Okay but imagine what happens when they finally get Stiles back, after all the hugs and the tears and the proclamations of love and whatnot
Stiles goes to his Jeep, and notices something. Duct tape. Keeping Roscoe’s drivers side door shut. He turns to his friends, doing that little one-eye-twitchy thing where one eye gets super narrow in, in this case, disbelief.
“What happened to my Jeep?”
He peels the duct tape off, and the door comes swinging open, the handle broken. “I, uh–” Scott starts, and sort of smiles apologetically. “I might’ve had to break in, the first time you tried communicating with us? You know - through the Jeep’s radio. We didn’t have the keys yet.”
Stiles’ eyes narrow further. “You broke my Jeep, Scott? On purpose?”
Scott’s eyes widen and he lifts his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. “Lydia told me to.”
Stiles gestures grandly, his hands flailing with his words. “That does not mean you had to do it! You could’ve said no! You’re the alpha, aren’t you supposed to call the shots?”
“Yeah, okay - coming from the guy who hasn’t ever said no to Lydia Martin in his life.”
“Hey, she - she intimidated me, okay? You know this.”
“Which is why only now you worked up the actual courage to tell her you’ve been in love with her for like, ten years.”
Stiles looks at him for a second, before rolling his eyes. “Just get in the car, Scotty. We’ll talk about this later.”
“I’m totally gonna pay for that Lydia jab, aren’t I?”
Stiles sighs, clapping a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Yes, yes you are.”
Scott sighs, turning and crossing over towards the passenger side door. “Great.”
“Hey, you missed me and you know it.”
Scott freezes then, the door half open as Stiles slides into the driver’s seat. He looks at his best friend for a second longer before sliding in and closing his door.
“Yeah, I did.”
“I know.” He sticks the key in the ignition, but hesitates before turning it. “You know, I missed you guys too.”
Scott grins at him, so happy to have his best friend back, nodding as Stiles finally turns the key and the engine sputters painfully to life.
Sakura plays with a handful of snow, watching it sparkle between her fingers when she turns her wrist. It was still s wonderful to look at days later. It was hard not to feel like a giddy child when she saw snow. The last few years the snow in the city had been pitiful and dirty. When she was younger the snow seemed so much more dazzling.
Being the weekend there was no way she wasn’t spending her free time outdoors, but the reservations about going into the woods still remained after her last few adventures. Kisame and Zabuza had shown up to save her from such a dilemma.
Icarus had frozen over and it was perfect for skating on, but by invite only. The champions of the last Founders Day had very strict regulations on who they allowed on or in their lake ever since ‘funny stuff’ started getting into their water. Of course Sakura was allowed out there with them, but Sakura was surprised to see Itachi and one other individual bending over to lace up his skates. Sasuke straightened and saw her approach behind the towering Mizu men.
“Haku is fond of few individuals,” Zabuza began to explain. “But he seems to tolerate the youngest Uchiha brat well enough whenever Suigetsu drags him out.” The way he sighed reminded Sakura of a dad with a spoiled child that didn’t know what to do with it. Sakura didn’t doubt that Zabuza’s actual situation was only a little different.
“Are they both from the same generation?” Sakura asked, thinking back to the tent and the conversations shared there.
They had told her something along the lines of Ino, Naruto, Sasuke and that group all being the babies of Pompeii or the youngest generation. When she thought about it, she didn’t see many children if any at all when she was running errands in her new town. How did they measure age when some species lived centuries and others died over before a few dozen decades were over like the Green Men?
“Haku is a little older and almost not a part of that category, but yeah,” Zabuza sighed, nodding to where Haku sat on a bench strapping on skates. “Don’t mention it to him though, he’s as sensitive as they come about it.”
Sakura nodded, looking down at the skates she was borrowing and then back up at Zabuza. Kisame had walked on ahead to shout at Suigetsu that was trying to go across the ice barefoot and it was just her and the gray skinned man. If she asked him something here, the others likely wouldn’t be able to hear as well.
“Those readings…” Sakura started, voice hushed. Zabuza looked to her, expression sobering. “Yahura said he recognized some of the components as belonging to an Orochimaru. What can you tell me about him?”
Zabuza flinched at the sound of the name, but didn’t react any more than that. “I’m surprised he told you that much. He likes to keep his business in the family. The fact that he told you that much must mean he trusts you at least.”
“Is it that big a deal that you would have to keep this from the authorities?”
Zabuza shrugged. “We’re all a little trigger happy when it comes to an opportunity to sink our teeth in that abomination’s hide.”
“I get that you don’t like him much. You gonna share with me the reason for that or do I get to guess like I did with the forest abductions?”
Yay! 400 of you gorgeous souls follow my stupid blog! I do not deserve any of you beautiful people yet you are all here! (Even the porn bots count) I had a thingy where you would vote for either ships or love letters. I had 6 votes for ships and 6 for love letters. I know that my last update says otherwise but I looked and saw that I was wrong. So I am doing both!
Rules for ships:
1. Write your personality and please specify that you want a ship!
2. For your personality, please enter: likes, dislikes, hobbies, talents, favorite music genre, favorite movie genre, obsessions, favorite food, and anything you would like to add!
3. I do not, I repeat, do not, want to know what you look like! Shipping is based on personality and personality only! Unless it’s something everyone notices or something you really like about yourself.
Rules for love letters:
1. Please write your name and things you like. Not like personality but things you like to do. What is something most people find you doing? Something that is classic about you.
2. Please specify that you want a love letter!
3. Tell me who you would like it to be from. I am willing to do: Sam, Dean, Cas, Jared, and Jensen. I might make an exception for Misha, but I don’t know.
I will have this open for about 24 hours. Right now it’s 12:00 am and I will end it at about 12:00 am tomorrow.
I will not answer the ones that are on Anon because this is a follower celebration. I don’t want to turn off Anon because….I don’t know. Just don’t wanna. Please send in what you want!
I’m tagging the people who sent in votes and some other people!
I need to write this to get something of my chest because wherever I go I just see hate from this lovely community towards jack and I just can’t be silent.
Jack came out with a video about this Felix thing yesterday and I understand why. Everyone wanted to hear what he had to say. Everyone was asking and asking so Jack answered and then the fucking hate storm came. A lot of people (not saying everyone) started to hate on jack and giving him a lot of shit because of his opinion and I’m not saying I’m agreeing on everything he said but I’m not sitting and hate him. Come on, we are suppose to be the nicest community and then when jack says one thing we don’t agree with we attack him and giving him shit for it. WE FUCKING ASKED, WE WANTED ANSWER, WE CAN’T BE ANGRY BECAUSE HE FUCKING ANSWERED.
So I was around twitter last night and saw that people talked about what Keemstar had said about jack and so I went to his twitter page and saw this video he did and I’m just..wtf. Okay Keemstar and everyone else agreeing with him, I understand what you mean and I understand that you are disagreeing about things jack said but you can’t come and say that you hate jack because of his opinions. That is just bullshit. He said what he thinking about this thing and his options matter too. Isn’t this just what started it all? Some people (let’s call them the A-people) had one way to see this and when other people (let’s call them the B-People) had another opinion a-people started to shit on the b-people because obviously was they right and b-people was so wrong but then b-people heard about what the a-people said and the didn’t agree with them so they started to fight back because they were right aaaand drama happened and people was hating on each other and so so angry. Do you all don’t understand that this won’t fix ANYTHING you are just starting more fights and more drama ffs.
Keemstar also said that jack is only thinking about himself??? whats up with that? Jack being selfish? Okay we obviously thinks about to different people..no? he meant jack like in jacksepticeye? The wonderful green bean? one of the most nicest person on youtube? that jack? Okay, listen. Jack is not selfish for saying that it’s sad that scare pewdiepie is canceled because he had a big part of it. He wasn’t selfish he was understanding. He had put down time for this. He knew others had put down a lot of time for this show and he knew Felix had put down a lot of his time for this show and to see that so many people (him included) had worked on this show for a good amount of time made him sad because he was excited, like the rest of them, to see the finished product of this show. He was not selfish to be sad because he had a big role in this one he was sad because he had a big role and I think that if anyone of us was in jack’s position we would be sad to and I don’t think we would have wanted people around us say that it was selfish to think like that.
Lastly I just want to say that I’m so angry on this community and for the first time I’m a little disappointed to be a part of this community and that is not easy for me to say. I freaking love this community, this is my second family and it means a lot to me but what has happened since jack video came out had made me very angry. There is people in this community (and again, not saying everyone) that have said that jack is a selfish man, that he has changed and that he only thinks about himself and what others says about him and please, are we for real watching about talking about two different persons because I can’t say things like that about jack, I don’t get it. I understand you don’t have the same opinion as jack and that you don’t agree with him, I’m not agreeing with all the things he said but I’m not sitting here and hating on him. Something Mark said in his respect video (you should look it up if you haven’t watched it) got me thinking about this situation. You don’t need to agree with someone to respect them. You can disagree with someone and still respect them. I think that is something for you all that are hating on jack for just saying his opinions and also for you hating on Felix but that is a whole other rant to write about and one I won’t put my thoughts in right now.
I just hope this drama will die down soon and everything will go back to normal because I’m tired of this hate that has started. Jack’s community is a community I don’t recognize any longer. Marks community (which I’m also a part of) are also full of hate and let’s not even talk about Felix’s community it is chaos there.
But I’m begging you all to just respect peoples opinions, you can argument with them and say what you think but don’t hate on someone just because you don’t agree with them, it won’t fix anything.
I don’t know if this rant has made any sense but I just needed to say what I think about this jack drama that happened. If some of you actually read this whole text and didn’t throw you phone, computer or ipad away because of this text or because of all the wrong grammar in this text (i’m from Sweden so I’m sorry for all the wrong grammar!!) But if you have read this text and are thinking you want to talk with me about this drama please, my ask is always open, so come and talk to me!
“Listen, Warren, I told you I’m sorry. Why don’t you believe me?”
It was one of the worst apologies
Warren had ever heard in his life, but the lack of profanity and the desperate
expression in Nathan’s eyes made it clear that he was being serious. Still, that
did not change anything about what had happened, and it definitely did not make
the pain in Warren’s chest go away. Since he had heard of the events at the
last Vortex Club party, he had been feeling a strange mix of betrayal, jealousy
and fear – just thinking about it made him nauseous.
“Fuck, Nate…”, Warren tried
concentrating on something around his room or outside the window, anything to
not have to look at that regretful look on his boyfriend’s face. He knew he
would cave in and ignore his own feelings, like he always did. But this time,
he was just fucking hurt. Pretending
that it never happened seemed like a less torturous option for both of them,
but Warren knew they needed to talk about this. He drew a deep breath and, not
sure of what to say, just went with the first thing that came to his mind. “She
shoved her tongue down your throat, Nate. And you didn’t do anything.”
“No, wait, scratch that. Actually, you
fucking went with it.”
Like months ago I took a third of an edible and I had a generally very pleasant and relaxing experience, and then my roommate gave me an entire bag of gummy bear edibles for Christmas and I haven’t even found time to take any 2/3 of the first one, so I want to like give myself that tomorrow as a rare present but I gotta do homework still and I feel like I can’t do important thing while slightly high but idk! The last time (which was the first time) I was high I just wanted to play video games, and when I played ds2 for a bit I was so focused and then I just relaxed, like it was so nice, and it’s not something I’d want to do often (I didn’t like feeling weird and dissociative after) but I want to just find time to chill by myself without worrying about anything
“There’s… I’m not in love with you,” he admits, and sees Harry open his mouth to say something but Louis cuts him off. “No, wait, listen to me, okay, I’m not breaking up with you, I don’t want to, I just… I don’t know what I want, not really, didn’t really think about it. It’s… it’s not you; it’s not that I don’t love you, I love you very much. But… I’m not in love with you, I think,” he sighs, frustrated with himself that he can’t say it the way he explained to Lottie.
or Louis and Harry have been dating for years when Louis realizes he’s aromantic, and have bit hard time with it.
Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important.
“This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.
On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”
Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”
Frozen Short Fic: Dazed and Confused (Domestic Assassin AU)
Finally found the inspiration for a Fandom Month thing, just in time for it to be over. :/ It’s a really short fic set in the Domestic Assassin AU. Thanks goes to stranger-who-writes-fiction for talking me into doing this. (The DA!verse fanarts I saw last week may or may not have contributed to this.)
“Dazed and Confused”
Setting: Domestic Assassin AU (post-reveal)
Characters: Anna, Elsa
Rating: T (to be safe)
Words: 410 [Also on FFnet.]
It was a lovely Saturday, and Anna Arendelle had hoped she could take her dorky sister out and do something fun, for a change. Between med school, worrying about Elsa’s health, and worrying about her cop boyfriend Kristoff discovering Elsa’s secret life, Anna needed a change of pace once in a while.
But it was two in the afternoon, and Elsa was just now coming downstairs, bleary-eyed and blinking. She had one of their numerous cats draping on one shoulder, looking much more awake than his owner. She hadn’t even changed out of her blood-stained clothes yet!
“Good ‘morning’,” Anna said drily. “Rough night?”
“Mm-hmm,” Elsa mumbled, clearly half-asleep as she poured herself a cup of coffee, nearly missing the cup.
Every time that Anna had to deal with Elsa having pulled an all-nighter, she wound up talking to someone who was so oblivious to her own surroundings, that Anna wondered why Elsa hadn’t mistakenly come home to the wrong house. (Hence the fresh-brewed pot of coffee.)
And she claims to be an assassin, Anna thought. “You know, it’s bad enough that you… you…" Even now, knowing her secret, it was hard for her to say.
"Just say it,” Elsa muttered, putting the steaming cup to her lips.
“Kill people,” Anna blurted, exasperated. “I can deal with you getting back home at dawn, and sleeping half the day." True, she was at med school most of those times, but… "But for you to come home looking like that, and not even changing…!”
“Like what?” her sister asked. The cat gave a soft meow and hopped down onto the table, before jumping down to the floor to go find his friends.
“Like that!.” Anna said, pointing at Elsa’s soiled clothes.
“What’s wrong with it?” Elsa said, apparently not comprehending.
“You’re covered in blood, Elsa,” Anna said, annoyed at having to spell it out for her. “And I’m afraid to ask whose it is!”
“Mostly… mine,” Elsa managed to get out, between sips of coffee. “May have tripped over a rose bush… or three…”
“Oh, Elsa…” Anna said, rolling her eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then maybe we can go do something fun, with what’s left of the day." And maybe Kristoff won’t ask too many questions, Anna thought, thinking of the blond-haired police officer.
"Mm-kay,” Elsa mumbled. She kept a tight grip on her coffee mug as Anna led her away from the dining room to change.