Looking at You Always, All Ways

Changkyun wasn't 'really' looking for a pack to belong to. The fact he stumbled into one was all well and good until it wasn't. Alternatively: Changkyun wasn't asking for six soulmates but he got them anyway and now he's not really sure what to do with them. Or the drama his existence seems to bring to any pack he even glances at sideways. But that's what he found when he moved to the not so small town of Izumo.

In between the second and third episodes of season one. Dean was injured by the wendigo. He tried to hide it, but Sam can always tell when his brother is hurt.

The war was worse than the Light side and even some on the Dark side has predicted. Dumbledore decides to save a selected few in hope that his decision will one day save them all.

This ficlet was inspired by the amazing tsuminubiaru's Incoming Call art (see link within) and I just had to write something because it is amazing. Set after 3A before/in 3B. Incoming Call "Come on Stiles, pick up, pick up," Scott cursed as he ran towards the high school. It was always the high school, too. Shit always happened at Beacon Hills High School - at night - when the fucking building was supposed to be locked - so people couldn’t get in and get murdered by some supernatural freak-show. But y’know, shit happens (and Jeff Davis is the writer).

"A fated destiny..." he frowned to himself, briefly tightening his grip on his soulmark. "To be honest, I'd rather not." "You don't exactly have a choice," his father deadpanned. At that, Tadashi scowled. Though this world had a lot of fascinating things, a soulmate was something that he could do without. It's not that he didn't think a soulmate would be interesting, but... The whole thing just seemed so troublesome. (There's a spinning compass on his wrist and an ache deep in his bones, but Tadashi refuses to let that stop him. Not now, when he can finally start over.)

Dragged out by her sister to see a musical, Cosima meets a stranger who turns her evening around.

A collection of the short ficlets I wrote on tumblr. TBC Chapter 31: Sexy Ranger Logan gets objectified.Chapter 32: Erik and Emma judging ALL the hot joggers.

Tina juts her chin playfully, expertly weaving around a stalled pedestrian without breaking her stride. “And what kind of ‘contact’ would that entail, Mr. Scamander?” There’s a playful challenge in her eyes and tone but he doesn’t rise to the bait; instead, he looks thoughtful as he glances around.

Summary: Abe Portman might not have been Enoch soulmate but he did give him the one who is.

Little kids, winter winds, and cute older brothers. Maybe it's crazy to go swimming during the middle of Autumn, but Alfred was never one to be 'normal.' USUK, Human!Au.

Stiles sends Derek to the bar to get the next round because it just makes more sense that the alpha do it. He’s larger, more physically imposing, and has a you-don’t-fuck-with-me attitude that magically clears a space for him wherever he wants to be. So Stiles sends him, even though sending an alpha off to do anything on their lonesome isn’t exactly the norm. But this club is pretty much his home away from home, so Stiles doesn’t see the risk in it.

Playing gigs across the country was Gwaine's idea, not Arthur's. But he agreed to it, so he has to deal with whatever his decision might bring. And what it brings is Merlin.

Alastor’s shadow has a mind of its own, thank you very much. It does what it’s told when it comes to Alastor, but whenever its master has nothing specific planned for it, his shadow likes to wander. To explore the depths of the hotel and try and get a feel for it. Sneaking around, trying to scare other people’s shadows, and see if it can gather any useful information for Alastor. But his shadow is also an extension of its master, the thoughts he cannot bring himself to voice aloud. What happens when his shadow begins to wrap itself around a certain spider?

Once the former Beast, newly human King Adam, alongside his newly wedded wife, Belle, attend various social gatherings featuring the rest of the Disney Royal kingdom, however, as friendships are tangled, secrets revealed, and hints of the Beast's Curse return ever so slowly...things become uncomfortably serious. FEATURING: A Disney cast that are real, flawed human characters. WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS HURT AND COMFORT, PAST CHILD ABUSE, DRINKING, CURSING, ADULT SITUATIONS, BLOOD AND GORE, MENTAL ILLNESSES, AND IS BASICALLY NOT YOUR PARENTS DISNEY CHANNEL. This fic also features Hades, Lord of the Dead, but there isn't really a warning there. He just wanted you to know that. (wink)

It’s disorientating, seeing herself from so many angles, the top of her head and the curve of her spine as she curls over, and she tries to stare at her feet, waiting for the image to fade. Being rolled out to the MRI was almost humiliating, because gossip travels fast and as the people in the hallways connected the dots from “Civilian caught in villainous crossfire” to “SHIELD asset caught in crossfire” to “Darcy Lewis is reading your fucking mind now”. Except it might be easier if she could read every thought in a persons mind, because maybe then it wouldn’t seem like everyones’ brains were constantly thinking about her.

it's Harry and Louis' daughter's first day of reception. the day they've been dreading, their baby girl growing up in front of them {featuring a pregnant Harry, two adorable children, and a loving Louis}

She was always watching him. From beneath the cover of the water, or from behind a rock a ways from the shore, she would find herself lurking behind the waves and sneaking surreptitious glances whenever she could.

Victor was ready. He wanted it, badly. The only problem, unfortunately… was his mate. Or: a companion fic to Retrouvailles, set six years after the Epilogue. Victor wants kids. He’s just not sure Yuuri does too.

It’s the sound that draws him in. At first, he thinks Dean is crying. His hand stills on the doorknob as he listens closer, his brows knitting together with worry. “Oh God,” Dean says in a strangled voice. There’s a soft sound, a strange slicking sound that Cas can’t quite put his finger on. He chews on his bottom lip, a million things running through his mind when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hits him: Dean is touching himself.

she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

His lips were dry and the line of his mouth uneven, crumpled further when he tried to smile. “Oh Juggie,” she whispered, wrapped both arms around his neck. He stood stiff and straight, slowly leaned into her shoulder when he realised Betty wasn’t letting go.

Who knew that the most simple of greetings would determine the outcome of their lives.

“There are those pretty green eyes,” Benny said, quirking up a smile and bringing a hand up to cup Dean’s chin. Dean tilted his head upwards with acquiescence. “Mm, you look desperate for it now, darlin’,” Benny hummed, taking in the almost crazed look in Dean’s eye, the hunger, the want, the need. Dean bit his lip but Benny only brought his thumb up, pulled down Dean’s lower lip, watched Dean lean into the touch. “Well, you’ve been a real good boy, haven’t ya? Little mouthy there at first, but I think we got that all straightened out,” Benny sighed, giving a firm little swat to Dean’s ass, making Dean jump with a soft little gasp. And it was true. Dean could be a huge brat, but with Benny, it was nothing a little spanking couldn’t do. “Well, I’ll fuck you real nice, but,” Benny began, trailing his thumb over Dean’s jaw line. “You gotta beg for it, sugar,” he told Dean, giving him a knowing look.

Set at the end of 02x13 "Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk," Kara admits her feelings to Mon-El, and... things happen. A first time in two parts.

"Monsters, the Breach, the Kaiju masters, all of it playing like torn film haphazardly put back together along his eyelids." Newt struggles with nightmares, Hermann helps, and somewhere in it all they try and figure out what to do with their lives.

Seven-hundred and thirty-three days. Just over two years. That’s how long it’s been since One Direction split up. That’s how long it’s been since Niall saw the four boys he’d always said were like brothers to him.