There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.
This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.
“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.
“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.
“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.
“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.
“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.
Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”
“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.
Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.
“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.
“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.
“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.
“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”
She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.
“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”
“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.
“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.
“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.
“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.
His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.
“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.
“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”
“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.
“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”
“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.
*** Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.
After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.
“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”
“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.
“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.
“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.
“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”
The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.
She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.
“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.
“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.
*** Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.
“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.
“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.
“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.
*** There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.
There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.
“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.
He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.
“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.
“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.
“Stay,” she says softly.
“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.
She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.
“Stay,” she repeats.
“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.
“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”
He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.
“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”
She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.
“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.
“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”
“Don’t get my hopes up.”
“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.
“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.
“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.
“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.
There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.
(none of that abusive or extremely ooc shit cause…no)
-He never wants the team to feel concerned for him cause they’re in the middle of fighting a war. He doesn’t need to distract them with his problems. So, he talks to anyone he can that’s not on the team.
-Like he did with the yupper, if he makes an alien friend and they’re alone, he’ll try to vent for awhile. He starts to flirt with some aliens and go off with them, so the team thinks everything is good and normal. But when they’re alone and if the chance comes up, he’ll talk about how he feels.
-Everytime, the alien tells him to tell the team, but he just c a n t.
-Lance knows everyone has different connections but he can’t help but notice how Shiro rarely speaks to him and Hunk outside of battle and training.
-Lance won’t show whether he cares or not if someone insults him (unless it’s to keep up his and Keith’s rivalry) but if someone insults his friend(s) he will go ballistic
-Lance and Coran often talk about how they miss their home planets and try to bring each other up by telling stories from Earth and Altea.
-One day Lance decides to experiment with his team (since he’s quite good at reading and testing people) by not speaking unless he was spoken too. He noticed how little people besides Hunk actually talked to him casually.
-“hey Lance are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine.”
Narrator voice: “But he was not fine.”
-Coran suggests doing the mind melding exercise again and it’s kind of concerning how much Lance does n o t want to do it
-Lance’s mom gave him his jacket which is why he wears it so much. It’s like a piece of her.
-Lance has a knack for finding abandoned rooms in the castle like spacious storage areas or balconies. He likes to sit there when his insecurities get the best of him.
-Keith found him in one of those spaces once. They didn’t say a word, just sat in each other’s prescense. Lance only spoke when Keith got up to leave. He said, “Stay.”
-Lance wishes he could start over with Allura and just be nice so she wouldn’t roll her eyes and scoff when he tried to have fun with her (Allura doesn’t realize how the flirting just…stopped).
-The paladins visit a planet with rain and Lance has to try and keep himself from crying when he feels the water-like substance against his skin. (He does but plays it off like it’s the rain hitting his face)
-Lance knows his team isn’t obligated to praise his every action and validate him as much as he thinks he needs, but that doesn’t stop the voice in his head from convincing him that he’s just a seventh wheel after all.
-Once Shiro realizes how the unintential bias was affecting Hunk and Lance, he throughly apologizes and makes an effort to include them more.
-The team will never forget the day they all walked in on him sobbing and their perceptions of him were changed forever.
-From that moment on, they made an effort to include Lance in everything they could. An effort to compliment him when he did something great.
-Lance was extremely grateful. His insecurities were surely a battle with himself more than anything, but the team’s support meant the world to him.
this is your daily reminder that every single main character in the wheel of time is a person of color, except for the crazy russians in the desert, the bipolar messiah with ptsd, and one specific family of royalty
eoghanmcdermott: That was a special evening. Framed in real heartbreak and tragedy, but an incredible display of solidarity. So much talent for a selfless cause. No ego, no demands, no hassle, no delays. Genuinely heartwarming to see all the wheels turning to make it happen. A real triumph. Thanks @niallhoran for the glimpse into a special night. And to @katyperry for yet again being a lovely human. Live music should be safe escapism and that’s what it was tonight. Peace all x #onelovemanchester
Between the tiny dots all over this image I had to paint over, the cutoff parts I needed to redraw/paint & removing the background around all of those damn wheel spokes.. I thought I would never finish this edit….. 😓
So, going off the fact that humans can heal from a crap ton of stuff as long as it wasn't instantly fatal, what if aliens can't? Like, paralysis=death for aliens. Imagine them meeting someone in a wheelchair.
So like someone says “yo imma introduce you to my buddy carol. She’s paralyzed from the waist down so be gentle k? Like no surprise hugs” and alien is like WHY ARE INTRODUCING ME TO A CORPSE
And Carol just wheels in all by herself like sup and the alien goes A ZOMBIE FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES
I just think of all the more possibilities of lance being a TransBoy Rivalry with Keith-
Like it would make even more sense for why he’s jealous of Keith and sees him as a rival. Because lance is working his ass off mentally and physically to catch up but maybe he would feel slightly restricted because he has a female body (and being honest those are typically a bit less fit because they can’t gain as much muscle because of chemical reasons) Lance has to alter his whole look to appear macho and masculine, but then Keith waltzes in here with longer hair and feminine eyes but no one ever doubts his masculinity because biologically he’s a guy. So lance always tries to one up Keith because he feels like he has to prove himself, yet he still just can’t pass him and he could root part of the problem to being trans.
Maybe one reason he could get so homesick is because he misses being surrounded by the people like his family who support him and know. Being out in space he’s surrounded by 6 people and a ton of aliens and they don’t know he’s trans cause he’s hid it so well. Not to mention he doesn’t have hormone treatments in space so he’d start to get a slightly more feminine build do to being off testosterone for so long (but no one would really notice cause of how much training they do so he’d still be really fit). But he notices cause he remembers what it was like to have a feminine body.
7th Wheel Langst-
He feels like a 7th wheel because all his life he was hyper aware of all the things that restricted him such as being trans (and a women earlier in his life) that he doesn’t understand what he offers to the team because he feels like a weak link or a burden because that’s all he’s ever been to his knowledge. He’s always doing his best but he never knows if it’s enough so he feels like everyone is superior to him and that he doesn’t truly belong because sometimes he just stops and feels like things are wrong.
Edit: After Keith finds out he’s galra and needs comfort Lance is the one who comforts him because he knows what it’s like to not know who you are. He knows what it’s like to overcome that “out of body” experience and to just embrace himself. He knows what it’s like to suddenly realize you’re not who you’ve always said you are. So he goes to comfort him and help him through his hard times because he knows. He understands. And he wants to help.
Request: @waiefu : “ok so
reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate
so theyre looking at possible people
they see kylo but misread as kylie
reader sees they have a lot in common
and assuming its a girl picks them
anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”
Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.
A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo
Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.
Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.
So, this is what you received.
Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.
A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?
Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you.
Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?
His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.
He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.
“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”
His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.
“I’m sorry…so sorry.”
Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.
Centuries later in a far away galaxy…
Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.
Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.
Genre: ANGST Words: 2,045 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Depressing and suicidal thoughts, stalking, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
As you laid in bed that night, you realized how utterly alone you felt. Only a few hours ago, you thought you had felt isolated, but then Natasha had met her soulmate and he had wanted her, and you were once again left in the dust. You were always left behind, it seemed. You could never be someone’s priority. You would never be someone’s priority.
The soulmate system was created to ensure that people would be loved. Someone was made specifically to love another. So what could possibly be so wrong with you that made the one person destined to love you not want you? The thought made you nauseous, despite your unwavering, fixed gaze on the white ceiling above you.
You knew you were at an all-time low, but as your brain sorted through your life, taking into account your inability to afford an education, your struggle to pay rent, your lack of any care for you by any outsider, and your aggressive stalker, you felt so burdened by this unwelcoming and unnecessary life. What were you doing? And you knew Natasha cared, she did, but she wouldn’t be there forever to hold your hand. She found her forever, and you were left to watch your forever stay just out of your reach.
Summary: At a carnival, Bucky experiences love at first sight when he sees you, completely blown away by your beauty. Throughout the night, he can’t help himself by making an effort to ask you out, even though he will not take no for an answer.
Word Count: 1,642.
A/N: After watching one of most cliche films ever, “The Notebook”, I got major inspo after watching the scene where Noah meets Allie for the first time. And here we are now, hope you enjoy! :D (this is also based off of pre war!bucky & steve because why not)
The “Osterrad” (easter wheel) is a custom practiced in a few regions in northern Germany. For this tradition, hay is stuffed into a large wooden wheel, then lighted and rolled down a hill at nighttime. A long wooden pole pulled through the wheel’s axle helps it keep its balance. If the wheel reaches all the way to the bottom intact, then a good harvest is predicted. The city of Lügde in Weserbergland prides itself as being the "Osterradstadt" (easter wheel city), since it has followed this tradition yearly for over a thousand years.