let me talk to you about a maia/alec/simon friendship,
- they all have a group chat which mainly consists of blurry, badly angled photos maia and alec have took on the sly of simon falling down because simon always denies that he’s clumsy
- the group chat is also where maia and simon take the piss out of how many times alec mentions magnus in his texts
- listen as much as they’d tease each other, they’d also be so protective of each other like clary comes running to simon again because she needs something and maia and alec are literally like “ I think the fuck not”
- remember when jace told alec that his best just isn’t good enough, yeah.. maia and simon absolutely lost their shit when they found out about that and honestly when does maia ever miss out on an opportunity to punch blondie in the face?
- I bet you they’ve stayed up all night multiple times arguing over what a character should of done in a book they’ve all read and the argument gets so heated that they literally ignore each other for like a solid 8 hours the next day
- alec and simon are two of the first few people (the first being luke) maia invited to her graduation after she finished her marine biology course, the boys enlisted magnus and izzy’s help to throw her a party to celebrate
- let’s say a certain someone does something dumb again, you know the three of them are gonna be sitting at the hunters moon bitching over it because honestly at this point, they’re so done with everything
- as soon as magnus and alec announce the date of their wedding, you know for a fact maia and simon would already be planning alec’s bachelor party
- they’d honestly just be hilarious together like you put them all in the same room and it would be comedy gold like there’s no question about it
“Please tell me you didn’t kill someone, I’m not ready for that yet” & “if you don’t shut up, my inner Latina will throw a chancla at you.”
#19 & #29 with Sebastian Stan
You’d never had imagined yourself working in the police force. Sure, when you were younger like every little kid you went through every job there could’ve been, and police had been there, but when you graduated high school and didn’t decide what you wanted to do, you chose criminology out of the blue, and here you were 10 years later, at the ripe age of 28 working as a CSI detective in LA.
You had just gotten the job working in LA. Before that you were just a CSI for the little police station your hometown had. You never did much there. You would just inspect break ins and robberies to see if you could get a lead on who had down it. You had not yet experienced the big stuff.
It was an mid afternoon on a Thursday when the head of the CSI department came into your workspace. It was te first time since you had been here that you had been approached by your section boss outside of a meeting.
“Y/L/N, we got a job for you.”
You stood up from your seat and approached him “What do you need me to do sir?”
He handed you a yellow folder which was filled with some papers about the case. “It’s a break in and robbery up in the Hollywood Hills. Some actor apparently, wants someone to go check the scene out.”
You nodded, looking through the file. “Should I head over there now?”
Your boss nodded. “Yea, he asked for immediate assistance. So get your equipment ready and go over there. The address is on the first page of the booklet. Some cops will be over later in the afternoon to ask some questions and help with the clean up, apparently whoever broke in made a mess.”
“Well okay then, I’ll just grab my things and get going.”
Some time later you found yourself outside a big house up in the hills. You were quite taken aback by the house, never having seen one so big. You could just imagine the importance and net worth of the person living in it. You walked up the steps, equipment in hand. You hesitated a bit before you rang the doorbell.
This was your first big job since having gotten to LA and the fact that it was aparrently for some big shot actor, you were determined to do your best, not only to impress your boss but everyone else in your station. You were taken out of your thoughts when the sound of the door opening caught your attention.
The man who opened the door didn’t really seem that familiar to you. Sure his face was one you had seen before but you couldn’t remember where. It was a nice face though. He had really pretty eyes and nice bone structure. The shadow of a beard adorned his face. He was tall as well, much more so than you, not only that, but he was extremely well built as well.
You stopped soaking the guy in before he noticed it and it got uncomfortable. Not wanting to seem more of a creep than what you were sure you already seemed like you stood up straight and were about to introduce yourself. But before you could you noticed a big black garbage bag behind him, and since you were already nervous enough as it is, your brain and mouth didn’t connect and you said the most stupid thing you could’ve in that moment.
“Please tell me you didn’t kill someone, I’m not ready for that yet!”
The guy seemed taken aback before he looked behind him at the bag then back at you. He did that two more times before he bursted out laughing. You wanted to die. Not only had you just embarrassed yourself of a hot guy, but you managed to do it during you first job ever.
His laughter died down before he spoke. “Yeah, no, thats just a garbage bag filled of my now broken junk. Who ever broke in here made quite the mess.”
“Wait so that’s stuff the intruder broke?” You asked.
“Uh yes, that’s literally what I just said.”
You were a bit panicky now. “So you cleaned up everything the intruder broke? Or is there still more stuff?”
“There’s still more, um why are you asking?”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Oh thank god.”
“Still don’t understand.”
“Oh right yeah, sorry.” You looked up at him again. “The reason I asked was becuase everything that was broken or damaged or in any way touched by the intruder is evidence, evidence I have to analyze to see if we can find who did this and arrest them. But if you in any way come in contact with the evidence the crime scene is tampered with and I wouldn’t be able to analyze it, so it would basically ruin my job.”
He nodded slowly, starting to understand. “Oh, well that’s stupid of me for not thinking that earlier. So I basically almost screwed up your job?”
“In a certain way yes” you replied.
“Well then you’re lucky this is a big place and that I’m such a procrastinator, because there’s still a lot of damaged goods inside you can see.” He stepped sideways in the doorway to let you in. “By the way I’m Sebastian. Welcome to my very damaged home.”
You let out a small chuckle. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m with the CSI division for the LA police department.“
Well nice meeting you miss Y/N. come on let me show you to one of the many damaged rooms in this house.”
He starting walking to another room in the house and you followed behind him. Once you found a good enough spot you laid out your equipment and started to gather evidence.
“So are these test like.. instant? Like would we know right now who did it?”
You had been in Sebastian’s house for about an hour now. For the most part he had left you alone to your testing and collecting, going of to do something, but he had come back a while later and had been asking you questions for a good 15 minutes. At first you had been answering with full sentences, but at this stage you were a bit annoyed and you only wanted to do your job, so you reduced your answers to simple yes, no’s and shrugging.
He was quiet for a bit before asking yet another question. “So like was this carrer choice always a front runner or was it like, I don’t know, spontaneous?”
“That’s not really a yes or no question.”
You quickly turned your head in his direction and looked at him through slit eyes. “Look Sebastian not to be rude or anything but, if you don’t shut up, my inner Latina will throw a chancla at you!”
He stayed quiet and looked at you with a curious glance. “Isn’t a chancla a flip flop, how would you throw one at me if you don’t have one?”
You sagged your shoulders. “That’s not the point”
“Well yea but still”
“Don’t challenge me, I’m a CSI, which makes me have a really good eye. I could damn well find one with no problem in no time.” You continued looking at him with slit eyes. “Are you done now? The interview process of this case will take place later when the officers asigned to your case arrive. So I would very much like to finish before that.”
“Right sorry. It’s just I’m bored and well usually I’m the one getting interviewed and well I thought I could interview someone this time.”
“Right, I forgot you’re some sort of celebrity.” You had gone back to putting things in bags and labeling them to know what to test later in your lab.
“Yea I’m an actor. I’m surprised you don’t recognize me, not to sound like a total douche but I’m pretty big right now.”
“I don’t really watch Television.”
You heard him move around a bit before he replied. “I don’t appear on tv, well at least not at the moment. I’m doing movies right now.”
“I haven’t really watched movies recently. Besides I only really watch romance and drama movies.” You replied whilst still working.
He had been quiet for a while which you were grateful for, thinking he was about done with the questions and you could continue working in peace. But that peace was interrupted about five minutes later.
“So you don’t watch action films?”
“So you’ve never seen a marvel film?”
“I thought we had gone over the whole being quiet thing already.” You turned to look at him and he gave you a sheepish smile. “And no I’ve never watched one.”
“Well I guess I’ll invite you to see that one day, that is if you like.”
You turned to completely look at him. “Tell you what, if you stay quiet until I’m done I’ll consider it.”
That got him to shut up.
Once you had finished you gathered all your equipment and were on your way. Yo had finished in good time. Jus as you were leaving the officers that would interview Sebastian arrived.
Sebastián had walked you to your car and had help you with you heavy equipment case.
“Well, the tests should be all complete in about a weeks time. If they find the person responsible for this, the officers in charge of the case will notify you to tell you of the sentence and ask if you want to press additional charges.”
He gave a slight nod, to make you see that he understood what you told him. “Well that’s good to hear. And thank you for coming to analyze the scene and putting up with me.”
You gave him a slight smile. “It was my pleasure and my duty. Hopefully it won’t happen again.”
“Well then appears my job here is done. Have a good day Sebastian.” You started walking towards the drivers side of your car but Sebastian stopped you.
“Wait, what about that movie I offered up earlier. Has it been considered. I kept quiet.”
You smirked and shook your head. You continued walking to your car and opened the door, but before getting in you turned to him. “It has been considered. If your really interested you know where to find me.” You got into your car before he could reply and drove of. You wondered how long it would take him to look for you, if he even would at all.
It hadn’t taken long. He had shone up the next day at the station to take you to lunch. And then after he waited for you to get out of work and invited you over to his house to watch a movie in which he starred in. Marvel one.
Before you know it you had watched all three captain America movies, saying that since those were the ones he was in those were the only ones he would show you, not caring if you understood the time line at all. He said he wanted you you see how good he looked in them.
Do fellow young adults belatedly realise that you’re now older than Edward from Twilight and then the whole story seems 20x more ridiculous than it already was, because the epitome of hotness, aparrently worth abandoning your friends and family and the ability to sleep/eat food for, is a teenage boy
It isn’t often that
Harry gets drunk – buzzed sure – but drunk
is less frequent and usually not intentional.
Which is the case this particular Saturday evening. He and Ron close a big case they’d been
working on and end up at the Leaky Cauldron, throwing back a few Firewhiskys
before either of them have a chance to order something to put on their
All of this explains
why a pajama-clad Ginny is flooing to the Leaky with an endeared huff rather
than preparing to read him the riot act and deprive him of all pain relief
With a nod to a smirking
Hannah as she wipes down glasses behind the bar, Ginny tugs her oversized cloak
tighter around her shoulders and prods Harry’s shoulder where he’s slumped over
the table. “Ready to get going, dear?”
He turns to blink at
her blearily and slurs, “Ginny. How’d y’get here?”
Ginny grins and
rumples his hair, grateful the dynamic duo at least had the foresight to pick a
secluded booth, and tugs him up from the seat.
“Up you get famous Auror.”
Finally catching on
to the turn of events, Ron slides out of the booth after Harry, nearly wiping
out on the sticky ancient wood floor in the process, and clumsily catches
Ginny’s sleeve. “Where’s ‘mione?”
Patting his arm
placatingly, Ginny tosses her head in the direction of Hannah’s office. Hermione’s already on her way over still
dressed in her best robes – working late again, ever the workaholic – and
wearing a bemused expression. “I take it
they solved it, then?”
In a staggering but
impressively speedy flurry, Hermione and Ginny manage to get their husbands to
their respective homes with promises to catch up when the boys were more lucid.
By the time Ginny and
Harry arrive in their flat, his wiry arms are banded around her middle as he
nuzzles at her neck in a less than suave manner. “Gin.
Despite herself, his
nearness and warm searching fingers
make her breath catch, but she steels herself and tosses her borrowed cloak
toward the coat rack and manages to snag it on an empty spoke. Quidditch
becoming dead weight and Ginny struggles to tote him toward their bedroom,
stripping him out of his clothes and down to his underthings. He loses his balance and drops back onto the
mattress with a bounce. “Didn’t know
y’felt this way Gin.”
She comes back in with
some headache remedies and pulls Harry toward the loo so he can brush his teeth
– rather so she can. He’s still looking rabid when he tugs on the
hem of her oversized shirt. “So.”
Ginny hands him a cup
full of water and he manages to gargle and spit with a minimal amount of
dribbling down his bare chest – which is surprisingly enticing. Got it
Soon enough she’s
wrangled him under the covers, her lamp dimly lighting her side of the bed as
she makes to resume the muggle mystery novel Hermione had lent her. Just as the doorknob jiggles in the darkened
room where the heroine hides, Harry throws his arm across Ginny’s middle and
nuzzles against her thigh, mumbling incoherently.
Rolling her eyes, she
runs her fingers through his messy mop and settles the book into her free
hand. Harry rubs his nose against her
side, pushing her shirt up and exposing the freckled skin beneath. “Gin.”
“What are you
dreaming about silly?” Ginny smirks to herself, but Harry’s aparrently not asleep. One emerald eye opens and looks at her
mischievously. “Y’want to know
With a sigh, Ginny
dog ears her book and tosses it toward the end table. “Always.”
His hand trips across
her stomach, fingers swirling around her belly button rather deftly for one so
otherwise inebriated. “You’re my – we’re
Ginny almost wants to
laugh, given his state, but he manages to say it with such gravity that she
bites back her smile and slides down the pillows and lays next to him. “Yeah?”
Harry’s hum comes out
a low, tired rumble as he shifts closer, brushing his nose across hers. “Yeah. But not like – we picked each other.”
Unable to help the
chuckle this time, Ginny presses her smile to his, letting her hands brush up
his spine, deepening the kiss.
Regardless of blood alcohol level, her husband never disappoints in the
snogging department. She pulls her lips
a breath away and grins, “And to think it’s all thanks to my killer Quidditch
skills and daring deeds.”
He’s nibbling at her
ear when he snorts, “I think you’ll find it’s thanks to my daring dee- wait are you saying you kissed me?”
Letting out a loud
laugh, Ginny prods his chest, “You would’ve waffled around for another month
without – “
Her argument is lost
to the insistent press of Harry’s mouth against hers. In between kisses he murmurs, “How about we
call it even wife.”
Rolling onto her
back, Ginny tugs him to hover over her, “I think I need some convincing.”
Ginny’s opinion, Harry manages to keep up with a heated snog for almost a
quarter of an hour before his body becomes too much dead weight. And as much as she’d like to press on, it’s not in the cards – for a whole host of reasons.
Still, when she
gently guides him to rest his head against her shoulder, Harry lets out a
pitiful whine and his lips search for hers rather comically, “I owe you, soulmate.”
She laughs again,
adjusting his head so it rests just over her heart, and gently brushes her
fingers through his hair, “Soulmate or no, you never owe me anything.”
“That s’not what you
said when I made you change Victoire’s nappy,” Harry mumbles, drifting off
quickly despite his protestations.
presses her lips to his forehead chastely.
“Are you ever not a ball of
“Nah, I think it’s
hered-,” he breaks off with a large, jaw-cracking yawn, “heredi-“
Hello! I just saw a post about Haramibara and so glad this project is still on cause I love that mangaka! I was also wondering if her other manga Tsubakirou Cindirella (might be spelling it wrong) is still on! Translation stopped at ch2, but the raws & completed story have been around for some time. I messaged their scanlation group awhile ago but got no answer. Do you happen to know what happened? Desperate &considering comissioning a translation!
Edit: Sorry, I misread your question. Here’s the correct answer:
Hello! Do you know what "established sterek-freeform" means? Like, sometimes I see this "-freeform" thing along in the tags but Idk wtf this means. You guys are like, the queens of the tags so... a little help perhaps? Thank you so much for your work and sharing sterek and others pairs with us. I love how sometimes I can find something that aparrently is hidden in ao3 when I search for fics here.
Freeform is more of a tag wrangler tag. (tag wranglers are the fine people behind the scene who make sure that all the tags combine or make sense or decide if it needs to be an actual tag)
So if you want to tag something “established relationship” there’s already an option for that. But if you want “established sterek” that’s not **really a tag so it has ‘freeform’ after it. It doesn’t describe the story, it describes what type of tag it is. So the wranglers can see them when they sort out tags. I hope that makes sense?
(and some angry professor!derek as a reward for listening to my lesson.)
So first I will say tots best blog ever I love everything about it so convenient. If I'm bored before class it's just like YESSSS I can go read dirty Sterek smutt. x3 but anyways I've been into the Alpha Stiles and I was wondering if there are any more of the ones where he's like known as the bad ass alpha nobody wants to fuck with.
“you” Stiles spluttered, coughing on his own saliva. Choking for a few minutes, his face was flushed and red. Finally picking up the fallen phone, stiles was unsure of what to say. “it sounded like you said you wanted- “ “I do, I want you”
The Alpha pack are in Beacon Hills - but they want someone unexpected. What will Stiles do? Keep it to himself, or make the ultimate sacrifice?
Derek Hale was about to be auctioned off to the highest bidder when a pale man with moles led him off stage. Aparrently the cops were here to stop the omega trafficking ring, as if Derek was ever that lucky.
“Are you always that loud? You might gave me an idea or two.” This Derek guy? He’s freaking smooth. “Did you think that I’d let you sleep alone after what has happened ealier?” Derek asked, suggestively rocking his hips, letting Stiles know what exactly was on his mind.
“How did you even… Did you get here throught the window?”
“It was open.”
Or: The very Sterek story on how a book can complicate everything, and how Derek saves the day. Again. What a hero.
All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.