ipod cord

Avengers Alcohol headcanons

Cap: Samuel adams, like he wont drink bad beer but he’s not going to drink pretentious craft beer either, he finds that reasonably priced medium. The guy in the bar who feels like he can instruct the bartender on what channel should be playing on the TV and how loud it should be. After four beers he starts to point a lot.

Tony: He crosses the broad spectrum of alcohol, like from toasting everyone with Dom Perignon 2008 Vintage champagne to ‘ay who wants to watch me down this bud light lime out of caps helmut’ just 100- 0 real quick

Natasha: no its not stoli or russian standard, not all her vodka is russian you stereotyping fuks, but hey, you want some i have some out back its 89% and was brewed in a soviet war bunker by a guy named ivan, it’ll burn a hole in your tongue, your oesophagus and your soul, here i’ll pour you a shot

Bruce: Doesn’t know anything about wine but if he just asks for ‘the house wine’ at restaurants he knows he’s gonna sound like he’s ‘with it’ 

Falcon: classy belvedere vodka done in shots from the tackiest plastic shot glass he got free from a sale bottle of Sierra Nevada. Is in charge of the jukebox/ipod dock/aux cord and no one appreciates that but they should

Thor: MEAD and ALE served in TANKARDS by WENCHES and… you know… I guess Heineken or whatevers on tap is fine too…. I mean it’s not served in an ivory and gold drinking horn but….ok

Rhodey: Sierra Nevada or Blue Moon, beer for the man who knows what the term ‘hops’ actually means. He is the designated driver and knows his limits, he’s defintely only going to have one and then he’s going to make sure Tony isn’t going to steal thor’s cape and try and use the infinity gauntlet as a substitute drinking horn, he is going to be responsible. An hour passes. He is up on a table with tony, both wrapped in the cape, using caps helmet as the substitute drinking horn as they both scull bud light lime while singing sweet caroline

Bucky: Doing shots with natasha

T’challa:

Fine five star cognac aged in oaken barrels in some rich provincial french town shipped to his estate exclusively and served to him by a beautiful lady in a crystal glass carried on a polished vibranium tray as he sits in a plush leather chair overlooking his land

Clint: It’s always tequila, and every time he puts the little plastic sombrero hat on his head and thinks he’s really funny. That or he’s the guy that drunkenly pressures people to eat the tequila worm for an hour and then when no one wants to he does it himself and fifteen minutes later he’s vomiting behind someones car in the driveway

Wanda: did a shot of 89% soviet vodka and is regretting her decisions

Vision: Requires no alcohol as it serves no apparent function. Is enquiring to the whereabouts of a bucket so that he might assist wanda

Spider-man: tony stark let him have a sip of his bud light lime if he promised not to tell cap and it was so rad but oh my god that was so nasty but he cant say that because like its probably fancy millionaire beer, this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him, he can’t believe he was even invited to this party.

Ant-man: was not invited to this party

Assist Me Part 9 (Epilogue)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger

Word Count:2054

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Last part! Thank you for reading this series!

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Originally posted by spockvarietyhour

Aladdin was Bucky’s favorite movie. The colors, the plot, the characters – he loved it all. And deep down, he even though wouldn’t admit it, Aladdin reminded him a lot of himself, because he too had lied to impress a girl he liked. But you loved the movie as well, and after several movie nights with you in which he insisted on seeing the movie, he could easily quote some of the scenes and sing some of the songs.

For security reasons, most of your dates with Bucky were spent in the tower, and if not, at your place. Most of your dates were movie nights, and Tony would occasionally help you two illegally watch a movie that was out in the theaters at the time. While movie nights were fun, you despised being constrained to only spending time together indoors. Your adventurous nature made you desire to go places, not solely talk and watch movies in a room.

Today though, Bucky had other plans. When you arrived at the tower, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Bucky you were there. He checked himself in the mirror, sprayed himself with cologne he stole from Sam, and rushed out of his room. Tonight’s date night wasn’t going to be a movie night or game night, he had something bigger and better in mind, and he prayed it would all go well.

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ULTIMATE CSUN DORM MOVE-IN GUIDE

It’s that time of year again. I made a list last year of things to take to CSUN for those moving in to the dorms.  I have made some changes but this should help you a lot. If you guys have any questions about anything, don’t be shy to shoot me a message.

Rule of thumb, if you’re rude or demand anything, I won’t help. I’ve gotten enough of those from you kids.

Ok, I was thinking how helpful it will be to make this. This is my first year here, but I moved in during the summer session so I know what we need.

What to bring:

KITCHEN:

1. A MICROWAVE - I can not tell you how important it is you bring one! CSUN Dorms doesn’t offer microwaves with your kitchen. Message your roommates and see if anyone has one. Kitchen or not, you need one!

2. A toaster - Or suffer with soft, cold bread. Bread = College food essential. Learn to enjoy it, along with noodles and Ramen.

3. All kitchen things if you have one - Food, dishes, forks, spoons, pans and pots, paper towels, cloth towels, dish soap, spatulas, strainer…Oh, and a water bottle! The sink water won’t kill you here.

ROOM:

4. Clothes - You know. Shirts, pants, socks, blah. JUST DON’T FORGET A TOWEL!

5. Fun stuff - TV, gaming stuff, iPods, chargers, cords, books, headphones, speakers, whatever makes you happy. There is room.

6. Bedding - THESE BEDS SUCK! It took me over a week to get over how hard they are. The size is a Twin XL, so go get bedding for that. To save yourself a lot of misery, get a bedding pad or whatever it is called. An $80 investment at Costco will save your soul and sleep.

7. Internet cord - The wifi can get pretty bad here. Get a 6’ cord, you’ll be pumping a beautiful 30 mb/s into your computer/gamig system. Do it.

BATHROOM:

8. All hygiene things - Conditioner, shampoo, soap, scrubs, toothbrush, face wash, moisturizers, SUN SCREEN (!!!!!!), ear swabs. Things like that. And of course a garbage can. That’s a must have.

SCHOOL:

9. Pencils, pens, notebooks, LAPTOP AND CHARGER, binders, highlighters, flash cards…

OTHER THINGS:

10. Food, laundry, toilet paper money - ALWAYS KEEP THIS TO THE SIDE! Housing doesn’t offer free toilet paper or laundry. $10 per month for laundry, split up toilet paper with roommates, and make sure to always have food money. ALWAYS.

THINGS NOT TO BRING:

1. All those things you’re debating if you should bring or not. Don’t. You’ll end up screwing yourself and your roommate over. Don’t be that guy…or girl. Keep all your collections at home, don’t bring giant stacks of CDs or DVDs, no mountain of plush toys, no useless toys, no books you’re going to “read because you should.” No. We know that last one won’t happen anyways.

2. All your drama - College. Not high school. I was living with a 47 year old (hell), and this guy still hasn’t grown up. Don’t be my 47 year old roommate.

Aaaannnd…that’s my Dorming guide for you guys. I have been using this list for moving anywhere and it has saved me the hassle of forgetting things behind. I am moving in this Wednesday (July 23rd) so I’ll be there to answer questions if needed. I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your summer! 

INTP-ISTJ They’re Not /Completely/ Broken Yet

ISTJ: Have you found a new pair of headphones yet?

INTP: Huh?

ISTJ: You told me you were going to pick out a new pair to replace the ones you’re using now.

ISTJ: You told me that months ago.

INTP: Oh, that’s right.

INTP: Well. No, I haven’t, but–

ISTJ: Let me see the brand you have.

ISTJ: *Takes INTP’s headphones*

ISTJ: Okay. I’m going to order you some new ones.

INTP: Why?

ISTJ: Because the ones you’re using have been completely destroyed and are a mangled mess.

ISTJ: And because if I don’t do it, you’re going to have those awful things for the rest of your life.

ISTJ: It’s getting ridiculous, INTP. You need a new pair.

INTP: They still work, though.

ISTJ: They are a mess and need to be replaced.

INTP: But they sound fine!

Headphones: 

Riproduzione casuale. Parte la canzone.
Controllo la data. 2005. Dodici anni fa.
Ultimo anno di liceo. E almeno cinque-sei anni che non l’ascolto.
Però la chitarra che esce dall’ipod tocca le giuste corde sotto la carne mia.
Torna tutto chiarissimo. 
Chiudo gli occhi, e la bocca si muove in automatico, e le labbra non sbagliano nulla. La voce sputa le parole come se fossero passati due giorni e non sei anni. 

Bad Reputation (Michael Series)

(A/N): Mildly Smutty 


All Parts 


Chapter Four

“Miss De Lesseps did you hear me?” the headmaster scorned sternly, his bushy grey eyebrows furrow, accentuating his frown lines. Violet had not even realized that she was absent mindedly staring at Michael’s profile instead of listening to the lecture on the importance of applying Norwest Christian’s values to their everyday lives.  

“Yes sir - uh sorry.”

“Good, because Mr. Clifford is not the only one at fault here. Not only did you initiate physical retaliation against Zeke, but you left campus in your car, and skipped all of your lessons.”

“Physical retaliation? But Zeke was-” Violet tried to defend herself.

“Believe me, I know the story in its entirety, and fret not, Zeke will be punished for his contribution to the chaos as well, but that business is between he and I.”

You listened silently.

“Now,” the headmaster continued, “ Mr. Clifford, you and I both know very well that we have zero tolerance for hitting.” Michael snorted at the childish manner of the rule, before the man continued in a stricter tone, “And I suggest, you do not take these things lightly. I could expel you if I so desired.”

This silenced the pair.

“But I won’t. It has come to my attention that your grades have dropped dramatically since the beginning of the semester, and in addition to one week’s suspension, you will be required to sacrifice your study hall - or ‘naptime’ - considering how you spend that period presently, and take up Health.”

“With the freshman?” he groaned.

“Yes sir…with the freshman. Seeing as you do not utilize that valuable time, rather spend it drooling all over various items of school property, you must transfer. Having the extra class will improve your GPA significantly….besides, judging from the catastrophic  state of both of your necks,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “a little, er, education would not hurt.”

The couple blushed fiercely, casting their guilty eyes down at the carpet.

“Yes Headmaster Durham.” Michael mumbled.

“And as for you Mrs. De Lesseps. I see that you’re quite the intelligent young lady, perhaps you could sacrifice some of your time occupied with,” he cleared his throat once more, raising his eyebrow “extracurricular activities, and dedicate it to tutoring Mr. Clifford instead?”

“Uh, yes sir.” Violet stammered, turning scarlet.

“I will let you off easy this time. But I should warn you, should another incident occur I will not be this forgiving. Your stellar transcript has convinced me to be quite lenient with you, and your teachers seem to think you are, well, ‘a good girl.’ I trust the next time I will have to confront you, it will be because I am handing you your diploma at the end of the year, have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal” she assured him.

“Very well. Your punishments start tomorrow. Michael, your work will be sent home with you, when you return, I expect it to not only be completed, but completed with exceptional quality. Mrs. De Lesseps, you have detention every day for the rest of this week. You will be assisting the English Department in cleaning up the cafeteria for their quarterly seminar. Do not be tardy.”

“Yes sir….” both chimed in unison.

“I am glad we have come to an understanding.” Headmaster Durham concluded “You’re excused for now.”

They stood from the red leather chairs they were seated on, and made their way to the door, Violet tugging down at her plaid skirt as she walked to make sure it wasn’t riding up. The last thing she needed was a demerit for uniform violation.

“Oh and Mrs. De Lesseps…..” the man continued “ you might want to consider investing in a scarf, or turtle neck, or something to better mask the evidence of your indiscretions.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Last day of freedom.” Michael said while exiting the doors of the student parking lot.

“I suppose it could have gone worse” Violet remarked, as they boarded her car. “Where to?” she asked, starting the engine.

Michael plugged his iPod into the aux cord, crowning himself the dj for their car ride to no particular destination. His selection was one Violet found both enjoyable and endearing at times, and for several minutes the pair sat side by side in comfortable silence.

They crossed the bridge that served as the border between states, just hoping for a little change of landscape. Though the terrain was virtually identical, it was the idea that they were in a completely new territory that felt refreshing.

The sun warmed Michael’s skin through the rolled down window, as they sped across the outstretched bridge, overlooking a wide channel of water. The brisk air burned his flaring nostrils as Violet picked up speed.

Her pale arm rested on the car’s windowsill, her fingers extended to fill streams of wind fill the spaces between them. Her fist open and closed, grabbing at the elusive drafts that grazed her palms.

At the end of the overpass, where the concrete turned into pavement, there was a narrow road, to their direct right. Turning sharply, and swaying because of the force of inertia, the pair continued down this stretch of road for several minutes. It ended abruptly after a few kilometers, before a desolate building, surrounded by a chain link fence.  

Cautiously, they got out of the parked car, and approached the ominous lot. On the acre of sparse grass, and yellow dirt, stood a looming grey factory, still as the air that filled their lungs.

“I bet it’s abandoned.” Violet said in a low voice, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to keep quiet. Michael nodded silently, jamming his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, and rocking nervously back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Violet stood before the fence, wrapping her fingers around the cold metal. It towered over her, sitting at 15 feet tall, and lined with coils of rusted barbed wire. It was sealed shut with a tarnished padlock, that looked as if it hadn’t been tampered with for over 15 years.

“Even if we had a key, we couldn’t get this lock open.” she spoke, capturing Michael attention.

“Well going over isn’t an option unless we want to be infected with tetanus.” he uttered, hesitantly scanning the fence up and down with nervous eyes.

“A path…” Violet said.

“Hm?”


“There, in the marsh grass, someone’s been walking there. There’s a gap.”  she observed.

“I would hardly call a few soggy footprints a ‘path’…” Michael mumbled, but before he could protest any further, Violet was already pushing away the long stalks, following the steps, avoiding the quaggy mud. “Grab the blanket!” she called back to him, before continuing on.

Plush blanket in hand, Michael let out an exasperated sigh before following Violet.

“Someone’s made this to get in, look.” she said over her shoulder, gesturing to a line of old railroad ties that led to a hole cut of of the fence, just big enough to crouch through.

“I better not get my docs dirty.” Michael warned, balancing on the metal beam.

“Stop being such a girl,” Violet laughed in response, squatting through the gap.

Mike stumbled up next to her, breathless from the brief exposure to physical activity. A chilled draft from the building cast over them causing them both to shiver.

“…creepy” he murmured under his breath, as they walked closer to the deserted building.

Before long, they were close enough to throw a stone at it. They looked up, surprised at how massive it was up close. The grey wall was composed of various pieces of graffiti. A busted lip, bleeding pastel colors, an angel with a roman numeral ‘X’ for a face, and an old woman with long, flowing hair were a few works that caught Violet’s eye.

The door was absent, leaving only the archway, its wooden frame rotting. She entered slowly, looking around at the vast room, which captured the echo of her footsteps. She couldn’t see the ceiling, only darkness. As she moved from room to room, light shone in from the spaces where windows once were.

She climbed a set of yellow steel stairs that wobbled with each ascending step, rust flaking off. For a moment, she lost her footing, grappling for the rails to find her balance. Michael’s hand gripped her waist, steadying her.

“Careful.” he sighed, relieved they avoided a potential catastrophe.

Violet nodded, reaching back to hold his hand in her own. A large metal barrel with a chalky substance staining it sat on the second floor. A conveyer belt stretched off the platform and across the middle of the room they entered.

“It was a cement factory.” Violet concurred, reading the block letters stamped on the side of the vat. They continued to the top and found a large pile of concrete rubble lying in front of a hole smashed through the wall. It led to the roof of one of the lower floors. Carefully watching their step, they climbed onto the roof, and settled down, leaning against the wall of the third floor.

The view was phenomenal. It overlooked the wide river, and the sun’s setting rays cast shadows through the tall cables of the bridge.

Violet rested her head on Michael shoulder, nuzzling into him, while watching the amber sky.

“Okay, I had my doubts, but this IS nice.” Michael admitted.

For a few still moments, they appreciated the sounds of the water, casting its waves against the edges of the bank. Michael’s eyes followed the ebb and flow of the consistent tide, watching the ripples sent through the murky green water.

“Mike…” Violet mumbled.

“Hm?” he asked warmly, pressing his lips against her forehead.

“I’m really comfortable. Do you mind if we just talk?” she asked timidly, unsure if he wanted their relations to be purely physical.

“Of course I don’t mind,” he laughed under his breath, “ No, Vi, that sounds good. I’m quite tired as well.”

“Vi…? she paused, thrown off by the pet name.


“Uh, yeah, is that okay?” he asked nervously.

“…yeah, no, I mean, yes, I like it.” she rambled.

And for a string of seconds, they both relapsed into complete silence, admiring the sinking sun, melting into the edge of the water. Michael thought of it as a song. The low hum of the cars passing within an instance, the slosh of the murky water, it all echoed through the walls oh his skull.

Michael’s hand rested on top of Violets, and his thumb brushed back and forth across her knuckles. His fingertips felt like velvet against her pores. Violet exhaled through her nostrils before speaking in a weakened voice…

“My dad called me Vi.”

Michael raised his eyebrows, “Your Dad?”

“Yeah…..” she paused, “My Dad.”

“Is he…?”

“Dead?” she finished his sentence for him, “No, but he might as well be.”

Michael was silent, but squeezed her hand even tighter.

“He left when I was six. No note, no calls, no goodbye. He drained Mum’s bank account, and disappeared. They never fought, never yelled. He was there one day, and the next thing you know, ten birthdays have passed, and all you have left is some stupid nickname.”

Michael wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to his chest. He thought about how in the movies, the boy always kissed the girl to make her feel better, but that didn’t feel right to him at that moment. He knew that kissing her could never undo all the wrongs. He knew that she didn’t need a passionate kiss, she just needed to be held.

A warmth washed over Violet. Her lungs filled with frozen air, and his smell flooded her senses. She felt an unfamiliar sensation bubble in her chest. She felt…safe.

His thumb moved against her shoulder blades and his hand held the back of her head closer to his heart. He pulled away, cupping her chin in his palms, and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

He went to look back towards the bridge, but Violet grabbed his stubbly jaw line, and turned his face towards her’s.

She kissed him softly of his pink lips, pulling him closer to her. She rested her forehead on his, looking down at his lips for several seconds. She reached out and grabbed his chilly hands, and played with his fingers. With her free hand she unbuttoned the top button of her white blouse before continuing to the second and third, with numb fingers.

Michael swallowed harshly, the vapors of his cold breath fogging his vision. She took his hand and guided it over her plain white cotton bra. She covered his hand with hers and kneaded her chest, so he could feel her.  

She let go of his hand, trusting him to continue touching her on his own, and grabbed the wispy hairs on the back of his neck. With parted lips, she kissed him once more, pulling him on top of her as she laid down slowly, her back against the cement floor.

Michael’s fingers played with the edge of the bra cup, asking permission to explore underneath the fabric. Violet arched her back and nodded against him, prompting his hand to rest flat against her bare skin. She felt so warm in his palm.

His thumb brushed over her nipple, causing her to shiver as it hardened under his rough fingertips. Violet grabbed Michael’s lower back, pushing his hips deep into her. Michael’s mouth fell open, at the sensation of his denim clad erection against her clothed core.

He inhaled shakily, before rolling his hips once more, causing Violet to let out a whimper. He deepened the kiss as she fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo his pants. It was the he noticed the light taste of saline against her lips.

“Wait.” he paused, with shaky breath, his elbows nearly buckling underneath his weight “Violet, wait.” he grabbed her wrist gently, stopping her from continuing.

A look of confusion and disappointment tainted her face, the corners of her mouth sinking down into a slight frown. “Michael, I need you.” she whined.

He squeezed his eyes shut, mustering up every ounce of self control before continuing.

“Believe me, fuck, I need you too,” he swore under his breath, “but not like this. This isn’t fair to you. You - You’re vulnerable right now, and I can’t take advantage of you like this. I’m sorry I just can’t do it.”

“No, Michael, I want this, I’m ready.” she bucked her hips against his.

“Vi, you’re crying.”

“I am not!” she argued, frustrated.

He brushed his thumb across her tear stained cheek and brought it in front of her face.

“You are princess.”

Violet melted at the nickname, and was overwhelmed with gratitude that Michael was there to take care of her. She released a floodgate of tears, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder to quietly sob.

“Shhhhh..shhh” Michael soothed, hugging her waist as he sat up, pulling her into his lap. He placed small kisses against her temple, and slowly hummed a slow ballad as she cried against him.

Choking back tears, she cleared her throat. “Sing to me.” she said weakly.

“I can’t si-…”

“I don’t mind.” she protested.

And with that, his voice softly began Therapy by All Time Low, and rocked her back and forth reminding her, that he was there to keep her safe.

Finn Fancies the Bus Girl: Chapter 10

Finn and Rae were the final ones to wake the next morning. Finn mistakenly went down to breakfast without a shirt leaving all the “love bites” Rae had left on him for everyone to see. Chop’s dopy grin said all it needed to say before Finn ran as fast as could back up the steps to find a shirt to hide his marked body.

“It seems you and Finn had a mighty nice night.” Chop chuckled his back to the group as he spread butter on his toast.

“What'ya mean by that?”

“Just that you’re wearing a smug grin and Finn just came in here without a shirt and we all saw all the little spots you su-”

“All right! So Finn and I had sex.” She said mostly to shut them up.

“And if I do say so myself it was damn good sex.” Finn sauntered in, his own smug smile across his lips as he wrapped his arms around Rae’s shoulders to place kiss to the side of her neck.

“All right, not at breakfast you two.” Archie moved from his seat next to Rae to one at the table.

The rest of the day went almost the same. Chloe not really saying anything while Izzy laughed at the jokes Chop made and the stabs Archie made. That was until they were sat down around the fire at the edge of the lake.

Finn’s phone went off. There was only one reason why he had it with him, and only one reason it would be going off.

He extracted it from his pocket. Rae kept a watchful eye as he stood, walking away to answer it. She followed behind quickly know exactly what new Finn was receiving.

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USB [Tsukishima x Yamaguchi]

Title: USB
Pairing: Tsukishima/Yamaguchi
Rating: PG 
Summary: Tsukishima has a low battery problem.
Warning: Jealousy sorta. 
a/n:  So I actually got a few anon requests for jealous Tsukishima (one of which included an impressive number of puns), so…! Here we are, though I wonder if anyone other than me would consider this jealousy-related aha… 

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i think we all know the post by princessmeave that inspired this fic

To Adam Parrish there was no better feeling than the wind in his hair and the sun on his face as he sat in the passenger seat of the Pig with the windows rolled down. His fingers, however, itched to rip Ronan’s iPod from the auxiliary cord and burn it. The same nerve-grating track had been playing for nearly seven minutes.

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Day Five of @violetwitchcraft‘s 8-Day Tarot Card Challenge.

The Seven of Cords is the struggle to fit in. The more specific struggle to find that one cord that fits one proprietary slot. You didn’t even really want to use your iPod, but now that you can’t find it, you’re invested. You’re going to tear this place apart looking for that cord. 

How did you even get so many random cords? When was the last time you used your mini SATA cable? You don’t even know what it does, but here it is, taking up space. Space that your iPod cord could’ve been in.

You’re going to blame Steve Jobs for this. He made you want an iPod over a more sensibly-corded music player. His sleek design and touch screen friendliness overcame the fact that you were going to be hosed if you lost the cord.

Reversed, the card becomes the letting go of vanity. Your phone works just fine as a music player. Or, maybe you just go online and buy a new cord. Maybe you don’t want to trust a cheap Chinese knock-off cord, but, really, what were you going to use your iPod for anyway? Going for a run? You know in your heart of hearts that if not having the proper charging cable is stopping you from exercising, you weren’t going to exercise anyway. It’s time to make a decision. Eliminate an excuse from the list of reasons you don’t want to do something, or be okay with the idea that someone thinks you’re not good enough.

That someone was probably just you, anyway.

Day 1 - The Minor Arcana of Annoyances Overview

Day 2 - The Ten of Writing Instruments

Day 3 - The Seven of Change

Day 4 - The Four of Screwdrivers

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Commuters/ catch glances of each other on the subway

Not even a challenge, this just LENDS itself to being a slow burn.

Ok, so there’s the typical one: Stiles just moved into the neighbourhood and he has a commute to work - not an impossibly long one, but enough of one that he had to seriously weigh the pros and cons of saving money versus his free time.  So every morning sees him getting on the 7:15 train.  Stiles figures that he doesn’t have to waste time, he can spend the 45 mins to takes to get to downtown by catching up on his reading, writing emails, etc.  Sometimes, though, he can’t help but look up at the attractive guy who gets on two stops after his.  The guy looks impossibly hot, which is what Stiles first notices, but he’s also the first to offer his seat to pregnant women or old men.  

Too bad striking up conversation with strangers is really weird!  Especially since the guy always has a large pair of headphones on that practically screams that he doesn’t want anyone to talk to him.

There’s a lot of pining and staring across the aisle at the guy.

Then one day Stiles notices the headphones aren’t even plugged in to the guy’s iPod, the cord is just dangling loose and every once in a while he’ll take his iPod out and pretend to change the songs.  Stiles, because sometimes he doesn’t think things through and his good ideas usually could use a committee to debate them for like a month, takes the plug and hands it to him.  The guy mutters his thanks.

Then someone new starts getting on their morning commute, someone who doesn’t understand body language and headphones as signs not to talk to someone.  This person keeps trying to engage in conversation with anyone they happen to be next to.  Really annoying, loud, offensive conversation.

The guy starts sitting next to Stiles in defense.  They start actually talking, because that seems to be the best way to get the newcomer to leave them alone. Stiles learns the guy’s name is Derek, what he likes, etc.  He learns how Derek feels about his job, how Derek feels about a lot of things.

He and Derek start making plans to hang out outside of commute hours.  Derek has tickets to a show that he won in some office draw.  Stiles loves shows. 

Eventually, they realize that they’re dating and Stiles moves in with Derek.  They both move slightly closer to downtown now that they’re sharing rent.  They still commute together every morning.

There’s also this:  Stiles and Derek work together and carpool with each other.  There’s a rule in the office that coworkers can’t date.  So they’re BFFs with a significant amount of UST.  They have all these awesome office misadventures, like taking 3 hours for lunch on Friday and seeing a movie.

Then Derek accepts a job for their rival company and he and Stiles start this epic rivalry.

Then sex happens.