Entry #4 - Let Me Distract You - Smut - By @mf-despair-queen
Author: @mf-despair-queen Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 9,263 Prompt: “I admire your ambition, but question your mental state.”
You tapped your foot rapidly against the floor, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Lydia followed suit, pulling her phone out of her purse to check. You sighed angrily at the blank screen, void of messages. Your eyes glued to the wallpaper on your phone, a picture of you and Stiles, your boyfriend of the last year. He was kissing your cheek while you took a selfie, a giant grin on your face. You smiled slightly, tucking the phone in your pocket.
“Have you gotten any word from them? I haven’t heard from Stiles since they were chaining up Liam for the full moon,” you asked Lydia, seeing her groan in annoyance.
“No. I haven’t heard anything. They should be here by now.” She paused, looking at you. “You don’t think something happened to them, right?”
You sighed again, kicking off the wall you were leaning on. “I’m going to try looking for them.” You took off down the hall, ignoring Lydia’s protests. You pushed open the doors of the school, rushing out into the pouring rain. “Where the fuck are you, Stiles?”
So this is my favorite project I am working on. It will be the most time consuming but also the funnest.
Little Boxes. Boys and Girls. Everything you could possibly need and completely customized.
In each box they will have a onesie & overalls for the boy boxes. For the girls you will have a choice of overalls, tutu or suspender skirt with your onesie. (Also boys can buy girl boxes and so on but I felt it was really important to have a representation for the Little Boys). A customized pacifier Sippy cup Stuffie Coloring Book & collectable toy like a pop keychain or mystery pack something fun like that.
I wanted to make something fun and unique so you can have a little outfit/matching pacifier that is unique to you and only you and like one other person own. All made to order and handmade with you in mind.
And when picking out what box you want you will have a choice of theme. So far my ideas are ;
Kingdom Hearts Anime Magical Girl Steampunk Doctor Who Unicorns Sailor Moon Comic Books (Superheros) Pokemon (Will inform me of your favorite pokemons) Disney Princess (Your favorite princesses will be inspiration) Gothic
Okay so I guess the reason I wrote all this was to share my ideas set to come out with my shop opening this fall but also to get your input, maybe some things you think would work, some ideas for themes you would like, or something you don’t think would work. (:
Summary:You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him.
Word Count: 2271
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.
A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy!
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Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.
You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.
The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.
“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”
“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.
“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.
“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”
“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.
“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”
“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?
“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”
That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.
“Oh” was all you managed to say.
“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.
“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.
“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”
“Uh, um, I guess?”
“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.
“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.
Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.
“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”
“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.
“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.
“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”
You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.
“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.
“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”
“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”
“Go for it.”
You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.
“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.
After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.
“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.
“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.
“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!
“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.
“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.
You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.
“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.
“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.
Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“Yeah right, like you would know!”
“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.
“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.
“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.
“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.
“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.
“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”
In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”
“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.
“No” you simply replied.
“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.
“I don’t want to” you whined.
“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”
“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.
“Why do you care?”
“Because” she looked at you irritated.
“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.
“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.
“I fell on the floor…”
“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.
“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.
“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.
“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”
“That’s adorable” she smiled.
“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.
“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.
“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.
“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”
“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.
Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?
“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.
“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.
“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.
“She is talking with Thor now.”
“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.
“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.
“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”
“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.
“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?
“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!
“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.
“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.
“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.
“I do” he smiled at you.
“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.
His face fell at the sound of your words.
“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…”
“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.
“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.
“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.
“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.
REQUEST:(Y/N) is evil (kinda like void Stiles) and she has a soft spot for Isaac. (I feel like this isn’t even close to what the anon requested but this is how it turned out so I hope you guys will like it regardless.)
On the outside, (Y/N) looked like a normal teenage girl. But on the inside, nothing but darkness and emptyness could be found.
When (Y/N) had arrived in Beacon Hills, Scott McCall had instantly known something was off about the new girl. He had wished his instincts were wrong but soon after the arrival of the pretty-looking girl, chaos started to spread in Beacon Hills like a disease. People were brutally murdered or went mysteriously missing and the pack knew (Y/N) had something to do with it all.
“She doesn’t look like a murderer, though.” Isaac declared while the group of friends was on their lunch break. “Wha- Is he serious?” Stiles asked his best friend, Scott. “This girl looks like the devil!” He added. “I’m just saying, maybe she is innocent.” Isaac shrugged. “No, she’s not. Did you take a good look at her? It’s like staring into the depth of nothingness. She is evil, and you guys know I can detect evil better than anyone.” Stiles said and Isaac rolled his eyes at the skinny and sarcastic teenage boy. “Stiles is right. Something is off about her.” Scott stated. “I can feel it too.” Lydia nodded. “What can you feel, Lydia?” Allison asked, frowning. “Death.” Lydia said after a short while. Everytime the banshee was near (Y/N), she could feel the darkness eat away her soul and all the happiness being sucked out of her life. It was a very unpleasant feeling, even for someone like Lydia – to whom death had become a part of her daily life. “If she is the one killing people, we have to stop her.” Scott declared and his eyes glowed a bright red for a second before going back to their original color.
The next morning, (Y/N) didn’t show up to school and the pack felt panic spreading quickly into their veins. School was the easiest way to keep an eye on (Y/N) without looking too suspicious, but now they had to find (Y/N) before someone else got hurt. The pack didn’t find (Y/N) until nightfall. Scott had got a call from his mom, Melissa McCall, saying he needed to come to the hospital right away, and judging from the panic in her voice, Scott knew something terrible had happened and he figured they would find (Y/N) at the center of it all. The moment Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles and Isaac walked through the doors of Beacon Hills Memorial, they saw many people lying in a pool of their own blood. Scott had found his mom, frightened but unharmed – to his relief, and had ordered her to go home and lock herself inside the supernatural-protected house. The pack had decided to split up – although Stiles insisted on staying close to his werewolf best friend, so they could cover more ground and find (Y/N) more quickly.
Isaac was walking quietly in the corridor on the third floor when his werewolf hearing picked up a heartbeat nearby. He walked into a room – which turned out to be the morgue, and found (Y/N) standing there, her back to him. “(Y/N)?” Isaac called carefully. The teenage girl turned around slowly. She looked emotionless, but somehow pretty calm. Her skin and clothes were stained with blood as if she had taken a bath in her victims’ blood. “I wouldn’t stay here if I were you.” (Y/N) said. “Why? So you can kill more people?” Isaac said. There was no anger in his voice. Even if now he knew for sure that (Y/N) was the one behind the brutal murders in Beacon Hills, an odd feeling told him not to hurt or kill her, as if he still believed she could be innocent. “Do you want me to start with you, pretty wolf?” (Y/N) asked blankly. Isaac couldn’t help but notice that the girl’s voice sounded innocent, almost gentle but emptied of all emotions, and he failed to understand how could someone like (Y/N) could create so much chaos. “What are you?“ Isaac spoke his thoughts aloud. "An abomination.” (Y/N) replied. “This isn’t you.” Isaac stated, although he didn’t know the girl at all and couldn’t possibly know if she had once been different. “Something is posessing you.” He added, though unsure of his theory. “You’re right, pretty wolf. I was posessed. But I’m not anymore, not when there is nothing left to posess.” (Y/N) said as if she was discussing the weather. “What happened to you?” “My soul got eaten up.” (Y/N) replied, her eyes piercing through Isaac’s. “So you’re killing people just for the hell of it?” Isaac asked. This time, a hint of anger was present in his voice. “Do you think I need a purpose to kill? Is that what you want me to tell your little friends when they will find you drowned in your own blood? That I took your life for a reason?” (Y/N) asked. “You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac declared.
Isaac could see (Y/N) smirking a little even though the darkness of the night was hiding half of her angelic-looking face. “What’s going to stop me? Your claws?” (Y/N) said, calmly. “You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac repeated, although it was pretty obvious he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince (Y/N). “It’s okay. Everyone begs for mercy at the end.” (Y/N) said as she walked closer to her next prey, Isaac. “I can help you.” Isaac said suddenly. “Don’t you recognize a lost cause when you see one, pretty wolf?” “I can help you go back to who you used to be.” “I used to be a nobody. Who would want to go back to that?” (Y/N) said and for the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Isaac swore he heard sadness in the girl’s voice. “You do.” Isaac declared and (Y/N) didn’t take another step. She was standing inches away from the werewolf.
A part of her couldn’t wait to slit his throat and watch as his blood stained the floor and until the very last drop left his body. But then, there was this part of her – tiny and well-hidden, which was forbidden her to hurt another soul, especially the one standing in front of her. But killing and destroying had been in her nature for so long, she couldn’t possibly avoid her fate. Or could she? “I am a monster. I don’t deserve your help and your pity.” (Y/N) stated with anger. “You’re not a monst-” Isaac couldn’t finish his sentence. (Y/N) had placed a hand around his throat and was ready to rip it out with her own fingernails. Isaac’s jaw tightened but the boy stayed still. “Fight back, pretty wolf.” (Y/N) said with her hand around his throat. “Fight back!” She shouted. (Y/N)’s voice was no longer calm and gentle. There were finally emotions in her words. There was anger. There was sadness. There was humanity.
Isaac put his hand on the one that (Y/N) had placed around his throat. At the touch, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Isaac drew (Y/N)’s hand away from his throat and the teenage girl let him do so. “You’re not a monster.” Isaac finally said. “You’re wrong. And you’re going to die because of it.” (Y/N) said but she stayed still. She didn’t try to kill Isaac. She couldn’t and she didn’t know why.
There was a heavy silence in the room while Isaac and (Y/N) stared into each other’s eyes. (Y/N) was still fighting off the urge to kill the werewolf, but why she was fighting it off, she didn’t know. Then, Isaac gently placed a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek and she backed away as if his touch had bruned her skin. At this very moment, she felt something. Something other than anger or pain. Something she hadn’t felt in forever which is why it felt so odd and unfamiliar. And (Y/N) knew that whatever it was, she had to hold on to it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t because even if it was as though she could finally see a light into the darkness, the light was so bright it was blinding her. She couldn’t because it felt like someone was riping her soul out all over again. She couldn’t because after feeling nothing for so long, the pain was agonizing. “Don’t fight back.” Isaac said quietly as he watched the girl struggling not to let any light in into her darkened mind. He could see her pushing all emotions away and it seemed to be strongly hurting her.
Suddenly, an arrow pierced (Y/N)’s body and she gasped. Isaac’s eyes widened and he turned around to see Allison throwing another arrow at (Y/N). “Allison, stop!” Isaac shouted. “Get out of the way, Isaac!” Allison shouted back, convinced that she was rescuing her friend and doing him a favor by killing the enemy. “No! Stop!” Isaac shouted but Allison threw another arrow and (Y/N) collapsed onto the floor. With three arrows piercing through her body, (Y/N) gasped for air as she laid almost motionless on the floor of the morgue, her blood staining her clothes and skin as it mixed with the dry blood of her latest victims. Isaac hurried at her side while Allison watched him, confused. Isaac held (Y/N) in his arms as the girl struggled to breathe. “What have you done?” Isaac shouted. “I- I thought-” Allison stuttered, extremely confused. “Get out! Go find help!” Isaac shouted urgently. Allison stayed still, wondering if she had just badly injured an innocent. “Now, Allison!” Isaac shouted and the huntress ran out of the room to go and get help. “You’re gonna be okay, (Y/N).” Isaac said quietly as blood stained (Y/N)’s lips.
But Isaac knew what just came out of his mouth was a lie and (Y/N) knew it too. She couldn’t breathe. She was dying and she was okay with it. She wanted the pain to stop. It wasn’t her physical injuries that was hurting her. But while her body was pain-free, everything inside was agonizing. The pain which she felt on the inside was what was killing her. Her mind was on fire, her soul – which she believed to be long gone, was being torn apart by the strong and unbearable feeling of love and of life. “I’m sorry.” Isaac whispered, fighting off the urge to scream and cry for someone he hardly even knew. “It’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered as her body went still. “I was made to kill, not to love.”
And then her eyes were closed and a single tear fell down her face. Crying was so foreign to her, but that’s how she knew. She had been forbidden to feel, and the moment Isaac set her free from the never-ending darkness and chaos, death came crawling back to take her soul. And this time, she was never getting it back ever again. Isaac was the first person to see (Y/N) for who she used to be and not who she had become. He was the first person to see her as a human being and not as a monster. And that’s what gave (Y/N) a piece of her humanity back: to be reminded of who she used to be and not blamed for who she was now. Because everybody should be reminded of what they’ve lost in order to get it back. And as the pain exploded in her body into a thousand flames, she knew she was herself again. She was a nobody again, a nobody at all.
For their tenth birthday, Stiles had gotten Allison a mug from a kiosk at the mall with AREN’T YOU GLAD WE EVOLVED OUT OF NEIGHBORING CELLS on one side and a picture from their school trip to the zoo, the one where Allison was hitting a goat trying to eat Stiles’ shirt, on the other. It’s such a metaphor for their entire existence that Allison puts it on the mantle of every subsequent house that they live in, next to their parents’ wedding portrait.
Stiles and Allison are twins and it’s amazing. They’re both raised as hunters but it doesn’t stop them from falling in love with werewolves. ❤️❤️❤️
After two years as a deputy for the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, not to mention a lifetime of being the kid of an officer of the law, Stiles had seen some things in his time. Some weird shit happened in Beacon Hills, really.
However, no amount of animals mauled in the woods, people going missing, psychotic teenagers going on killing sprees with their trained pet mountain lions (or so the official report stated; Stiles didn’t trust his dad’s account of that night back when he was in high school) could prepare Stiles for the sheer ‘what the hell?!’-ness of waking up at six in the morning for his shift, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and then noticing that outside the back window there was a little girl playing in his flower beds.
Single parent Derek (◡‿◡✿) Deputy Stiles (◠‿◠✿) Werewolf mini-Hale (ʘ‿ʘ✿) Happy family ending (˶◕‿◕˶✿)
Derek is about to leave, content with the smell of blood as proof that the Fury is dead when he hears it.
It’s faint and uneven and even with its help, it takes Derek a full minute of scanning the clearing before he finally spots the small heap that must be the human. It’s down on the far side of the canyon, almost completely hidden by a tall oak tree and–Derek jumps down before he thinks about it.
He knows what he has to do. Furies are dangerous. Furies are fire and smoke and a funeral he barely remembers. He lands almost silently and makes sure his hands are fully shifted into claws and then slowly moves forward.
This is the greatest au that I never knew I needed. I love Sterek, I love How to Train Your Dragon and this AU is perfect. Two great people collaborated and nothing short of greatness came of it.
Derek finds a young man injured in a ravine on the border of his ranch. That’s strange enough, but the mystery only deepens when the young man wakes up without any memory of what he was doing out there.
Single parent Derek who is also alpha of his pack all wrapped up in a historical au and I was instantly smitten. Throw in some mystery and an alpha pack threatening and it’s great from beginning to end.
Suddenly his entire body felt tingly and sensitive and he could swear gravity had failed on him just then; he couldn’t feel the chair he was sitting on, or where he’d planted his feet on the floor, or the clothes he was wearing, or the pen he was holding, and then his vision started blurring and morphing into a picture of some place that was not his classroom.
“—it,” he finished with a different voice.
Or, the AU in which, on their 22nd birthday, a person will switch bodies with their soulmate and is left to figure out whom they’re temporarily inhabiting, and how to get back to each other. But because Stiles is Stiles, he forgets that it’s his birthday, and the bodyswap takes him by surprise.
Soulmate au that’s adorable in premise and in execution. It’s great. Stiles goes to a math final and forgets that he’s gonna be switching bodies with his soulmate because it’s his birthday. Alive Laura helps out and it’s a good use of misunderstandings in a fic and it doesn’t get overdone which is great.
Here is a selection of old anatomical illustrations that provide a unique perspective on the evolution of medical knowledge in Japan during the Edo period (1603-1868).
Anatomical illustrations, late 17th century
These illustrations are from a late 17th-century document based on the work of Majima Seigan, a 14th-century monk-turned-doctor. According to legend, Seigan had a powerful dream one night that the Buddha would bless him with knowledge to heal eye diseases. The following morning, next to a Buddha statue at the temple, Seigan found a mysterious book packed with medical information. The book allegedly enabled Seigan to become a great eye doctor, and his work contributed greatly to the development of ophthalmology in Japan in the 16th and 17th centuries.
I submitted a story here before about a bad parent but this event happened before that, around when I first started working and it’s been sticking with me ever since. The store I work for is a girl’s clothing store, we used to have a section for boys but it didn’t do so well.
One day a mother was buying clothes for her daughter, and her son runs up to the register with one of these little Disney tsum tsum mystery pack things we used to have. The mom looks at it and says “no that’s for girls”. I’m a firm believer that we should let kids get what they want and that nothing should be specifically gendered and also come on it’s fucking Disney. About a minute later he comes up with another mystery box thing and this one was a Disney’s heros and villains box and he puts it on the counter and the mom raises her voice and goes “No this is for girls, it’s all for girls.” but it’s not even like the box was covered with princesses or anything stereotypically feminine. It was dark blue and had Scar and Hercules and some other male heros/villains on it. It was 100% a gender neutral product.
And then she turns to me and says “Everything in here is for girls right!?” And now I’m incredibly uncomfortable cause I don’t wanna say “No” and have her get mad and yell at me in front of my manager but I also don’t wanna say “Yes” because I don’t believe it and this little boy already looks heartbroken. I kinda just ended up shrugging and saying “I don’t know, it’s got Hercules on it.” The mother rolled her eyes at me, apparently unhappy that I didn’t tell her son him wanting something from the store was wrong, and told her son to put it back. The mom paid for the clothes and they all left, but I was just so angry and baffled. Would she have let him get it if it was at target or a walmart? Was it just because of our store’s main demographic or did she not want him getting a princess instead of a prince?
This is literally my first (and maybe only) Yuri on Ice! Head Canon. I was inspired to do it after someone asked if I ever thought about it yesterday… and I never did… until yesterday… so I did a thing I guess…
This is just a short HC (for me!) about how their mornings would be in Japan and in Russia… just a typical day for them… pulled right outta my butt hahaha hope its ok!!!
story time so i went to walmart and i saw that there was a warrior class RID15 starscream there. $20 too expensive i had literally $8 to my name and i was supposed to get groceries
i saw that they had those shitty little RID15 “tiny titans” or whatever theyre called. the ones in the mystery packs. i saw that starscream was featured on the box to i took a chance
i fucking spent AN HOUR standing there feeling up each package. there were at least 30 packs. and i felt one where i was like “ok his cape is his defining feature thats gonna be flat and kinda curvy at the bottom” and lo and behold my fucking skills help me out once again
A/N: Finally posting my first fic on here whoo! Spencer Reid x Reader where Spencer can’t seem to get the reader out of his mind. On top of that the two keep running into each other. There’s no such thing as a coincidence, right? @brywrites