so close already as well.

She went out faster then he thought he would, honestly he thought she would have a bit more fight inside of her. Oh well that only made things easier for him. He still didn’t know what it was about her that made him want her. Could it be her innocence? That smile? Those bright eyes? That smooth skin? God if only he knew. But he would find it out. He knew he would. Soon he would have all eternity for it and he was oh so very excited for that.

He barely didn’t even notice when she opened her gorgeous orbs. It took her a few moments to realise that she wasn’t at her home anymore, and another few seconds to realise she couldn’t move. She whimpered and started trashing around the ropes. Oh that face, that frightened face made him feel thrilled to bits. It sent such delightful shivers down his spine that he couldn’t get enough of.

He stepped closer to her and it was then that she noticed him. She yelled at him in panic, thrashing around frantically. He didn’t register anything she said. His focus was on those damn kissable lips that he had waited for an seemingly eternity to be able kiss.

The vampire chuckled darkly and loomed over the poor female. He got on top of her and licked at her neck. Making her let out a whimper. “Calm down precious~ There is nothing to be scared of~” Another chuckled escaped past his lips as he sunk his teeth into her neck. His magenta eyes widened and he grinned as he continued to suck on her blood. She cried out in pain and begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever. He had never had such sweet blood before and now that he had found something so delicious. Then he would never let it go. Ever.

After a few moments he pulled away and looked up at her tear stained face, letting a twisted grin appear on his lips. “You taste absolutely delicious, my pet~ I love you so much~” He looked over at the rest of her body and then a dark laugh escaped past his lips. “It’s about time I make you fully mine, my precious pet~” He looked into her fearful orbs and caressed her cheek. “Name’s Luciano. I want you to moan it tonight and you better mean it~” With that said he made her truly his, with nothing but moans and painful whimpers heard throughout the night.

assortmentofloves  asked:

headcanon: otabek 'cool guy extraordinaire' altin is a fucking memer and yuri is Eternally Suffering cuz this fucker will wait until he KNOWS yuri is sleeping and snap him "send nudes" and when yuri replies with a middle finger otabek quick as shit (like the bitch had it ready) sends a fuckign crying pepe face and yuri HATES him

oh my goD GBFYDHF


i can’t stop thinking about this post now and it took me like 20 minutes to find it again but it was well worth it


Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Anonymous said:Hi, could you do an imagine where Emmet wants a pet but he gets upset because he knows he’ll outlive it so you get him a tortoise because those things live till their like 1,000(I’m studying to be a vet &I my teacher has one(if you can somehow reference this I’ll sell my soul to you)). If you don’t want to that’s fine, I just thought it’d be funny and really cute.

A/N: Heya lovely! Of course! I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with! I really found this request cute, and I enjoyed writing it! Omg, that’s so cool that you’re studying to be a vet!!! Thanks so much for your request!  - Admin Kat 💟

  Melancholy wasn’t ever Emmett’s style. No it was not. He’d had the prospect lately of wanting to add a member to the family; certain that no one would injure or harm it. However, finding the perfect pet seemed brutally difficult: Nothing really would outlive him, and there was no possible way for him to prolong his life. One bite from a vampire and the venom would encase it’s veins, making it no more.

  You were certain that he would have sensed it’s presence, the little scuffling in the box, it’s miniature heartbeat. It was a wonder that you’d managed to get a hold of it; with much thanks to Edward!

  “Emmett!” you called his name and quite languidly, slowly, he managed to settle himself to his feet and wander over to you. The sadness hitting him hard. But not for much longer.

  “What is it, babe? The games on.” he beckoned to the glowing television that flashed all sorts of colors, showing the game that he had been eager to see. It was the only thing cheering him up.

  “How is it? Alice’s visions proving a winning streak?” you raised your brows, settling the little box down on the counter. His golden orbs followed it, seeing a dark hump in the middle of the hole punched box.

  “Nah, we’re getting our asses kicked.” he smirked, fingers unhooking the side of the lid, prying it off.

  A little tortoise stared up at him, black orbs blinking. “What’s this?” his wolfish grin spread across his countenance as he picked up the little fellow, - surprisingly tenderly at that -.

  “Well, you know how you wanted a pet?” you murmured pretty sheepishly.

  “Yeah. You got me a tur-”

  “It’s a tortoise!” your brows scrunched together, only causing him to laugh all the more heartily. “They live for around one thousand years, so I figured that it’d be your best option for an edition to the family.” you smiled at his bright, bright orbs that twinkled at the tiny animal.

  “Awesome! I’m gonna name it…” and off he went to watch the game with the little tortoise in his bulky bulbous fare hand. The amounts of options of names that floated around the house… well, let’s just say it took almost a lifetime to come up with one for the little ectothermic critter.

  Emmett was eternally grateful to you.

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So my first experience at the Arnold in Columbus, Ohio was amazing.

We left Boone, NC at around 12:45 in the afternoon and started on the 6 hour drive to Columbus. My girlfriend and my future roommate Hunter came along for the trip. The scenery along the route made me realize how beautiful the eastern United States is compared to where I used to live in Minnesota.

Around 7:15 pm we made it to Ohio State University and caught a Buckeye hockey game. It was fun being right at ice level but they lost to Michigan State! (Insert eye roll here).

After the game we got to the hotel and settled in for the night. I’m not gonna lie, I had trouble sleeping because I was so damn excited for what I knew was coming the next day.

Promptly at 6:30 am I woke up, got in the shower, brushed my teeth and got ready for the day. Then I woke up everyone else and they got ready, as well. We grabbed a quick breakfast at the hotel and made our way to the Columbus Convention Center.

I can’t really explain what I felt walking into the Expo floor. I felt like a kid seeing the candy store for the first time. Honestly, I felt really overwhelmed. The amount of people there right when they opened was more than I would have expected and I knew that there would only be more as the day progressed.

The first day (Saturday) we went around to the booths and picked up all the free stuff we could get our hands on (as any person would have). I was able to meet Mat Fraser, Rich Froning, Katrin Davidsdottir, and Josh Bridges, at the Rogue booth (and Margaux Alvarez, Cole Sager, Dan Bailey, Matt Chan). As the day went on I met 3x Mr. Olympia, Jeremy Buendia. The highlight of the day was meeting Aubrey and Nika (Aubernutter and FitNika) randomly walking through the expo. I’m a really introverted person so I don’t talk a whole lot but I was able to get a video of them saying hi to my friend Caitlyn who freaked out when she watched the video. I’ve followed Aubrey for a few years now and she’s one of the biggest inspirations. As weird as that might sound, I found myself laughing at her videos and snapchats when I first moved to North Carolina after the everything good in my life got ripped away from me. Anyways, enough with the sappy shit, after the expo I took my girlfriend and Hunter to Raising Cane’s for the first time and I think they both fell in love with the chicken fingers. There was only one Raising Cane’s in Minnesota but I would drive an hour to eat there when I was living in Rochester.

Sunday, the last day of the expo, felt like it was going to be an eternity because I was NOT looking forward to the 6 hour drive home after being on our feet all day. We waited in line to meet Christian Guzman for almost two hours and it was well worth the wait. Christian was by far one of the friendliest and welcoming personalities we met that weekend. He took the time to ask where I went to school, how long the drive was, and personal questions about myself. I was surprised at how nice this guy actually was. So fast forward a few hours, we ended up getting kicked out of Steve Cook’s meet and greet line because he had a strict schedule and was going to leave before we got to the front of the line. MAJOR BUMMER. But I suppose it wasn’t all terrible because I got to meet Taylor Chamberlain. The main reason I wanted to go was to meet the Live Fit crew. I can’t remember a whole lot of the interactions I had because I was so star struck meeting them. But I do remember talk to Nick Dompierre for a few minutes, reminiscing on how I used to watch his video parts before I would go out and skateboard during my high school days. But the atmosphere at Live Fit was amazing compared to any of the other booths we visited. Hey genuinely enjoyed what they were doing and it definitely showed.

As we walked out of the convention center, we all decided that we would be back in 2018. The drive home sucked and I didn’t get into bed until 3 am and had morning classes on Monday but I’ll deal with being tired in exchange for that amazing experience.

Reaper76 Week - Day 5 “Over the airwaves”

Does anyone remember, that I took part in the Reaper76 week? Well my tablet died kind during that time. This is why this comic is a little bit late. Hum sowwy fow sat TT_TT 

Anyways, this “comic” is inspired by the song “Until eternity” by Blackbriar. I can say, that I am not completely satisfied with the result, but I am also quite proud of the art! Tell me what you guys think.

Tbh. I’m leaving out the “In another life” day, because I still want to do other stuff, that will never be done when I only do R76 art :P I hope you guys forgive me for that ^_^