i spent like the past week drawing things for this ; v;

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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Sunday Times article - Zayn

ZAYN MALIK: ‘LOVE HURTS … LOVE IS HARD’ 

 Zayn Malik’s eyelashes are epic. They ought to have their own Twitter account, like Cara Delevingne’s eyebrows. They are long, matt and untouched by mascara, as I can report with authority from my seat next to this delicately beautiful man on a sofa in a cavernous photo studio just outside Paris. He appeared on set half an hour early and full of enthusiasm (“This coat is sick, man, I love the tailoring”) and pursued, as ever, by paparazzi who had followed him from his hotel, the Four Seasons George V, where he and Gigi Hadid are slumming it during Paris fashion week.

“Zigi” are the pop/fashion power couple of the moment. She has just appeared on her 19th Vogue cover, the inaugural Vogue Arabia (a nod to her father’s Palestinian heritage); he is currently finishing his second solo album and was in the recording studio till 5am this morning. The stakes are high because his first solo single, Pillowtalk, was No 1 in 68 countries. But after his years in One Direction, slogging away at the coalface of teeny pop, he is now his own man and enjoying it. Does he consider Paris fashion week, which he’s ostensibly here for (he sat front row at Balmain to watch Gigi walk), work or pleasure? “I don’t see any difference. I do my work and I have fun while I’m doing it.”

He flew to Paris to surprise Gigi as a romantic gesture. “She didn’t know I was coming,” he says. “I went up to the suite to knock on the door…” Pretending to be room service? “Exactly. But my number had changed to European on her phone, so it wasn’t much of a surprise in the end. She played along with it, though.” Ah, Gigi, such a good sport. “It’s been amazing spending time here with my girlfriend,” he says. “The food is always great here. Steak and mashed potatoes.” Living in LA, he’s missed the carbs. “In LA, you get your fresh fruit and your kale smoothies, but you don’t get yer potatoes.”

He hasn’t lost his Bradford accent, and it makes everything he says sound droll and unpretentious. “Bit raunchy, bit romantic, Titanic-like,” is how he gruffly describes his Fifty Shades Darker song with Taylor Swift, I Don’t Wanna Live Forever, currently in the charts. He grew up in East Bowling, where his mum, Trisha, who is Anglo-Irish, worked as a school chef, while his British-Pakistani dad, Yaser, stayed at home looking after the four children. Has he taken Gigi home yet? “I’ve never took her to Bradford, not yet. She’s met my family in London a few times, though.”

After he left One Direction in March 2015, breaking a million teenage hearts and ending a hugely lucrative mini industry (the band is now on hiatus), he lived at the Beverly Hills Hotel for six months, eating room-service chicken wings, feeling the vibes of all the musicians who had to stay at the hotel, such as Frank Sinatra, and doodling lyrics for his solo album, Mind of Mine, on the headed notepaper. Then he bought a home in Bel Air. “Gigi’s been living with me this past year,” he says. I notice that he pronounces “Gigi” not as a Gallic caress, but like a northerner going to the races: Gee-Gee. “I call her Gee, she calls me Zee,” he says. “There’s some other nicknames too, but I’ll keep those private.” He smiles.

They’re a hugely visible couple, who have been together since late 2015, and play out their love affair in fashion magazine shoots and the sexy video they filmed together for Pillowtalk — in which Zayn sings a passionate chorus that “f****** and fighting on is our paradise and it’s our war zone”. Why a war zone? “I don’t actually mean it’s a war zone,” he says slowly. “It’s a… metaphor for different things.” I pull a face. Zayn. I think we can do a little better than that. He takes the hint, draws breath and digs a bit deeper. “Love hurts,” he says. “Love is hard. Maybe my experiences of love up to writing that album were new and hard.”

He was previously engaged to Perrie Edwards of Little Mix, but they split in 2015. “I think there’s a strength in expressing emotion. If you were a guy, you used to have to be really masculine, but now expressing emotion is accepted and respected.”

When he published his autobiography last year, at the age of 23 no less, he came out as having suffered from an eating disorder, sometimes going for several days without eating at all. Headlines followed, such as “How Zayn Malik Is Shifting the Narrative of Men with Eating Disorders” in the Huffington Post. “It wasn’t specifically an eating disorder,” he says. “It was a control thing. Every area of my life was so regimented and controlled [the boys in 1D would sometimes have to go straight from playing a stadium to recording new material in the evening], it was the one area where I could say, ‘No, I’m not eating that.’ Once I got over the control, the eating just came back into place, super naturally.” He corrects himself. “Not supernaturally! Just really naturally. I came back to the UK and spent some time with my mum and got some TLC, and she cooked me food and I got back in touch, mentally, with a lot of the things I’d lost.”

How is his second album, due later this year, coming along? “They always say the second album is difficult, but so far I’m really happy with this one. There are real signs of growth and development. Hopefully, as a human being, I’m growing too, in my knowledge and perception.” Still, like so many, he gets “too wrapped up” in his social media. “I’m scrolling and scrolling and I’m, like, ‘I have to stop’, but I can’t, so I delete the app from my phone. And download it again the next day or whatever.”

He has deliberately surrounded himself with a music management team of strong, middle-aged women. Coming from a matriarchal family, he likes it that way. He seems in good hands. “I now have no problem with anxiety. It was something I was dealing with in the band,” he says. Did sharing his eating problem help? “Yes. People saw strength in that, and they didn’t seem to expect it from a guy, but they expect it from a female, which to me is crazy. We’re all human. People are often afraid to admit difficulties, but I don’t believe that there should be a struggle with anything that’s the truth.”

In One Direction he was tagged “the mysterious one”. “I have no idea why,” he says. “It was obviously a marketing strategy to appeal to different areas of female personalities and wants and needs. ‘I might want a cute one’, ‘I might want a cheeky one’, ‘I might want a mysterious one’, that’s all it was.” He’s smiling — he doesn’t seem bitter about having been a pick’n’mix pop puppet. “It’s cool, that’s life, I guess. I don’t really think of myself as mysterious, but maybe I am.”

He has a naughty, clever, playful side. He enjoys pretending to be his own evil twin, Rodger Malik. It’s a bit like Eminem’s Slim Shady. “Maybe it’s a psychological thing, or I’m creating an alter ego, but it’s fun to banter with your evil twin,” he says, rolling up his trouser leg to show me a tattoo on his calf that says “Rodger” in scrawled letters, near a tattoo of Jack Nicholson as The Joker. “He’s quite influential, that Rodger. He’s done a couple of songs on the new album. He’s off fishing today.”

Mysterious, possibly. Complicated, for sure. But Zayn seems at ease with himself. He’s pursuing new projects, including designing for Giuseppe Zanotti and some “regal, but street-inspired” looks for Versace Versus. “Actually, Gee helped me design for Zanotti. She’s a really good artist, really creative.” Donatella Versace commissioned Gigi to photograph Zayn and the British model Adwoa Aboah for a Versus campaign. “We shot it at the Chateau Marmont. It was just me, her and Adwoa. We got on a good vibe with it. There’s a dingy, rock’n’roll look to it.” How did Gigi take to being on the other side of the camera? “She didn’t have any problems taking photos,” he says. “There were no tantrums. She’s a really chilled person — she fell right into it.”

Donatella is more effusive, summing up their love affair: “They define the mood of their generation with their honesty, energy and love.” She’s got it. That’s Zee and Gee for you.

Question Extravaganza Blog #2

Hi there! Remember, back in December, when we had an “End-of-the-year Question Extravaganza Blog”? And how there was going to be a second part? Well, FINALLY, here it is! Round two of our answers to the questions that you sent to us via Twitter, so long ago.

Who’s playing this time:

Tom – Localization Producer

Brittany – Localization Producer

Junpei – Assistant Product Manager/XSEED’s Garbage Disposal

Ryan – Localization Lead

Nick – Localization Editor

Alyssa – Product Associate

Liz – QA Tester

Danielle – QA Tester

WARNING: Spoiler alert, just in case! And maybe some language.

 

Question: which character from Senran Kagura New Wave would you most like to see become playable in a future game

Liz:

There are so many! Kasumi, Kumi, Fuga, and Bashou
    Kasumi - shy girl that can code her way into your heart? aw yuss.
    Kumi - ngl I like foxes. I’m also hella curious what her animations would look like…
    Fuga - dude it’s fireworks coming from a shamisen who doesn’t wanna SEE THAT. AND THOSE PLATFORMS. DAMN.
    Bashou - paintbrushes: creation, destruction, or the beauty that comes from their combination? tune in next time on quiet girls that can artfully kill you

Brittany:

Fuga. I’ve loved her design ever since I first saw it and I’ve actually begged Takaki-san in person to put her in one of the core games.

Alyssa:

Picking just one is hard, so these are the ones are the top of my list:

Meimei – She fights by throwing bombs shaped like steam buns. Just. Yes.

Ukyou – For some reason, I really like the idea of a machine gun shaped like a bass guitar. She’s also a cutie, I like her design.

Seimei – I like the fact that she rocks pajamas. I wish I could wear pajamas all the time…

Question: What is your most favorite game that you have localized And why?

Brittany:

Trails of Cold Steel II. I cried so much while working on it, haha. It was the game that made me feel like I was really growing up as a writer, and I was so proud of the effort I put into that during every step of the process. Everyone knows I love the series, but for now, that game has a particularly strong place in my heart because I feel like I grew as a person together with those in Class VII (is this too cheesy? lol).

Junpei:

Definitely the EDF series. I’ve been a big fan of the series since the first EDF came out in Japan, but also I learned a lot from the producer and the dev team. It was a very exciting to work on, and luckily, EDF2: Invaders from Planet Space was selected as a D.I.C.E  Award nominee.

Also, Touhou: Scarlet Curiosity was a favorite, too. The game is very fun and pretty. I didn’t really know about the Touhou series at first, but this was a good title for Touhou beginners like me to learn what Touhou is. The dev team is very passionate and professional. I was always impressed by them while working on this.

Ryan:

I have a few personal favorites: Estival Versus because I love the character banter, Deep Crimson for the same reason, and Suikoden V because it was my first real localization project and I still have a soft spot for it.

Alyssa:

I have a soft spot for Ys: Memories of Celceta. It was published before I started working here, but was the first XSEED game that I played.

Even though we didn’t really localize it (just published it physically), I’m a big fan of Shantae: Half-Genie Hero. Working with WayForward was an absolute treat and I’m so glad that we have a chance to do something with them.

Tom:

I think anyone who knows me knows my answer to this, but in case you don’t: RETURN TO POPOLOCROIS, BABY!! ;) The very first game script I ever translated was part of the script to PopoloCrois Story II on the PS1, which I translated in play-script format and uploaded to GameFAQs as a translation guide. After that, the very next thing I translated was all 51 episodes of the two existing PopoloCrois anime. I am a PopoloCrois super-fan, and when the opportunity came along to work on a PopoloCrois game, to say I was ecstatic would be an understatement. Getting to officially write English dialogue for Prince Pietro Pakapuka, Narcia the forest witch, the White Knight, and the GamiGami Devil was an absolutely amazing experience, and getting to sit in on voiceover sessions and help shape the way they sounded in English was the icing on the cake.

Corpse Party is a close second, though, because I was able to get much more graphic than I’m used to, and it was a bizarre amount of fun describing some of the most horrible acts of mutilation and torture imaginable. It was weird working on Corpse Party and Fishing Resort at the same time, as I had to keep stopping myself from inserting extremely graphic language into the Fishing Resort script.

And Akiba’s Trip: Undead & Undressed gets an honorable mention, as the three weeks spent in voice-recording for that game may be the most fun I’ve had in my seven years at XSEED.

Question: Where do you face the most unexpected challenges during the localization process?

Nick:

The thing about unexpected challenges is that they’re…well, unexpected. The things we run into the most frequently are things we know to be watchful for based on past experience (which is why we usually catch the major stuff). A good example of an “unexpected challenge” would be realizing partway in that we don’t actually have all the text files for the game, even though the developer said they gave us everything. Working on games that are still in production also has the tendency to turn up a lot of unexpected issues, particularly when the developers change things and neglect to mention that they were changed. If you learn that a localization was being worked on while a game was still in development, know that it was probably a huge headache for the translators and editors compared to working on something that has been finished and more or less finalized.

Sometimes it’s because there’s an honest mix-up and they thought they’d given us everything. Other times there’s a breakdown in communication along the way, as can occur when information has to pass through too many hands. So…ultimately, miscommunication is where we stand to face the most unexpected challenges. It varies from project to project, and we know to be mindful of it, but we can never fully predict when this sort of issue will pop up.

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Question: Where do you try to draw the line between remaining loyal to the original and changing to fit the region you are localizing for?

Nick:

Every editor will give you a different answer for this, so I can only speak personally, but here’s where I stand on this issue. When I localize a game, I absolutely want the intent of the original to come through. That’s what people are coming to the work for - what they want to experience. However, sometimes, truly conveying the spirit of the original work necessitates departing from the exact language of the original.

If one facet of my job is about accurately conveying information and character relationships, another facet is to ensure people who buy our games are entertained and engaged. That happens best with a script that feels fairly natural in its English phrasing. A quick example is how, if you listen to people converse, most people make frequent use of contractions. They’re a natural linguistic shorthand for English, so it feels natural to make broad use of them in character dialogue. But I often see dialogue written without them (like, where it doesn’t strike me as an intentional editorial choice). Without contractions, at the most basic level, you’ll get dialogue that sounds wooden and has less flow to it (Tom and I often compare it to the speaking style of Data, from Star Trek: TNG), but in some cases, using or not using contractions can subtly alter the way we perceive a line, especially if there’s no voice-over to clue us in. “I cannot believe he said that about me” carries a bit more of a testy tone than “I can’t believe he said that about me.”

There are also cultural differences that, when translated over on a 1:1 basis, won’t elicit the same response from an international audience, so some tweaking is necessary to make sure Western players of a game experience enjoyment similar to what Japanese players would’ve felt. This is admittedly a touchy issue, since a lot of this involves getting a good feel for the characters’ personalities, and so is inevitably colored by an editor’s own interpretations of them. In a blog I wrote before the first Trails of Cold Steel was released, I laid out some cases where I basically felt that the characterizations provided in some places by the original script were lacking, so Kris and I embarked on a mission to strengthen characterization not through any sweeping gestures, but just by bringing certain traits more clearly to the fore in scenes specific characters were in. It’s something you might notice if you had the Japanese and English scripts side by side, but it never stood out to most players, and from anecdotal accounts I’ve read many places online, I think this initiative of ours was very successful. Certainly, I think it brought a lot to Rean’s character in particular.

Ultimately, I want a localization to keep all the information the original script gave, but sometimes I re-frame how that information is conveyed because I value entertaining/engaging writing and want our games to feel, as much as possible, like the English scripts could just as well have been the original scripts.

“So, where do I draw the line? As someone who always wants to push for better writing, I generally won’t make an edit - even if it would sound great - that would result in dropping factual information conveyed by the original. Not necessarily on a line-by-line basis, but definitely on a scene-by-scene basis. Ultimately, I want a localization to keep all the information the original script gave, but sometimes I re-frame how that information is conveyed because I value entertaining/engaging writing and want our games to feel, as much as possible, like the English scripts could just as well have been the original scripts.”

Brittany:

This question is too broad and no one should have one answer for it. It depends on the game itself, the context, the importance of the topic in question in the scope of the story, the emotional impact it’s supposed to make. The most generic answer I can give is that we should always remain loyal to the spirit/intent of the original game, and if anything comes under question, we should consult the dev team and get their perspective on it.

I guess an example that’s happened a few times throughout Trails is one where Japanese honorifics are dropped as people become closer. A big deal is made out of it, but that sort of thing doesn’t exist in English. At the same time, there’s no reason to force it in the English version because the name-dropping isn’t necessarily the focus–it’s the result of characters becoming closer. The intent is the bond, and as long as you write the scene so that English players understand these characters have become closer thanks to what’s going on, then I believe we’re still loyal to the Japanese while still properly localizing the scene.

Question: outside of trails in the sky sc what was the hardest game to work on you’ve released?

Brittany:

It’s a toss-up between Unchained Blades and Rune Factory 4. RF4 was a joy to work on because I’m a big fan of the series, but it also contains so many complex algorithms that even the Japanese version of the game occasionally had random bugs that just couldn’t be reproduced. Those were everywhere during QA, and then we also had had all that text that needed to be checked for context…

Unchained Blades is far shorter with less text, but it was plagued with bugs during QA to the point where I once ran to the bathroom to cry from losing my save data for the umpteenth time. We had no debug mode for that one, either, so anything I had to test, it had to be done by playing through like a normal player. Hopefully the effort was worth it. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of players experiencing the issues on that game that I had!

Ryan:

Probably Fate/EXTELLA, which had a lengthy, lore-heavy script with a long history behind it, plus a writing style that was both abstractly poetic and strictly technical.

Danielle:

I would say the Story of Seasons series, mostly because of the sheer volume of text and variables to test.

Question: which sort of cultural references do you try to keep rather than rewriting for localization?

Tom:

Generally, all of them. It’s always better to keep a reference, and just maybe insert a brief explanation, than to get rid of it. People who play our games know that they’re playing Japanese games, so I figure, why try to disguise the Japaneseness of them? Better to celebrate it.

Ryan:

Depends on the medium and context. Fate, in general, is known in part for drawing lore from all over the world, so we did our best to keep its references to world history and literature intact. Akiba’s Trip was chock full of Japanese-language anime references, some of which had only unofficial translations, so we did our best to cobble together appropriate translations from Japanese and English fan sites. SENRAN KAGURA drops references to well-known anime now and again, well-known enough that we can keep them intact, with an English take on their wordplay (such as when Katsuragi’s play on “a great era of sexual harassment,” referring to the “great era of piracy” from One Piece, became “a great invasion of privacy.”) Occasionally, we’ll run across Japanese proverbs that don’t have direct translations, so we’ll do our best to find English proverbs or wordplay that match the general sentiment of the original.

Question: What was the situation in a game that gave you trouble? Joke? A conversation? Interactions? Items? Names? Tell us the worse!

Tom:

Shiawase no Sachiko, in Corpse Party. To this day, I’m still not 100% satisfied with my translation there.

See, in the Japanese, there’s supposed to be a distinction between 幸せのサチコ (“Shiawase no Sachiko”), which roughly translates to “Happy Sachiko,” and 死合わせのサチコ (a different way of writing “Shiawase no Sachiko”), which roughly translates to “Sachiko Aligned with Death.”

The English I came up with for this is “Sachiko Ever After” vs. “Sachiko in the Everafter.” And even that vaguely acceptable solution took far, FAR too long to come up with.

Sometimes, Japanese linguistic references are just really tough to work with!

Ryan:

The first example that comes to mind is a certain “My Room” conversation from Fate/EXTELLA, where Nero and the Master have a back-and-forth conversation about different kinds of bathing. The original Japanese script had an entire conversation tree about misreadings of kanji, which had no direct translation. This is one of those rare times where we were tempted to, as we sometimes call it, “Go full Samurai Pizza Cats,” after the old anime dub where the American dub team never received the original script and had to make up a whole new one, but we stuck with it, and eventually came up with some reasonably close wordplay in English.

Question: Do you have friends in other localization teams/companies? What could you learn from them? Do you reach out to them?

Brittany:

I’d love to hang out with some of the localization people I’ve interacted with via Twitter, because I’m actually pretty ignorant of what goes on in other companies. I’m pretty much XSEED only, but I’d love to learn the process in other places or just bond with others who do the same work that I do.

Tom:

Absolutely! Other companies are “competition” to an extent, but they’re also colleagues, and we’ve met with people from numerous other nearby companies for lunch, karaoke, etc. many times since I’ve been working here at XSEED. I don’t know that we really learn much from them, nor they from us, but we always “talk shop” when we meet up, discussing localization challenges we’ve faced, fun stuff we’ve done recently, etc. It’s just good to sometimes talk with other people who fully understand what we do.

Ryan:

We’re good friends with the Aksys team down the street, a lot of our staff have Atlus experience, and most of the original senior staff came from Square-Enix. For Fate/EXTELLA, the Aksys guys were kind enough to share their notes and script from Fate/EXTRA as references. One of the best bits of advice I can give people looking for work in the industry is “Make friends wherever you go,” and that’s as true once you’re in as it is when you’re getting started.

To Find A Home - Part One

Originally posted by nineteenninetyeightt

A/N: This is the first fanfiction I post on Tumblr, so please be nice. Critique is always welcome as long as it’s constructive. Also, I am aware that these sorts of reader inserts are very common on Tumblr so if you think mine looks a lot like the work of someone else, please notify me. I’ll check it out and speak to the author if need be. The last thing I want is to accidentally plagiarize someone else’s work. Finally, English isn’t my first language. I apologize if there are any mistakes.

This is a series rewrite with a new character! If you don’t like that sort of thing, you don’t have to read it.

Enjoy!


Summary: Y/N, daughter of Marcus Kane, is sent with the 100 to the ground. The quiet girl meets new faces and realizes the planet is more dangerous than it looked from the Ark.

Warning: violence, swearing

Word count: 4418

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Earth. From my cell’s small window, it looked even farther away than usual. As a child, I used to stare at the blue planet for hours on end, staring as clouds covered oceans and continents, dreaming of setting foot on the surface. I would draw forests, animals and mountains in the corners of my school books, so lost in thought I wouldn’t even hear the teacher yelling my name. My grandmother encouraged my longing for Earth. My father, not so much.

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klance art school au

klance art school au cause i l o v e this idea

also just an fyi this is super long because i have no idea how to shorten anything

  • keith got in on an art scholarship. the only reason he chose this school was because shiro recommended it to him
  • lance was one of those kids that always knew he was gonna be an artist and when it came down to choosing a school, there were so many he just. flipped a coin. what to heck lance
  • they end up as roommates, and are immediately at each other’s throats. keith thinks lance is too messy, lance thinks keith has a paintbrush up his ass or something
  • they also absolutely cannot agree on a medium to work in
  • (hints at adhd lance) anyways lance cant just pick one medium to work in so he has basically anything you could ever need ever. ink block printing? check. specifically water soluble oil paints? theyre probably somewhere. if its in an art store hes buying it
  • keith works in predominantely charcoal which terrifies lance. usually the most he does for color is just a red wash over his pieces. whenever he does paint, he would literally fight someone on oil paints vs acrylics
  • lance is the kind of artist that doesnt own a single piece of clothing without paint on it, usually has pigment on his hands/face, and probably has a 72 piece marker set on him at all times, just in case. pencils behind his ears, paintbrushes in his pockets, the works
  • this drives keith  n u t s
  • keith only works at his desk, and nothing ever leaves that desk. including him. this kid is always working wtf. his supplies are all neat and he would rather lay down in traffic than leave his workplace messy
  • so anyways, theyre getting into the semester, and they have their figure drawing class together, and theyre both pissed about this fact, and are absolutely certain that the other guy is just gonna piss them off so much that they dont know how this is gonna work
  • lance would rather admit that a mullet is a good hairstyle than let keith be the one that keeps him from going to class, and he bets keith wont be able to do it. keith is ready to #fite 24/7 so when lance said that he just. bolted out the door. he was going to get there first. this leads to a very loud race across the campus
  • but unfortunately they both have poor time management skills (theyre artists what do u expect) and had spent so much time arguing before they left that when they get to the class, there’s only 2 easels left. right next to each other. they agree to disagree, and decide to just ignore each other
  • the class starts smoothly enough, but WHOOP the model is a guy, and when he strips to start doing the poses, lance loses whatever shred of professionalism he had and squeaks, and keith is no better off
  • they share a look that says “oh no he’s HOT” and go through the entire class bright red
  • this leads to a sort of truce
  • they still dont get along too well, but now keith will go to lance because he needs colored pencils, and lance tries to clean up as best as he can, but its hard, sue him
  • and a sort of tentative friendship develops
  • so time passes and theyve learned how to handle each other, and they have another class together. when they show up to the class, the professor gives the class a project; they have to recreate someome or something important to them in the medium they think suits the subject best
  • lance’s mind immediately jumps to his family, but when he looks over to keith, soft hair falling over his face, chewing on the end of a pencil, it hits him
  • his first reaction is to be insulted that its KEITH of all people, moody and broody keith, who gripes about lance’s mess, who has a MULLET for gods sake, but its also the keith that nodded his head when lance told him he was bisexual, who answered “im gay”, keith who distracts him with bad jokes and chipped nail polish and stupid bets, and he decides its ok
  • keith on the other hand is completely lost. the only family he really had was shiro, and the only thing really important to him was simply art, but he figured a lot of people were doing that
  • and back in their dorm, when they’re both working, and keith needs a very specific marker, and lance gives it to him without thinking, he stops
  • lance, who insists on being his rival, who is constantly picking on keith and calling him out, but its also lance that gives him obscure materials, doesnt push him about his past, who sings in the shower but its grounding and keith accepts it
  • this leads to very bad attempts at drawing the other when hes not looking
  • i hope you never have to draw someone when they keep moving its impossible
  • its been weeks and the project is due soon, lance is out, and keith stayed back to work. when he ends up needing some different markers because none of them are the right blue of lance’s eyes, he heads over to his desk
  • it looks like a warzone
  • keith spends almost 5 minutes trying to find the markers, and he stumbles across lance’s sketchbook
  • lo and behold its filled with drawings of him, and keith’s initial reaction is to freak out, but he realizes that it must mean lance feels the same way, and he’s elated and a little terrified, but he’s never been one to sit around, and decides to tell lance when he gets back
  • when lance shows up, keith doesnt even end up saying anything, just shoving his open sketchbook into lance’s arms
  • and as lance flips through his face lights up, because keith feels the same way  and he’s so excited  and this poor noodle cant think through something to save his life, and he just smooches keith
  • keith is 100% behind this
  • keith ends up doing his final piece in as many mediums as he possibly can
  • lance does his in charcoal with a red wash
  • they both pass
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Originally posted by rrrretfc

Word count: 827 // sorry for it being so short

Warnings: none

Author’s note: I also need to apologise to the precious @xnihilaliudx that this had been so delayed and thank you for your sweet message! I hope this fits your imaginations 😚

Please enjoy and have a nice and safe day/night ♥

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#13 Renegades

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Space in Between - Part 3

Tag List:  @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx


It had been five weeks since your outburst in Dr. Beck’s class. Five weeks of focused lectures, eagerly taking notes and posting small essays. Five weeks of being able to easily ignore the way Dr. Beck made your stomach drop when he looked at you, or teased you when you answered something correctly. Everyone somehow catching on that you were one of those students, the kind that spent too many hours studying and prepared for class, a handful of questions to be asked. It was in the third week that Dr. Beck informed you that he’d stay after class to answer any of them when they started eating into lecture time. And he did, listening and answering each question deliberately as you hastily took notes. You were able to get lost in learning and distract yourself from him. Even when all the other women lingered about to catch a glance and hopefully start a conversation with the handsome, young professor. At first, everyone suspected you did it because you liked him. Then they realized you weren’t a threat, just a young grad student immersed in work.  That you came to class early and left late because you loved learning and analyzing and really had no opinion on him.

That you weren’t a threat.

It was on such an occasion that you walked into the lecture hall early. You had woken up in a particularly good mood, and you pushed your thick hair on top of your head as you threw on a mustard dress and tights, boots to match your fall look. You had even found time to throw on makeup and when Hector walked in and whistled.

“Looking good hot stuff,” he whistled, sliding in beside you. “If you weren’t such a nerd, I’d think you were looking good for Dr. Beck.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, though you roll your eyes as Mara walks in minutes later, bee lining for you.

“I have juicy, juicy gossip.” She whispers low, pushing past Hector to sit beside you.

“What no hi?” you ask and she rolls her eyes as you pull out a notebook.

“Who has time for that when I have juicy gossip?”

You and hector both look at her before he’s whining, “Well c’mon. You got me all interested and crap.”

She sighs, looking around the room before she bends closer to you both.

“It’s about Dr. Beck.”

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I’ll Be Waitin’ (Skinny!40s!Steve) Part 2

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Pairing: Skinny!40s!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1, 190

Genre: Romance/Fluff 

A/N: This is the second part to I’ll Be Waiting’ which was highly requested. Requests are also still open but remember to read the FAQ. Thank you for all the support and feedback on the first part. It has just under 100 notes which is absolutely crazy, I was definitely not expecting that reaction. As always, happy reading darlings!

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Ever since your encounter with Steve, he was stuck on your mind. The way his voice deepened when he spoke about something important to him, or his laugh that bounced off of the walls, or the way he made you feel as if you were the only two people in the room. 

That was why you spent a majority of your time in Charlie’s, whether that be working or sitting. Your head snapping round every time someone who looked remotely similar to Steve walked in. Charlie said you were crazy and that you shouldn’t get your hopes up, but you were smitten as a kitten, and Charlie didn’t understand that one bit.

It had been just over 3 weeks since the last time you were in Steve’s company. Far too long in your opinion, but there was nothing you could do, you had parted ways with nothing other than a few good memories and an unfulfilled promise. You were certain he’d be back, Bucky had promised you and you could tell by the way his face lit up when you agreed to a date.

It was just past 9 and you were in the ladies, reapplying your red lipstick, bored of sitting in the sweaty bar with nobody to talk to. Usually you’d talk to the creeps that would hit on you whilst ordering drinks, you had no interest in going further with them but it passed the time. Two young girls bounded into the lavatory, looking like excited puppies and gossiping too loudly for your liking. Well, that was until you caught the last part of their conversation: “How comes I get stuck with the scrawny, blonde one?” And in that moment, you knew, it was Steve.

Your Steve. 

You patted down your navy blue dress, and checked your appearance, before rushing out and surveying the area. Bucky and Steve were over at the bar, bickering. You walked over, trying not to draw much attention to yourself so they wouldn’t spot you. Luckily, it worked and you were virtually next to them, as they carried on arguing. 

“Oh come on Steve it isn’t that bad, stop complaining, we’re having fun,” Bucky picked up his glass and grinned. “See, look we’re enjoying ourselves.”

There was a pause before Steve sighed. “Buck, I don’t even wanna be here,”

You took this as the perfect opportunity to finally talk to him. You smiled to yourself before coolly saying, “That’s too bad Rogers. Thought we could have that drink you promised,”

By now you had turned your head, to see Steve with his jaw agape and Bucky with a small smile on his face. “Careful Steve, you’ll catch flies like that,” you smirked, before taking a slow sip of your drink. 

“Y/N, what an absolute delight to see you again, you’re looking as swell as ever,” Bucky said, taking your hand and kissing it ever so slightly.  

“I could say the same for you James,” you smiled. 

The truth is, you’d seen Bucky in the past three weeks, he’d come in on the weekdays whilst you were working your shift and at first he’d just sit there, but then he started talking to you about Steve and how crazy he is for you. Steve wasn’t to know about the little meetings because Bucky said he’d take it in the absolute wrong way and that you’d just have to wait until he could drag Steve here again. Which was clearly tonight. 

“Y-Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be here, I would'a come here sooner-”

“I told you I’d be waitin’. And quite frankly you’re on thin ice, buster. Three whole weeks I’ve been sittin’ here, waitin’ for you to show up,” you said, Steve taking you seriously, a shy look taking over his features. “You gotta learn to take a joke, Rogers, anyone would think I’ve just told you your dog has died.”

“You’re a real kidder, Y/N, I better shoot, I’m entertainin’ this evenin’ you see,” Bucky laughed, pointing to the girls emerging from the ladies room. “Catch you later. Oh and Steve, if things go wrong, feel free to join us.“ 

Bucky winked and walked away leaving a confused Steve and a very amused you. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?“ 

"I’ve been thinkin’ about this day since I left you that night, and this wasn’t at all the way I planned it t'go,” Steve mumbled, staring at his shoes. 

“Steve I was kiddin’ earlier, I’m just glad you’re here now… finally here now,” you grabbed his hand and gently placed yours on top of it. He looked up, a blush spreading across his face. “Joined the army yet?”

A laugh escaped his lips as he answered, “Tried, at about twenty different enlistment offices. They take a look at me and I’m out before I can even introduce myself." 

"You’ll get there eventually Steve, I know you can do it,” you rubbed circles into his hand and smiled warmly at him. You had so much confidence in a man you just met but you knew he’d get where he wanted to be in no time.  

“Thanks Y/N, you don’t know how much that means to me, really doll.” Steve was grinning at this point, trying to capture this moment in his memory as best as he could. Never did he think he’d have one of the prettiest dames sitting in front of him, flashing her pearly whites at him and holding his hand. It felt like a dream, a dream he never wanted to wake up from. “Would it be wrong if I was t’ kiss you right now- I don’t usually- it’s so un-gentlemanly of me- but I’d like it very much if-“

As soon as the words left his lips your left hand found his face, and your right tangled in his blonde hair. You inhaled deeply for a moment before breathing out, "why don’t we find out?”


Breathtaking, that was the only word for it. It was short and sweet but, boy, was it passionate. His lips so perfectly plump and soft, brushing against your painted red ones, feeling so good together, feeling right. He smiled against your lips before gently stroking your face and pulling away. 

You both sat in silence for a while, still beaming like maniacs. It was a comfortable silence; you could still hear his breathing, even with the swing band playing loudly in the background. And you were sure he could hear yours, your heart beat going at a million miles per hour simply because he was there and that moment was perfect. 

You leant forward towards Steve and swiped your thumb across his lips. “Better clean that up sugar, otherwise you’ll be lookin’ like a circus clown.”

He quickly used his shirt sleeve to clean up the lipstick you’d left on his lips. He signalled to you to ask if it had gone and you nodded silently. 

“You know, there’s a perfectly good dance floor right over there and-”

Steve held his hand out to you, grinning from ear to ear, “Y/N, would you like to dance?”

“God, Steve, I thought you’d never ask.”

Los Angeles Love

A/N: This was requested by an anon, but I knew it was @sammyxorae so I’m tagging her in this. Enjoy! I hope it’s what you expected it to be! Btw, thank you tons for helping me with that one line! Also, I was half asleep when I wrote parts of this, so I apologize if it seems a bit rushed.

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 5,464

Characters: Rob Benedict x Reader, OCs

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse and cheating, angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, nudity, pretty much the whole nine yards.

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Summary: The reader moves to Los Angeles to escape her past and meets her new love along the way.

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MSC/FoS/ST: Suicidal Ideation

i.

Somewhere, far from here,

there is a group of people

who drill holes

in their skulls

so that they can

talk to God.

ii.

When we yawn,

we force tiny bits of oxygen

into our blood,

and then to our brains

this allows us to stay awake

for split seconds longer.

Who knows what it could do

when applied directly to the brain?

iii.

With enough air pressure,

the trumpet can hit a note so loud

that it can splatter brain matter

against skull walls.

iv.

When she asked me what I was thinking about,

I yawned and said nothing.

v.

I think about putting a hole through my head

the way most people think about dinner plans-

off and on through out the day,

every day.

I guess you could say

that it’s just my way of praying.”

Suicidal ideation is one of those topics that is hard to talk about. That’s a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago. The first time I was marked down as having suicidal thoughts? The sixth grade. I wrote a poem about death following me at every corner when I was in the fourth. But I didn’t have the word suicidal just yet. and I wouldn’t have suicidal ideation for many years to come.

We called it passively suicidal.

“I wouldn’t kill myself but if a gun man told me to get on my knees or he’d shoot me? I would not kneel." 

"I wouldn’t kill myself.. but if there was a pill that I could take and never have existed.. I’d do it.”

“I don’t want to die but sometimes I wish I’d never been born.”

Or.. as Neil Hilborn said, “I think a lot about killing myself. Not like a point on a map but rather like a glowing exit sign on a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.”

I called it Russian Roulette. because while most people with suicidal ideation will never actually kill themselves, they will do ridiculous things because they just don’t /care/.

Or not take their medicine. or go to doctors. or reach out for help because suicidal ideation is like wearing your favorite sweater during the summertime.

Comforting in an odd way but heavy and suffocating and people look at you like it’s your choice to be that way.

It was 12 years old sitting in a therapists office and hearing, ‘you romanticize death too much for someone who doesn’t believe in an afterlife’ and not knowing what to say but, 'all I want to be is nothing.' 

It was being 14 and sitting in an intake office, wanting desperately not to be admitted but being unable to say 'okay’ to 'Promise you won’t hurt yourself. no matter what’. No matter what was a silly ultimative that no one can actually promise. It was 18, the college psychologist pushing to have me pulled- it was mandatory 5 day a week outpatient because I wouldn’t say 'No matter what, I won’t kill myself.’ It was every teacher in between reporting me to counselors for comments like, 'I can’t take the test right now because I’m thinking about drinking bleach.’ and drawing pictures of stick figures jumping off buildings on the back of calculus tests.

It was also walking around town at 4 am by myself because I no longer cared about the consequences. It was the second OD- swallowing handfuls of pills because they were either going to make me better or they were going to kill me and while I wanted to be better- I didn’t mind the second.

It was hyperventilating because a teacher made me do an assignment that involved planning the next five years of my life. I turned in a piece of paper that said 'I won’t live that long. I can’t live that long. Please don’t make me.’

But it was also my therapist at 19 telling me it was okay to plan my death if it kept me living. Suicide plans were escape routes, I panicked without them. With them? I could survive anything. Because I knew if I had to- I could control the end.

There is a kind of irony in that.

Suicidal ideation… is so many things.

We should take our friends seriously when they make off hand jokes about death.

We should take our friends seriously when they talk about wanting to die, or when they romanticize death.

We should take them seriously.

In cliche story time, the first time I ever said 'I don’t want to die’ was in the middle of spasming from an OD. I clung to a girl’s shirt and kept mumbling that I didn’t want to go. She cried because I had spent the past year of our friendship telling her that suicide was an inevitability for people like me. I once made her promise that if she found me half dead- to just close the door and let me go with 'dignity’. 

It took me months to walk down the side of the road and not think about falling in front of the cars. Sometimes I still think about trumpets splattering brain tissue against my skull. The other day at work I was sorting papers and thinking about bridges. I’m not suicidal. But I’ve got years of practice romanticizing an end.

The synaptic patterns are there, it is a framework that runs strong. I’m not alone there. My best friend once said the only reason she hadn’t killed herself is that she doesn’t want to die fat. Later on it was how she wanted to die in New York. Sometimes the only thing that keeps her actively here is the next concert she is going to go to.

Supporting friends with suicidal ideation is hard, I know. But believe me, we know that too. Most of us expect everyone to leave anyway. Or think we’d be doing a favor to our friends if we left.

Making us feel guilty is not the answer.

Support. Reaffirm worth. Be gentle. Be understanding. Extend invitations. Go to them with your problems too. It can get real isolating real fast when people act like those with suicidal ideation can’t support others. It hurts both you and them.

For those battling with suicidal ideation….

I used to think about death like dinner menus. And sometimes intrusive thoughts still strike me but not so often anymore. 

Ending suicidal ideation has to be a choice. It is rarely a thing that happens on its own. But it takes effort and I understand not everyone is able to. Not everyone is in a safe place too.

Ending suicidal ideation is about understanding what you think suicide offers you. It’s about making the future seem less frightening and giving yourself things worth fighting for again. It’s about understanding your worth and your impact- that you can make a positive difference in with you friends/families/communities- that they are not better without you.

It is taking a deep breath every time you catch yourself thinking those thoughts and shaking your head and saying 'No. I’m not going to think like that anymore’.

It is distracting yourself if you have to.

It is being kind to yourself.

It is reminding yourself when good things happen, 'this, this is why I want to be alive.’

It is finding the beauty in things again, but mostly, in yourself again.

It is an uphill battle and this post- was probably the second hardest one I’ve written but it needed to be said.

Suicidal ideation is hard…

but you… you can do this.

We can do this.

together.

Feel again

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Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thranduil x elf!reader
Based on: Hi! You’re blog is awesome! Would you please write drabble where reader is elf and part of the company. When Thranduil capture the company he fell in love with reader even though reader is loyalty for her company. After the battle of the five armies Thranduil finally tell his feelings for reader and reader feels the same way even though in the begining she didn’t like the elvenking. There would be something romantic and fluff? :) - herainia
Notes: slight angst, fluff, some Thranduil’s POV, some Elvish
Words: 3.106

Author’s notes: Ok, it’s 3am and I’m a crazy person BUT I MADE IT! And, incredibly, I’m also pretty satisfied with the result! (which means you won’t like it. Yepp, back in high school it was always like that with essays). I wrote a lot, there’s some elvish and the translation is at the end! Thank you very much for your request ^-^
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Hi-Five

A/N: I am so sorry for being MIA!! Life has been hectic but here’s a little present for all of you sweethearts who still follow,reblog, and like my one-shots. And to my anons who requested, I promise to try my hardest to have them up this weekend. Til then, I hope you enjoy this one. In honor of Ian Bohen and his hilarious tweets. Let me know what you think! :) 

I stopped scrolling through my twitter feed when I saw Ian’s tweet. I turned my head towards him and saw him taking a selfie. I chuckled to myself and looked back at my phone. I’m sure his fans would disagree with his tweet. The plane had just taken off and I was counting down the hours before I’d be home, snuggled into my bed. The past few weeks were exhausting. Ian and I were finally on our way back home after two long weeks of traveling all over the country to promote Teen Wolf season 3B. Actually, Ian was the one promoting. I just happened to be free and he needed a travel buddy. Although I was tired beyond belief, I was glad that I agreed to go with Ian on his little promo tour. It gave us the chance to spend more time together, almost like a mini vacation. I started looking though all of the pictures on my phone, reliving all of our little shenanigans when I saw a flash go off. I turned my head to find Ian’s phone in my face.

“You did not.” I accused, unbuckling my seat belt and turning to face him completely, reaching out to grab his phone. Ian smirked and pulled his hand away, keeping the phone out of reach.

“Oh I did. Whatcha gonna do about it?” He taunted, still holding the phone away from me. I huffed and pouted, looking back down at the phone in my hand, clicking on twitter and typing out a quick tweet. 

[Currently sitting next to a reprobate who insists on taking random pictures of me. He’s lucky he’s pulchritudinous…cough cough @ IanBohen]

Ian’s phone buzzed as he received the notification. He barked out a laugh as he read my tweet and quickly typed out his reply.

[I’m very attracted to nerds.]

He turned back to me, shaking his shoulders in a fake shiver. “Ooh baby, I love it when you talk all smart like.” He gave me an over exaggerated saucy wink, his grin stretching across his face. I snorted and started giggling like a schoolgirl when wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re such a loser, Bohen. You and your sassy tweets.” I snickered.

Ian gave a mock gasp, as if what I just said was utterly ridiculous. “What are you talking about? Everyone loves my sassy tweets. Including you! Don’t think I don’t notice when you favorite them.” He began scrolling through his mentions and turned his phone back to me, showing me exactly when I had favorite his last hilarious tweet. Which, embarrassingly for me, was a few hours ago. I smiled in mock defeat and stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled and placed an arm around my shoulders.

“Mmhmm, so classy.”

I playfully nudged his sides and he leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss on my temple. 

We spent the next few hours fooling around and playing games to keep each other company. Ian pulled out his headphones and gave me an ear bud and we listened to his playlist during the majority of the flight. After an hour or so of truth or dare, I saw Ian yawn, the fatigue of the trip finally catching up with him. I was suddenly struck with an idea. I removed the ear bud and scooted closer to Ian, lifting the arm rest in between us and pushing it back, allowing our two seats to merge into one. I cuddled closer to him and Ian seemed to get the idea, placing an arm around me. He scooted down in his seat and got comfortable.

“Better?” I asked him. He nodded and hummed a response, yawning once again. I smiled up at him and pecked his lips, placing one of my hands on his chest. Ian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. My hand moved up and down with every inhale and exhale. I took a moment to admire his very handsome features. His 5 o’clock shadow is probably the sexiest thing ever. I let my eyes wander down to his chest, where his black V-neck shirt covered his glorious six-pack. I bit my lip as I began to trace random designs on his shirt, slowly moving up until my fingers played with the little wisps of chest hair that were peaking through the V-neck. I moved my fingers around his Ray Ban sunglasses that were also nestled between his shirt and his chest. I continued to draw little patterns until I heard a faint growl and Ian’s hand reached up to grab my wrist. 

“Stop. I’m trying to sleep.” He mumbled, voice gruff and delectable. I giggled in response and wiggled my hand out of his grasp.

“Sorry Bobo, was I distracting you?” I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes at him, returning my hand to his chest. I gently ran my fingers across his collarbone before Ian grabbed my wrist again and sat up a straight, no longer lounging in his seat.

“Keep that up babe and I’ll have to induct us into the “Mile High Club.””

“Is that a promise?” Ian groaned at my reply and leaned in to kiss me when someone cleared his or her throat. Ian and I looked to our left and found a man in his early thirty looking at us sheepishly. 

“Sorry to bother you guys, but I was just looking at your sunglasses, bro. So cool. Mind if I ask where you got them?”

Ian smiled at the man and shook his head. “Nah man, it’s all good. I got them….” I tuned the guys out and returned to my phone, still cuddled into Ian’s side. After a few minutes, I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. Ian and the guy were still chatting with each other, so I excused myself quickly and headed to the first class toilet. God Bless first class. Have I mentioned how much I like it? The bathroom was glorious and enormous. I blushed as I remembered Ian’s ‘Mile High’ proposal and realized that it actually wouldn’t be that difficult.

As I made my way back to my seat, I noticed two obvious things happening. First, the guy that was chatting with Ian was clearly in control of the conversation. He was talking a mile a minute, using his hands to help him describe something. And second, Ian looked beyond annoyed. He had a polite smile on his face, and anyone who didn’t know him would assume that he was paying very close attention to the discussion at hand. But for someone like me, who has known Ian for almost 3 years, it was easy to notice that he had lost interest in the conversation.

His hands were fondling his phone and he was lightly bouncing his right knee, which he did whenever he was annoyed with something. He nodded to the guy, keeping up the ruse that he was interested in what the man had to say. I returned to my seat, Ian subtly rolling his eyes at me. Before I could even say anything, the man reached out.

“That’s so cool bro. Definitely deserves another hi-five. Up high!”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek in order to stop myself from laughing at Ian’s expression. “Yeaaah cool.” He deadpanned, keeping his hand in place as the man enthusiastically hi-fived him. I coughed and covered my mouth, doing everything in my power to not burst out laughing. Ian’s face was priceless.

I continued to cough/laugh and Ian used this to his advantage. “Are you okay baby? Do you need water? You know what, I’ll get you some. Be right back.” And before I could reply, Ian jumped out of his seat and went towards the little walk in kitchen by the cockpit where the hostess was mixing drinks for other passengers. I gave the guy a friendly smile and he returned it. He then pulled out his eye cover and put it on. He gave me a little wave and a mumble of “See ya when the plane lands,” before covering his eyes and falling asleep.

I giggled to myself and waited for Ian to return. As I waited, I pulled out my phone and went on twitter. The first tweet on my timeline had me in stitches.

[I swear to God if you try and hi-five me one more time I’m gonna lose my shit]

Tears were streaming down my face when Ian finally returned to his seat. He took a deep breath when he noticed the guy had fallen asleep and handed me a small cup of water. I drank the cold beverage and wiped my eyes, still giggling at him.

“Shhh! If you wake him, I swear I’m gonna freak the fuck out.” That started me up again and before I knew it, I was grabbing my sides in silent laughter. My abs felt as if I were giving them a serious work out from all of the laughter. Ian started chuckling beside me and we both ended up in hysterics.

“Oh gosh. That was good. I’m okay now, phew.” I took a deep breath and calmed down. Ian smiled at me and shook his head.

“Well I’m glad you were amused by all of this. Seriously, the guy hi-fived me like four times since you went to the bathroom. Who does that?!” Ian rolled his eyes. I decided to change the subject.

“You should see the size of that bathroom! Did I ever tell you how much I love first class? Like seriously.” Ian snorted at my enthusiasm and I poked his side. “Don’t judge me.

“I didn’t say a word. Not a single word.” I scowled at him. Suddenly, a wicked thought came to mind and I bit my lip. I snuggled closer to him.

 “Actually, after seeing the size of that bathroom, I honestly considered your intriguing proposition.”

Ian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a split second before he remembered exactly what I was talking about.

“Mmm, feeling a little devious, kitten?” He asked, bringing his face closer to mine. I felt his breath ghost over my face, his lips a few inches away from mine. I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment. Ian smirked and closed the gap between us, giving me a sweet yet passionate kiss. It was short, but it conveyed everything he wanted to say.

I was breathless when we broke apart. Ian gave me a naughty smile and leaned towards my ear.

“I can’t wait to get you home. I’ve got a BIG PROBLEM that only you can fix.” He pulled back and winked at me before closing his eyes and leaning back against his seat. He intertwined both of his hands and laid them across his stomach, taking a deep breath and relaxing. He opened one eye in my direction and snickered when he saw the awestruck expression on my face.

Fucking Bohen.

Coming out swinging. Pt 2.

“A/N: Massive love to onemorebeautifulnightmare who sent the original request for Coming out swinging. She’s helping me with the rest of this too so if you like it you should go tell her how great she is! :)

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It had been much harder to become a runner than Thomas had anticipated. Everyone he spoke to about it thought that he was crazy. It was only after surviving the night in the maze that anyone took him seriously. 

It was easier now he had Minho on side. 

Thomas hadn’t been allowed back in the maze since that night, but at least he was finally a runner.

He leaned over a table full of maps, doing his best to commit them all to memory. Minho had told him explicitly that he wouldn’t be setting foot in the structure until he knew it like the back of his hand. It was a long and frustrating task but Thomas was finally becoming familiar with the different routes.

Minho entered the map room, panting slightly covered in sweat. Thomas made sure to kept quiet while he set about drawing his daily route, searching for something different. Eventually he stretched upwards, satisfied that there was no change. 

"How’s it going Greenie?”

Thomas grimaced, his nickname still standing after everything he’d done over the last few days. He was so full of questions but had to keep himself under control. Right now, he had to prove his worth.

“Try me.”

“Not yet shank. Few more days at least.”

Thomas prepares to complain about it but Minho cuts him off.

“Don’t bother. It’s the way things are done around here. It was hard enough getting them to make you a runner in the first place slinthead. You have to follow the rules around here.”

“Fine.”

There is a pause between them while Thomas shifts among the older maps and while Minho compares his own map to another. 

“Why don’t they come into the Glade?”

“Who?”

“The grievers.” Thomas internally shuddered at the thought. The fact that he had come so close to them a few nights ago made him realise just how dangerous this place was, the doors were open all day - what was to stop them from coming in and killing everyone?

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Dean,

I’m not sure if this will get to you, or if you will even care to read it as you do not know me, but I thought you should know that I think you are beautiful.

Cas

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“Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean grins, staring down at the slip of paper in his hands, “Guess what!”

Dean hears a crackly sigh from the other end of the line and grins even harder when he imagines the accompanying eye roll. “What?”

“I have a fan!”

Dean can almost hear the bitchface, “Dean, you have people crowding the stage door every night, this really isn’t news.”

“No, I mean like an actual fan! He left me a note and everything!”

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L-O-V-E (1/2)

A/N: Don’t even ask me where the inspiration for this came from LOL I was trying to finish it for Valentine’s Day but it turned into a 14k mess so I had to break it down and clean it up a little bit (and turn it into a post-Valentine’s Day fic :D)

Summary: The last thing Emma Swan expects in the wake of her ex-boyfriend wanting to get back together with her is for a man dressed in a giant dog costume to show up on her doorstep with chocolates and flowers in tow. Scratch that. The last thing she expects is to fall in love with him.

Words: 7,851 | Rating: SS for Super Silly | ao3


L is for the way you look at me.

It always amuses her that January 1st comes along and all of the stores will have already switched out their Christmas and New Year’s decorations in preparation for Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t seem to matter that the holiday (if you can even call it that) is still a month and a half away from the start of the year, wherever you go, everything is decked out in an annoying overabundance of red, pink, and white.

It’s probably Emma Swan’s least favorite holiday of the year, if she has to pick one, but if there’s one thing she does like, it’s the markdown on candy once it’s all said and done with. She can make do without all of the stuffed animals (what do people do with giant pink elephants after the fact anyway?), the cheesy cards, the ‘Stupid Cupid’ parties, and the hearts all over the place, but the candy? Oh, she loves the candy, and there’s nothing better that helps brighten the mood than indulging in some discount chocolate and getting a nice dose of endorphins with it.

As if to punctuate her point, a giant ostentatious display of Hershey’s chocolate – on sale – looms into view as she rounds the corner of the last aisle and finds herself in the produce department. She almost snorts as she reaches for a bag of Kisses (foiled in red, naturally) and aggressively throws it into the cart with the rest of her groceries. Just before she sets off, she changes her mind at the last second and makes a grab for a bag of Hugs as well (wrapped in pink and silver, god) and couple of bars of Cookies ‘n Cream with white hearts on the packaging.

The cart is pushed past another stand, this time advertising different arrangements of white and purple orchids (complete with heart balloons). Her eyes roll at the ‘discounted’ prices for a flower that’s probably going to die before the week’s out, and while she doesn’t fall over herself trying to get the blossoms into her cart to bring home, she smoothly snags two bottles of wine by the neck at a neighboring display as she moves by it. The alcohol goes in the front compartment of her cart for safe keeping and, after the week she’s had, she’s already looking forward to cracking into one (or more like both). It’s pink Moscato with – surprise – more hearts all over the label, but she’s never been one to turn down liquid candy, especially at a lower cost, so she can overlook those minor details.

Deeper into the grocery store, the Valentine’s decorations becomes less prominent and she thanks the supermarket Gods for a little red, pink and white reprieve. She wanders around aimlessly, no destination or particular item in mind, crossing each aisle and giving the shelves a quick glance before continuing to the next one. After the fifth aisle, another sale catches her eye and she has to backtrack with the cart to get a better look at the sign.

The advertisement is yellow, a half-sheet sized paper with big, bold, capitalized font that she stares at for a solid minute: SMARTWATER! 2 FOR $4!

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Merry Christmas, renqa!

*****

 

Have a Cup

Derek’s halfway through a spicy spinach quiche and black coffee when he sees him. Long limbed, bright eyed and skin alluringly pale, the end of his nose flushed from the cold. He pauses mid-sip and inhales deeply, notes of cinnamon and pumpkin spice and something warm and earthy invade his senses. Today he’s wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt and dark blue trousers, messenger bag slung haphazardly over one shoulder as he pushes open the door to the coffee house. Honey brown eyes meet his in passing and a polite nod of acknowledgment is thrown his way as Stiles passes.

“The usual?” he hears the blonde cashier, Erica, say as soon as she spots him.

“Yeah but make it a grande and two extra shots please! I’ve got a thesis that unfortunately isn’t writing itself,” comes the quick reply.

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