what even is your name

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books read in 2017 (3/??) | Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman

The light of my eyes, I said, light of my eyes, light of the world, that’s what you are, light of my life.

Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to make a Yandere Jumin? Or even more Yandere Yoosung?

I’ll definitely make more Yandere Yoosung! lool

And Yandere Jumin? Hmmm

Maybe I can draw some Yandere Jumin~

(HEAVY SPOILERS ahead but) listen okay listen my dudes. are you listening. ive watched kimi no na wa like. 15 times already (bc that shit is THAT good. fuck i love it THAT much) and like. listen. fucking listen. the fucking ending. it always fucking gets me. every single time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. 15 TIMES. IT HAS MADE ME CRY 15 TIMES. I HAVE NO (NO!!) IDEA WHAT IT IS THAT HITS ME SO DEEPLY AND PERSONALLY IN THE FINAL SCENE BUT I ALWAYS??? EMOTIONALLY COLLAPSE. IT AFFECTS ME AS HARD AS THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT. 

Just… fuck, dude, the song. fucking nandemonaiya. their desperate faces as they run. the panning of the camera over the scenery. Mitsuha’s heartbroken face when Taki passes by her on the stairs. Taki’s internal struggle for a few seconds (that feel like hours!!) on whether to say something or not. ‘Have we met somewhere before?!’. Mitsuha’s shock and her crying smile. ‘I think so too’. THE TITLE DROP.
GOD…….. THAT TITLE DROP. 
AND THEN
FUTARI NO AIDA TOORI SUGITA KAZE WA…… FUCK YOU

EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Hey, remember all those 90s sitcoms where the leading actor is basically just playing a wacky, cartoonishly exaggerated version of themselves, to the point that they don’t even bother to give the character a different name?

What would yours be about?

Of Nosebleeds and Soulmates

Soulmate AU where your clock starts counting from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate.  

As Castiel looks down at his favourite sweater, now partially soaked in his blood, he can’t believe he waited  22 years, 29 days, 18 hours, 56 minutes and 37 seconds for this.

Based on this post by @silentpeaches that I’m sure everyone and their grandma has seen by now.

(AO3)

“Cas.” Anna looks at him sweetly as she takes a seat opposite him. “Can you get me chicken nuggets?”

“You literally just ordered your food,” Cas says, nodding his head at the tray she’d set down between them.

“I know, but I got stuff from the Chinese place and the McDonald’s queue is too long,” she replies, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

Cas rolls his eyes, pushing away from the table. “Fine.”

“You’re the bestest little bro in the world!” Anna grins, handing over some money.  

“Bestest isn’t even a word,” Cas mutters as he dodges people left and right.

Castiel hasn’t been standing in line for more than a few minutes when the man in front of him - gesturing wildly to the redhead next to him - hits him in the face. Hard.

Cas’ head snaps back and he hears an “oh fuck!” but he doesn’t know if it’s him who says it or someone else.

“Shit, shit, I am so sorry,” the man says, bringing his arms up but then dropping them to his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.”

Castiel can feel blood trickling down his neck and can taste it on his tongue and it’s the most unpleasant thing in the world right now. He wrinkles his nose in disgust but that just sends a wave a pain through it and he winces.

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Count of Three

[Aka.: the big bang fic I’m working on]

Summary: Lance and Keith wake up in a cell with no recollection of who they are or how they got here. While it certainly wasn’t ideal, it was something they could deal with - that is, until they found out that their capturers were aliens (actual, real life aliens) that accused Keith of being something called a “Galra” and Lance of being his “Excazcán”. When the aliens decide to pull out torture devices and guns to make them talk, they decide that it is about time to go.

And that’s how they end up making their way across an unfamiliar planet, get chased by the alien police, steal a camel (amongst some other stuff) and accidentally become the leaders of a shady underground gang. At the end of the day it is, according to Lance, “the best date ever”.


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“Just. Please stop talking,” the guy responded in a pained tone. He had his eyes closed again and lowered himself back onto the ground. Did he want to go to sleep? If they hadn’t been in this situation, he might have joined him, actually; the idea certainly was tempting with the killer-headache he was sporting. 

But alas, they were in this situation, and if the guy really wanted to go back to sleep then he was shit out of luck. He had a few urgent questions that he needed answers to. Right fucking now.

“No can do, buddy. I need to know who my cellmate is,” he said grimly. 

For a moment the guy didn’t react at all, then he shot up as if someone had thrown freezing water onto him. “We are in a cell?!” he asked with wide eyes. 

“Yep. And we are wearing matching outfits, apparently. Were we going to a convention or something? Are we divers? Astronauts? I don’t recognize what characters we are supposed to be.” The guy didn’t react at all, he just stared at nothingness, seemingly a little dazed. Growing impatient, he snapped his fingers. “Hello? Dude? We are in jail. Mind telling me how we got here? Mamá is going to kill me!”

Finally the other guy’s eyes settled onto him. “Mam- no, nevermind that. How did we end up in jail?!”

“I don’t know, that’s what I was just asking you!”

“Well, I don’t know either!”

Why don’t you know?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know, okay! Who are you even?!”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. He had only screamed that because he had needed to scream something - but a wave of dread washed over him when he realized that he really didn’t know. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I don’t know who I am.”

All the Time in the World

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

All the Time in the World

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Hello lovelies! May I request a Pietro Maximoff x reader soul mate au (because I’m both Pietro and soul mate au trash) where the reader is an Avenger? And Idk like super fluffy? Thanks love!

Note: I missed my speedy babe!! Okay, here goes.

Pietro didn’t have a soulmate mark. Everyone on planet earth was born with one, but he couldn’t find it. As he grew older, he expected it to appear, but it didn’t. Not even after the experiments. Not even after the one night stands with the Sokovian girls. Not even after he joined the right side of the battle.

Maybe that was what made him so reckless, so eager to lay his life down for his sister, for his new friends, for a man he barely knew and the child in his arms. What did he care if he died? He didn’t. The white-haired speedster had no reason to live because he had no one to love.

When the world went black, he wasn’t surprised. He knew it would end like this. Because he was reckless. But he didn’t expect it to be so cold. So dark. He wasn’t sure where he existed now. Maybe he was a ghost. Maybe it he tried hard enough, he could appear to Wanda…tell her goodbye.

The darkness didn’t last long.

“Pietro?” A voice. He knew that voice. But from where? “Come on, buddy. You’re almost there.” It was the archer. Clint. Where was he?

“Pietro!” Another voice. Wanda. Her voice was accompanied by the steady beats of a heart monitor. His heart monitor. A heart monitor meant a heartbeat, and a heartbeat meant-

It was so bright. The moment he opened his eyes, he had to squint to see, to make out the colored shapes that surrounded him.

“There he is.” Stark. “Took you long enough, speedy. Gave your sister quite the scare there.”

“You idiot!” Wanda hugged him fiercely, not caring if she hurt his newly-healed body. “You stupid, stupid boy!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pietro chuckled, holding his sister in his arms. “I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Barely.” Bruce was looking over his papers. “You got lucky. Very lucky. If it weren’t for the CRADLE…you might not be here at all.”

“I hate you.” Wanda mumbled into his shoulder. He only held her tighter.

“I missed you too.” He whispered. And he meant it.

It was a day of celebration. The Avengers threw a party to celebrate their fallen’s return. And the entire time, Pietro kept looking at a stranger across the room. He couldn’t explain why, but there was something about them that was impossible to describe.

“Are you even listening to me?” Wanda waved a hand in front of her brother’s face, immediately snapping him back to reality.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“When did you get a tattoo?” Wanda asked.

“What tattoo?” Pietro asked. Wanda pulled up the sleeve of the suit jacket her brother was wearing. Sure enough, it was there. Clear as day.

(Y/N) (L/N).

Pietro’s breath caught in his throat, his words stuck. His heart raced faster than usual. He knew what this was. It was a soulmate tattoo.

“That’s her name.” Wanda whispered, subtly motioning across the room just as you walked out onto the balcony to get some air. “She’s your-”

He was gone when she blinked, and in his path, there was a rush of wind.

Your hair blew in front of your face as the door behind you shut. And suddenly, you weren’t alone anymore. It was him. The one that had come back to life, the reason your new team was even celebrating. What was his name again? No one had told you. To Wanda, he was ‘my brother’, and the rest of them had only ever referred to him as ‘Speedy’ or as Clint had so eloquently worded it, ‘that asshole’.

“Hi there.” He greeted somewhat shyly. What was happening to his prowess? He had always been good with women, even before he had become a superhuman. But now, not so much. He swallowed thickly and dared to meet your eyes. “I’m Pietro. Maximoff. I…died, and-”

Your eyes snapped up to his the moment he introduced himself. Your jaw drifted open and your heart pounded. You felt like your stomach had twisted itself into a knot.

“W-what did you say your name was?”

“Pietro Maximoff.” His voice was a whisper, and his delicious accent was like music to your ears. Slowly, you pulled back the sleeve of your black dress. His name was written there in his quick messy handwriting. Gently, he raised his hand to touch your forearm, calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin.

Once he had stared at the tattoo for a long moment, he showed you his. You took his wrist and pulled it to your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the first letter of your name. Pietro sighed, exhaling a shaky breath. You rushed into his arms, clinging to his torso and hugging him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around you.

“I-I could have lost you before I even knew you…” you shook as you held him, tears streaming down your cheeks. It made him hold you tighter.

“I’m here.” He whispered. “I’m here and I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

It was a promise he intended to keep.

When you returned to the party, hand in hand, Pietro introduced you to his sister, who you had already met, and a few of the others.

“You’ve been together all of what, three minutes and you already have matching tattoos?” Clint teased. “Slow down, kids. You’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Uncle Clint,” You hugged him.

“Uncle?”

“What, Speedy? You didn’t see that coming?” he chuckled.

“No, I guess I didn’t.” Pietro smirked and then wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Congratulations.” Clint smiled and ruffled the speedster’s silver hair beneath his hand. “I’m happy for you. For both of you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. After you spread the good news to the others, Pietro dragged you out to the dance floor. He was quite the dancer. He spun you around and pulled you close. His scruff rubbed against the skin of your cheek as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

“And I love you, Pietro Maximoff.”

Pennies and Dimes for a Kiss

Title and inspiration from “Call Me Maybe” because that’s still in rotation on my iPod. I regret nothing.

Pennies and Dimes for a Kiss

“Jynnnnn,” Bodhi caroled, bouncing back to where Jyn hunched over the cash box, grousing to herself as she sorted nickels out of the quarter dish. “You’re up.”

She looked up at her best friend since kindergarten. “I’m what?”

“Up, you’re up.” He slapped two crumpled dollar bills and a fistful of change onto the table. “Special request. Pucker up, buttercup.”

“Oh, no,” she said firmly. “I may have agreed to this archaic, borderline sexist, definitely batshit idea of yours for a kissing booth - “

“Because I can talk you into anything.”

“Because it’s going to charity.” And because he could talk her into anything, and for the past twelve years, he had. “But it was on the clear condition that I take the money - “

“I know that - “

“- and that’s it. These lips are not for sale, bub, so you can tell whoever it is where they can stuff their special request.”

Bodhi kept grinning. “Why don’t you check who it is before you reject them out of hand?”

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Byun Baekhyun// Psych - Part 3

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 3/6)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 6,728

Part 1 Part 2 Part Part 5

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|| you belong with me ||

[[request prompt: so, i thought maybe the reader is friends with peter, ned, and michelle, but is also the daughter of tony stark. she is jealous of peter’s feelings for liz because she is in love with him. homecoming arrives and peter goes with liz, and the reader is invited by flash. during the dance, the reader tries to have fun with flash and michelle, her best friend, but can’t when she sees peter dancing with liz. she leaves in the middle of the dance to get some fresh air, but she gets kidnapped when the vulture suddenly appears.

in the end, spider-man saves her and the reader accidentally confesses her feelings for him. if possible, can you finish it with kisses? Please, I know my request is a little long]]

a kind reader sent in this request during drabbleday week, but it was too long to condense it to a mere 500 words drabble. instead, i chose to make a full one shot out of this so lol drabbleday will continue tomorrow. for today, this story will be the only one that’s posted.

also, in order to include more diverse fem!readers, i’m going to make the reader character Tony’s ADOPTED daughter.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.

A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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One of a Kind (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.

The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.

It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.


You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.

“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.

“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.

“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.

“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.

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