Number Eighty-Five: “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
“Der, we got another one!”
Derek sighed, put down his fork, and glared up at the doorway where Stiles was about to appear with the mail. It was bad enough the mailman rang the doorbell in the middle of breakfast, but for another damn proposal? They should’ve just pretended they weren’t home.
“It’s from the McMullen pack in…Montana, that’s a new one,” Stiles announced as he shuffled back into the kitchen in his boxers, a large box in his hands. “And look, they got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
Derek rolled his eyes and went back to his eggs. “Just throw it away.”
Stiles made no moves to throw it away. He set it down on the corner of the table between their plates, and Derek had to grab his coffee mug before it spilled.
“You’re not even going to open it?” He drummed his fingers on top of it excitedly. Stiles loved opening packages. “What if it’s something cool?”
“It’s never something cool.”
“That’s a lie. The last one was great.” He still looked thrilled over the badly cross-stitched Den, Sweet Den hanging over the toilet. Derek glared.
“As soon as I get Lydia here to clear out the ash, I’m taking it down and it’s going in the garbage.”
Stiles finally gave up and sat back down to his meal, leaving the box right where it was. “I can’t believe you would insult Marjorie’s hard work like that. You know she’s a powerful alpha from a powerful pack.”
The accompanying proposal letter had stated as much, a number of times.
Derek pointedly moved the box to the floor. “A powerful alpha, but not a skilled cross-stitcher.”
“Big words from the guy who buys new jeans every other week because he can’t fix a tiny tear.”
“I can, I just don’t want to. It looks tacky.” And unlike Stiles, who spent all of his college years learning to sew his clothes back together to save money, Derek could afford to buy new ones.
That, and the entire town was still kind of waiting for him to be hauled off in cuffs for murder, and wearing tattered and worn out clothes tended to make them whisper about that poor sheriff’s boy, he deserves someone nicer. They always learned shortly after that Derek was the nicer of the two when that poor sheriff’s boy turned around and cussed them out until Derek dragged him away.
Stiles scoffed. “Throwing away unopened gifts is tacky!”
“Sending proposals to an engaged man is tacky.”
“Can you really blame them for trying? I’d be all over that if I wasn’t already.” Stiles ran a hand up Derek’s thigh to punctuate his point, while taking a casual sip of his coffee as if he were doing nothing of the sort.
“I can and I will. And at the very least, we’re sending it back.”
Stiles pouted, brushing Derek’s thigh with his thumb like it would change his mind. “But what if it’s a new frying pan? We’ve been needing one of those.”
“I’ll buy you a new frying pan. We’re sending it back.”
“We might as well get something out of all this harassment.”
“How about the satisfaction of saying no to every single one?” That was enough for Derek, but apparently not for Stiles, who blinked at him imploringly. Combined with his rumpled bedhead, it almost worked.
“But I can’t make breakfast in satisfaction.”
Derek leaned over to give him a compensatory kiss. “You can barely make breakfast in a frying pan.”
Stiles’ hand dropped from his thigh and he narrowed his eyes.
“Wow, okay, see if I ever make you breakfast ever again.” Derek grinned, but that just egged him on. “Actually no, I’m going to make you shitty breakfasts all the time! In the proposal pan!”
“We don’t know it’s a pan, and we’re not keeping it even if it is.”
“Oh come on! We deserve gifts after all this bullshit.” He gestured with his fork to their life in general, which also included the large hole in the drywall from a cursed statuette an angry pack had sent last month after Derek politely returned their proposal.
Derek refused to give in. He was not going to play nice in response to insult after insult.
“Stiles, why the hell would I want to keep gifts from packs I’ve never met who are trying to bribe me away from my fiance?”
Stiles pressed his lips together to try not to smile, but he failed. The whole being engaged thing was still new, they were both still a little giddy about it.
“We should send wedding invitations to all of them,” he said gleefully, and there was his petty streak. He’d been taking all these formal proposals surprisingly well and in good humor considering they were all trying to lure Derek into bringing Hale prestige to their packs.
“No. Then they’ll just send bigger gifts to try to change my mind.”
Stiles smirked. “And I‘m going to keep all of them.”
Derek rolled his eyes but gave Stiles the kiss he was puckering up for.
A déteminant is a word that introduces a noun in a sentence, like
determiners and articles in English. As such, it is always followed by a noun,
although in some cases, the two words will be separated by an (or more) adjective.
There are several types of déteminants in French:
Déterminant défini (Defined article): Introduces a
known noun (like “the” in English) – le,
la, l’, les, du, au, des, aux
E.g. : la
pomme – the apple
Déterminant indéfini (Indefinite article): Introduces an
unknown noun (like “a” in English) – un,
une, des, chaque, plusieurs, tout, toute…
E.g. : un
enfant – a child
Déterminant partitive (Partitive article): Introduces a noun
that cannot be counted (such as sand, rain, etc.) – du,
de l’, de la, des
E.g. : du
sucre – sugar
Déterminant numeral (Numeral article): Indicates the quantity of a
noun (usually through numbers) – un, une,
deux, cinq, cent, mille…
amoureux – two lovers
Déterminant possessif (Possessive article): Indicates
possession (like “my” in English) – mon,
ton, son, ma, ta, sa, notre, votre, leur, mes, tes, ses, nos, vos, leurs
E.g. : tes
voisins – your neighbours
(Demonstrative article): Introduces a noun that is present in the context (like
“this” in English) – ce, cet, cette, ces
E.g. : cette
maison – this house
In most cases, déterminants must agree in both gender and number with their respective nouns. However,
there are exceptions: numeral articles are invariable in every case, except
when the numbers vingt (twenty) and cent (hundred) are preceded by another
number but do not have any numbers after it. Therefore, “eighty boats” is
translated as quatre-vingts bateaux and
“three hundred boats” are trois cents
bateaux, but “eighty-one boats” and “three hundred and one boats” are quatre-vingt-un bateaux and trois cent un bateaux respectively.
The jet landed harder than Clint had intended but the
weather was not agreeing completely with that plan. It had been a long mission and you were worn
out. More so than usual. Your entire body ached and the pain in your
head was worse than it had ever been.
The team had been locked down waiting for the enemy to make their move
before any action was permitted. Being
confined for almost a week with nothing to do but stare outside had driven you
crazy. While you loved the teammates you
were stuck with, Clint and Nat, you had to get out. So, as soon as the ramp touched the floor of
the hanger you were out.
Nat called after you.
“What’s the hurry, [Y/N]? Got a
hot date or something?” She smirked as
you rolled your shoulders. Something was
feeling very off.
“No. I need to get
out before the walls close in on me. I
seriously feel like I am going to crawl out of my skin.” You pulled your heavy jacket on, zipping it
up, and then pulled the hood into place.
The south side of the compound backed up into a dense forest where you
had gone for many a quiet walk to clear your head. Today, you just needed to get out. At first, the mission had gone according to
plan, but Intel had been incorrect as to how many operatives were stationed at
that particular base. Originally, the
reports said no more than thirty, which between the three of you would have
been no issue. However, it was found the
numbers were closer to eighty.
Clint could only have taken so many out from his vantage
point, while you and Nat on the ground had gone hand to hand. Once the alarm had sounded, they just kept
coming. To the point that your inhuman
abilities had been strained. Something
that had never happened before. You had
sonic abilities that would weaken anyone within range with the ear bleeding
frequencies. Never before had you had to
use it on so many. Nat did what she had
to, to get the information before the three of you could pull out and head
home. By the time she had returned, you
were barely able to stand. There were
fifty bodies laid out before you. Your
body was weak and shaking from the extreme exertion. She helped you get back to the jet and you
tried to rest as best you could until you returned to the compound.
The flight home you had felt marginally better but it was
then that the antsy, skin crawling feeling started. You hoped a walk in the clean, cold air would
help. Then you could crawl into your bed
and sleep for a month.
It had snowed heavily while you were away. The well-worn path was completely covered but
you could walk in it the dark without getting lost. As you moved deeper into the forest, your
mind wandered about things other than missions and fighting. Of course, the first thing that popped into
your mind was him. It was always him. He possessed your thoughts and dreams. A smile appeared on your lips the more you
thought about him. Whenever you were together,
the world made sense and you felt safe.
He gave you the opportunity to let your guard down and not feel as
though you had to be the savior. No one
understood him as you did. They did not
see the goodness or the devotion you saw, which is why no one else knew of the
relationship. You were just fine with
With your distracting thoughts you did not realize how far
you had come until you stopped to look around.
By the looks of it, you were well over a mile out. It was then you started to feel much
worse. A dizziness took hold making the
world around you spin until you could no longer stand. Falling to your knees, you had to grab your
head with one hand in an attempt to steady yourself. It was no use, the dizziness was growing
worse. The cold, wet snow started to
seep through your tactical leggings. Weakness
started to weigh down the rest of you as your free hand searched for your
communicator out of your pocket.
“Damn it.” You
whispered. The communicator was in your bag,
which was sitting on the jet where you left it.
In your hurry to get out in to the open air, you had forgotten about
your bag. This was going to be a
problem. Unless you started to feel
better real quick, you were going to freeze to death out in the forest and no
one would know until the morning.
Rolling onto the ground on your side made your head swim further. Almost causing you to vomit with the
motion. There was one thing you could
try, and you could only hope that he could hear you.
“Loki!” You tried to scream out, but the pressure of the
attempt only increased the dizziness. It
came out more like a raised voice, cracking towards the end. The weakness threatened to pull you into
darkness as you tried again. This time
only as loud as a whisper. “Loki…
The ground trembled beneath you, as a bright rainbowed light
appeared not far off. It was so bright
it hurt your eyes forcing you to cover them with your arm. Heavy booted footsteps came towards you just
before you were lifted into strong arms.
“[Y/N], my love? What has happened? Why are you out here?”
A fading smile crossed your lips as you tried to curl in
close to him. “Something is wrong… I don’t
know… So dizzy…” Your body went limp in
his arms as the darkness overtook you. Loki
looked you over in a panic finding that you were indeed still alive just unconscious.
“You will return with me.
I will find what has caused this, my [Y/N].”
You awoke some time later in a foreign bed. The weakness was still there but the
dizziness was gone, thankfully. “I began
to wonder if I would ever see those beautiful eyes again.” That deep voice causing a warmth to grow in
your chest. A smile brightened your face
as you lifted your head searching for him.
Loki sat in a chair not far from the bed with a book in hand. He stood before moving to sit beside
you. One of his hands resting aside your
cheek as he gazed down at you. “You
frightened me, beloved. It is a rare
thing for me. Seeing you lifeless in my
arms, most certainly took several years off my life. Do not ever do that again.”
Smiling at him and holding his hand to your cheek, you
relished the contact. It had been
several months since you had last see him and you wanted to enjoy every
moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I have never felt so badly before. I didn’t have my communicator to call anyone. But I don’t regret it; I get to be here with
you. I’ve missed you.” Loki leaned down kissing your forehead lightly.
“I have missed you as well, my darling. I am glad you thought to call for me, that I
could be the one to save you. However, I
do know what occurred. The healers were
here days ago to determine what happened.”
Your heart nearly stopped when he said ‘days.’
“How long have I been here?”
“You have been resting for nearly three days, [Y/N]. From what the healers have said, your body
was so physically worn from they believe was over use of your powers. It was taxed beyond it’s normal ability and
could not regenerate. Your body could
not handle it and started to shut down.”
The genuine look of concern on his face nearly swelled your heart out of
“The team must be worried.
I have to tell…” Loki set his
finger on your lips to stop you.
“My brother has informed them of your whereabouts. It seems when you return there will be
extensive explanations needed but they know you are safe. For now, my dearest [Y/N], you will stay here
with me until you are well.” He brushed
a strand of errant hair out of your eyes.
“Just until I am well?”
That signature smirk of his appeared quickly. He so loved how you wished to be with him as
much as he with you.
“I have no power to deny you anything. For you are my Goddess among the Midgardians
and I would keep you here for eternity if you allow it.”
“Let’s start with a few days and work on the eternity part.” Pulling him close you kissed him. A kiss that lingered long into the evening
causing you both to forget about anything else.
Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.
Warnings: Cursing. Drinking / alcohol. Campfire. Tons of feels and angst. Slight ScarletVision. Mention or implications of bullying, thievery, drugs, domestic abuse, bystander effect, parental death and porn. Lots of references from the movies and a few from the comics.
Author’s Note: THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG, and it’s SO LONG. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. So, keep in mind that the backstories they mentioned here are just the backstories I come up in parallel to what they’ve experienced in the MCU, mixed only a tiny bit with their origins in the comics. I only hoped I balanced all of them well, they’re so many. Have fun with your Avengers gathering! 💖️
Holy shit. Arms around yourself, you stopped pacing as a limousine – a limo, of all things – slid down the road with the ease of T’Challa and the swagger of Tony Stark, glistening beneath the orange glow of a nearby streetlight. It stopped right in front of you.
A large man in a suit stepped out from the driver’s seat, and approaching the passenger door, gave you a nod. “G’evening,” he said, then clarified your name. You bobbed your head in return, and he beamed. “Name’s Happy. Tony sent me.”
Your wide eyes swept across the length of the vehicle. “This is really unnecessary,” you said, just as he opened the back passenger door.
“Tony wanted to show off,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. You stepped inside, and sitting on the plush, black seats, you scanned its stylish and elegant interior, all black and grays and silver, and –
On this day in music history: October 6, 1992 - “Songs Of Freedom” by Bob Marley is released. Compilation Producers: Trevor Wyatt, Neville Garrick, Chris Blackwell and Rita Marley. The four CD (and very limited eight LP vinyl boxed edition released in Jamaica only) seventy eight track box set spans the length of reggae legend Marley’s recording career from his first single “Judge Not” in 1961 to his final recordings in 1980. The set includes many alternate, live and previously unreleased versions of his best known material including a version of “Redemption Song” recorded at the bands’ last live performance at the Stanley Theatre in Pittsburgh, PA (on September 23, 1980). The box is limited to 1,000,000 individually numbered copies worldwide, which sell out within eighteen months of its release. The initial pressing of the CD set is packaged with hard cover book styled packaging with extensive annotation (from various music historians), and a number of previously unpublished photos of Marley and The Wailers, designed by longtime graphic artist collaborator Neville Garrick. The box is reissued with compact and less elaborate packaging in 1999. It is reissued again in 2005 (for the European market) restoring the original 1992 packaging also including a bonus DVD documentary on Bob Marley titled “Rebel Music”. “Songs Of Freedom” peaks at number eighty six on the Billboard Top 200, number twenty four on the R&B album chart, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
Disclaimer: This is so short I’m so sorry but I wrote this entire thing in one sitting and only slightly revised it lol.
“I hate everything.”
You groaned turning on your side and planting your head onto your pillow. The digital clock on your dresser read 12:45 am, and you were surely feeling the effects of exhaustion.
“Y/N, you’ve got this come on.” Your boyfriend Connor pushed nudging your shoulder with his foot as he sat across from your lazy figure on the bed. You had your Chemistry final first period Monday morning and had waited until Sunday night to begin studying.
“But babe, I’m exhausted.” You huffed blowing away the baby hairs that hovered on your forehead tiredly.
“A few more, then you can stop.” He chuckled taking your notecards from your hands and looking them over. You sighed, but nodded and Connor began to quiz you on the terms you needed to know for the test.
“What is the symbol for Radon?” He questioned as you yawned dramatically. “Rn.” You answered confidently, earning a proud smile from the Murphy boy. “What is its atomic number?” “Eighty…six?” You said with a confused expression.
Connor exclaimed throwing the notecards into the air with enthusiasm. “All done?” You asked hopefully. “Yep, now I can kiss you.” He said pulling your tired figure into his lap and pecking your cheek lovingly.
“Thanks for helping me.” You yawned melting into his warm embrace and kissing his prominent jawline. You pulled away in time to see his face turn a deep pink in the dim lamplight.
This sight made you giggle as you began to pack up your notes and binder in preparation for school tomorrow. As you bent down to place your notebook in your backpack, you felt eyes staring at you from behind.
You scoffed as you whipped your head around in time to see Connor glancing at your behind. “Are you staring at my ass Murphy?” You questioned, trying to look threatening while glaring at the long haired boy.
He had begun to tie his hair in a bun more often, and you had to admit, it was adorable. “Yes. Yes I was.” He replied looking right into your eyes. Now it was your turn to blush.
“You are a fucking tool.” You mumbled jokingly as he pulled you onto his lap again. “And you my darling, are a fucking princess.”
Smiling, you laid your head on his chest and sighed contently at the steady beat of his heart. His slender fingers found yours as you intertwined them and cuddled into the crook of his neck.
“Y/N?” But you had already fallen asleep. Connor smiled lovingly at your sleeping figure and kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him. As he draped an arm around your waist, he whispered a quiet ‘I love you’ and drifted off to sleep as well.
On this day in music history: September 8, 1972 - “All The Young Dudes”, the fifth album by Mott The Hoople is released. Produced by David Bowie, it is recorded at Olympic Studios and Trident Studios in London from May - July 1972. Having recorded four albums and achieving only minimal success, Mott The Hoople’s fifth release marks a major turning point in their career. The struggling band are on the verge of breaking up, when David Bowie steps in and offers to produce them. At the time, Bowie himself has just completed recording the landmark “The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars”. Initially, he offers them the song “Suffragette City” which they turn down and takes back for his own album. When he plays them “All The Young Dudes”, they enthusiastically accept it. It spins off two singles including “One Of The Boys” (#96 Pop) and the title track (#37 Pop, #3 UK Pop) which becomes an anthem. The album is regarded as a classic of the Glam Rock movement of the early to mid 70’s. “Dudes” become the bands signature song, and covered by numerous artists including Aerosmith, Judas Priest, and Ozzy Osbourne. Mott The Hoople’s original recording is featured in the films “Clueless” and “Juno”. Later there is some speculation as to what record label owns the rights to the recording. Mott The Hoople had recorded for Island Records prior to signing with Columbia Records. The band may or may or may not have recorded either part or all of the album before changing labels. To this day it is a matter that none of the band members are willing to discuss. “All The Young Dudes” peaks at number eighty nine on the Billboard Top 200.
The number five to far away; the number twelve, for Australia via space; the number ninety-nine, which flips over at the end of the line and becomes the number sixty-six; the number zero, which suffers a segmentation fault as soon as any passengers get on; the number fourteen, which is elasticated and can stop at all stops at once; the number seventy-twenteen, which drives on board a much bigger bus and makes a full circuit of the top and bottom decks; the number bus, which can carry bus passengers on a round trip of approximately bus kilometres; the number twelve hundred and seventeen, which goes to Faerie and comes back full of wolves in trenchcoats with big newspapers; the number two, which is shit; the number eighty, which only takes on cats apart from the one time a human hid under the seats and the driver conscientiously returned her bones to her origin stop; the number infinity, which you can run for forever but still never catch; the number thirty-seven, whose destinations are chosen by random number generator; the number two hundred and two, which is actually a train in a funny hat and a big jumper; the number five, which gets you here but will never take you back.
On this day in music history: September 8, 1986 - “Bouncing Off The Satellites”, the fifth album by The B-52’s is released. Produced by Tony Mansfield, it is recorded at Skyline Studios in New York City in July 1985. Coming over three years after their last release “Whammy!”, “Satellites” is the last to feature the bands original guitarist Ricky Wilson who passes away before recording is completed. Keith Strickland along with the assistance of outside studio musicians finishes recording the basic tracks for the album. It spins off three singles including “Summer Of Love” (#3 Club Play) and “The Girl From Ipanema Goes To Greenland” (#10 Club Play). Saddened over the loss of Wilson, the band do not promote the album or tour in support of it, instead going into seclusion to contemplate their future. Originally released on CD in 1987, it is remastered and reissued as a SHM-CD by Warner Japan in 2017. Also, the 12" version of “Summer Of Love” is given a limited reissue by Rhino Records in July of 2017, as part of their “Summer Of Love” reissue series. The new pressing replicates the packaging of the original release, but is pressed on clear red vinyl. “Bouncing Off The Satellites” peaks at number eighty five on the Billboard Top 200.