~ the past is no longer a mystery ~

elevenknope  asked:

Not sure why I'm requesting angst but can you do something for the OT3 with #26? (I will regret this in the morning when I'm thinking straight again!)

Val, I’m sorry this took a million years. And also that it sucks.

It started earlier that day in the cafeteria. Nancy had already ran off to class, while Steve and Jonathan slowly cleared their trays and made their way out. Past a familiar redhead who turned her head when she saw them and smirked. “Oh, Steve, are you a fag now too?”

Neither boy responded, just kept walking, but the silence between them was no longer comfortable.

It bothered Steve, because he hadn’t yet learned to not care. (But he already didn’t care about Nicole or the other wastoids; he just didn’t know what to think of himself. Sitting with his parents a few years ago, watching the nightly news, the new mysterious disease, his dad saying, “Good, maybe that’ll wipe them all out.” A memory he couldn’t shake.)

It bothered Jonathan because it clearly bothered Steve. (It was the word that dug into Jonathan, not the connotation. He knew he was different. But that word…it highlighted the ugliness in the world, he heard it in his father’s drawl. The word smelled like stale beer and felt like broken glass.)

And it was still bothering them at 8:30 that night, as they sat with Nancy in her living room, studying (or at least trying to). Her parents were out, Mike in the basement, Holly already put to bed. Nancy kept glancing at the boys, and could easily guess that something had happened. Neither seemed to be concentrating on his work. She was about to ask what was wrong when Jonathan stood up.

“I should go.”

“What?” Nancy asked, head cocked quizzically. Steve merely flicked his eyes up to him.

“I shouldn’t…be here. This..” He waved his hand, unsure of what to say. But Nancy knew what he meant, of course she knew.

“Wait, are you like, leaving?” All three knew what she meant by that, could hear the unsaid “us.”

“You guys deserve more. You were already perfect.” He rubbed his neck, unsure of how to say more.

Steve jumped up. “No, I should go.”

“What??” Nancy asked, whipping her head to look at him.

“I’m the one who doesn’t belong here. You two belong together. Everything you went through-”

Jonathan cut him off. “You went through stuff too.”

Steve sighed and looked at the floor. “But you guys know who you are and what you want and I…” He trailed off, thinking and I’m not sure. He shook his head. “I’ll go.”

“No, I’ll go.”

“No-” Jonathan interrupted him, grabbing his arm, memories of fist against face, memories of touches and smiles and singing at the top of their lungs in the car. They stood staring at each other, heavy breaths and trembling hands and wide eyes.

Nancy softly walked up to stand beside them. She clutched at their jackets and whispered, “Please stay. I love you.”

It wasn’t clear which one she was talking to but it didn’t matter because she loved them both. They didn’t answer but she knew they loved her too. And she knew deep down they loved each other. That was okay with her; they’d work up to that.

They stayed. They always stayed. 

Trembling Blue - TheHonorableMrsMcCarthy - Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson
Characters: Phryne Fisher, Jack Robinson
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Light Bondage, Triggers, Past Abuse

Yes, I realize how appalling it is that this has taken so long to post. It was as if I had been caught up planning a large event in May, or something…Anyway, this also took longer because I felt the need to change it to Phryne’s POV and well, that meant a major rewrite of the chapter. This scene is Phryne’s POV just moments before the events of chapter one. Ooh, non-linear storytelling. *be dazzled*

A change of Fate (Ardyn Izunia)

I’m back!

I have finally managed to complete another imagine after a series of unfortunate events that affected me the past month. I had this in the process of writing and I was in and out of motivation for writing it, but when it struck, I was typing like a lighting goddess, lol. This is my very first Ardyn imagine, and for this one, I know he has a charming personality combined with his mysterious intentions, but I kinda changed up his personality to help fit the mood and the profile of the reader/you. I spent some time reviewing this one and I have to admit that it turned out WAY longer than I thought it would be, but hopefully you all will love it :)

Word Count: 6875 (It’s longer enough to be a chapter of a book!)

Warnings: Angst. Lots.

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Punk!Michael Imagine

Summary: He was everything your dad hated, everything you were never supposed to associate with. Though it’s something about the way his lips feel on your skin that create a longing you’ve never quite felt before. But when trouble ensues, as it usually does when you’re close with Michael, you’ll have to choose between the mysterious punk boy and the future you’ve worked so hard for. 

A/N: I’ve been writing this for the past week and it turned out way longer than I thought but you guys voted to have one long piece as opposed to two parts, so grab a snack and get comfy cos you’ll be here awhile…anyway I hope you enjoy:)

~Approx. 7.8k words~
~Warnings: Light smut, mentions of drugs, swearing~

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terrible tudors, gorgeous georgians, slimy stuarts, vile victorians, woeful wars, ferocious fights, dingy castles, daring knights. horrors that defy description, cut throat celts, awful egyptians, vicious vikings, cruel crimes, punishments from ancient times. romans: rotten, rank and ruthless. cavemen: savage, fierce and toothless. groovy greeks, brainy sages, mean and measly middle ages. gory stories we do that. and your host a talking rat. the past is no longer a mystery. welcome to HORRIBLE HISTORIES.

posh residential areas of england gothic
  • you are in queen’s court. you were supposed to be in queen’s lane - or was it queen’s road? you see a sign pointing you towards queen’s street, and you realise you no longer know where you are or where you should be. you fall to your knees, hopelessly lost in this queen’s maze.
  • “private road”, says the traffic sign. “no entrance.” looking down the road, you see it’s fully signalled, with lights, signs and markings on the asphalt. however, it seems to lead to nowhere and you never see anyone using it. you wonder about the mysteries of the private road.
  • walking past a row of houses, you see how neatly the hedges have been cut into walls. a bit too neatly, in fact; all of them blend together and become nearly featureless green rectangles. you feel like you’re in a computer simulation with low-poly graphics, and for a second you doubt the reality of everything around you.
  • you walk past a church. it is old and grandiose, truly a historical relic. a couple of blocks later, you walk past a church. it is old and grandiose. truly a historical relic. you turn to another street and walk past a church. it is old and grandiose, truly a historical relic.

fairy tail, natsu pov, regarding lucy’s scent

spoilers? i guess? a little? to natsu’s backstory 


it does bother him a little, at first.

her scent is familiar, like a memory from a dream (something from days long past when it was just him and igneel), and he can’t place it. he’s pretty sure they’ve never crossed paths before that day in hargeon, so why he feels like he might know her scent is a mystery, and it’s annoying.

with time, though, that familiarity takes a different shape.

it’s no longer a scent that tugs at some long-forgotten memory, but rather something soothing, like home, something that he can pick up from hundreds of yards away, just like he can recognise her voice, her heartbeat in a sea of people.

(he doesn’t even tell happy, but he never gets quite so restful a night’s sleep as when he manages to get away with sleeping in her apartment, where he’s surrounded by her smell.)

he doesn’t question it. she is his partner as much as happy is, so it seems only natural to him to have her so ingrained into his very being. he can’t imagine a world where that’s not the case.

(he sees the woman in the memories he’s shown by his subconscious, an almost perfect replica of lucy, and something tugs again, a will-o’-the-wisp thing, barely there and then gone in a flash. but no matter who she might have been to him, she’s nothing but a faded memory, and lucy is lucy and she’s more important.)

(he doesn’t think about how long his and lucy’s destinies have been entwined.

that isn’t what’s important.

not now.)


here’s the playlist as i promised! i split it into two because there were too many songs haha.

click here to listen > [ part 1 ] | [ part 2 ]

song list under the cut!

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“Why, whatever did you think this was? What all of these past few years have been?

"Lysandre saw your potential at exactly the same moment I did, but he was far too impatient and propositioned you straight away. I took a more careful approach, tested you, observed you, giving you the enormous task of uncovering the mysteries behind Mega Evolution in my stead, making sure you practised your potential, helped develop it into something more.

"Granted, it took a little longer than I’d initially intended…but I had to make sure. And I am very pleased with the results. After assessing your progress, I can easily say with pride that you’ve exceeded my expectations, and I am now offering you the chance to join us.

"Now, please sit back, and allow me to further convince you why you should accept.”

Mmmyeah I’ve discovered that I have a nasty habit of trying to make fanon out of canon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After replaying Pokemon X, I’ve noticed that the games give so many opportunities to play around with the idea of Sycamore’s involvement with Team Flare, and I couldn’t pass it up :D

  • calcifer: alright but being that dramatic all the time isn't necessary though like you don't HAVE to do it, you know
  • howl, as he looks off in one random direction for whatever fucking reason, remaining silent for far longer than he should before he finally speaks up as sophie walks past him w/ a broom to sweep for the sixth time that day: [trying to sound as ominous and mysterious as possible, for whatever fucking reason] someone has to
The Mysterious Girl ( Peter Maximoff x Reader )

Originally posted by colorlessmidnight

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

A/N: Hey! This part is a little longer than previous, but there is more Peter. I hope you like it.

Reader’s POV

I have been on the run for two months. I can’t decide should I go back to prison or keep on running. If I stay on the run I will need new identity and who is better than the person who always helped my family? Of course he didn’t help us because he liked us, he helped because we would pay him, a lot. He was really good with documents, he was second best, Caliban was the best. More people knew about Caliban so, my parents decided for somebody who is not that known, but who is still good at creating IDs and that man was Peter Quinn.

The old building hasn’t changed, there are a few windows and broken walls. I was carefully walking down the hall to his office, while the glass was cracking under my feet. I opened the door and the only thing that was separating me and Quinn was an old dusty table.

˝ (Y/N), you haven’t changed, I see˝ His voice was raspy and he looked older. Like time has run him over.

˝I can’t say the same for you, Quinn˝

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Jinkies! Scooby Apocalypse #1 hits shelves this week.

Generation X and Old Millennials, rejoice!

For the past few months the Scooby Doo franchise, under the watchful eye of DC Comics has been redesigned and reimagined to come back to life, this time not just for kids, but for their long time faithful fans—us!

Here’s the lowdown from dccomics.com

“Those meddling kids—Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and their dog, Scooby-Doo—get more ghost-debunking than they bargained for when faced with a fundamental change in their world. The apocalypse has happened. Old rules about logic no longer apply. The creatures of the night are among us, and the crew of the Magical Mystery Machine has to fight to survive—because in the apocalyptic badlands of the near-future, the horrors are real!

This new monthly series takes Scooby and the gang to a whole new level and features character designs by comics superstar Jim Lee!”

Scooby Apocalypse #1 hits shelves on May 25th for $3.99!

Don’t miss it guys!

Lewis Sings - Ghost
Original by Mystery Skulls
Lewis Sings - Ghost

(( Attempt: Made. ))

(( I am not at 100 percent recovered yet, but I am much better than before. I managed to not wheeze. I have not coughed in the past couple days, so I went with this. The sadly downfall of not messing with audacity recently? It tried to corrupt, and I forgot what my settings were I used previously. So I winged half this. Then my FL STUDIO 9 no longer worked at all, so I had to use all of FL STUDIO 10 to adjust the audio files and the music arranging. Audacity for putting it all together was tough, but it worked. ))

(( I also tried a pitch shift near 75 percent of the song through and dropped it lower, into an ominous tone, to signify a terrible flash back, like it’s haunting. ))

(( Have Lewis singing Ghost, the fandom’s birth song. ))

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>psychic:</b> *reads my mind*<p/><b>my mind:</b> Terrible Tudors, gorgeous Georgians, slimy Stuarts, vile Victorians, woeful wars, ferocious fights, dingy castles, daring knights! Horrors that defy description, cut-throat Celts, awful Egyptians, vicious Vikings, cruel crimes, punishments from ancient times! Romans; rotten, rank and ruthless, cavemen; savage, fierce, and toothless, groovy Greeks, brainy sages, mean and measly middle ages! Gory stories we do that, and your host a talking rat! The past is no longer a mystery, welcome to... HOR-RIBLE HIST-OR-IES!!!!<p/><b>psychic:</b> what the fuck<p/></p><p/></p>