Light-glare

thoughts

A/N: i wanted to write a small fic so here it is! it’s my first riarkle fic so i’m sorry if there are any errors haha


It’s two in the morning, and Riley Matthews can’t sleep.

She doesn’t know why. She’s twisted and turned and counted sheep and played calming music and done everything she could possibly do to lull herself to sleep but it’s not working.

(She knows why. She just doesn’t want to admit it.)

So she grabs her phone from her nightstand, squinting at the sudden glare of light, and taps her conversation with Farkle Minkus. It’s late, and he might be asleep, but she knows he won’t mind seeing a few messages from her the next morning. And she doesn’t mind having a temporary one-sided conversation with herself.

Hey, she types, and her phone emits a little swoosh noise as the message sends. Late night thoughts are confusing. Thinking at two in the morning with your brain feeling like a mushy puddle of soup is confusing. Life is confusing.

Are you okay? The message pops up as she’s composing her next one.

She raises her eyebrows a little. Why are you awake? You should be asleep.

So should you, comes the reply, and her mouth lifts into a small smile. You all right over there?

Why shouldn’t I be?

I heard about Lucas and Maya.

She presses her lips together. Oh.

Is that why you aren’t asleep?

She pauses, thumbs hovering over the tiny keyboard, then quickly dashes out, Maybe. I don’t know.

Farkle doesn’t reply, but she doesn’t mind, because she knows he will, eventually. Because he’s always there.

She says, Love is confusing.

He tells her, Don’t we all know it.

What’s love like?

I couldn’t tell you if I tried.

They’re silent for a while more, but Riley’s still clutching her phone under the covers, and she knows Farkle’s still there, too.

Two minutes pass, and she asks, Can I call you?

Sure, is the almost-immediate reply.

She taps on his number without even needing to look at the screen, because he’s always the first one in her recents list. He picks up in the middle of the second ring.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and he sounds tired, his voice hoarse.

“Hey,” she whispers back. “I’m really sorry, am I keeping you up?”

“No,” he says. “I couldn’t sleep.”

She sighs. “I can relate.”

“Seriously, though. Are you okay?”

A pause. Then, “I don’t know.”

He’s quiet for a while, and she clutches the phone just a little tighter.

“Farkle?”

“Here.”

“Yeah?”

“Always.”

She drifts off to sleep with the slight crackling of static and the soft sounds of Farkle’s breathing still sounding over the phone.

We are made to serve people and love the world - to be a light to those in darkness. It is the One who is in us that gives us the power and the ability to be a bearer of light.

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Persis Khambatta as the Deltan alien Lieutenant Ilia in Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979) 

Persis was the 1965 Miss India, and she got her big break into Hollywood through this movie. Producer Robert Goodwin said, “When we did the tests, we knew it was Persis from the beginning. Some people just look good with bald heads. Some don’t. And there was just something great about her, a real exotic aspect. So we knew it was her. [Paramount Executive Michael] Eisner saw the tests and that was it. He said ‘That’s fine.’” However, Persis did not enjoy having to be exotic and bald for the movie and said at the time, “If someone kissed me, you know, was really making out with me, he would get five-o'clock-shadow burns.” Her head had to be shaved on set daily and heavy makeup was applied to her scalp in order to protect it from the harsh glaring lights on the set. She did have one good thing to say about being bald; “It felt real sexy when I soaped down in the shower.“ 

As for being exotic, after Star Trek TMP, Persis had a hard time being cast for roles. She said “How many roles are there for actors with accents or foreign looks? I knew I was not about to displace the Florence Henderson types as the mother on shows like The Brady Bunch. If there is an exotic woman it’s always a terrorist role. The American audience’s limited expectations cause Hollywood’s trepidation, and, like an albatross, they limit the textural realism that today’s writer and director can create.” Disappointments followed her initial success but she was, for a moment, the beautiful bald brown alien in space, someone who broke barriers and captured imaginations, and that is a fitting legacy for someone as unique and charismatic as Persis.

Safe Place - Stiles Stilinski

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*gif is not mine, found through google image search*

Request: Can I have an imagine with stiles when you get hurt on a mission and stiles realizes he can’t protect you as good as Scott can and he distances himself from you and you get scared that he doesn’t like u anymore but then you guys talk and work it out and a lot of fluff! Thank you

A/N: So this is my first request. It’s kinda short and idk what to think of it, but I definitely tried my best and I hope the person who requested this is still satisfied with how it turned out.

Warnings: Not really, a few injuries, other than that pure fluff <3

( female reader)

I slowly opened my eyes, instantly closing them when bright, glaring lights blinded me. Next to me I could hear the quiet beeping sound of an heart monitor and it smelled really sterile, like hand sanitizer or something like that. Typical hospital smell.

“(y/n), babe? Can you hear me?”

“(y/n) ? Wake up come on.”

“Guys I don’t think she will wake up.”

“Do you say that as a banshee or as a pessimist ? Please say the latter.”

There were different voices talking but all I could focus on was the immense pain I felt in my body, especially in my left arm.  I tried opening my eyes again and I slowly came to my senses. In front of me where Scott, Lydia and my boyfriend Stiles, staring at me in concern.

Seeing that I was now fully awake, Stiles reached out to gently touch my cheek.

“Hey” my voice was still hoarse but I managed to give him a weak smile.

“How are you feeling?” he asked my softly, while pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“It hurts. What happened? I can’t remember.” I asked in confusion. Scott took a step forward explaining the events of last night to me.

Apparently we were on a mission to stop a young beta at full moon. He was heading towards the school and attacked a few students that had sneaked into the library. In the middle of the fight, I was thrown through the big front window. Stiles and Lydia drove me to the hospital while Scott and Derek, who was hurt and is at Deaton’s at the moment, stayed to fight the beta.

The nurse gave me the last instructions when to take the different meds and I was dismissed.


Today was the first day I was allowed to go to school again. Lydia picked me up in the morning to help me with my things because I had a cast on my left arm, which was broken. Even though the thought of Mr.Harris talking was not appealing to me, I was excited to see Stiles. I missed him a lot. He did not come over once and it really worried me. He send various saying he’s busy with pack stuff. I don’t get why he’s acting so off lately.

“So just talk to about it.” Lydia said while we were at our lockers.

“I don’t know Lydia. I don’t want to push him. It’s probably nothing and I’m just overreacting.” I mumbled, unsure of what to do.

“It’s up to you, but if you ask me, he’s acting like a dick. Confront him.” Was the last thing she said before going to her class room.


Okay. Lydia was right.

The whole school day, Stiles avoided me. When we had a lesson together, he did not once look up from his sheet. After gym class, I tried to meet him at the boys locker room but he turned around and almost ran away, as if he didn’t see me. In the lunch break he was nowhere to be found and he didn’t answer my Where are you? text either.

So I decided to show up at his house and confront him about his weird behavior.

Fortunately, the Sheriff let me in and told me Stiles was up in his room. Knocking at this before entering it, I saw my boyfriend sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands. Hearing my footsteps, he instantly looked up and was obviously surprised to see me.

“Oh, (y/n), hey. Wha- what are you doing here?” he stuttered, fiddling with his hands and getting up from his bed in a clumsy motion.

“Just trying to find out if my boyfriend still likes me.” I said jokingly, even though it practically wasn’t a joke at all.

“What do you mean? Uh, just, first, sit down.” He motioned for me to seat myself on his bed before he sat down again too.

“You’re kidding aren’t you? You’ve been avoiding me all day. No, actually, you’ve been avoiding me all week. I just don’t get what I did wrong. Stiles, I thought we were at a point where we could talk to each other when something is wrong.” I explained, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

“It’s just.” He sighed and looked down at his lap. “When you got hurt, I felt so powerless. I wanted to help you, to protect you, but I couldn’t. I don’t have huge fangs and claws or magic healing. I can’t do the things Scott can. And now you’re involved in this whole supernatural mess, because of me, and I can’t even protect you.”

I reached out to grab his cheek, making him look at me. There were tears threatening to spill out of his eyes and my heart almost broke at the sight.

“Stiles, that’s bullshit.” giving him a reassuring smile, I continued. “You’re always protecting me. Who is there for me at night when I get nightmares? Who is always boosting my confidence, telling me how much I’m worth? Who is there to dry my tears whenever I’m sad or hurt? Who always has my back? It’s you, Stiles. You’re my safe place.

At that point, I was crying too. The boy in front of me, who means everything to me, opened his arms, gesturing me to hug him. That’s how we held each other for the whole night.

My head on his chest, me silently listening to his steady heart beat and my body absorbing his warmth.

This is where I felt safe, this is where I wanted to be and stay forever.

He made me forget about the supernatural, even if it’s just for a while, and I loved him.