if anyone reads the tag without knowing his real name i guess

Good day, I really enjoyed the end of Fairy Tail!

I didn’t want to post anything before a decent translation was out, and I believe I was right in doing so. There’s only so much a panel can convey with no text to accompany it. By reading the translated version I got a better insight into what was happening, though I pretty much already got the gist from the spoilers.

Do keep in mind that the official release is next week, so my opinion is based on a fan translation. But no matter, I don’t think much will change when I read the official translation. Just some minor details, but it won’t change my mind drastically in any way.

Anyway, like a lot of fans, I’ve been emotional all day, listening to the Fairy Tail OST, rewatching the OPs and EDs and recalling some of my favorite scenes. And now I’ve calmed down a bit (but just a bit, I’m pretty much yelling everything I’m typing right now but I want to keep this post clean so I’m not using caps), and am finally able to properly talk about the final chapter, and my final thoughts. 

I don’t normally do reviews or anything, but I felt like I should make an exception this one time, since Fairy Tail has been a big part of my life since 2012, if I remember correctly. This post will be me trying to sort out my thoughts and let out all my feels, so it will be pretty personal, but I’ll try to look at things from different angles. Still, this is just my opinion, so I might get a bit biased talking about a few things, but of course, you are free to agree or disagree. So I’ll just be letting out all my thoughts on the conclusion of a series that has been dear to me for years.

Keep in mind though, if you’re willing to read this trough to the end: it is LONG AF! So just that down.

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That's Not Funny ( Gaston x reader

AN: Ta-Da! It’s finished, I do hope I do not disappoint anyone who reads this. I absolutely adore Luke Evans and his portrayal of Gaston. This is my first time writing for him so please I would some feedback. And please let me know if you would like anymore like this. Tagging @yayume-ladypenguin So without further ado please enjoy.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

You stood there leaning against the wall watching madness unfold right before your eyes. “ What are you doing?” LeFou asked walking up to you. “ Watching those bimbettes attempt to get Gaston’s attention.” You said with a smirk. It wasn’t even that late in the day and they were already getting flirtatious with him. “ You really enjoy this don’t you?” He asked . “ I do I really really do.” They were even pushing each other out of the way just to get to him. Of course he likes the attention but the three of you knew that nothing was ever going to happen. You sigh “ Oh those sad little soles don’t stand a chance.” LeFou laughed slightly as he knew it was true. Then he noticed you slightly staring at your friend with almost the same look but with more real love in them. “ You love him don’t you?” Snapping your head toward him about to retaliate the comment he interrupted with. “ Don’t pretend you don’t. I can see it in your eyes.” Deep down you knew he was right but it was… Well Gaston and you didn’t stand a chance. “ Why would he pick me when he has that thin little beauty over there?” You said pointing at Belle so desperately trying to get away from him. She doesn’t even appreciate the attention she gets from him even when she’s not around. “He only likes her because she’s a mystery to him. ” he explained. “ Exactly! She’s pretty, smart, dresses nice, and well is worthy of him.” You said with a hint of jealousy in your voice. “ Come on (Y/N) your all of that and more. You know him like no one else does, can match his hunting skills, funny, witty, and in my opinion far more beautiful than Belle.” He said resting his hand on your shoulder for reassurance. “ Thank you LeFou. Though your words are kind not everyone shares that opinion.” You said then Gaston walked over “ There you two are I’ve been looking for you. Are you alright (Y/N)? You seem a bit, not like yourself.” You told him that you were fine and just tired. Luckily he believed you. And the three of you went to the stables to go wonder around outside of the village. The woods were so beautiful, it didn’t matter if you were hunting or just riding through it always seemed magical. While the boys would just go in for some good fresh air, you went as an escape. An escape from the town, the world, anything really. You were much slower than your two friends due to you wanting to enjoy every detail. As they road ahead LeFou decided that he would have a little intervention to help you be happy. “ Gaston do mind me asking a question?” Gaston raised an eyebrow “ Of course LeFou. You could always do that.” As they both rode further away from you. LaFou was hoping you would not hear. “ Why do you pine after Belle? There are plenty of other girls in the village. Some even more suitable than her.” He explained. “ She’s the only girl in the village who doesn’t crave my attention like the others or make a fool of herself. It’s a wonder, she’s just so different. Those ‘other girls ’ just swoon and fawn. But Belle she is able to talk to me like just a person, without all that other stuff.” Gaston explained. “There are girls who don’t act silly like that. And who talk and treat you like a normal person.” LeFou said trying to hint about you. “ I highly doubt that LeFou. Name one girl that can even match everything Belle has.” Challenging his friend confident that he couldn’t name a girl in the entire villages that wouldn’t act like the others. “ (Y/N).” Gaston then stopped dead in his tracks. When your name was said a little bit of realization came into his head. You were someone who had shown respect, who had just been yourself with him and viceversa. He remembered when you two meet. It was right after the war and you were helping many townspeople put there lives back together. You seemed out of place, He guessed that’s why you caught his attention. You had offered some of your time to see if he needed help with anything. He tried using that whole confidence and prideful attitude but you were able to see right through that. As time went on he felt like he didn’t need to pretend around you, you were like a comforting animal. You were the only person who could bring this softer side he kept hidden out. “But you are wrong about one thing my friend, (Y/N) doesn’t love me.” LeFou sighed “Thats why she’s not like everyone else. She doesn’t want to tell you and is to scared to show it.” There was a long silence between the two then you appeared “ Hey guys. What are you talking about. ” Completely oblivious to the fact that they were discussing you and your feelings. “ Nothing. Shall we head to the tavern?” Gaston said trying to act like his normal prideful self. After what felt like hours of just talking and drinking a few girls appeared to flirt with Gaston. You politely excused yourself and went to sit by the bar. LeFou went to go sit with you being annoyed with the girls constant high pitched squeals. “ What are you doing (Y/N) ?” You passed him the bottle on the counter. “ Playing a type of drinking game. Anytime those girls swoon, squeal, or do anything stupid you take a swig. ” you said taking a drink hearing a girl scream. “ You are absolutely terrible. ” he said joining in. “ That’s the way you like me isn’t it?” You said raising an eyebrow. Soon after you and LeFou started your little game Gaston walked over to the two of you and asked “ ( Y/N) could I talk to you for a moment?” Confused you accepted. What on earth could he want to talk with you about? He took you over to his chair by the fire place. “ (Y/N) I was wondering if you could join me for dinner with just the two of us?” He asked. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Where did this come from? “ Pardon?” You laughed not able to process what’s going on. “ Would you like to go out on a date? I was just thinking since we’ve known each other for so long that we could, you know go out. I’ve come to realize that I like you.” He said with that gorgeous grin. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. This would only happen in your wildest dreams. But with that thought you knew that it couldn’t be true. “Gaston that’s not funny.” You said slowly backing away . “ It wasn’t meant to be funny. I really like you.” He said walking towards you. So many thoughts were going through your head most just trying to deny what was happening. Why on earth would he say this? It had to be some sick joke and you weren’t laughing. “ No you don’t. You never have and you never will. And I… I…” You stammered you couldn’t even think straight. You tried to just walk away. “ ( Y/N) could you please just answer me?” He asked getting frustrated. “ Gaston I just… I don’t like this please stop this sick and demented joke it’s not funny!” You exclaimed. “ God (Y/N) why can’t you just be stupid like all the other girls and just say yes! I hate that you’re this different. Sometimes I wish you were like them then I wouldn’t have so many problems like this with you!” Gaston yelled. For a moment everything stopped. It felt like you were shot in the heart and lungs. Did he really just say that? You don’t know why but those few words had hurt you. When you got back into the moment you sternly said “ Leave me alone. And do NOT follow me.” And with that you left. Gaston was in shock as well. Why did he have to say that he wished you to be different? The one person that he loved and that could have loved him back, had just walked away furious with him. LeFou walked up to his friend to make sure he was alright. “ I really messed up didn’t I LeFou ?” Weeks had gone by and you and Gaston have not talked ever since that night. You even avoided LeFou, because you concluded that the only reason Gaston would have said anything like that is if LeFou told him how you felt. Most days you didn’t even go in to town. But essentials started to run out and you had to go get food from the market. At first everything seemed to be going okay no one asked any questions as to where you were you just bought food and it was great. Though your luck could not last forever as you heard a familiar voice call from behind you. You continued to walk away and his voice called after. This quickly got on your nerves. “ I don’t want to speak to you Gaston.” You said continuing to walk away. Gaston then grabbed your free arm to get you to stop. Knowing he was way stronger than you and you wouldn’t want to make a scene trying to get away. “ (Y/N) stop. We haven’t talked in weeks.” You rolled your eyes not regretting answering him. “ There’s a good reason for that. Now let me go.” You said not even wanting to look in his eyes. “ Not until you hear what I have to say.” You huffed as a response. “Please I’m-I’m… I’m sorry about what I said the other night. I was acting like a jerk. I thought that I could just do what I normally do to ask a girl out and I would get the same result. But your not like them, you’re different, in a good way. You have more, what’s the word? Dignity. You are my friend you are you and I love that. You do this thing to me that makes me feel safe. Like I don’t have to pretend around you because you just see right through me. I’m sorry about that awful night, I should have known you were to good for me. I just wanted you to know I love you for you and not for a person who’s the same as everyone else. ” There was a long silence between the two of you. Despite a noisy street the only thing you could hear was each other’s breathing. Then Gaston sighed and said “ I know it’s a funny thing, but I really do love you.” He let go of your arm. “ That’s not funny.” You said with a smile then took a deep breath. “ I love you too.” He then with a hesitant hand brushed your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. You returned this action with just as much enthusiasm. This felt amazing. You could hear all the gasp from the villagers all around you, but neither one of you cared. You were to caught up in the moment. As you broke away and leaned your foreheads together you could hear some girls huffing, whining, and a little bit of crying. You just smiled both because of the many women watching and because this wasn’t fake or imaginary or even a dream. You knew truly that he loved you. “Remind me to thank LeFou for telling me to do this. ” He said. You nodded your head. Thank goodness for LaFou because neither one of you would have had the courage to do this. “ So would you like to meet me for dinner? I would like to do this again.” He said sheepishly. You giggled “ I wouldn’t miss it for the world Gaston.”


Ok I’ve been meaning to make this post for awhile now, but I keep procrastinating lol

I wanted to discuss and compare between two anime that came out in the same year (2016) Which is ‘Kiss Him, Not Me’ and ‘Yuri on Ice’. I only wanted to compare the two pairings Victor x Yuuri and Kae x Nishima, and how different they are. And maybe how bullshit Victuri is at showing any romantic relationship lol. And point out the censorship bullshit people are still throwing out. Even if Kae and Neshima are both girls, they’re still a potential gay pairing (which I wish was canon), and the anime isn’t a Yuri too. And the fandoms constant complaining of lack of LGBT characters or couples, and how Yuri on Ice is the only one to represent that, which is bullshit. Ok anyway… this is pretty long sooo.. and I tried to make it short too, but I failed lol.

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Você Fala Inglês? (Do You Speak English)?

pairing: LuLaw
unrated
unbeta’d (I’m not so good at Portuguese so if I have some mistake, I’d be thankful to find it. I just love the thought of Brazilian Luffy!)

This based in part on kaizokunohime’s story idea which I’m linking because of spoilers! Without @kaizokunohime‘s idea, I’d still be stuck for a resolution- go check out her amazing ideas!

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When Luffy took the waiting job at the restaurant of the Rio De Janeiro Grand Hotel, he knew he’d be encountering a wide variety of people on a daily basis. It was one of the finest hotels in the Brazilian capital after all, drawing thousands of Brazilians as well as tourists and businesspeople from all over the world. One of the only things that all these people seemed to have in common was that they all seemed fairly refined and well-to-do, which is why the customer who sat sipping his morning coffee on the patio of the restaurant stood out in such noticeable contrast to the typical, immaculately-clothed, gold, and diamond-wearing guests.

This man’s rectangular reading glasses and well-trimmed goatee gave him the air of a university student. However, his apparent affinity for spotted clothing and the numerous tattoos that decorated his tan skin in perfect symmetry attracted the stares of not only the restaurant staff, but also the guests of the hotel’s typical variety. Whispered speculation of this man’s unorthodox upbringing and possible criminal ties filtered through the air of the restaurant around him. Nonetheless, this man didn’t at all seem to notice the attention he was drawing from others. He sat calmly outside, in his patio seat, a book splayed open with one hand as the lettered fingers of his other hand gripped the handle of his coffee cup.

“Acha que ele é do Rio? (You think he’s from Rio?)” Luffy ventured a guess.

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So @galpalaven and I had a very pleasant and heartbreaking conversation about the one and only turian bad-boy Garrus Vakarian, and through this I was finally able to muster enough courage to write this thing. I hope you enjoy!! 

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“Is there something wrong with Garrus?” Liara approached Leona in the mess hall and interrupted her afternoon coffee break. Leona sighed and put the mug down. She was the third person to ask that today. First it was James, then it was Tali, and now her. Truth be told she hadn’t seen him at all that day, and while it was unusual, she simply chalked it up to him being busy with calibrations or keeping Palaven safe.

God. Palaven. She could never erase his face when he looked up at the burning planet. Fear, anger, sadness. Of course, she had been the same when Earth was attacked, but she didn’t have family there.

“I haven’t seen him all day.”

“I saw him a while ago. He was sitting at the table and he looked…I’m not sure what to call it, Leona, but he was distant and while I am no psychologist I fear he might have been disassociating.”

That worried her. She loves Garrus more than she ever thought she could. She tells him every night just before they settle for bed that she wants him to know that if he ever needed to talk, if he ever needed company, anything, she was there for him and each time he would at her and smile and say that he knows. She knows that Garrus has a hard time with accepting the fact that he isn’t a burden, and that he can afford to be selfish with his emotions. He always tells her the same thing, she only wished he could believe it himself.

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booklover912  asked:

Hey I heard you were doing sid/geno prompts! Could you do a prince!sidney and knight/guard!geno au? I really love royalty fics and I think they are so cute!! Please and thank you! ❤️

(this is… not exactly what you asked for, i know, but i hope you like it anyway! crossposted on ao3 here!)

Sidney was not meant for sitting in a tower. 

He’d been there for three years, six months, ten days, and thirteen hours- give or take a few minutes, of course; it wasn’t like Sidney was counting or anything- and he still hadn’t gotten used to the restless feeling that came with being cooped up in the same small room all the time. 

He’d worked out a routine, of course, of chores, and exercise, and studying, so that he wouldn’t be woefully out of shape or out of touch when his prince or whatever came for him, but there were only so many squats a boy could do before he lost his mind. 

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Here's the Deal.

Originally posted by gif-weenus

For some crazy stinkin’ reason 300(+) of you follow me, so we’re doing a challenge bitches!

Because my beloved Will & Grace is coming back in September, the prompts for said challenge will be from there. Ok, fine most are Karen. Sue me.

The show comes back September 28th, and my birthday just so happens to be the 18th, so let’s go ahead and have everything due the 22nd! I’ll make a masterlist, shower you with love and screeches, so on and so forth.

I guess what I’m saying is we’re doing a combo Ashley reached 300 (when 10 seems excessive and unrealistic)-Will & Grace comeback-31st birthday-celebration?

“Rules” (we’re playing pretty fast and loose here kids) and quotes below the cut.

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“I think it’s time to confirm everything.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Could you do an imagine with Grayson and be about you two going public and see how the fandom reacts”

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You and Grayson had been together for a few months and his fans were starting to speculate things.

“Can Gray and (Y/N) just admit that they’re in a relationship already?”
“When are Grayson and (Y/N) gonna tell us they’re dating?”
 

Those were just a few things that you saw his fans tweeting about.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You heard Grayson call. You were over at his and Ethan’s apartment, hanging out while they were filming.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“So, Ethan and I have been talking, and we wanted to know what you thought as well.” Grayson began. 

“As you know, the fans are starting figure things out, and I don’t want to keep them hanging. So, if it’s okay with you, Ethan and I thought that, at the end of this week’s video, we’d put in a clip of just me and you, finally confirming everything.” He explained.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You agreed.

“Okay, cool. Well, let us finish up filming, and then me and you will film or clip.” Grayson said. You nodded and sat down on the sofa as you watched them film their video.

After about an hour, they finished and you and Ethan swapped spots in the frame.

“Good luck.” Ethan said to you as you sat down.

“You ready?” Grayson asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You said. 

“Alright, the camera’s rolling, so it’s all you now.” Ethan said.

“Hey guys, just a little update for you all. I’m pretty sure you all know (Y/N),” He said motioning to you, “Um, we have a little something to share with you all.” Grayson said.

“Yeah. Most of you have already guessed this, but just to officially confirm everything, Grayson and I are dating. And we have been for about four and half months now.” 

“And it’s been the four and a half months ever.” Grayson said as he wrapped an arm around you and laid his head against yours.

“We apologize for keeping you all in the dark, but we didn’t want to tell anyone until we were for sure where this was going. But, I’m glad that we can finally tell you guys.” You said.

“Yes, I’m glad as well. I hate keeping secrets from you guys, and you know that, but, like (Y/N) said, we didn’t want to tell you guys until we knew that this was gonna be something worth sharing. But, yeah. That’s pretty much it. Um, have a good week, and Ethan and I will see you next Tuesday.” Grayson said. He turned to you and gave you a small peck on the lips before he shut off the camera.

“I feel better now that we’ve filmed that. I hope we get good reactions tomorrow.” Grayson said.

“Yeah, me too.” You agreed. You and the boys lounged around and hung out with them the rest of the day.

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The next morning, you woke up and decided to cook them breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, just something simple. As they came out of their rooms, they made themselves plates and they got to editing. At around 3 in the afternoon, they finally finished editing and got ready to post it.

“Alright, it’s going up.” Grayson said as he published it. “Now, we wait to see what everyone thinks.” He said. You decided to go out to get something to eat while you waited to see everyone’s reactions to the video, and yours’ and Grayson’s relationship. After about 45 minutes of the video being up, the twins’ twitter timelines were flooded with mostly good comments about the video. 

The usual “Oh my goodness, I can always count on you boys for a good laugh every week! Love you boys.” Once you started finding tweets about you and Grayson, you started to read them.

“FINALLY GRAYSON AND (Y/N) HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED.”
“I’M SO HAPPY THAT (Y/N) AND GRAYSON ARE TOGETHER.”
“(yours and Grayson’s ship name) ARE REAL. MY PARENTS.”
 

Even though there were some negative comments, the positivity outweighed the negativity.

“Well, it seems everyone is pretty accepting about everything.” You said.

“Great, that’s great. I was a little nervous at first, but I’m glad we’re getting positive reactions.” Grayson said.

“Congrats you guys. I’m glad that you guys are happy and I’m glad that you can finally be open about your relationship.” Ethan said.

“Thanks bro.” Grayson said.

“Your support means a lot to us.” You added. After you finished dinner, you went back to their apartment. You were sitting on the sofa, watching a movie with Gray when you got an instagram notification saying that he had tagged you in a photo. It was a picture that he had taken of you on one of your first dates. 

“I’m so glad that I can post this with words that I actually want to say. Thank you all for all the positive feedback on our announcement, and thank you all for supporting us. She means the world to me, and you guys do as well, and I am so happy that you are all accepting us as we can finally be open about our relationship. ” The caption read. You let out a small sniffle and Grayson shifted under you.

“Are you crying?” He asked, smiling down at you.

“No.” You lied, wiping your eyes.

“Yes you are.” He joked. You sat up and smiled at him.

“That’s such an amazing caption you wrote. I love how open you are with your fans.” You said.

“I gotta give love to the one’s who got me here. I wouldn’t be able to do what I love without their support. And I am very appreciative of that.” He said.

“And I love that about you.” You said to him as you kissed him on the cheek. You laid back down on Grayson’s chest, finished up the movie, and headed off to bed.

The thing Bucky likes about elephants in the room is that everyone knows there a problem but no one mentions it. Except Darcy. She always mentions it. 

When Steve’s half of the Avengers had been invited back to the tower to play nice with Stark, Darcy has already been there about two months making herself a staple according to some. She had the majority of the hero’s living there enamored, including Natalia. She already had some sort of spell cast over Barton when they get there. Probably some left over love from Natalia the two assassins were on another plain of existence and he didn’t doubt they shared a conscious. She’d made devastatingly short work of Steve and Sam, feeding and verbally abusing them into friendship, and then she was by his side. 

He had tried to fight her at first, glaring at her, snarling at her, begging Natalia to make her go away, hiding from her. All to no avail. 

“You know Jarvis just tells me where you’re hiding right?” She said conversationally after she opened the janitors closet he was standing stock still in. Bucky gives her a dirty look. “It’s true he’s always watching.” She wiggles her fingers like it should scare him. 

“And?” He rumbled irritated. 

“And I’m his favorite human so he tells me where you’re avoiding me.” She shrugs.”Wanna eat?”  Bucky gives a heavy sigh, If anyone could charm a robot it would be this girl. 

And for the most part having the twenty something tag along isn’t terrible. Until it is. Like the time they’re at team dinner and it’s awkwardly silent and uncomfortable for everyone but Bruce, who’s reading, and Darcy who’s unflappable. 

“So you and Nat used to bang?” Bucky and a third of the other people at the table choke on their food. His eyes water and he coughs strongly, silver hand clenching until he regains the ability to breath. He gives her a wild look but apparently she’s done waiting for him. 

“Was it like sweethearts-going-steady-fifties-making-love? or like mad-hot- assassin-ass-slappin?” She asks Natalia. The team is chucking. Natalia arches a single brow a move that has most cowering with fear.

“Bit of both. He used to take her to the sock hop all the time” Barton deadpans around a mouthful of food. Sam and Steve are practically rolling at their end of the table. It makes Bucky a little uncomfortable Barton answers but Natalia nods.

“Ten out of Ten, would bang again” She says coolly.

Or the time when she signed him up to start for over 50s dating websites. Or the time she pointed out he couldn’t avoid Stark forever. But apparently he could because when she mentioned it at move night Stark had promptly exited the room. Bucky had been enjoying the fact they all avoided talking about the “civil war”. That Tony really really hated him and had only allowed him here as a gift to Steve. She only brought it up after they had gone to get a tune up on his arm and it had just been Bruce with some instructions from Tony. Apparently he wasn’t even persuaded by the tech in his arm. Harsh. This trend continued for the next several days, Tony pointedly leaving anytime Bucky and Darcy entered a room. So Bucky was left feeling like an intrusion and fervently wishing his personal beggar-weed would scram. 

“Will you stop following me?” He whirls around so suddenly that she collides with his chest. His hands grip her upper arms. He just wants to pout in peace and avoid everyone. Especially her and Stark. He gives her a good shake before he realizes he’s done it. “Leave. Me, Be,”  and then he runs away.

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He’s sitting in the lobby where it’s loud enough he doesn’t have to think. Doesn’t have to remember that he laid hands on the annoying girl. He laid hands on her, not a relapse, not a brainwashed assassin. Him, Bucky Barnes.  

“Guess Stark was right” He sighs and stands to go. where he hasn’t decided back upstairs to face Darcy and everyone who probably knew by now or out to.. to what?

“Don’t let him hear you say that” A soft voice teases and a coffee is pressed into his hand. It’s Pepper. and beside her Darcy. She gives him a weak smile and waves but doesn’t speak. Which is unheard of for her. “He’s damn near impossible as is” Pepper gives him a warm smile. Bucky struggles for what he hopes is a smile but something catches his eye over he shoulder. and that’s all the warning they get. 

Bucky shoves the two women to either side stepping forward so that the bullet meant for the CEO  slams into his chest. It’s on the right side between some ribs, a fatality for the woman it was meant for. He falls quickly to his knees pain and ringing in his ears. It’s been a while since he’s been shot and he doesn’t remember it hurting exactly like this last time. People are screaming and Pepper is kneeling above him pressing on his wound calling his name loudly. Darcy is standing above them taser in hand and Bucky would laugh if he could find the breath. That dame’s the real hero.

And he passes out.

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She’s got her feet propped up on his hospital bed flipping threw a magazine when he wakes up. He just watches her for a moment. The arm nearest him has dark purple bruises he knows are his fault. They look even worse against her pale skin. 

“Tony got you like an all new rib cage. Parts from Romania to match the original” She says without looking up. He struggles to laugh because she makes it sound like he’s a car. “He also did some whiz kid business on your arm while you were asleep to show his undying gratitude for saving his much better half.” She says and Bucky flexes his arm a little to find it does feel smoother. 

“That is not how it happened” A voice buzzes over the PA where Jarvis would normally be. It’s Stark. Bucky gives her a weak smile. 

“And he wants to know if it’s cool if he taps Steve, for America.” She adds. Bucky barks out a laugh and his ribs fucking burn. 

“THAT IS 100 PERCENT FALSE!!!” The billionaire says. “I don’t know how to evict people, but I will have Pepper find out, and you can consider yourself evicted!” He pouts. Darcy smirks and puts down her magazine. 

“I mean yea if your lady doesn’t mind and you can swing him, he’s all yours” Bucky lets his left arm shrug enjoying the finer points on the movement. Definitely an upgrade. “Thanks for being here” He adds to Darcy. 

“No sweat you can make it up to me by letting me bunk with you because I just got evicted by my evil slumlord landlord” She winks at him and Bucky relaxes. If she was upset she would have brought it up. Nothing goes unspoken with her.

SLUMLORD?!?!?!” 

Bucky’s ribs are never heal if he keeps laughing like this.

“Told you he’s always watching”

Golden (Part 1)

Originally posted by comfyjimin

Title: Golden

Pairing: Jungkook x You

Synopsis: His song recommendations on his blog were always there to put a smile on your face. Now if only you could find out who the mysterious blogger was.

A/N: Merry Late Christmas! I’m sorry for barely updating this blog. I had a huge writer’s block and school got in the way! But I’m back! Hopefully. Anyways, the summary of this story sucks but I promise it’s going to be better than what it sounds! Also, please listen to this while reading or… when you get to a certain part. You’ll know. Okay bye!

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           You didn’t know why you decided to sign up for a Creative Writing class at your university. It wasn’t like you were ever going to become an author or something. Maybe it was just something you chose to do because it would give you those extra 3 credit hours that would bring you to 15 credits to consider yourself a full-time college student. Or maybe it was because it was an “easy A” class and you wanted your GPA as high as you could get it as a 2nd year college student. That, or maybe it was because the General Ed class you needed was to its capacity and Creative Writing was the only thing left that caught your attention.

           Either way, you didn’t expect the classroom to be in a lecture hall filled with almost 200 students. You were expecting a small classroom with maybe 15 students in it not this. But you still enjoyed the class. Most of the work was completed at home – or for you, your dorm – and in class discussions was just about ways to improve your writings and explaining when the next projects were due. You spent most of your days in the class catching up on some sleep since it was an 8am class that lasted about an hour and a half long. Luckily, you sat in the back and the stage where the professor stood upon was at the very front and she couldn’t see the back very well. Besides sleeping, sometimes you would chat with your friend and roommate, Chloe, but she made it a habit to only show up to the class only once a week despite the class meeting three times a week. You couldn’t really blame her; you did beg her for weeks to sign up with the class for you. She only caved in when you promised her a date with your senior buddy, Namjoon.

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The Flower That is Emotion Blooms

Character: Krystal (f(x))
Word count: 1394
Summary: Loud friends are no help when it comes to planning a confession, Krystal thinks, especially not when it comes to the nerdy girl in her maths class. Which is why she takes matters into her own hands; “I’m Krystal Jung,” she states. “I always have a plan." | #fluff #high school!au


Originally posted by soojng

Monday mornings were always the hardest.

After a weekend of painfully trying to catch up on the weeks work, lest it be added to next weeks work, there then came Monday mornings. The most painful day of all. It was a reminder of more homework to come, of the week only just beginning, of foreboding as your science teacher had merrily chirped - "There’ll be a surprise test next week, so stay on your toes, students!” - while everyone bustled out the door on Friday, tasting weekend freedom in the air.

But this Monday morning was different.

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Whispering Pines - Part Two

Part One

SUMMARY: You and Sam go undercover as a couple in a gated community where the residents are disappearing.

Warnings: Language and sexual Content (in future parts)


“Well, hey there!” A bouncing, forty-something blonde greets you as Sam open your car door. “We’ve been waiting for you. On behalf of the Whispering Pines board of residents, we’re just so excited that you’re joining our little community.”

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Stalking Converts And Other Inappropriate Actions

I thought an awful lot about the post I wanted to make about this.

@fromchaostocosmos and @wetwareproblem spoke about it obliquely already, but I feel like - after discussing it with a few people who have been Jews far longer than I, and getting advice and opinions from at least four Jews (so I have at least twelve opinions at hand) - I need to speak up about what has happened, or what was intended to have happened.

To be clear, before I begin to unwind what was intended to be done to me, I need to make clear: I am not the first person this has happened to, and I am not the first convert that this has happened to, in the course of ‘the discourse’ on Tumblr. 

I am just the most recent. 

In the course of following back the most recent hits on my IP counter - and those who have been badmouthing me (again) and calling me a bad Jew (again) because I don’t agree with them on discourse matters - I found a thread on an anonymous forum on another journaling site. I am not going to link to this thread, but rest assured that it (and the traffic that came from it) has been archived, along with the IP addresses of the people who came from there and searched for ‘synagogue’ and rifled through the tag about my conversion. 

If you think I didn’t see you doing that, you’re wrong. I did see you. And I expect that. In the words of my rabbi, ‘every conversion is called into question these days, which seems to be a modern issue more than anything else. But every conversion is called into question at some point.’ So, having had that conversation with him some time ago, I have been patiently wading through all of the questioning of my conversion, questioning or calling wrong the fact that I call myself ‘Jewish’ (at my rabbi’s express and explicit instruction), calling out the fact that I have the audacity to tag posts about Judaism with the words ‘religion’ and ‘faith,’ calling the actions I take on the advice of my mentors and rabbi to be wrong. Et cetera. I expected that. I expected that very much, and I continue to expect that. 

What I did not expect, however, was a thread which appeared to be written by both Jews and goyim, in which they a) spoke at length about the ways in which neo-Nazi organizations like Stormfront would rifle through people’s journals in order to doxx them and do them harm and then b) immediately thereafter explained how they had rifled through my journal in order to find the synagogue that I attend so that they could call or write a letter to my rabbi in order to do harm to my conversion process. 

Yes, you read that correctly - immediately after saying that this was what neo-Nazis do to Jews, they proceeded to do exactly the same thing to me. They wrote and proofread the letter that they intended to send to my rabbi, they discussed whether a Jew or a goy should send the email. They debated whether they should include the discourse in it - which seems to point pretty clearly to what the real issue is, and what the real aims are. 

And they were very concerned that I might call it ‘harassment.’ I’m not sure what else you would call this course of action, but they were very, very concerned about that. 

Whether or not they sent the email or called my rabbi (which one? We have two) - well, I don’t know. I do know that certainly neither one of them brought it up to me, but I also know that on the advice of a number of people here, I will be advising my rabbis about the ‘bullying’ (not my word) that has been happening on Tumblr, the targeted harassment and bullying of myself and other converts. Just in case they get a call.

Let’s be very clear: my rabbis both know that I am an activist, and they know where I am active. I am connected with my supervising rabbi on social media, and have been for months. It has been at my senior rabbi’s express request, without prompting from me, that I have gone to represent our synagogue at a trans conference, with his request that I bring back ideas as to how to make our synagogue more inclusive. 

I debated for a couple days whether I wanted to even make this post, because the last thing I want to do is make converts not want to speak up and share their conversion process. Unfortunately, in the current climate, with the current bullying and doxxing and contacting of rabbis and harassment of converts on Tumblr, I absolutely cannot sit here and stay quiet. As much as I don’t want to quiet people or keep them from sharing their process, and the joy they have in that process, as I do, I don’t want them to suffer the kind of panic-inducing ‘missing stair’ moment that I had a couple of days ago when I realized the utter viciousness to which some people would sink in the name of the discourse. 

And let’s make one more thing utterly, perfectly clear while we are here: if the people who intended to try to pike my relationship with my rabbi had somehow been successful in doing so, the person they would have hurt the most would not have been me. The person they would have hurt the most had they succeeded in hurting my relationship with my synagogue is a sixteen-year-old trans lesbian who happens to be my daughter. The one who is deeply involved in her synagogue and who has grown and blossomed so much from being connected to a faith community that accepts her as she is. 

I’m an adult. I could have handled it and fixed the situation far more readily. I’ve been through a lot of bullying online since the 1990s. You fuckers aren’t the first to act in such a deplorable fashion. But she would have been hit with the spray you intended to fire at me.

So much for ‘coming together to protect LGBT people’, I guess. 

Converts: protect yourselves if you participate in the discourse at all. Do not post anything that might lead back to your synagogue. Frankly, don’t post anything at all about your conversion. It’s safest that way. I won’t be posting anything else about mine, including when I make the journey through the mikveh. I have absolutely no intention of providing any ability for anyone to audit my conversion process other than the rabbi who is in charge of it. 

Everyone who is responsible, who jumps around blocks and talks shit, who tries to audit my conversion process and the processes of others: dude, you fucking know what you did and what you are doing is wrong. There is no excuse for this. None. I don’t care what you think you are doing, what you have done is harassment, stalking, and abuse. And you are not invisible, no matter how much you might think you are. What you are doing is not okay, and you know it.

Leave my family and I alone. We want nothing to do with you. 

Why Don’t You Join Us?

A first year Hogwarts AU for the Carry On Countdown

“Penny, wake up.”

           “What?”

           “It’s Christmas!”

           Simon was already at the window, barefoot on the cold wooden floor, marvelling at the lazily falling snow.  Of course, it had been snowing for days, but there was nothing quite like a quiet blanket of snow on Christmas morning, absolutely nothing.

           Simon raced out of the dormitory and down to the Common Room, Penny trailing sleepily behind.  The warm yellow tones of the room seemed to smile at them, as if even the Hufflepuff Common Room knew that it was Christmas.  Then again, maybe it did.  One never knew quite what to expect at Hogwarts.  “Look Penny,” Simon cried, kneeling beside the Christmas tree.  “You’ve got presents!  How did they get here?”

           “Lucy’s a good owl, that’s how,” Penny replied, softly stroking the barn owl perched on the armchair by the tree.  “How many have you got?”

           “The two from your family, tell them cheers.” He frowned at a long, narrow package. “There’s this one, too, it doesn’t say who it’s from.”

           “Well, go on, open it!”

           Simon stomach let out a loud growl.

           Penny raised an eyebrow at him.

           “Breakfast first?” he grinned sheepishly.

           The Great Hall was nearly empty but for a few stragglers, students who hadn’t gone home for the holidays.  Simon and Penny were enjoying their Christmas morning scones when Simon noticed the boy sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, wearing a dark red jumper.  It was so red that it was nearly brown, or purple, or black, Simon couldn’t quite decide.

           “Why is Pitch still here?” Penny murmured following his gaze.  “Doesn’t he come from a wealthy family?”

           Simon shrugged.  Everyone else in the Great Hall was either in pairs or groups, few though they were, but the Pitch boy was all by himself.

           Without another thought, Simon stood up and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder when he reached him.  The boy turned and looked up at him.

           “You’re Baz Pitch, right?” Simon asked.

           He looked confused.  “Yes.”

           “Hello, Baz, I’m Simon.”  He stuck out a hand to shake.

           Baz took it tentatively.  “I know,” he murmured.

           “Do you want to sit with us?”

           Baz blinked in surprise.  “Um…”

           “Penny won’t mind,” Simon assured him, “and anyway, no one should have to be alone on Christmas.”

           After a moment’s consideration, Baz stood, picked up his plate and half-eaten scone, and followed Simon over to the Hufflepuff table.

           “Penny, this is Baz,” Simon introduced, sitting down, “and Baz, this is Penny.”

           “Nice to meet you,” Baz said shyly.

           “Not home for the holidays?” Penny asked him.

           “No,” he replied, shifting and seeming uncomfortable.

           “That’s alright,” Simon saved him, “that means you get to hang out with us.”

           “Oh yeah,” Penny mumbled, “we’re one hell of a party.”

           “You know you love me,” Simon teased her.  “Enough to stay here over Christmas with me.”

           “Not to mention sleeping in your room, do you boys ever wash your sheets?”

           “Sorry,” Baz cocked his head at her, “but aren’t you a Gryffindor?”

           She nodded.  “But I’ve known the Hufflepuff password for months.”

           “Do you sneak into all the Common Rooms?”

           “No,” she smirked, “but honestly, getting into Ravenclaw would be child’s play.  I mean, who decided that having a riddle instead of a password was a good idea?”

           “It’s more secure than a password,” Baz defended, “you have to be of a certain intelligence to get in.”

           “Well, unfortunately for you unsuspecting erudites, I am of a certain intelligence,” Penny grinned at him.  “A password is much safer.  Only select people know it, and it’s not something that just anyone with half a brain could guess.”

           “Speak for yourself,” Simon piped up, “I bet I couldn’t get into Ravenclaw’s Common Room.”

           “Why not?” Baz turned to him.

           He shrugged lightly.  “Thinking isn’t really my thing.”  Baz smiled at that, and they all went back to eating.  After their scones they had a round of steaming hot cocoa, sipping slowly and trying not to burn their tongues.  After all, it was Christmas, and sweets were just around the corner.

           “Anything exciting under the tree this morning, Baz?” Simon asked, a moustache of chocolate on his upper lip.  Baz bit back his laughter at the sight, but he couldn’t hold it in.  “What?” Simon looked bewildered.

           “It’s just,” Baz managed, “you look like the Mage.” Penny burst out laughing and soon the two of them were doubled over the table in stitches as Simon hurried to wipe it off.

           “Yeah, yeah, all right,” he muttered, fighting an embarrassed smile, “but you didn’t answer my question.  Any good presents?”

           Baz sobered up.  “Not really.”

           “Any crap presents?”

           “No.”

           The other two were silent.  Finally, Penny dared to ask.  “Any presents at all?”

           Baz didn’t say anything.  He just stared at the rich glossy wood of the tabletop.

           After a moment, Simon lay a hand on Baz’s shoulder. “Why don’t you spend Christmas with us?” he asked.

           “Yeah, we’re having Christmas in the Hufflepuff Common Room,” Penny nodded vigorously, “we’d love you to join us.”

           Simon gave Baz’s shoulder a squeeze.  “There will be more than enough sweets to go around.”

           Baz looked at them with a strange expression, one of complete unreadiness.  Clearly he had no idea what to do with this invitation.  It hurt Simon to see.  Didn’t the poor kid have any real friends?

           But finally, Baz nodded.  “I’d love that,” he agreed, smiling.

           “This one’s from my parents, Simon,” Penny said, passing Simon a parcel wrapped in heavily patterned paper.  There was so much holly leaf and berry cluster on that paper that it was like a whirlwind of winter.  Simon pulled it open to find a pair of chunky knitted socks in the Hufflepuff colours.  

           “I love them!” he grinned, “I’ll ring them and thank them later.”

           “Your feet will look like bumble bees,” Baz chuckled from where he was slowly being absorbed by the overly squishy sofa, nibbling at a chocolate frog.

           “Then I love them even more,” Simon laughed.

           “What about that mysterious gift, Simon?” Penny asked, toying with the hem of the new maroon jumper that had been under the tree for her.  It had a big yellow letter “P” on it.  When she’d opened it she’d gasped and said how much of an eyesore it was, but immediately had pulled it on.  It was obvious that she completely loved it.

           “Mysterious gift?” Baz leaned forward.  “What’s that all about?”

           “No idea,” Simon shrugged, retrieving a final package from under the tree and reading the gift tag again.  “There’s no name, but it definitely says ‘To Simon Snow’.”

           “Well, go on then,” Baz encouraged, his interest piqued.

           Simon ripped off the wrapping paper, which this time was a simple pine-green, to find a long thin box inside.  Sliding it open, a wink of silver caught his eye.

           “Crowley,” Simon gasped, “it’s a sword.”

           “What?” Baz and Penny jumped up at the same time to get a closer look as Simon pulled the blade out of the box.  It had a hilt of woven gold and silver, and the whole thing was surprisingly elegant.

           “That’s not any sword, Simon,” Penny murmured, her eyes wide.  “That’s the Sword of Mages.”

           “It’s beautiful,” Simon breathed in awe, testing its weight.  It looked too big for a boy his size, but it felt strangely comfortable in his hand.

           Once all the presents were opened, there was wrapping paper strewn across the entire Common Room and the three of them were in a haze of sweets and spiced cider, Simon turned to Baz.  “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” he ventured, “but why didn’t you go home for Christmas?”

           Baz’s brow furrowed, not like he was angry but like he was remembering something that he didn’t want to remember.  

           “I’m sorry,” Simon relented, “you don’t have to answer.”

           “It’s alright,” Baz sighed.  “My family said I couldn’t come home this Christmas.”

           “Is there something wrong at home?” Penny asked, her eyes full of concern.

           “No,” Baz shook his head, “but they’re disappointed. I’ve disappointed them.”

           “How?” Simon urged.

           “Well,” Baz took a breath, “they wanted me to be sorted into Slytherin.”

           “Oh, no,” Penny breathed.

           “Both of my parents were Slytherin,” Baz went on, “so they wanted me to carry on that tradition.  But it didn’t work out that way, and now they’re disappointed.”

           “So they’re just not letting you come home?” Simon asked.

           “No, it’s not entirely that,” Baz told them.  “They said that if I was going to be a Ravenclaw, then I would have to live up to what that means, and to them it means getting the best grades, which I have not been doing.  They informed me that until my grades improved, I could stay here and study.”

           “Even during Christmas?”

           Baz shrugged.  “What better time to punish a kid?”

           Simon shook his head in disbelief.  “That’s so unfair.”

           “It’s not a big deal,” Baz tried to smile.  “I like it here, more than at home, so I don’t mind being here.”

           “But they didn’t even send you any presents?”

           “Nope.”

           “Oh, Baz,” Penny sighed sympathetically, “that’s awful.”

           Baz shrugged again.  “It’s alright,” he said.  “I mean, I wasn’t expecting to have anyone to spend Christmas with, so this is a nice surprise.”

           Simon smiled at him.  “What better day to make new friends than Christmas?”

           Baz smiled back, his gray eyes shining.

           “Baz,” Simon said suddenly, leaning forward in his chair, “are there any other Ravenclaw students here right now?”

           “A few other girls, but they don’t really talk to me.”

           Simon and Penny shared a quick look, and then Simon looked back at Baz.  “Why don’t you camp out with us for the rest of the holidays?”

           Baz’s jaw dropped a little.  “You mean sleep in the Hufflepuff dormitory?”

           Simon looked frightened.  “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he stammered.

           “I’d love it,” Baz stopped him, grinning.  “Thank you.”

           Simon grinned back at him, looking rather relieved. “Happy Christmas Baz.”

Secret Admirer

600 Follower Fic for @plaidstiel-wormstache 

A/N: 1. Beta’d by the hubby, tanks babe! 2. Two coffee stories in one day, sorry but that’s how the fic requests fell! 3. Not really a reader insert, just an unnamed, mystery person x Sam

Summary: Sam gets a secret admirer at his coffee shop.

warnings: Stanford!Sam, super cheesy pick up lines, proposition for (assumedly) having The Sex, but nothing explicit

word count: ~1470


Originally posted by berezneva12

Sam made his way into his usual coffee shop, glad that he had time between his classes every Tuesday and Thursday to stop in for a drink and small study session.  He got into the queue, eyes roaming the menu even though he never got anything different.

When he got up to the counter, he gave a small smile to the guy working the register, one of the regulars. There were usually four or five people working, seeing as the coffee shop was always busy since it was so close to campus, and Sam recognized all of their faces.

“Large black coffee, please – Sam,” Sam requested, getting cash out of his wallet.  He handed his money over and moved to snag a small table, getting his books out to begin his study as he half-listened for his name.

Just a minute later, he heard, “Sam!” called out by one of the girls, and he headed up to grab his cup, smiling at the girl behind the counter before he went to sit back down.

It wasn’t until he had drunk half the cup and was half a chapter in to his reading that he noticed the note next to his name on the cup: ‘You’re so cute it’s distracting.’

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you want her

Originally posted by wonhontology

title: you want her
genre/rating: angst ; PG-13
type: oneshot
characters: wonho x you
plot: you two drift apart and he finds comfort in someone else
extras: can i jUST SAY I LOVE ANGST KK. also, i’m aware that wonho’s real name is hoseok but i use wonho since i find his stage name more fitting with what i write. also, i don’t want to mix up my tags with hoseok of bts.
word count: 1,386 

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Roommates - Part 2: It´s complicated.

nHere we go with the second part of Roommates.
I never would have thought that you guys would like the first Part as you did and now I´m even tagging people in this, which I never done before.
This is awesome.
You guys are great and I love you.

Read the other Parts here: Part 1

I have to warn you though, this is going to be full of clichés, weird coincidences and all in all the flufflyest fluff in the world of fluff, paired with the occasional smut.
If that´s your thing, than have fun reading Room D103

When you arrive at college, everything is supposed to change. You want to become a new person, leave behind the things that happened to you in your hometown and try to make some new friends and fit in.
But what happens if you end up with a roommate, who is not only a guy, but also a handsome football player/most annoying jerk on the whole planet?

Tagging: @okay-okay18, @deanilostmyshoe, @luvspnandphan, @azaeleatheazurewolf, @imagineallthesupernatural, @strange-polish-lass

If you want to be tagged or if you want off the list, let me know :)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Length: 1200ish

Originally posted by salvachester

Enjoy!

It happened when you entered the room for the last time, carrying the box with your winter clothes.
Charlie had excused herself to her room again, wanting to unpack her own things, and you thanked her again and made plans to meet up with her for dinner.
Happily you went up the stairs, already forgotten the fact that you had a room that was supposed to be for guys.
Obviously you were pretty surprised to see a tall guy standing in the middle of the room, bending over a box that wasn´t yours.
“Hello?”, you asked cautiously and the guy turned around, looking rather startled himself.
And that was when you got the real shock, because he was downright handsome.
His arms looked like they were able to carry you without any effort and his short blonde hair in combination with the light freckles on his face looked absolutely perfect.
Which was exactly why you hated him right from that moment.
You knew boys like him, hell, boys like him were the reason you were so eager to leave your hometown.
“Hey”, he said in a dark, voice and you gulped, saying nothing, trying to deal with the situation.
He raised an eyebrow: “I don´t want to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?”
You still stared, fighting to find words to say: “I- This- You”, you started and felt your face heat up because you were so damn stupid.
He just raised his eyebrows even higher and you took a deep breath before saying: “This is my room.”
The mystery guy chuckled and smiled a warm smile that actually looked rather nice: “I highly doubt that. This is my room.”
Your heart started racing, this wasn´t supposed to be like this. College was supposed to be different, everything was supposed to work out here.
Placing your box on the floor you went over to your bag and grabbed the sheet of paper that said.
Jason, (Y/N), Room D103.
Without another word you held it towards him and he took a quick look at it before taking a similar sheet, just a little more wrinkled, out of his back pocket.
It said Dean Winchester D103.
So his name was Dean. You looked up at him: “There was obviously a mistake. Some girls already told me that the first floor is supposed to be all boys. I guess they mixed something up.”
Dean nodded, then laughed: “I guess now the pink sheets are starting to make sense. Hey, I´m tolerant but a guy starts to wonder when he sees stuff like this.”
You had almost smiled at him, but just almost, reminding yourself of what he stood for.
He obviously noticed that you were upset because he stopped smiling and said: “Hey, don´t worry. This should be easy to fix.”


It wasn´t. In fact it was the most complicated thing you had ever heard. When Dean and you talked to the woman in the office that was responsible for all the freshmen, including their room assignments, it turned out that on some paperwork, your last name had been mistaken for your first name and therefor it had been assumed that you were a boy, given that now everything including your room assignment said Jason (Y/N) and not the other way around.

To that point it wasn´t really that bad. Mistakes can be made, can they? The real bad news came only after the woman had talked to at least three other people on the phone.
“I´m really, really sorry you kids. I have no idea how this happened, but it looks like there´s no other room on campus available. We´re completely full, it´s a busy year.
It seems like you have to arrange yourself with your current living situation, at least until the semester ends.”
Those words completely shattered the illusion of a nice and perfect college life. How could you have been so stupid and think things ever changed.
After stuttering something along the lines: “No problem, I´ll guess we have to do that then”, you stormed out of the room, leaving Dean behind.
You never even returned to your room, too upset by the situation. But where were you supposed to go?
Right then you thought about the dinner appointment you had with Charlie and you found yourself drawn to the redheads room.
It was ridiculous, because you only knew her for like a few hours, but you really wanted to tell her about all of this.
By the time you knocked on the door, you were on the verge of tears.
Charlie opened the door, smiling at first but then noticing the look on your face: “(Y/N), what´s wrong? Please come in.”
You walked past her and saw Donna eating a bag of chips on the bed.
The girl seemed nice too and what choice did you have, you didn´t know anyone else to go to.
Quickly you informed them about the situation and then there was a short silence before Donna laughed: “Why do you say this like it´s a bad thing? You´re bunking with a hot boy, what´s the matter?”
Your voice was in that shaky stage you really hated ,because it meant weakness, when you started talking again:
“The matter is, that I don´t want to live together with a boy. Hot or not. Where am I supposed to change? Am I supposed to use the boys shower room now?
And besides, if you would have seen him, you knew that he meant trouble. He´s probably always blasting loud annoying music, staying out til two am on weekdays and returns drunk or brings home chicks all the time.”
Donna just gave you a kinda weird look but Charlie rubbed your arm sympathetically: “I know what you mean, but hey, maybe it´s fun.
I don´t really know you, but you seem like you could use some adventure.”
You still frowned: “Not that kind of adventure. But I guess there´s not much I can do about it now, can I?”
The redhead shook her head: “Probably not, but if it helps you, I come to your room with you and check him out, just to be sure he´s not a troublemaker.”
You gave her a weak smile and attempted a joke: “You just want to check out a hot guy.”
Both of the other girls laughed and Charlie padded your shoulder:
“Believe me girl, I am the last person to have an interest in your roomie.”
You shot her a questioning look and she rolled her eyes but in a friendly way: “I´m gay.”
“Oh”, you went and then all three of you laughed, you already feeling a little better.
Finally you sighed and stood up: “It´s really nice of you Charlie, but I think I´ll just try to avoid any kind of confrontation for now and try to act normal.
Which probably involves me returning to unpack my boxes. I guess I´ll met you guys in half an hour back here?”
You were ready to leave, when Charlie shook her head: “No way, I´m going to pick you up, I have to see the mystery guy.”
“His name´s Dean”, you mumbled and Charlie laughed: “Fine, I have to see Dean. See you in half an hour.”
You figured there was no point in arguing with the determined girl and then just nodded, before finally waving at Donna and then exiting the room.

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The Letter

Here is the first part of “Chances.” This series is based off of this anonymous request:  Can I request a oneshot where the reader sends Jensen a really long, personal letter and doesn’t think there is a chance in hell he’d see it or respond to it. But he does and contacts her and meets her in person and they fall in love? Maybe write it with lots of details of how they meet to their friendship to them dating? Pretty please? :)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 709

A/N: If you would like to be tagged in anything, send me an ask.

You knew he’d never see it, but you just had to take the chance. You had to get the words on paper and maybe you’d send it. Maybe, just maybe, Jensen Ackles would actually get your letter and read it. And maybe he’d think it was sweet.

          So, you wrote it;

Keep reading

June 21st-June 26th. i read a lot of fics this week. downright drowned in the ‘derek is a failwolf’ tag. Super embarrassingly stupid omg no bb stop bc s5 is coming up and I can’t imagine a TW without the hot mess that is Derek Hale <333 

If you haven’t read this yet, wear diapers so you don’t piss yourself laughing: 

Bogarted by HalfFizzbin (1/1 | 3,126 | Mature)

Alternate Title: “Dick Failwolf, Private Eye.”

(Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)

No one should be this socially awkward. Ever. No one: 

A Crumpled Bouquet of Pink Flowers by Vendelin (1/1 | 2,418 | Teen) 

Derek passive-aggressively courts Stiles

Stiles-1 Derek-0. omg! Just read the tags!  the tags are fucking glorious!: 

Highway Unicorn by Nanoochka (1/1 | 5, 245 | Explicit)

Stiles is awesome at giving road head. Presumably, he’s good at getting it as well. Derek? Not so much.

Just kdf;bm; ROTFLMAO: 

The Real Reason Derek Doesn’t Use Stairs by Hatteress (1/1 | 229 | Teen) 

“I’m a werewolf,” Derek says, like that’s a freaking excuse.

Derek listens to Erica and FAILS: 

Slightly Damaged, Still Good by Trelkez (1/1 | 1,564 | Teen)

“You gave me your sat-on half-dead flowers,” Stiles said, waving them at Derek’s back. “Are you going to ask me out, or what?”

This is more of a pack fail than a Derek fail. They’re all pretty inept tbh:

making an ass out of u and me by verity (1/1 | 1,358 | Explicit)

It’s hard to blame Derek for the fact that everything he says sounds insulting. The guy was raised by wolves.

Stiles-2 Derek-0: 

Ice Cream is Overrated by kototyph (1/1 | 2,344 | Teen)

Stiles is hopelessly competitive. Derek is just hopeless.

Love this series! Loveeee!: 

To See Heaven in a Wild Flower by ChildOfTheRevolution (1/1 | 2,943 | Gen.)

Working in a florist on Valentine’s Day was like working in a gun shop during the zombie apocalypse. Very loud, very busy and the very real threat of death especially for anyone who worked at said florist when they were desperately running out of red roses.

AKA the one where Stiles is working Valentines day in a stupidly named florist and may or may not fall for a totally adorable, incredibly gorgeous, emotionally stunted, slightly damaged Alpha Architect named Derek Hale. Also Laura’s a BAMF.

If you like a little failure with a little A/B/O and angst meep meep:  

Derek The Domestic Failwolf by standinginanicedress (1/1 | 9,937 | Explicit)

Stiles got training to be an omega, and Derek got training to be an alpha. Hard edges, tough, sneering at the sheer thought of fucking knitting something while he beat people up for fun. That’s how his parents raised him.

And, yeah. That’s all good for protecting Stiles and buying things for him, the stuff he’s supposed to do.

But sometimes he wants to be good at the other stuff. Stiles likes the other stuff – he deserves the other stuff.

or 5+ times that Derek (thinks he) was a shitty alpha.

long drawn out slow-building assemblage of failures i.e total shit show:

Stapp’s Ironical Paradox by SwimmingSwans (1/1 | 39,240 | Mature)

“The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle.” In which Stiles believes the same applies to werewolves and other nonhuman entities. Not 3b compliant.

Fails that hurt!!!! Owwwwwww:

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss (1/1| 6,017 | Mature)

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won’t fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead.

He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words ‘Derek blew me off for Isaac’ over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

Caution: Derek is a massive idiot and holy fucking FAIL:

Derek Hale’s Terrible Guide to Returning Your Love for Someone by Shake_n_Blake (1/1 | 5,161 | Gen.)

In which Derek courts Stiles, forgetting that he’s not a wolf, and not impressed with Derek’s methods of wooing.

Derek can’t find a balance between his instincts and socially okay things. For example, leaving dead things at the person you’re trying to love’s house? Not socially acceptable.

Glorioussss: 

good, giving, and game by verity (1/1 | 89 | Explicit)

They’ve been together long enough now that they don’t have arguments over the big stuff anymore: there’s a few things they’ve each accepted as fact. Derek hates Olive Garden. Stiles refuses to let Derek work on the Jeep. Derek doesn’t dance. They’re never going to get werewolf-married because Stiles is never going to do the thing where Derek locks his werewolf dick in Stiles’s ass and jizzes all up his colon while they lie on a bed of rose petals and listen to mood music.

Derek should’ve invested in a bottle of nair: 

The Taller the Tree by DeCaStDe (1/1 | 5,091 | Explicit)

Derek misunderstands something Stiles says in bed, and does something about it. It goes spectacularly wrong, and Stiles happily reminds Derek that he loves him whatever ridiculous things he does.

Isn’t the title synopsis enough?: 

Derek Hale’s Seduction Technique by omlet (1/1 | 6,613 | Teen)

It doesn’t sit well with Stiles, the thing at the police station and with Erica. It niggles at him from the back of his mind, screaming PAY ATTENTION TO ME. Because Derek’s apparently familiar enough with flirting to do it successfully, like it’s something that comes naturally to him, but what kind of broody misanthropic guy flirts?

Stiles-3 Derek-0

Must Be This Tall To Ride by alchemy (1/1 | 3,760 | Explicit) 

“I love Ferris wheels, you’re afraid of heights. I’m happy, you face your irrational fear. It’s a win-win.”

Read this one forever ago and diedddd:

I Think the Problem Here is There’s Nothing Wrong by wait_for_it (1/1 | 5,156 | Teen) 

“Stiles wasn’t really sure what was going on, but if he had to guess, he’d say Derek Hale was losing his touch. The amount of times he’d been called out with the guy, presumably to stake out some new supernatural baddie only to have it be a false alarm, was starting to inch into the double digits.”

In which Stiles and Derek are dating and everyone knows it. Except Stiles.

Dorks! Just socially inept dorks!: 

A Little Less Sixteen Candles by silverlining99 (1/1 | 7,569 | Mature) 

In which Derek fails at wooing, and Stiles fails at catching a clue.

Also read this series forever and dieddddddd. Fucking adorable: 

Is It Cool if I Hold Your Hand by HalfFizzbin (1/1 | 1,343 | Gen.)

“So,” says Sheriff Stilinski, raising one eyebrow. “You decided not to play video games at Scott’s, after all?”

“Uh,” Stiles says. His eyes are wide and caught-out, and he’s got his arms wrapped around two giant tubs of popcorn. Beside him, Derek Hale—the same Derek Hale that the Sheriff last saw in his interrogation room—is handing a $20 bill to the cashier and clearly trying to appear as casual as possible. He fumbles the change three times before he gets it into his pocket, though, so it’s a lost cause.

Nooooo, Derek. Just nooooooo: 

By The Hour by janonny (1/1 | 16,490 | Not Rated) 

The one where Stiles thought Derek was a hooker who needed feeding, and Derek thought Stiles was interested in him.

BAHAHAHA: 

Brutalist Masterpieces by Febricant (1/1 | 1,577 | Gen.) 

It figures the day Derek finally decides to face the do-it-yourself furniture is the day he breaks the only necessary tool.

Derek listens to Isaac and FAILS. Wow, Derek should stop listening to people:

Spurred by ohlittle-red (1/1 | 2,225 | Teen)

Derek tries to be more obvious about his feelings. Stiles does not react according to plan.

And the grand fucking failing finale (i mean c’mon, just look at the title):

Badly Timed Boners and A Failure to Communicate by eeyore990 (8/8 | 22,806 | Explicit) 

Suddenly, Derek is everywhere, and not just in that creepy, Edward Cullen, I’m-gonna-stalk-around-and-lurk-broodingly way. Stiles doesn’t know what’s up with that, but he’s pretty sure there’s only one conclusion to be reached.

We’re all going to fucking die.