Author: to be revealed 9/20! Rating: M Word Count: 17k Pairing(s)/Character(s): zimbits Warnings: past sexual assault/non-con, threatened sexual assault/possible dub-con, mental illness, homophobia, addiction/past overdose, homelessness Summary: After rehab, Jack leaves home, unable to face his parents and the legacy he failed to uphold. He gets work as a truck driver and enjoys the relative solitude of it for a few years, until the day he picks up a hitch-hiking runaway from Georgia.
Summary: A rebel by nature, Chanyeol is the leader of a revolution. He has never opened his envelope and, on the day of the parade, he’s in for a surprise.
Word Count: 3,1K
Leading a revolution against the government is apparently much harder than the books reveal, Chanyeol mused to himself as his fellow revolutionaries placed another stack of papers in front of him. He sighed and looked through some of the papers before rolling his head back and letting his body fall further back into the seat.
“Since when is there so much paperwork involved with revolutions?” He grumbled before unlocking his phone.
Reading and signing papers were not his best virtues. Usually, he asked either Joonmyeon or Kyungsoo to help him with it. Surprisingly the two always willingly helped him, even if it was just to get him off their backs so they could spend more time either working or planning Kyungsoo’s and Minseok’s weddings.
Chanyeol subconsciously opened Pokemon Go in hopes of catching any of those adorable fictional beings nearby. Perhaps he could go on a walk around town. Who knows, he might find more people who are interested in joining the revolution.
And so he got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket to protect himself from the terribly windy weather, and walked out the door. He heard one of the revolutionaries calling after him but it was faint. Deciding to ignore it, Chanyeol almost ran down the stairs and into the streets of Seoul.
Almost immediately he ran into Minseok. With his eyes wide, Chanyeol smiled at his older friend before asking, “Minseok! What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d bring you lunch,” The much shorter man responded, holding up a small transparent box containing chocolate-chip cookies, sandwiches and two packets of tea. Chanyeol’s stomach grumbled at the sight but he smiled through it, “Oh, you didn’t have to! But thanks! You can leave it on my desk.”
“Where are you going in this weather?” Minseok wondered out loud, not even moving from his spot when Chanyeol brushed past him on the quest to catch a nearby Eevee. The tall man looked up from his phone for a second before shrugging, “Wherever Pokemon Go leads me to!”
Minseok couldn’t help but sigh at the statement, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, “How can you lead a revolution against arranged marriages if you spend all of your time escaping from it?”
“I’m not escaping!” Chanyeol defended but deflated upon seeing Minseok’s sarcastic questioning glare, “…Okay, fine. I’m escaping. It’s much more work than I thought it would be.”
Once again his short friend sighed before asking, “Paperwork?”
“So much,” Chanyeol nearly cried out, “From the government, the police, other revolutionaries, people trying to convince us to stop the revolution and so on and so on. I’m sick of it.”
‘Well, you brought it upon yourself,’ Minseok wanted to say. Instead, he bit his tongue and spoke, “Perhaps you should take a break.”
Chanyeol looked at him with the most sarcastic glare he could manage, and asked, “What do you think I’m trying to do right now?”
Not so much of a coda as wishful thinking for the next episode. Based on this ask sent to @bluestar86 Dadstiel, 1k
When it’s all said and
done, Cas has a baby in his arms.
Nephilim, Dean reminds
himself, but it’s difficult to think about the kid like that when he’d seen his
very human mother bleed out, pleading with them to take care of him. Dean’s seen a whole lot of awful in his time,
but that ranked pretty high on the list.
She hadn’t even gotten a
chance to name him.
The motel room somehow
seems even more suffocating now than it had a few minutes ago. Cas sits perched on the end of the bed where
Kelly—yeah. And he has a baby in his
arms. What are they supposed to do?
Dean breathes out through
his nose, even the small puff of air loud in the otherwise dead silent
room. Sam leans over and shuts Kelly’s
eyes, mouth thinned into a tight line. There’s
nothing left to do here. So, without
ever saying a word, the three of them—well, four of them—make their way out to
The drive home isn’t even
broken by driving music. Dean can’t find
it in himself to reach out and push a cassette into the player. Outside, rain starts pelting the window. In the backseat, Cas makes a soft hushing
noise whenever the kid starts to get fussy.
Dean finds himself checking
the rearview mirror to make sure they’re both all right more times than
I don't know if you're still in the writing mood but here's a prompt if you're up for it: clark non-explicitly asking bruce out in the middle of conversations and never being taken seriously
(AN: I’m sorry this took a little longer, I’ve been working more days lately and there is a couple days between me writing the beginning of this and the end if things seem a little wonky. I hope you like it either way)
“He has to know right? I mean, it’s Batman.”
“Let it go, Bear.” Hal said not looking up from his magazine. The two were supposed to be on monitor duty, but the Lantern normal took this time to relax and maybe catch up on some sleep if he was partnered with someone reliable and there were very few more reliable than Flash. Except apparently when there was drama afoot.
“I can’t just let it go.” Barry sighed but reluctantly turned back to the monitors, far used to his friend’s routine. Between Justice League missions and Green Lantern duties, he couldn’t really complain if the guy fell asleep while working. Much. “It’s like watching someone slip on something in slow motion. It’s too late to warn them and you know it’s going to end in disaster.”
Hal snorted but didn’t object to the hyperbole. Of course Batman had to see it, they all had. It had been going on for months. Hell, maybe even years considering the two had known each other for far longer than the rest of them had.
Then again, he thought, glancing up towards where Batman and Superman were huddled over the plans for the Watchtower renovations. The guy does have the emotionally intelligence of a potato.
Supes was standing shoulder to shoulder with the Bat, a proximity that seemed only to be reserved for him, Diana and his forty friggin kids. The aforementioned Bat’s shoulders weren’t as tense as they normally were. If it was anyone else, Hal would have just narrowed it down to the years of familiarity they had on the rest of them, but the Lantern had only seen that particular extent of relaxation around the other man’s fifty-seven bat kids. Hal shook his head, turning back to his magazine and taking his own advice, letting it go.
“We need to fix the water pressure in the en-suite showers, but that can wait.” Bruce said, lens covered eyes scanning the plans as Clark nodded along. “It’s the satellite that needs immediate attention.”
“Did you see that new restaurant by the Planet earlier?” Clark asked as his friend lapsed into brief silence, most likely doing calculations in his head.
“I did. That meteor shower on Monday caused more damage than J’onn and I anticipated. Some of the panels will need to be replaced.” “Well that’s probably because I needed to destroy an asteroid to make it a meteor shower. We should go there for lunch tomorrow instead of the diner.”
“Rosanne would stop giving you that free cheesecake if she found out we skipped out on the usual place. I can get new panels, but it might take a couple days.”
“I can loop around the planet a couple times every day until we get them. And okay, that’s fair.” Clark chuckled, thinking of the older waitress that normally took his and Bruce’s order whenever the former was in Metropolis. “Well how about we go there for dinner?” He suggested albeit hopefully.
“Can’t. Charity dinner. One that you’re covering.” Bruce hummed without missing a beat. “That’s impractical even for you, Superman. There might be a way I can get them as early as tonight, might have to involve Malone though.”
“Oh. Right, day job.” His shoulder’s sagged only the slightest bit and he raised a half amused eyebrow. “Malone has those kind of connections?”
“You’d be surprised. I’ll make the arrangements for after the dinner later. If I can get them, you’re going to have to do the heavy lifting.”
“Yeah, I can do that, B.”
He has to know. Dick thought watching Bruce and Clark crowd the monitor (Batcomputer as Nightwing had mentally dubbed it) looking over the results of the tests Bruce had ran on a strange metallic object that Clark had ‘ran into’ during one of his most recent battles. Clark’s hand rested on the top of the computer chair as he leaned forward for a ‘better look at the screen’, invading Bruce’s personal space. Rather than objecting to the proximity, B didn’t even seem to notice it. Which Dick knew was bullshit since his father figure was aware of almost everything in his environment. He was sure Clark was aware of this as well.
It was a familiar routine, one that Dick could trace back to his Robin days, when Clark and Bruce first began their uneasy truce that surcame to years of true friendship. Of course, back then he hadn’t been totally aware that Superman had been flirting with his guardian. Not until Jason had taken up the Robin mantle at least. He shook his head. At this point he wasn’t sure if Bruce was toying with the other man or if this had actually managed to evade the Batman’s noticed. Which he seriously doubted. The pattern was always the same; they did some actual work for a few hours, standing or working closer to each other than strictly necessary, then Clark would bring up a movie he was thinking about seeing (this week was the new King Kong movie, go figure) or a concert or restaurant he wanted to go check out and would casually invite Bruce along, only for it to go over the Bat’s head.
The worst part was, Dick knew Bruce was interested. He knew Bruce better than the older man knew himself sometimes. They all saw the softness in his eyes when it came to Clark, the inside jokes, the way the Man of Steel could just ‘pop by’ without getting the whole ‘my city’ speech (most of the time) anymore. So it baffled the eldest child a little. He didn’t know why he toyed with the other man like that. Maybe he decided he would lose interest, maybe he had somehow convinced himself that he was somehow a danger to the indestructible man like he had most people in his life. Maybe he convinced himself that relationships themselves were too dangerous, too distracting from his work.
Maybe, Dick thought as he watched Bruce’s lips twitch a little at some corny joke Clark had made before falling back into their neutral scowl. He thinks he’s the one being toyed with.
He shook his head and headed upstairs for something to eat, ruffling Damian’s hair as he passed him on the stairs.
“Try not to be as hopeless as them when you get older, okay?” He muttered, smirking at the confused look he got as he walked away.
Clark yawned and stretched, pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes. Alien or not, staring at his computer screen for six straight hours had done nothing good to his eyes, or his back for that matter.
“So, even Superman gets uncomfortable in cheap office chairs.” He looked up in brief panic before his brain registered the voice. The shadows of the empty bullpen seemed to naturally surround Bruce, even when his Batsuit was traded for a nice Armani one. His lips were quirked in a small, amused smile as he approached his desk as he had many times before. “The job of an investigative journalist is never done I see.”
“Unfortunately not.” Clark chuckled, leaning back in the chair to better look up at him better. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Wayne?” He asked with a bit of a teasing grin. Bruce said nothing, just studying his face with those calculating blue eyes in a way that always made Clark want to squirm. Of course, if he did, that mean Bruce won. It became a game at some point, though he couldn’t say when, one he was almost sure he wouldn’t win. There was no winning with the Bat. He had even resigned to stop his advances, forfeit the game. He was content with being friends, that would be enough for him.
Of course with Bruce, it wasn’t that simple. Because, like most things with the Bat, the moment Clark thought he was out, Bruce changed the rules. The billionaire leaned down and pressed his lips against the reporter’s, who responded to the long dreamt about kiss immediately, cradling the back of his head, afraid it would end just as suddenly. When Bruce did pull away, he was smirking.
Gavin had always liked her, but the reason changed with time. At first, she reminded him of his own mother, with her red hair and gentle smiles. That image was dispelled quickly.
His mother was a Grecian queen. While Greece had been far more equal to women than other societies at the time, that was still a rather low bar. Her place was in the palace, keeping the king happy and producing his heir. She had never raised her voice in his memory, she was soft spoken, and complied with whatever Gavin’s father had wished. She was never mistreated, and she lived a life of luxury, but she didn’t really have any power in the kingdom. That was simply the world they had lived in.
Of course, Gavin had adapted to the times, and he was well aware that that was no longer the case. He didn’t really expect Jack to act like that, he just hadn’t expected her to be as… vocal as she was from the first impression. She had come off as a kind woman, not one to be trampled on, but agreeable nonetheless.
It wasn’t long before his impressions were turned on their head. It wasn’t even 24 hours.
She and Geoff got into an argument, no one could remember what it was about, but it got loud. Jack, who had previously been nothing but sweet smiles, pulled out a machete out of nowhere and pointed it directly at Geoff’s… baby maker. Geoff didn’t keep up his anger for much longer. Gavin, who hated Geoff at this point, mentally gave her enthusiastic applause. She quickly became his first friend on the crew, and when he wasn’t alone he was usually with her.
After what Gavin had mentally dubbed “Geoff’s Fiery Redemption”, Gavin began to respect her for an entirely different reason, though the original cause never truly went away. Geoff’s face when she had done that was one of his favorite memories and would remain that way for many, many years to come. Now, Gavin respected her for the way she smiled.
It took a while for him to see, but he was well versed in spotting masks from his days as a king. Jack was miserable, and had been for a long time, but she put on a smile and a brave face for their sake. It was the only selfless mask he had ever seen. All the others, even his own, were for personal gain: political plots hidden behind honeyed words, hatred hidden behind compliments, shields made of iron (or gold) to protect the individual from anything thrown at him. Jack? She just didn’t want them to worry. She was a better person than he had ever been.
So Gavin did everything he could to banish her misery, to make her happy again. Because she was the greatest person he had ever known, even if she was part of a criminal gang and regularly committed murder with no remorse.
Jack Pattillo was a damn good woman, friend, partner in crime, and in the Ancient King’s eyes, deserved the best that could be given to her.
Can you explain to me what "alpha omega" means in Destiel fanfic? There seems to be a LOT of it (on Ao3 it seems like every other DeanCas fic is tagged as "alpha omega" something) and I don't understand what it is. Is it something to do with werewolves? How/why is it such a THING in Destiel fanfic? Where did it come from? I am at a loss.
Alpha/Beta/Omega is a thing in any fandom, not just the Supernatural one, and its origins? You can read up on it here on FanLore, though that’s just a general explanation of it, since no handling of any trope is the same.
Generally, it seems to be for PWP reasons. It’s categorized as a kink, but there are authors who try to focus on more than that and write it like any other fic, where the characters just happen to be Alpha/Beta/Omega– even if there’s sex within it (or even a lot), the sex isn’t the main point. I was extremely averse to it in the beginning because I don’t like PWP, being ace, and it bothered me that it seemed like people were bypassing this opportunity to write a fic where there’s a society built around there being numerous biological genders where in some males could, in fact, get pregnant. I think there’s a lot of fascinating potential there.
A/B/O (do not write it ABO since that actually means something else and is a slur) is where there are some select animalistic traits applied to humans, increased sense of smell, mating for life, true mates (soul mates), possessiveness of mates, sometimes ability to growl or purr, mating cycles called heats (omegas)/rutts(Alphas). I still take a lot of issue with many of the A/B/O’s I’ve tried to read, since they seem to only enforce the misogyny and sexism already in our society and them amplify it.
Below are a few A/B/O’s I’ve read and really enjoyed, so please feel free to check them out:
Dean Smith has experienced passing attraction to other alphas before, but never dreamed he’d act on it until he falls in love with his best friend. Even though he’s certain that Castiel has no interest in him beyond friendship, Dean can’t bring himself to move on. But when Castiel is outraged by a derogatory comment at work, he shows up uninvited at Dean’s lakeside cabin to demand his help, and several truths come out.
Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn’t buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he’s back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime.
(This is probably the most popular A/B/O fic in fandom, because it very much parallels our world and how women are blamed for crimes against them, and you constantly have to be aware of your surroundings, etc. There’s an entire movement that takes place in this fic, all of it revolving around court cases and counter-lawsuits, as well as Castiel’s family drama and illegal dealings on his brothers, one of which has ties in Dean’s own preferably forgotten past. There’s no explicit non-con, but it’s a close line, as Dean recalls traumas of his past, either within his head, or if he’s having to recount them on the witness stand. It is an excellent fic that will have you wanting justice and cheering for characters, and idk, hit close to home because how familiar it is in our world).
I hope that helps? It’s like any trope/AU, you’ll have to find the ones that work for you.
Imagine that Jamie somehow travels to Claire's time when Bree is still a baby and drops in on Claire randomly like she does in voyager
Anonymous asked: Imagine Claire, Frank, and Brianna’s reaction if Jamie showed up in the 20th century
Jamie stood in between two rows of large houses, illuminated by bright lights that were posted atop poles evenly spaced along both sides of the street he stood on. A strange street too, made of a black material and bordered by a raised grey ridge on either side – both of which were slowly being covered by the fat snowflakes drifting down from the nighttime sky. For all it was peculiar, he felt immediately peaceful, as though he was supposed to be here.
He turned to a blue house with a brown door, feeling inexplicably drawn to it. Fixated as he was on the house, he almost bumped into a couple walking down the street. He turned to apologize, but they didn’t seem to seem him, nor did they seem to have felt him, continuing down the street as though he were invisible. That sent a chill up his spine, and he increased his pace, eager to be inside, where he ought to be – though he could not have said how he knew this.
Without consciously having opened the door, he found himself inside of the house, walking into a large room where he could hear a soft, familiar voice singing.
“and I’ll take the low road / and I’ll be in Scotland before you,”
He stopped dead in his tracks. Claire. He couldn’t bear to take the final few steps and peak around the edge of the wall, sure that the house would be empty, her voice merely the echo of a bone-deep longing. Yet if he could be here in the odd house, he argued with himself, she too could be here. Heart racing, he rounded the corner.
Let me propose a thing to you because I enjoy your flailing. Soft boy Derek Hale and his soft boy boyfriend Stiles Stilinski cuddling on the sofa with hot chocolates and blankets watching idk some sloppy romantic movie with their pet labrador. Or smth to that effect.
BRO. BRO. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.
“Is it that time of the month?”
Derek stops what he’s doing, dropping his book onto his lap as he glares at Stiles. Stiles just smirks and leans against the doorpost, sipping his coffee. It’s almost like Derek doesn’t know what he does to Stiles, sometimes, with the beard and the blushing and being all cuddly and adorable.
Derek raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Well, y’know, it’s more like a time of the week thing. You always wear that sweater when you’re feeling sad and want me to cuddle with you.”
It’s a bold statement - one Stiles had been afraid might’ve been too bold - but then Derek blushes, the tips of his ears flushing pink as he holds up his arm to look at the soft, red fabric. “I hadn’t even noticed that.”
Stiles snorts and downs the rest of his coffee. He already mentally dubbed it the cuddle sweater, like, months ago. Even Scott noticed at a certain point in time.
“Okay, you choose a movie and grab the blankets and I’ll make some hot chocolate for you, and then I’ll cuddle the shit out of you.”
Derek nods, tips of his ears still pink, and Stiles takes a moment to appreciate the way Derek scrambles to get the emergency blankets they keep behind the couch. This definitely isn’t the first movie/cuddle night they’ve had, and it probably won’t be the least. Not that Stiles minds.
“Stiles?” Derek calls when he’s in the kitchen, grabbing Derek’s favorite mug - the one with the blue flowers - and he hums back a ‘Go on.’ “Can you put marshmallows in mine?”
“Of course,” he says, and tears open a bag of marshmallows - another emergency stack of theirs. When he enters the living room, Derek’s already made a blanket fort, Netflix open on ‘All You Need Is Love’ and the lights turned down. Derek looks so pretty like this, shadows enhancing his cheekbones and making his eyes seem so much brighter. Stiles doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Derek clears his throat and blushes.
“Thanks.” Derek’s voice is soft and hushed. Stiles just wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer, kissing his cheek. Something in his chest bursts when Derek lies his head on Stiles’ shoulder.
Whoop whoop ask box open! 😊😊 hopefully this makes sense. Kuroo's gf decides to tease him by riling him up and pulling him into kiss, but before lips could touch, she pulls away and runs off?
Ooho~ so evil, Anon-chan OvO
You ignored him, not even blinking as you quietly turned the
page to the book you were pretending to read.
“Ne, __________-chan,” Kuroo called again, this time with
more emphasis on your name.
You pretended to keep reading passively, but the slight tone
of frustration in Kuroo’s voice made you smile with satisfaction behind your
Teasing and playful bantering was a part of you and Kuroo’s
daily routine, but lately you’ve been lagging behind in the provocation
department, which provided Kuroo with the perfect advantage to utterly destroy
you in recent rounds of what you mentally dubbed as The Game; spontaneous
exchanges of mischievous remarks and actions meant to playfully rile up the
Your pride had kept you from admitting defeat despite the pummeling
you just took from the Nekoma captain, and you’d recently just found Kuroo’s
greatest pet peeve, the silent treatment, which you were now hoping to exploit
to the fullest.
Your book was suddenly pulled out of your hands, but you
forced your face to remain blank as you looked up at Kuroo standing over you.
He dangled the book in his hand, smirking victoriously.
Stay cool. Stay calm.
You coached yourself to not give Kuroo the satisfaction and evenly stood up from your couch while reaching for the
book, “Give it back, Tetsuro.”
Kuroo easily held the book up and out of your reach, “Not
until you stop ignoring me, __________-chan. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I simply find that book very interesting.”
“More interesting than me?” Kuroo asked, leaning his head
down so that it is right in front of yours and intimately close but at the same
time teasingly faraway.
“If I am to be perfectly honest, yes,” you replied quickly,
not letting his closeness affect you.
“Oh?” Kuroo raised one eyebrow with challenge, his smirk
widening devilishly, “Shall I change your mind?”
You had not thought this far ahead yet, and as usual Kuroo consistently ruined your plots. You ran
your options through your head within an instant before deciding at last to be
bold and improvise because like hell are you going to let Kuroo turn the tables
on you again.
Smiling mischievously, you pretended to follow his lead, wrapping
your arms around his neck and burying your hands in the soft hair at the nape of
his neck, a spot where you knew he’s sensitive. You shifted your entire body to
be closer to his but just far away enough to fuel sexual tension and quietly, you
made an innocent remark, coated with provocative undertones, “To think
that the great Kuroo Tetsuro must compete with a book for his own girlfriend’s
Kuroo sniggered quietly and you could feel the air from his
soft laugh, “Not a word of this to
You felt his arms start to wrap around your waist to finally
close the gap between you two, and you smiled smugly at your boyfriend as his
nose brushed yours and his eyes closed in anticipation for the kiss, “Agreed.”
You snatch your book out of Kuroo’s hands, as easily as he
had pulled it out of yours moments ago, and didn’t even allow his lips to
actually touch yours before you danced out of his arms. “I think I’ll stick
with the book,” you announced cheekily, winking over your shoulder at your bewildered
boyfriend before shutting the door to your room on him.
You didn’t know it then, but eventually you’ll look back at that memory as the day The Game turned into The War.
Warnings: a fight breaks out, descriptions are pretty vague
You’d been friends with the Hamilsquad for a little over a year.
You had disliked all of them except for Alex at first.
You and Alex shared some similar traits. You both were hardworking and studious. In fact, these shared traits was how you met each other in the first place.
It was the week before finals week and you both had wanted to get a jump start on studying.
You had lugged several textbooks and an entire semesters worth of notes through the doorway and quickly made your way to the nearest desk.
Several hours later, paper and textbooks were all over the table. Highlighter temporarily stained your hand, pink, blue, yellow, green.
You had an ink smudge under your eye from when you had wiped away a few tears that had formed from frustration and not realized you had ink all over your fingers.
Yawning, you had glanced up to see someone a few tables away, looking just as stressed as you felt. The man was frantically writing as much as he could, occasionally glancing up toward the clock, before picking up the pace of his writing.
He only stopped writing when the librarian came over to tell you that he was shutting the library down until 4:00 am as per the usual hours.
The man sitting at the table sighed and gathered all the ink stained pages he had been working on.
Meanwhile, you had frantically stuffed everything back into your tattered backpack that could no longer be worn on your back.
Pulling it up into your arms, you nodded to the librarian and he walked you and paper guy out of the library and then locked the door behind you.
Paper guy turned to talk to you as soon as he stepped foot outside. “Hi, I’m Alexander Hamilton and I’m studying to be a lawyer. I’d shake hands with you but I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment.” He nodded toward the bookbag in your hands and you laughed, nodding.
“I’m Y/N L/N and I’m studying to be a (insert field of study here). I agree with you on the handshake thing. Maybe some other time?”
Alex laughed at that and responded, “sure! I’ll be here until the end of finals week. I’m sure we’ll run into each other soon.”
Sure enough, the next day you saw each other again. You had been at the library for about half an hour when Alex had walked up to your table and cleared his throat. When you glanced up, you saw that he had extended his hand out toward you, and you raised your hand to his. A short firm handshake followed and upon releasing hands, he walked over to a desk and you got back to work.
For the rest of the week, it was mainly just you and him, the library quiet and as peaceful as it could be when you are trying to study.
During finals week however, the library became quiet chaos. Tons of people also decided the library was a good place to study and once they ran out of tables and study rooms, people began to sit on the floor and study there.
Somehow, halfway through finals week, you and Alex managed to snag two tables right next to each other.
You noticed that Alex looked more and more exhausted as finals week progressed and the bags under his eyes grew more pronounced. You knew that the librarian often kicked you both out at 2:00 am but you weren’t aware that he would be back when the library opened at 4:00 am to study more.
Apparently you weren’t the only one who noticed, as Alex’s friends seemed to be nonstop texting him, concerned.
Eventually he turned his phone off and put it into his pocket.
Twenty minutes later, the rest of the Hamilsquad entered the library and set off on a determined path to get to Alex.
It was sort of funny, watching this group of guys weaving around people, people angrily snapping at them when they stepped on their notes.
They were about halfway across the library when you realized they must have been the people texting Alex. Out of the corner of your mouth, you told Alex to look up. He did and his eyes widened slightly. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find other exit but finding none.
Sighing in defeat, he slouched more in his chair.
A few seconds later, the group arrived at his table. And that was the the quiet chaotic atmosphere changed to a loud atmosphere full of energy.
Alex had barely started talking to them when they all started talking loudly at once, saying that he needed more sleep and that they were going to make sure he got it.
Soon Alex was ushered out the door by a guy in a beanie and a guy with a French accent.
A guy with freckles gathered up all of Alex’s stuff and jogged away from the table to check up with his friends.
That small disruption caused a large disruption for others.
Someone stood up from the table, slamming their hands on the desk. “That’s it! I’m done studying, I’m going to wing it!” The person grabbed their textbooks and started running for the door, stepping on papers and people alike.
People sitting on the floor stared at each other and then launched themselves toward the two open tables.
This started a fight, fueled by stress and frustration.
Eyes wide, you gathered your papers and quickly left, barely avoiding the scuffle in the middle of the room.
You trudged to your dorm room, muttering under your breath. If Alex’s friends hadn’t pulled him out of the room and made so much noise, you would still be sitting peacefully in the library, last minute cram studying.
The next time you saw Alex was the last day of finals week and he looked better than you had seen him before.
You hated to admit this but maybe it was a good thing that his friends had forced him to get some sleep. You shook your head at the thought, still angry at his friends for disrupting your studying.
You did wave at Alex though and he smiled widely as he waved back.
He jogged over and sat next to you on a bench in the quad. You discussed how finals went and what had happened after he was lead out of the library. He apologized for that and promised that his friends are normally better than that. To prove it, he said that he was hosting a movie night the next day and that you were invited.
You didn’t really want to see his friends but you did want to spend some time hanging out with Alex. You agreed and swapped phone numbers and he continued on to his class.
The next day, you went over to the dorm number that Alex said was his room about five minutes before you were supposed to show up.
You knocked on the door and held your breath, hoping one of his friends wouldn’t open the door.
Alex opened the door and you let out the breath you’d been holding. He led you to the kitchen where you spent a couple of minutes talking. He was just talking about what kind of snacks he had set out when another knocked sounded on his door.
He went over to open the door and you trailed slowly behind him.
Alex smiled at his friends and said, “guys, this is Y/N. I met them during finals week. ” Alex introduced his friends to you one by one. He pointed to beanie dude and said, “That’s Hercules, he’s my roommate. He wasn’t here earlier because he went to go pick up soda and find those two.” He pointed to the other two men, French accent dude and the guy with freckles.
“That’s Lafayette and he’s from France. And that’s John Laurens and he likes turtles and drawing, although he’ll only show you his art if he thinks you’re cool.”
John, who you mentally dubbed turtle guy, blushed at that and quickly asked if they could start the movie.
It started off awkward, you pointedly ignored the others and everyone avoided looking at you.
The awkwardness finally broke when Lafayette snorted at a funny line of dialogue, causing you to smile and the others to laugh.
After that, you all took turns commenting on certain sections of the movie and your anger toward them drifted away.
Once the movie was over, you explained why you had acted so rudely toward them.
They didn’t seem to take offense to it, laughing when Hercules shouted, “Oh no! You’re just like Alexander!”
You had smiled at that, smiling wider when you realized that you had almost effortlessly fit into their preexisting friend group. At that moment, you knew that you’d be lifelong friends with the Hamilsquad.
Okay a bunch of things: @crowkt is cool, their art’s cool, you should give them a HEARTY consideration (plus they put time into pieces so they won’t spam your dash with bullshit like I do).
I’ve mentally (and in asks) been calling you Corvid because the “kt” never stuck as a sound and not…. like… “crow kitty.” And now it’s too late. Point of no return. But anyway, when you were mentally dubbed crow, this is more or less what my mentally image of you (or your blog avatar really) became. And so it stuck.
Part B, I…. don’t really know how you indentify at all or anything? So that never really shaped how I imagined your blog avatar…? So my apologies if it’s too feminine.
(Also I just realized I never fuckin followed WHOOPS.) ((Also this sucks but it’s my third try and I’m tired of struggling with this piece.))
Reigen opens the heavy oak doors, and he signs the guestbook
inside, and he recognizes no one.
He sinks into the fog of light chatter, taking in the small circles of
well-dressed people. A few smiles are exchanged with him in greeting, but nothing much past
that. The eye-contact is fleeting when he passes; most look
away, strangers. One young man passes along a cordial nod, dark head bobbing
and darker eyes inspecting Reigen. Then he turns away, and Reigen is left
staring at the wall of black the man has become—hair, suit, pants, shoes—entirely
unrecognizable. Reigen adjusts his own tie, adorned self-consciously atop his
own dark gray suit. He couldn’t find black.
Silently, Reigen begins assigning labels to those he passes.
All silver-haired women become grandmother
in his mind, even by the third and fourth ones. The women younger he
mentally dubs aunt, and those even
younger become cousin. Uncle,
grandfather, –oh, father and mother—Reigen
does recognize those two, though it’s been years since he last spoke with them. They blend seamlessly into the mass of dark-haired, dark-eyed people, hidden behind
the family resemblances. A larger circle engulfs them, and Reigen doesn’t
His eyes drift to the corners. He hopes for a table with
coffee, something he can busy himself in for the time being. The standing
around feels too much like a physical weight on his shoulders, a grasping,
pressing discomfort. He sees Teru before he sees the coffee table. Teru stands
a head shorter than the adults who make up the majority of the gathering. He’s
relegated himself to a corner, decidedly separate. And—yes, Ritsu stands next
to him. He’s harder to spot, nondescript against the backdrop of relatives.
Teru has one arm extended, a gentle weight on Ritsu’s shoulder as Ritsu stares
into the ground. Their mouths move, but Reigen cannot make out the words. Some
breathless, hollow laugh from Teru, an emotionless twitch of Ritsu’s lip.
Reigen doesn’t approach them. He seeks out the white-doilied table instead. Its cloth is dotted with droplets of brown and crumpled paper packets spilling out little sugar granules. Reigen takes a paper cup from the stack, eases it beneath the coffee spigot, and pours. He stands, hands warming against the paper, and does not drink.
“Hi—are you from the Kageyama side of the family?”
Reigen startles and twists. A middle-aged man with laugh lines
stands behind him, hand extended, face set in a solemn gentleness. Reigen grabs
the offered hand and struggles to find his voice.
“I uh—oh, no I’m—My name is Arataka Reigen. It’s a pleasure
to meet you.”
The man shakes Reigen’s hands. “Yamagata Keizo. I’m from
Miho’s side of the family—she’s my younger sister.”
“Mob—Shigeo’s mother, right? Miho?” Reigen subconsciously peels the edge of his cup. “I’m—sorry, I’m just not
too familiar with most of the people here.”
Yamagata nods. “I don’t recognize you from any family
gatherings. Guess there’s some catching up to do around here.”
“Oh—no, I’m not family,” Reigen adds quickly. “I’m Shigeo’s
“Oh, his boss,” Yamagata answers, and his hand drops, and his face
closes off just a fraction. And Reigen feels suddenly 1,000 miles beneath the
man. “Nice to have met you. I’m going to go find Miho.”
“Yes, sure. Nice to meet you too,” Reigen answers. The man
turns away, and Reigen’s hands curl tighter around his coffee. He hadn’t grabbed a cardboard sheath, and the heat begins to burn through to his hands; Reigen hardly notices.
Instead, Reigen sets the cup down. He breathes through a knot
in his chest, and he backs himself against the closest wall. Teru and Ritsu
have vanished. Reigen is left staring at the crowd of unfamiliar faces; he
studies them for a moment each—red-eyed, tissues stuffed into suit pockets or
crushed in palms, quiet sobs muffled into fabric, Mrs. Kageyama buried in a
hug with Yamagata, rocking.
Reigen fights down the twisting feeling inside him, the
burning behind his own eyes, because he can’t shake the sense it would be
wrong. He feels like a voyeur, prying into the quiet grief of a family he doesn’t
Reigen turns on his heel. He avoids eye-contact with the
photos propped on the tables, wreathed and adorned in candles, the only ones
willing to make eye-contact back. Instead he finds the front door, and slips
through it silently, and shudders out anxious, stuttering breaths into the cold
night air. They ice over, curl around him, his hands cold again. A shiver wracks his body, and he holds back the burning in his eyes for
just a bit longer, until he’s out of sight of the funeral home.
How would the RFA and V react when MC tells them that they prefer adoption over birth because MC is adopted and wants to give a child what MC's adoptive parents gave them?
(this has some minor spoilers- spoilers, none the less, but minor. Just so you know!)
just the idea of children has his heart beating at a mile per second
adoption is actually rather exciting for him?
since rika was adopted he feels like it’s a good thing
he really feels like it’s the correct thing to do after hearing MC explain why!
he feels like it’s such a good deed and that MC has a golden heart for thinking like that
his desires to grow up and be a successful person increase by a tenfold so he can take care of the future family very well
honestly, adoption has always seemed like a logical and good option for her
she firmly believes children without parents or family deserve to have one
and honestly? she and MC make such a good couple? that she feels like a child would be happy with them
when MC says this she’s so happy to see MC also thinks adoption is a good idea
she also wants to work hard to be a perfect mom to assure MC that their future child will receive all the love MC’s adoptive parents gave them
at first he’s a little bit confused
but when MC explains why he’s set on the idea
it’s such a good idea now that he thinks of it??
he’s sure MC has to be an angel that came to earth- after all, only an angel could be so kind-hearted and gentle
he speaks about it when he’s interviewed- talking about adoption and such in hopes that more people adopt
he almost wants to visit the orphanage that same day
before MC tells him the reason why they prefer adoption over birth he’s a little bit hesitant
and then MC mentions why- and he understands perfectly
MC was raised with so much love around them, maybe even more love than he could dream of having in his own family, by their adoptive parents
it really breaks his heart to think of those children without families, since family ties mean so much to him
he doesn’t even bring up an argument against it because he’s really for it once he thinks it through
he’d be a little bit worried that when adopting the child would grow distant from him so he’ll try his best to turn more affectionate around others to be able to give his child as much love as MC will give them
precious child agrees immediately
he knows how important it is to have a nice childhood? and he knows he would have loved to have that
he really believes that maybe, if he and his brother had been given up for adoption (even though they couldn’t, due to the danger) they’d have been much happier
so he’s all for giving a child that happiness
honestly, he doesn’t care for that “but the child won’t have your blood” bs
to him a child would be a younger human he raises with MC and protects with his life
really really happy that he’ll get to change a child’s life
V (also really spoiler-y)
he wants to bring happiness to those he loves
that includes MC
and any child they might have
so even if that child is adopted he’ll treat them just like his own biological child
he feels like MC is truly too good; he seriously feels like he can feel an aura of benevolence coming from MC when they mention this
MC has only good intentions and he can feel it from the tone of his voice
plus he feels like adoption is a very nice thing to do over all
he’s also all for adopting an older child- maybe because he’s partly afraid he’ll hurt a newborn or such
also he’ll probably ask MC if they’re comfortable adopting a “problematic” child- those with mental illnesses that orphanages dub problematic
(it’s partly because of Rika, but more so that he can give that child a chance to grow up healthy and have a bright future)
Summary: The first time Stiles talks to Derek Hale, it’s raining, it’s pouring, and Scott went and ditched him to ‘study’ with Allison.
(Thank you, best friend Scott.)
Info: 23k | Teen and Up
Notes: Ridiculously Attractive People in Leather Association aka Derek and his friends. Do I need to say more? Yes I do, because this is one of my favorite high school aus! It’s funny, even if Derek might not agree (Laura is just an awesome big sister and he doesn’t appreiciate it) and sweet and there is an umbrellas issues as well. Also after the first part come snippets, which are so adorable and happy making :D - K.
So being the (impulsive) kind and considerate human being he is, Stiles walks over and hold his umbrella over the person’s head only to realize too late that the moody figure is none other than Derek Hale.
Derek Hale, the ridiculously good looking senior no one seems to know anything about.
Derek Hale, the guy who (broods) sits at the far corner of the cafeteria with his little ragtag pack—or as Stiles has mentally dubbed it: the ‘Ridiculously Attractive People in Leather Association’, or ‘RAPILA’ for short.
Derek Hale, the guy who he may or may not have been eye-stalking since his first year in high school (he may be openly in love with Lydia, but he’s allowed to have interests elsewhere as well, traitorous as that sounds).
Derek Hale, who’s staring at him with a (stupidly attractive) baffled and slightly mistrustful expression on his face.
A long time ago, in a fandom far, far away, I read a really cute coffee shop AU. Now that I write for Sterek, I couldn’t get it out of my head, so here: have a Sterek version!
(Also, please don’t call the phone number used in this fic, I completely made it up)
The thing is, Stiles is a college student. That means
classes by day, studying by night, and eating, living and breathing coffee. Which is why Stiles finds himself scrambling to
get into the first coffee shop he sees, because he’s late and he doesn’t have
time for long lines right now.
He practically runs to the door,
almost tripping when slips on a patch of ice, but he catches himself when it’s
too late. He quickly wonders about last winter, how many times he must’ve
slipped, because New York is like a giant freaking ice rink this time of year.
That’s when he smacks face-first
into the glass door – and really, he should’ve seen it coming, because he
wasn’t paying attention. He rubs his nose, trying to get the skin to stop
burning and muttering to himself about glass doors. They’re evil, okay? The bane of Stiles’ freaking
existence. This has to be the thousandth time he’s walked into one.
He looks up – for tissues or something, because he’s pretty
sure his nose might be bleeding – when he freezes. Standing behind the counter
is the most gorgeous guy Stiles has
seen in his entire life – and he ran into Ryan Gosling once. Ryan freaking Gosling.
Alright, I came back again, ^////^ Do you happen to have angst fic recs? I swear, I checked your tags, mate~ Please, let it have a hell of a lot of words and hardcore pain and agony. So yeah, do you happen to know any drarry fics like that around?
Sure! Most of this is serious, hurtful angst by the way! Let me know if you’d like slightly lighter pain :) Also, for the love of everything please read the warnings! All sad endings are written as so.
* (Also, it’s surprising how I consider literally every fic on the list a must-read. I’m not even that much of an angst junkie. I do recommend that all these works be considered worth a read though, despite the assured ouchies because they’re all really beautiful).
Rating: M, WC: 9,300, Summary: “Malfoy tilts his head back, locks eyes with Harry, and he’s so open, so eager to comfort that Harry wants to punch him till he bleeds. Instead, he leans down, presses a tender kiss along the freckled bridge of Malfoy’s too pointy nose. Malfoy’s just like Ginny, in a way. So naïve and trusting, so willing to believe the perfect man Harry will never be.” | Warnings: Infidelity (not between H/D), Hopeful Ending
Rating: M, WC: 26,035, Summary: It’s a Mind Healer’s worse nightmare to lose a patient to suicide, but Mind Healer Nick Nichols can attest to the fact that a murder/suicide is even worse. If only Dr. Freud had come up with a sure cure for love. | Warnings: Infidelity (not between H/D)
Rating: M, WC: 22,977, Summary: After a night of heavy drinking, Draco wakes up fully-clothed to find that his flat is a wreck and several things are missing. Things only get worse from there. | Warnings: Break Up/Reconciliation
Rating: M, WC: 44,706, Summary: Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living. | Warnings: Major Character Death, Sad Ending
Rating: M, WC: 14,713, Summary: “I can’t help but wonder if Potter’s really as fine as he claims to be. There’s something strange about seeing the vanilla hero of the wizarding world eye-fucking someone across a crowded bar before slipping off into the shadows.” | Warnings: Implied Drug Use
Rating: M, WC: 38,213, Summary: What was meant to be an unexpected one-off in the loo of a Camden bar turns into something rather different, much to Harry and Draco’s surprise. | Warning: Previous Character Death (not H or D)
Rating: M, WC: 114,74, Summary: Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself. | Warnings: Memory Loss
Rating: M, WC: 44k, Summary: Potter needs control; Draco needs forgiveness. They shag; Lavender gives advice; they yell; Seamus makes muffins; they fight; and everyone else drinks far too much coffee for their own wellbeing. | Warnings: Infidelity (not between H/D)
Rating: M, WC: 26,695, Summary: Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.
Rating: M, WC: 6,278, Summary: Draco has been raised to believe homosexuality is a sin. When he encounters an out and proud Harry Potter, his world turns upside down. He is forced to question his beliefs, his values and himself. | Warnings: Homophobia, Sad Ending
Rating: M, WC: 38,512, Summary: Harry agreed to marry Ginny because he honestly believed that he couldn’t fall in love with anyone. And then he found himself falling in love with Draco Malfoy. From there, the next steps may be inevitable. | Warnings: Infidelity
Rating: M, WC: 6,022, Summary: In which Professor Draco Malfoy attempts to survive the inaugural Hogwarts Visiting Weekend with a shred of dignity intact, and Head Auror Harry Potter thwarts him at every turn, supported by a Cast of Thousands (or at least Hundreds). | Warnings: Infidelity (not H/D)
Rating: M, WC: 7,378, Summary: Harry asks Draco to take revenge on on the man who attacked him. Draco does what he can for the man he loves, but there is a truth he must face in order for the mission to be complete. | Warnings: Major Character Death, Sad Ending
Rating: M, WC: 20,663, Summary: Harry’s job is in the public eye but his closely guarded private life is not. When Draco is inducted as the Quidditch physio, will they be able to prevail as platonic and indifferent accqaintances or will Harry finally prove his worth? | Warnings: Break Up/Reconciliation
Rating: M, WC: 11,200, Summary: Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news. | Warnings: Break Up/Reconciliation