dairy aisle

i. Kids playing hooky early morning, I am the pain relief pills they hide under their tongue and spit out under the couch cushions when their mother shuts the screen door. I am the first time you skin your knee, in the rain whispering nixie weaved revenge spells down your yellow coat and your red boots (the first time you really know you are alone). I am the hand stand on the sidewalk when your elbow buckles in like lame horses fall to the canyon mouth, you are just a child. You can fly, turn invisible, speak to animals, walk through walls. Rustling, do you hear it? Yanking the baby teeth from their pink beds.

ii. You crumble under the weight of a naked black sky, feeling something skittering on your skin. Something wicked and naive. Like a spider egg. You get a mouthful of broken teeth, and lay frying sunny side up on the summer asphalt.

iii. Tonight you’re gonna learn how to fall, then get back up again. Tonight you are gonna know what it is to be exhausted. Are you okay when you fall off your daydream and end up on your back? Your eyes are red where they used to be white.

iv. you have been chewing your will to live with the aching wisdom teeth you desperately need to get pulled. you have been softening it with your saliva, but it’s 11 pm, and it’s stale now, and it tangles into your rapunzel locks in your sleep and finally gives you an excuse to cut all your hair off.

v. Last week your dentist asked if anything was bothering you, and you almost told him about the small tooth you think is growing between your tricuspids, pushing everything out of place, sending you on the verge of sonic tears and crawling on the bathroom floor with no idea where your phone is, and something out of control, and poison, and odontalgia, and dysthymia, and forgetting the Latin roots, and ripped out pages of a book that was supposed to tell you how to get back home and. how long do you think I can hold my breath before I look like a blueberry, and it is, in me, and the throbbing red bump at the base of your sternum and how you tried to cut it off but you were too scared of what was underneath, and dandelion seeds of reasons why you should just stay here until somebody forgets you even showed up heaving out of your mouth and into a McDonalds bag, and the feeling at 13 in the bathroom stall after swim practice shaking like coffee on an empty stomach pulling out the first tampon you ever put inside, and your wet thighs, and the warm dirty smell.

Gargle, spit. You say no. Nothing really.

vi. you should get gold fillings. then all you have to do is flash a smile and no one will fuck with you.

vii. Four months until graduation we are not wasting time, but we eat it too fast and end up vomiting on the highway. On the swing, wood chip splinters, and agitation like termite fever beneath my skin. It’s not that I think the zombie apocalypse would be cool, but I could do all the things I do right now without getting sideways glances in the convenience store, or being told I’m depressed like it’s such a problem, or being treated like the splattered milk gallon on the dairy aisle linoleum. Everybody stepping back and maneuvering their shopping carts around the fresh disaster, and staring, and looking away, and ignoring what they don’t want to deal with. And not wanting the blame.

viii. I’m not depressed. It’s just winter.

ix. Is this the last weekend before the first blood? I’m not gonna do my homework anyway.

x. I’m not depressed. My brother took me into the car with the light fixture wires hanging from the ceiling like your wet hair from shower tiles. we zoomed down with Apollo laughing in the backseat and egged the big white houses in Beverly Hills and pretended like we were still the strawberry jam kids on concrete playing hopscotch, living in sandcastles, eating mudpies. Like we were not hotboxing, and taking pictures of half healed things under the band aid, and always ready to put our hands up when we hear sirens, and microwaving earthworms. And growing up too fast.

I’m not depressed. But I’m not coming back this time either.

xi. It’s a haunted Sunday in the home your parents left to rot, and the black mold spores bleeding down the buttermilk wallpaper are causing you to do unadvisable backbends. And somehow years later I am still the grocery list you are always throwing in the trash with the candy wrappers.

—  6. graduation cometh
FIC RECS

in honor of gaining another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsterREKT heres another rec list. 

This will just be made up of lots and lots of different types of fics. Make sure to read the warnings for each fic before reading. 

(fics with ** are favorites)


It Takes A Village by  Hypocorismm

Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.

Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.

WORDS: 49227

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 35/35

WARNINGS: angst, kidnapping, mpreg.


Night Stroll by  Marishna

“Is it night there?”

Derek chuckled. “Yeah, it is. How do you know where I am?”

“I don’t, that’s why it’s weird it’s night. That puts you in… Europe?” Stiles asked after some quick math.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Spain. You haven’t lost that…” Derek waved his hand. “Stileness.”

WORDS: 3276

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTER: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek has insomnia??? is that a warning??? idk


****Prince Among Wolves by  tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable. 

WORDS: 101,000

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 20/20

WARNINGS: mild transphobia, derek learns acceptance, broken family, so much angst


Walking Into Darkness by  alenie

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

WORDS: 6342

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship 


****Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

WORDS: 2699

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS:1/1

WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death


Just Realize What I Just Realized by  literaryoblivion

He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…

WORDS: 2529

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: a lil angst, (but mostly fluff)


The Potential Fatality of Assuming by  crossroadswrite

The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.

A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.

(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

WORDS: 2196

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining


****If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep by  alisaj

“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”

That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.

“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”

or

The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.

WORDS: 33,383

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks


Sour Kush (series) by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done

WORDS: 15,392

RATING: Explict 

WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd 


I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by  yodasyoyo

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her shopping.”

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

WORDS: 16,065

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 4/4

WARNINGS: pining, fake relationships, they’re both idiots. 


Baby You’re Beautiful by  supernaynay

“God you’re beautiful.”

Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.

WORDS: 1089

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: derek is hit with a truth spell


****(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

WORDS: 78,759

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 9/9

WARNINGS: violence, slow build


Cause I Built a Home (For You, For Me) by  noneedforhystereks

Mechanic!Derek and Daddy!Stiles

Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.

Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.

WORDS: 59,719

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 15/15

WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage. 


Waiting For Our Superman by  tearsandholdme

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

WORDS: 95,240

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 22/22

WARNINGS: angst, mpreg, emotional hurt, overprotective derek


Adding You to My Future by  NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS: 42,252

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS:9/9

WARNINGS: violence, like, lots of violence, slow build, gore, emotional comfort, bamf stiles


Stars Plummet: a Christmas Story by  Peckishdragon

When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.

WORDS: 11,589

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 6/6

WARNINGS: a lil violence, like a tiny bit, 


All They Have by  Nival_Vixen

Single dads AU where Derek and Stiles meet because Derek’s daughter and Stiles’ trans son become friends at school.

WORDS: 4004

RATING: Teen And Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: trans child, which leads to ignorant adults being ugly fucks, protective derek 


love comes in all shapes and sizes by  trilliastra

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

WORDS: 2207

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: kate argent


When You Wish Upon a Dragon by  lupinus

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods.
Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma 

WORDS: 13,739

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none, but so much fluff


****Lucky That I’m Yours Every Day by  stilinskisparkles

Derek doesn’t see how Valentine’s Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

WORDS: 6772

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: fluff. just. all the fluff. its disgusting how fluffy it is really.


Relationship Status: It’s Complicated by  kellifer_fic

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

WORDS: 4010

RATING: Mature

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNING: mentioned stiles/omc 


***************Shot Through The Heart by  LunaCanisLupus_22

All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.

Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.

WORDS: 64,833

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 12/12

WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much


will to follow through by  owlpostagain

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

WORDS: 42,411

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 2/2

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of violence, 


Professor D. Hale (series) by  har1ey_quinn


A series of outsider POVs on Professor Hale and his significant other (with some guest appearances from the pack)

WORKS: 7

COMPLETE: possibly

WORDS: 18,008

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none


go on without me!!!! (or the one where stiles is cursed by witches and overreacts to everything) by  day

Stiles is cursed by witches and he can’t react like a normal human being.
Scott is a terrible best friend and can’t stop laughing.
Derek just wants it all to be over.

WORDS: 1396

RATING: General

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: crack


******For My Next Trick, I’ll Regret All of My Life Choices: a performance by Derek Hale and 80% of his eyebrows by  crossroadswrite

(978): I woke up missing my shoes and my left eyebrow. MY. EYEBROW.
.
“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

Kira gives him a sympathetic look, and climbs up to sit next to him, “You kind of… don’t have one.”

“I what!” he shouts, wincing at the volume of his own voice.

Kira pats him on the shoulder and shoves a piece of toast in his hand.

“It’s not that bad,” she tries to console him with a smile, then glances up at his left eyebrow and winces, “It could definitely be worse. It’s not all gone. Just. Half of it.”

Derek considers crying into his orange juice but decides that would be a waste and because his mother taught him how to be a good guest he opts to drink it instead.

WORDS: 2566

RATING: Teen and Up

CHAPTERS: 1/1

WARNINGS: none buT THIS FIC IS AN ALL TIME FAV, THE FUCKING SQUIRRELS VIKING BURIAL GETs ME EVERYTIME, AND BATMAN OH MY

SUPERBAT FIC ARCHIVE #2

Hey guys, long time in the making, but finally done…kind of poorly done though, but anyway here is my other fic rec master post that I’ve promissed. Just full warning before you guys go check the fics, this time I couldn’t read through the stories again, so it’s an even more mixed list. Like there’s all types of fics here so pay attention to the tags that authors let in the fics pages for any possible triger warnings. I also tried to put only finished works, so it’s possible that I make another post again, maybe after the jl comes out, who knows. Make sure to check out the first archive…if you want of course.

Find Me If You Can by FictionalKnight (Northern_Star)

Sandalwood and Ozone by Mithen     

Bath Time by skund               

Give My Regards/Another Yearby Merfilly              

Needyand the sequel Wake Up Call by twinsarein       

Whatever It Takesby amphitrite                

Spicy Peppers And Lush Tomatoesby BradyGirl_12        

A Spoonful of Sun by tmelange          

Before This Dance is Through by RileyC               

One Night in Gotham by RileyC                

Freaky (Fifth-Dimensional) Friday by Mithen

Kryptonian’s Best Friend by BradyGirl_12

Victorian Ladies, Elephants, Bulldogs, And The 1939 World’s Fairby BradyGirl_12                

Christmas in Smallville by Trista_zevkia

Tea And Gingerbread by BradyGirl_12              

“When The Moon Hits Your Eye…” by BradyGirl_12               

Understanding by adelaide_rain                

In Case You Were Wondering by RileyC                

The New Frontier I: The Usual Place by BradyGirl_12          

Unneeded by Mithen                

Swoons to a Waltz by AngelZash        

A Prelude to Discipline by dracoqueen22                

That Which We Call a Roseby arysteia                

Stripes by aintitnifty                

Admissionsby AiyokuSama                

Love in the Dairy Aisle (or, Why Batman Doesn’t Do Fights)by FabulaRasa                

Saying the Words (or, Why Batman Doesn’t Do Birthdays) by FabulaRasa

Birthday Gifts by Bekkoni                

Super/Batsby Trxz                

Musings on Empty Calories… and Various Other Subjects by BuckinghamAlice                

It’s Not Time to Worry Yetby simplifyingforces (vigorousplasmids)                

Bruises by FabulaRasa                

Strangers When We Meet by Trista_zevkia               

Focal Fetish by LuciferxDamien                

Any Way You Want It by BuckinghamAlice                

You Tend to do That to Me by Evilpixie                

Partial by whiteroses77               

Intrigue by whiteroses77                

Coming Together by Trista_zevkia

Fatal Flaw by holycheerbatman                

The Power Not to Do by Mithen               

Echo by whiteroses77                

Anteros by whiteroses77

Made To Be Broken by Trista_zevkia 

The Start of Something Good by batsy_rocks                       

As Sure As The Sun Does Burn by agberts               

Tales of the Tiger Tamer by foxyk

The Mentalist and The Mistletoe by Trista_zevkia                

Action and Re-Actionby Mithen               

Hush, Hush by FreshPrincessofCheyne                

When the Hummingbirds Return by Emanium               

Bruised and Scarred by Lopithecus                

The Professional Touch by Lopithecus                

Your Guardian Angel by FreshPrincessofCheyne               

Shadows of the Heart by Saranghae       

Seven by FreshPrincessofCheyne                

Loop by Onyxim                

Decision by Malory2               

Show Me Nowby Magnetism_bind                

when love was blind by figure8       

Charmed Princeby Lopithecus                    

Batman’s Worldwide Taxi Serviceby crypt_mirror                

Cherry Chapstick by FreshPrincessofCheyne                

Code of Ethics by manic_intent

Let Me Hear Youby Onyxim                

Intoxicating by Aniel_H                

The Farthest Shore by manic_intent                

two years in the making by knoxoursavior                

Written in the Stars (Etched on Your Chest) by maccabird_23

Begging for Mercy by Mithen                

The Many Uses of Kryptonian Liquid Geo by crypt_mirror     

Intrepid by EllenD

Identification by Onki                

Could I Have This Dance by Pandamomochan                

let’s do the time warp (again) by SerpentineJ

Take It by saltedpin                

Sometimes, Always, Neverby Steals_Thyme (Liodain)     

i tried my bestby mitzvah (Melting)               

Morning Comes by vesper_house

intimate strangers by distortopia                

Good Mistake by VoileOui                

Only Humanby saltedpin               

Learning to Deserve You by ceemobster                

I Hurt Myself Today by Aniel_H                

Something About Clark by Alexicon                

fingers walk your thigh (breathe my love) by knoxoursavior   

Countdown to Absolute by ceemobster

Maybe by Lopithecus 

What I’ve Lost by Lopithecus                

An Open Eye by Steals_Thyme (Liodain)                

Let it all out by AdelvinaGaarder                

Making the Headlines by Crosses_and_Qoutes        

Vogue Le Magazine by metropolisjournal (TKodami)           

A Sleepless Night in the City by RileyC                

Inconsolable by roseandtiger                

Asking Out by  ashdeniesreality                

Meta-Analysis by crypt_mirror                

Until The Next Pie, Until The Next Tombstone by awakencordy                

These Things Happen To Other People by A_M_Kelley         

Wicked Game by Rymeesh               

Can I by Onyxim               

The Other Explanation by thedevilchicken 

Love, Changing Tenses by susiecarter 

and the wildflowers on his grave by metropolisjournal (TKodami) 

Art of Persuasion by whiteroses77

Let It Snow by cadkitten                

Restby mitzvah (Melting) 

Encounter by Ischa

Take a rest by Lady_Monochromic                

Bad Hot Chocolate is Always Wasted by krysiebee                

Inside and Out by Evilpixie                

Seeing Bruce Wayne by Evilpixie                

Trick of the Trade by saraid

In the Hothouse by whiteroses77                

can you just imagine doing your job, minding your own business, then seeing harry styles loitering in the dairy aisle scouring for his favourite brand of yoghurt looking all cute and shit

“Bucky, uh… kiss me!” 

“What the h— ”

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” 

 I’ve only done art for the Marvel fandom once before, but this post by @harddrinkingshortfusedmess tempted me to delve a bit further! I did try to put them in a “dairy aisle” but they ridiculously stood out, haha… then I thought a vinyl record store might suit them better, eh? Please note that the background is a manipulated photo! I already spent too much time drawing the characters, ehh… 

(My Art Tag) Please DO NOT repost(?) or display my work anywhere else without my permission, thank you.

ariannawho  asked:

Hi! Sort of looking for a specific fic. (Btw love ur blog). So in the fic stiles has ptsd(?) and can't go to school without panicking or getting overwhelmed so fullshift!derek comes in pretends to be a therapy dog and stiles is able to take home to school and Derek sits at stiles feet and thats all I can remember. Pretty sure it was on ao3 if that helps any. Thank you!!😊😊

Pretty sure it’s this fic!  -Emmy

Originally posted by idolos-frases

Walking Into Darkness by alenie 

(6,342 I Teen I Complete)

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

Cupcakes && Secrets

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

 Warnings: Light swearing


Originally posted by dailyevanstan


“You’ve never had a Red Velvet Cupcake, America!?” Shock was registering on the many faces around the kitchen island.

“I was in Tony’s words a ‘Capsicle’ for 70 years” There was a slight chuckle in his voice. “I haven’t caught up on everything I’ve missed out on.”

“Did they have cupcakes in stone age grandpa?” Tony smirked.

Everyone chuckles and Steve shakes his head “Oh it never gets old Stark.” Things were never dull in The Tower, you hadn’t been here long eight months and you could say you were finally feeling like you were home. The team has been welcoming and helpful between training and getting to know you, you felt you were finally becoming a part of their family. As everyone drifted away and wandered into the living room you got a bright idea. Walking around the island and picking up your bag from a chair you looked at Steve who was watching you 

“Come on Cap.” You give him a grin. He smirks at you 

“Where am I going?”

“With me, we’re gonna catch you up on another current trend.” You grab his hand and pull him towards the elevator. Steve was the closest you had to a real best friend, even though he acted like a father when you dropped the F Bomb during missions, he mocks you when he can hear you singing in the shower. Which you will never live down for Stark being a Billionaire why can’t he build thicker walls in The Tower. He was always around when you needed a laugh, or to take a good punch at something.  As you step off the elevator and cross the marble floor you see the women react to Steve’s presence in the room, you can clearly see them staring and checking him out. He was a large and gorgeous specimen of science creation. As we hit the glass doors you had to stifle a giggle. Steve looks down at you as he opens the door for you, ever the gentleman as always.

“Something funny (Y/N)” He raises an eyebrow as you stroll past him and onto the sidewalk in the direction of your destination.

“Oh no America just thinking.” You say brushing your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face as the wind blows it around as you watch your feet hit the sidewalk you couldn’t help the smile you could feel creeping into your cheeks.

“Not going to let me in on that thought?” He’s in stride with you, his bicep brushing against your shoulder as you both make your way on the crowded New York streets.

“You really are from the stone age aren’t you Cap?” You look up at him and grin.

“Steve (Y/N), you never use my name. I’m not from the Stone age, the 40’s weren’t the dark ages.”  He says as he pulls you lightly by the upper arm out of the way of a biker cutting the path.

“I was joking Steve…” You paused you had never called him by his first name if rolled off your tongue in a strange way like you wanted to say it more. You shake your head of the thought. “You don’t see what you are now, post serum. The way people react to you when you walk into a room. Specially women.” You smile, and point for Steve to head into the local market.

“Women? I guess I’m still not use to being…” He looks down and looks at you. “This Steve. I was smaller than you, I’m use to going unnoticed unless in my suit.” He pulls the door open for you and waits for you to walk in. “A market? I hate to break it to you (Y/N), we had these in the 40’s” he says in a lower voice as to not draw attention to our, surely weird to other people, conversation. You roll your eyes and hand him a brightly colored blue basket. 

“Smart ass, we’re here for supplies.”

“Language (Y/N)” he sighs and follows behind you. “Supplies? Does this have to do with those things you were talking about in The Tower?” as he follows you down the baking aisle. You are rolling your eyes knowing full well he can’t see you do it, should have seen the ‘Language’ coming as the words slipped out of your mouth. 

“Yes and those things are called heaven in a paper cup.” You turn to add a few things into the basket, flour, powder sugar, you were checking off things from a mental list in your head. “Next aisle.” And Steve follows in response.

“(Y/N) let me asking you something.” He spoke quietly. You don’t say anything just look up at him as you stand in front of the dairy cooler. He has the most amazing blue eyes, and you found yourself seeing what you were sure other women saw in him and stopped to admire. “You never talk about it.” He says more to the butter and eggs than you. “Fury never released your file, Stark says you’re not in the database. I was just curious why you don’t talk about where you come from. About what you can do.” He’s not really talking to you as he is the items in your basket.

That numb feeling waved over you, the same question you knew everyone in The Tower had been whispering about for months. Only Tony bold enough to ask it out loud, and telling him you would tell if he could beat you in a training match without his suit, after making him tap out nobody bother to ask again. Knowing they all still wondered about the small mutation you had. You were looking up at Captain America, it still felt like a dream some days being a part of this life, having a science experiment as your closest friend. “I need milk.” It was the only thing that you could make come out of your mouth. Steve smirked nodding.

“Is that all? Do we have everything?” You nodded and started off for the milk. You walk up to the self-check outs and Steve has a look of confusion of his face. 

“Steve? You okay” you say with a small chuckle.

“This, this is new to me.” He looks at the machine like he’s never seen an alien race try to take over NYC he watches you with serious concentration as you scanned your items and laid them onto the belt.

“Steve have you not been to a grocery store since,” you drop your voice “unfreezing?” you look at him with some confusion yourself.

“Well,” his forehead crinkles as he watches you scan the last few items. “normally F.R.I.D.A.Y makes sure I have everything I need I mean I haven’t had much reason till now.” He looks at you and gives a smile. “guess this is a new trend I’m learning today too?” You smile at him as you slip money into the slot and wait for your change. 

“Do you ever leave The Tower aside from missions?” your put your change into your bag as Steve picks up the bags and ushers you out into the wind once again.

“I leave. Just to normal places.” He says as you make your way back towards home.

“I think we should start calling you The Hunchback of the Tower.” You giggle and look at Steve.

“The Hunchback of the Tower?” he asks looking at you with un-surety.

“Steve please, please tell me you have seen the Disney movie The Hunchback of Norte dome” You could feel your eyes getting wide as you stared at him in shock.

“I think it’s on the list.” He smirks and continues walking.

“Seriously????? Wow you’re so out of date.” You shake your head and give a small laugh.

“So I hear.” You both get quiet and you know he’s thinking about the question he asked in the store the one you dropped and tried to leave there in the dairy aisle. You know Steve wouldn’t judge you, but you also weren’t sure you wouldn’t hurt him if you used it. Banner says you’re getting better, he was the only one that knew and that was an accident. After he understood why you hadn’t told the team, he offered to help you learn to control it, to run some test to give you a better understanding. Funny running tests is how you got into this situation in the first place, but you trusted Banner as he knew what it was like to be an experiment gone wrong.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Steve said as you were in the elevator alone, he was looking at the doors.

“What? Why?” You looked slightly panicked as you’re pulled from your thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not our business. At first we didn’t trust it or you, all of us have pasts we just don’t understand why you won’t share yours. Nat says you’ll share when you are ready.” He’s helping you pull your baking items out of the bags.

“Steve?” You ask.

“(Y/N).” he looks at you, when he realizes what you’re doing and takes three quick strides to you taking the big mixing bowl from you, and setting them of the counter.

“Thanks.” you grin at him as he turns back to you, it was funny looking down at him from your place on the counter tops where you had crawled to grab the bowls. He places his giant hands out in the case you become ungraceful and take a fall. “Catch me?” You didn’t leave him a chance to respond as you took a hop off the counter knowing full well he would catch you in a heartbeat. Before you knew it he was pulling you in close as you sank into his arms, damn he was huge, well built. Soft for a built soldier, it wasn’t like being caught by a statue. He set you on your feet in front of the island with a chuckle.

“Always the dare devil (Y/N).” His smiled cut off any chance him trying to sound stern.You grin up at him, 

“Wanna help?” you pull out measuring cups and beaters.

“You wouldn’t mind showing me how to make ‘Heaven in a paper cup’” he asks as he twirls the cupcake cups across the counter.

“Only if you wear a pretty apron with me?” you slap a hand over your mouth to hide the smile you know is there. Steve eyes you, and looks at the aprons hanging on the way by the cupboards. He saunters over to the wall and picks up a red apron that is probably the least girly hanging there. 

“These better be worth this.” He says as he ties the apron around his waist. Oh this was gonna be so fun, America in an apron and red velvet cupcakes things just couldn’t get better. Steve was horrible at baking rescues thousands of civilians doesn’t understand measuring flour. He scratched his forehead at some point and has flour smeared across his flawless skin. 

You kept thinking about him wanting to know about your secret. The mutation. You knew he would be the one person who wouldn’t think you were a freak, though you were sure none of the team would think that. Your history with people finding out was never a good thing, it never went over well. Letting Steve try the frosting for the cupcakes and you enjoyed watching his reaction, this is the one thing you were good at baking. It was your happy place. No worries. No mutation. No judging. Just tasty treats you’d work off the next day.

“Steve…” You looked down at the bowl and played with the spoon.

“Y/N)?” He was still licking his fingers to get the frosting off. You giggled, boys were so typical. 

“I wanna tell you something.” You looked up at him seeing the flour and the frosting made you giggle again.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.” He wipes his hand on the apron, it does no good. You decide to give it a try, slow, easy… focus. There was a wet paper towel next to the sink from when you had to remove the red food coloring from Steve’s face. You give it a small thought, thought about it being in your hand. As it twitched you saw Steve in the corner of your vision still struggling with the frosting in between his fingers. You smirked and focused on the paper towel, suddenly it was gone. You could feel the cold wet paper towel in your hand before you looked down to see it. You looked up at Steve who had noticed the paper towel suddenly appear.

“(Y/N), where did that come from?” He asks looking back at the sink to your hand. You stand up and reach up the paper towel to his forehead 

“I moved it.” As you wipe the flour away from his skin. You moved to his hands.

“(Y/N) how? You didn’t get up and grab it though.” You can feel his eyes on you, but you focus on wiping the frosting off his hands, not meeting his gaze. “Are you like Wanda?” He finally asks as you sit back down on the island.

“I’m not like Wanda.” You say as you spread frosting on the brightly colored cupcakes. What you would give to be like Wanda, she knows what she is, what she can do. To have control, at least more control than I do. “What I can do, I can’t explain.” You continue to frost cupcakes, as you go you lose yourself in the rhythm you feel at ease.

“(Y/N) ummm…” Steve sounds off beat. You look up to see cupcakes twirling around you about a foot off the counter top. 

“Fuck. Sorry.” You focus to put the cupcakes back down without smashing them. As they slowly lower back to the counter you can feel Steve shift and it makes your muscles tense up, and one cupcake flips and smashes into the counter top.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Steve is closer to you.

“It’s okay. Not the worst thing I’ve done.” You say as you brush cupcake crumbs off your shirt. Looking at Steve you can see a burning question he is trying to figure out how to ask. “You wanna know how.” You say crossing your legs and turning towards him.

“Not if you don’t want to talk about it.” He says as he tries to not be shocked you knew what he was thinking.

“I’m like you, science experiment.” You say as you pick up a cupcake and inspect it.

“You choose to be like this?”

“No, it’s a mutation. I choose to have some testing done and try an experimental drug. Than one day…” you wave your hand in a small jester and the coffee pot was suddenly in front of Steve.

“(Y/N) why didn’t you tell anyone I mean Banner, Wanda, Pietro, all the things we’ve seen.” He looked around his forehead creasing.

“I’ve never been accepted for what I can do, I’ve hurt people with what I can do, and not by choice.” You frown and you think back. Behind the both of you hear someone clear their throat. You turn fear creeping in. When you lay eyes on the dark figure dressed in his typical black from head to toe.

“Fury.” Your mouth goes dry. Damn.

“Well it looks like Rogers is all up to date (Y/L/N) good.” He has made his way to the island and picks up a cupcake. “You even made cupcakes. Red Velvet, my favorite.” He tills the cupcake in your direction and winks at you. You and Steve exchange a glance. Fury turns to walk away, when he suddenly says “Time to fill the rest of the team in, Meeting Room in 5. You’re going on a mission.”

“oh crap.” You drop your head to your hands and shake your head. This is not how you planned to expose your secret, maybe you could bribe them with cupcakes. You gather the plate of cupcakes and turn to Steve “Think these are good enough to keep them from hating me?” Steve laughs and grabs the other plate,

 “I doubt they’ll hate you. Just tell them while their mouths are full.” At least with Steve understanding this won’t be so hard facing everyone else.

WALKING INTO DARKNESS

Author: alenie

Summary: Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

Info: 6k | Teen and Up

Notes: My favorite post 3b fic. Pre-slash, lots of feels, some angst because hello, Stiles was possessed and it’s normal he has hard time dealing with this, you can’t be possessed by an evil fox spirit who was killing people being in your body and be perfectly okay after, Jeff. Anyway, Derek is helping and there is Scott and papa Stilinski and it’s beautiful. Seriously, it’s really good and the ending was just perfect. - K.

Sneak Peek:

He walks away, and Derek can hear him muttering under his breath about ‘goddamn enormous wolves’.

Stiles wakes up about twenty minutes later, and he wakes up fast, sitting bolt upright in bed, heart pounding. Derek grumbles at him and drapes himself over Stiles’ legs, his non-verbal way of saying chill the fuck out.

“Derek,” Stiles says, sinking his fingers into Derek’s fur. “You’re still here.”

Well, duh, Derek thinks, giving Stiles his best exasperated look.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, Derek Hale,” Stiles chides. “God, you weigh a ton like this. Stop squishing me and I’ll find you some clothes.”

Untitled Modern!Javid AU (P.1)

If there was one thing Davey hated more than anything, it was grocery shopping. He knew it was necessary, he had to get food for him and his brother somehow, but it was just tiring. It was a fifteen minute drive to the nearest supermarket from his apartment, and Les always insisted on being in control of the radio, which led to him constantly flipping through the channels until they got there. It didn’t help that the channel Les seemed to settle on the most was the country station, which just so happened to be the station he was on at the moment.

Davey glared at the winding road as Les hummed the song on the radio, assumedly something by… Luke Bryan? He didn’t really know, and didn’t really care. He just wanted to get to the store already. Sighing, Davey looked over to Les for a split second. “Hey, Les, could you change the station, please?” he asked. Les scratched his chin, humming in fake concentration, before responding. “Nah.” he said, smiling at his older brother. Davey groaned and hit his head off of the steering wheel, causing his younger brother to laugh. Just then, a thought popped into his head. “If you change the channel, I’ll buy pizza for dinner.” Les grinned widely and switched the channel - to another country channel. “Are you kidding me?” Davey yelled in exasperation. Les laughed again. “I’m kidding, Davey. What station you want it on?” he asked. “Anything other than country, please.” Les nodded, changing the channel yet again. This time, he changed it to the old rock station that Davey was fond of. Davey smiled and relaxed a bit. “Thanks, buddy.”

“No problem.” said Les, reclining in his seat. After a brief period of well-welcomed silence, he continued. “Still owe me that pizza, though.” Davey chuckled. “A’ight, kiddo. I know.” Within a minute’s time, the two siblings arrived at the supermarket. Les grinned and hopped out of the car and ran over to Davey’s side of the car. He grabbed his hand as he got out of the car and tugged him towards the door. “C’mon, Davey, let’s go! Time’s a-wasting!” Davey laughed. “Is it? Last I checked, we had the whole day off.” Les pouted. “Just because we have the day off, doesn’t mean we don’t have other things to do.” Davey raised his eyebrow, grabbing a cart. “What do we have to do?” he asked. Les hopped on the front of the cart before answering. “I have the whole day planned out! First, we’re gonna go shopping, then we’re gonna go to the park, then we’re gonna go back home, and then we’re gonna watch some Disney movies.” he finished.

Davey grabbed a jar of peanut butter off of the shelf, chucking it into the cart. He scanned his list for the next item they needed to get, and started heading in the direction of the drinks. “Disney movies, huh?” Les nodded. “Why can’t we watch something I pick this time?” Davey started. “You chose last time, it’s my turn today.” Les shook his head. “Did not.” Davey glared. “Did too.” “Did not.” “Did too.” “Did too.” “Did not.” “Fine, you’re right, Davey. I did not choose last time.” Davey grinned, before realizing his mistake. “Hey, that’s not fair, you tricked me!” Les laughed. “Yeah, but you were the one dumb enough to fall for it.” Davey huffed, checking the list again. “Okay, so we have to buy you some new shoes. Your old ones are getting a bit worn out.” Les looked down at his shoes. “I don’t see anything wrong with them.” Davey peeked around the cart and started at his brother incredulously. “Les, they’re falling apart at the seams.”

Les frowned. “But I like my shoes.” Davey sighed. “Then we can find another pair that looks just like ‘em, a’ight?” Les nodded. The two of them walked over to the shoe section in a peaceful silence. Les hopped off the cart and searched the aisles, looking for some sneakers. Davey stood by the cart, humming softly. Pulling out his list, he checked it over once again. “Aw darn, I forgot to grab milk.” he said. “Hey, Les. I’m gonna go and get some milk and I’ll be right back, okay?” From around the corner, he heard a muffled okay! “Stay right there until I get back.” Davey said before heading in the direction of the dairy aisle. He grabbed a gallon of milk for himself and a gallon of chocolate milk for his brother before heading back to where he left Les. “Hey, did you find a pair you liked?” He asked, waiting for his brother to respond. After a few seconds with no response, Davey spoke up again. “Uh, Les? You there?” Silence.

And in that moment, Davey panicked. Les was known for sneaking off while he wasn’t looking, and everytime without fail it takes him at least twenty minutes to find him. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone, he thought. Davey walked all throughout the shoe aisles, making sure Les wasn’t just hiding on him. Maybe he went to the… Toy aisle? Nope. Garden section? No. Sport section? Not there, either. For all he knew, Les could be on the other side of the store. Or he could be outside. Or with a stranger. Or being kidnapped. Or, y’know, just in the bathroom. Now Davey was really panicking. Ever since he was little, Les has been glued to Davey’s side. When he finally moved out of his parents home, Les came with him. It was up to him to make sure nothing happened to his little brother, and if he couldn’t keep an eye on him? Well, what kind of a brother was he?
Just as it was reaching the fifteen minute mark, Davey rounded a corner and saw Les - talking to a stranger. Davey glared, but his gaze softened when he saw Les laughing and smiling. He cautiously approached the pair, hoping to not draw too much attention to himself. That, however, did not work, because Les quickly spotted his brother and waved him over. “Hey, Davey! Come meet my new friend.” Les’s ‘friend’ turned and smiled, and Davey felt his stomach flutter. Davey smiled back sheepishly and went to stand next to Les. “So, who’s your friend?” he asked his brother. “His name is- wait, why can’t he introduce himself?” The stranger chuckled, and the sound made Davey’s heart swell. The man ran a hand through his messy brown locks before introducing himself.

“The name’s Jack, Jack Kelly. I take it Les here’s your little brother?” Davey swallowed, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Yeah he is. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. My name’s David Jacobs, but you can call me Davey.” Jack smiled and shook Davey’s hand. “Davey…” he said, mulling the name over. “Sounds nice.” Davey could feel his face heat up, and averted his eyes from Jack’s. “Thanks.” he said, trying to clear his thoughts. “So, how’d you and Les meet?” he asked. Jack looked towards Les and smiled. “I was just kind of walking by when he stopped me and asked what shoes he should pick. I told him he should pick the blue ones, and I asked if he could help me pick out a new bike. We just kinda kept talking after that. If I had known he was waiting for you to come back, though, I wouldn’t have brought him with me to check out bikes.”

“No no, it’s okay! I’m glad you’re the one Les found, and not someone else.” Jack smiled back. “I’m glad I’m the one who found him, too. He’s a good kid.” Les beamed at this, and looked towards me. “Hey, hey, hey Davey. Can Jack come over sometime to hang out? Pleeeease?” he begged. Davey looked between the two, and sighed. “I dunno, buddy. I don’t think we should impose-” Jack interrupted him. “It wouldn’t be imposing at all. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d love to hang out with Les.” Davey looked back to Les, who was busy giving him puppy eyes. With a small sigh, Davey nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Uh, you wanna, I dunno, exchange numbers? That way I can get ahold of you, y’know?” Jack nodded. “Of course. Just let me put my number in your phone, and you can put your number in mine.”

The two handed each other their phones, saving their numbers into their contacts. Jack said his goodbyes to both Les and Davey, saying he’d text Davey later about when he should visit, and giving Les a hug. Davey payed for his groceries and headed back out to the car. Les cleared his throat, trying to get Davey’s attention. “Sooo… You and Jack, huh?” he said, smirking up at his older brother. Davey glared back down at him, before looking away, a faint blush coating his cheeks. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, kid.” Les raised an eyebrow. “I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, Dave. Don’t pretend.” Davey scoffed, climbing into the driver’s seat. Les hopped into the passenger’s seat and turned on the radio. 

As Davey was pulling out of the parking lot, he heard Les whisper under his voice, “You’re welcome.”

Jamming (Peter Quill)

Prompt from @yetmoreprompts: You danced me through the grocery store. :)

To listen to while reading: ‘It Ain’t No Fun to Me’ by Graham Central Station and ‘Thank You’ by Sly and the Family Stone.

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

    Yellow peppers. Orange peppers. Red peppers. Green were out of the question for being a little too bitter, but the red ones were mostly bruised, the orange ones didn’t seem too fresh, and the yellow ones were a slightly strange color. You sighed. The one day you managed to work up the resolve to cook something for yourself instead of stopping at one of your usual restaurants for a late-night snack, the grocery store wasn’t cooperating.

    Well, at least the music was good. For a deserted and slightly dingy market, the music coming through the tinny overhead speakers had a surprisingly good groove, slap bass paired with organ and tight vocals bringing a small smile to your lips, your foot automatically beginning to tap as you sorted through vegetables in search of a high-enough-quality pepper.

    “Leaving you-hoo-hoo, it really ain’t no fun to me…” A chorus joined the solo singer and you found yourself humming along even though you hardly knew the melody, your tapping foot gaining momentum as you started to lose focus on the task at hand. Your shoulders joined your feet in grooving from side to side to the song and that was when you heard footsteps and froze, cheeks heating.

    “What?” a voice asked and you turned to see a tall man in a dark red leather jacket standing there, a surprisingly un-mocking smile on his lips. “It’s a good song.”

    You chuckled awkwardly, tossing a pepper from one hand to the other. “Yeah.”

    He stepped forward, extending a hand. “I saw you jamming,” he said, in a surprisingly serious tone considering his words. “Would you like to dance?”

    “Well, can I at least have your name first?” you asked, setting the vegetable in your hand back on the display.

    “Quill,” he said. “Peter Quill. Or Star-Lord. Either one’s fine. And you?”

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I’ve seen so many cool vegans at work lately, it’s fucking awesome.

This guy came in a few days ago who had only been vegan for half a year, but he had already tattooed ‘VEGAN’ across his knuckles, he posts activism stickers across all the meat and dairy aisles and he’s in the works getting a vegan business started. He was in buying a shit ton of mock meats.

Towards the start of my shift today, I had the pleasure of talking to a guy who had been vegan for 4 years, he’s a doctor who specialises in biochemistry and he was in buying a soya+spirulina protein powder, he was telling me shit about the product that even I didn’t know.
He was DETERMINED that in 50 years people will see meat in the same way that they see smoking now.

Then towards the end of today’s shift, there was this girl who came in who had big fluffy ear muffs on, piercings all over her face, and she wore pink makeup across her face like warrior stripes. She walked out with 6 cartons of soya milk.

Honestly this has got to be one of the straight up coolest movements going, there are people from literally all walks of life infiltrating the system from all angles and fighting this evil from the inside and out.
You guys are fuckin rad.
I mean that, keep fighting the system by fighting your own fight, day in, day out.
You’re doing amazing.

anonymous asked:

Is there fics like Stiles being the nogitsune? but then Derek is for him there and helps him to deal with it? :)

Hey :)

These are all post-3B where Derek takes care of Stiles.

Nitesky by  thepsychicclam | 7K

Stiles has trouble dealing with the after effects of the nogitsune, and Derek finds him sitting on his roof.

Walking Into Darkness by  alenie | 6.3K

Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.

Aftershocked by  pyes | 21.5K

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

Night Watch by  bleep0bleep | 1.7K

Stiles finds out via camera footage that an unlikely person has been watching over him.

out of the nightmare, into your arms by  tryslora | 6.4K

Stiles wakes up in the bathtub. It’s the third time sleepwalking this week, and at least this time he’s in the house. Ever since the Nogitsune, he’s had nightmares and nothing, and no one seems to be able to stop them. Until Derek.

Holy Ground | Jungkook

Scenario: My friend just put me in a shopping cart and wheeled me around the store but they lost control so now I’m covered in dairy products and my back hurts and the cute store assistant looks really concerned and I’m covered in cheese
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,621

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“Hoseok, I don’t think this a good idea…”

“Of course it is, (Y/N)-ah! It’ll be fun. Trust me. Have I ever let you down before?”

“Actually, yes, and I think I still have that bruise on my knee that says otherwise—!”

Okay, in you go!”

Hoseok!” You protest loudly, but it’s no use, because Hoseok has already lifted you up by the waist, proceeding to dump you rather unceremoniously into the grocery cart. It wouldn’t have mattered how much you fought against his hold, because the end fact remains that Hoseok is and will always be much stronger than you, and trying to fight him is like trying to fight a bull. “We’re going to get in trouble!”

“Nonsense!” Hoseok retorts boldly, readying himself behind the cart, hands moving up to grip the handles. “If you lived life the safe way, where exactly do you think you’d be?”

“Uh, at home without that bruise on my knee?” You counter sarcastically, gripping the sides of the shopping cart for extra measures.

Hoseok pretends not to hear you as he prepares the cart at the end of the aisleway.”Okay, ready to go (Y/N)?”

“I—said—no—!”

Let’s go!”

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anonymous asked:

The brobeans and "balance" please!

“Did Backy say we were supposed to get the Greek yogurt that tastes like chalk or the kind that makes you shit on a regular schedule?” Tom asked, paused in front of the dairy aisle with the shopping cart in front of him.

Mike frowned. “Aren’t they the same thing?”

“You tell me,” Tom said, and waved an arm. Mike looked closer at an entire wall filled with yogurt, claiming to do everything from balance everything in his digestive system to his checkbook, strengthen his bones, raise his energy, and maybe even give him laser eyes.

Jesus,” he said.

“I know, right?” Tom said. “Oh, hey, this kind has, like, Reese’s Pieces you can mix in.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant when he said we had to go out and buy groceries that—” Mike held up the first two fingers on both hands for air quotes and made his best Scary Backstrom face—"‘Properly fuel and respect your role of professional athletes’. I told you not to let him see inside the fridge when he came over yesterday. Whatever, we’ll just get yogurt last. Where’s Burky?“ Mike asked.

“I think he was gonna look at the liquor store across the street and see if they had any of the vodkas Ovi said we should get after he stopped screaming at us for having  that jog of Popov’s in the cabinet.”

“Man, they’re not even gonna let him in the door; he looks like he’s twelve,” Mike said. “Anyway. New plan. I buy the vodka, Burky buys whatever yogurt he thinks Backy will yell the least amount over, and you just buy some stuff we can put in the vegetable crisper so it looks like we’re eating them. Like, baby carrots or something. Okay, break.”

anonymous asked:

Original Evan and Connor meet your Evan and Connor (Dead Ev. and Not dead Conner)

(Eeeee! You said my Evan and Connor. That literally brings a tear to my eye)

“Are you seeing this shit?”

“Kind of hard not to.” Connor had walked into the store to buy more milk when he saw someone that looked exactly like Evan from across the dairy aisle.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a twin brother would you?”

“Not that I can remember no-hey where are you going?” He shivered as Connor walked straight through him. There was only one jug of Tru Moo Chocolate Milk left and the guy was to close to the drink for comfort. Reaching for the drink he felt the other guy’s hand touch his.

“Hey back off I saw it first.” Other Evan froze staring straight at Connor.

‘Holy shit, he looks exactly like Evan. Stupid freckles and all.’

“C-Connor?”

“Yeah?” His hand instantly let go of the jug instead grabbing Connor’s hand. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Y…you’re real…”

“Yeah no shit. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Uh Connor?” Looking behind him he saw his Evan staring straight ahead. “There’s a, a ghost r-right next to him that looks j…just like you.”

Now even more confused he turned to the other Evan with a glare.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here and why do you look like Evan?”

Short S/O + Iwazumi, Kuroo, and Daichi

I screwed up and accidentally deleted the ask but they wanted a short fem!crush on a grocery trip to be reaching for something that was too high and the boys come running in to save the day!
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For the most part, you enjoyed grocery shopping. It gave you an excuse to get out of the house, and you could buy whatever you wanted without your family nagging you. The little expedition was gong by smoothly until you went to grab a box of cereal. Pushing your cart, you stepped up on the bar, trying to reach for the milk that was conveniently placed on the top shelf. You attempted this a few times before you gave up. Deciding to try a new method, you carefully climbed the first shelf, unbeknownst to the male watching you a few feet away.

Daichi Sawamura:
He couldn’t help but to stare at the petit form in front of him. You were further down the aisle attempting to reach the milk on the highest shelf. Your shirt had ridden up a bit revealing a patch of silky skin. Daichi’s mind began to wander, but before his thoughts went down the gutter he snapped himself out of his stupor. Being the gentleman that he was he politely offered to grab it for you. By now your face had been painted a lovely hue of pink as you hurriedly thanked him for his help.

“Thank you so much Daichi. That could have ended pretty badly if you weren’t here.” You smiled, clutching the milk tightly in your hands.

Daichi chuckled reaching around to run the back of his neck. “Well if you ever need help, just let me know.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. How about this Saturday around noon?”

“As in a date?”

“As in a date.”

Smooth Daichi. Smooth.

Kuroo Tetsurou:
Kuroo was definitely more cat-like than you have him credit for. You didn’t even notice his presence until you felt firm hands gripping your waist to lift you high enough to reach the milk.

“Kuroo? How long have you been there?” You questioned turning to face your grocery store hero.

“Long enough to know that my damsel was in distress.” He smirked earning a cute giggle to escape your parted lips.

Your ears perked at the term ‘my’. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Oh? When did I become your damsel?” You challenged leaning closer to the captain.

Kuroo’s demeanor suddenly shifted as he realized what his phrase was implying.

Did he want to date you? Hell yes.

“W-well now. I m-mean only if you want to of course…” He trailed off, continuously stumbling over his words.

You thought it was absolutely adorable.

“Of course you dork.”

Iwazumi Hajime:
Making a midnight food run, the last person he expected to run into was you. He was innocently strolling past the dairy aisle when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He nearly did a double take just to make sure his vision wasn’t failing him. Lucky for him, it was you clad in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. It hugged your legs in all the right places. Not that he was looking or anything. Looking over at you he noticed that your futile struggle to reach the milk wasn’t coming to an end anytime so he decided he’d help you out.

“What are you trying to reach?”

The voice startled and you whirled around nearly punching him in the stomach.

“Iwazumi! Don’t scare me like that. I could’ve hurt you.” You chided.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Which type of milk are you trying to get?” He asked.

“The strawberry flavour.”

He easily grabbed the carton and handed it to you. You thanked him, but as he turned to leave you grabbed his wrist.

“Um…do you mind helping me with a few other things? They are too high to reach…” You muttered with red cheeks.

Oh goodness, you were too cute. How could Iwazumi say no to a face like that?
Thus, this one incident led to many other midnight escapades with the vice-captain.

Thanksgiving Gone Wrong Starters
  • "There's no way this bird is fitting in that oven."
  • "Do I look like I know how to cook?"
  • "Here, help me get this cornish hen inside the turkey. I want to convince my sister the turkey was pregnant."
  • "If I hear one more Christmas song I'm going to throttle someone."
  • "My family made it a whole ten minutes before arguing this year."
  • "Backyard football got a little heated, can you meet me at the ER?"
  • "I need you to run back to the store."
  • "You didn't tell me that I had to kill the turkey!"
  • "I think the stuffing is laced with drugs."
  • "I don't think my mom has caught on yet that my brother's roommate is his boyfriend yet. She's letting them share a room."
  • "Don't you think it's a little racist the neighbors dress up their kids as Native Americans?"
  • "I'm lost somewhere between the dairy aisle and the end of the check-out line."
  • "Oh my God, I hate your family."
  • "I can't tell if your grandma is asleep on the couch or dead."
  • "What asshole decided to hold the election right before a major family holiday?"
  • "No, really, the bed in my room is too small to fuck on. It's like my parents are trying to sabotage me."
  • "The line for the bathroom is 12 deep."
  • "I'm still at the airport."
  • "Why do I smell something burning -- oh."
  • "You can't use fireworks to cook!"
  • "The turkey hotline blocked my number."
  • "Why is your head in the turkey?!"