The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.
Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.
Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”
It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.
The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.
He can, however, afford half of it.
“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.
“Yes,” Stiles says.
“No,” Derek says at the same time.
Scott looks more concerned.
Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”
“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”
“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.
Dayummm I had no ides the first one would be so popular!
* Hairspray can beat a counterfeit marker on fake bills
* Buy a movie ticket, but plan out the theater’s schedule so you can see multiple movies throughout the day, back-to-back.
* For extra carry-ons at no charge, go the airport gift shop and ask for a gift bag, and stuff your stuff into it. Because it looks like you purchased it at the airport, the flight will let you bring it on free, even if it’s over your carry-on limit.
* The most popular brand of washing machine is a ‘Speed Queen’ if your apartment complex uses Speed Queen you are in luck. Go on eBay and buy a Speed Queen 800 key. Its a hex key, looks like a circle with a little knob on one part. The keys go for about 15 bucks on eBay. When you have the keys starting the machine for free is easy!
* If there is something electronic at work you’d like to have and you have time to do it…. open it up, disable it (clip a power wire or unplug a wire on the circuit board), then close it up. When someone tries to operate it it wont work. They will think it is worn out or malfunctioned or broken and throw it away. Go into the garbage later to retrieve it. Open it up, undo your previous disabling and now you have it. Working and everything
* For the desperately broke/homeless youth. I used to do this when i was a skate rat. All you needed was a hammer, a quarter, and an older vending machine. Hammer the quarter flatter and flatter till its the size of a silver dollar ($1 coin whatever). Old vending machines obviously don’t have the greatest technology in them and can only read the now flatted coin’s size as a silver dollar. Then hit the coin return. Your quarter just became 4 quarters.
* If you live in a house in an area that still has basic cable, you can give yourself free cable by going outside and opening the gray plastic cable box on the outside of your house, inside you’ll see cable wire spliced together with what looks like a large, stainless steel AA battery. Just unscrew that and screw the two ends of cable into each other. That AA battery thing is called a “filter.” Without it on, you now have cable. Its seriously that easy.
* Any time I need to park at a concert , which often around here they charge $20-30 for parking, I roll the window down and say “hello, I’m a journalist working the show tonight for [make up publication or webzine] and was told by venue management to ask for staff parking”. If there’s a staff parking lot, you get staff parking. If there isn’t, they’re confused and just let you park in the regular lot for free.
* If you want to slack off at work, slack off but act annoyed/frustrated around your boss which will give the impression you’re working hard
* My dad (a graphic artist) made a perfect mock-up of the parking sticker for the train station and parked there for free for a good twenty years.
Request: Hi dear! I was hoping I could request a Peter Parker imagine where the Reader is super shy and is Tony’s niece and they are up late studying together at Peter and May’s apartment (the Reader and Peter are together) and she misses her curfew and May insists that she stays over since it’s late and Tony gets mad and protective when he finds out the next morning? It would just be really cute and Peter would worry about the Reader and make sure she is okay and feels safe with him? Made by @thecoffeestudyblr
A/N: Here you go! Sorry, Danielle and I haven’t posted in a while. We weren’t writing anything good, so we made the mutual decision to post when we can write something good, so we won’t post as often as we started. Please please PLEASE let us know if you have any criticism. We would love feedback, positive or negative.
“Peter, I’m telling you, the answer is 2x,” you said, resisting the urge to throw your calculus book at the boy sprawled on the floor across from you. Peter sighed and shook his head, his eyes closed.
“(Y/N), I’m telling you, the answer is 3,” Peter answered, his tone calm and even. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he finally opened them, glancing at you. He seemed saddened by the fact that the two of you were disagreeing. You turned your gaze from Peter and his big doe brown eyes and stared at the pile of papers in front of your crossed legs.
“I did the thing minus the thingy over ‘h’,” You answered, staring at your paper, your insecurity over your math-solving skills creeping up. You buried your hands in your hair, refusing to look at Peter, knowing you were going to get that look; the look that made you weak at the knees and you completely melt inside. You felt Peter shift across the floor, careful not to touch your papers and crinkle them as he scooted over to sit next to you. You caught a whiff of his cologne; faint, but enough for you to notice. You savored the smell as Peter leaned over, planting his hand on the floor, behind your back, and tilted his head to look at your paper. You stiffened slightly at how close he was, but you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, so you tried to hide your thumping heart and trembly fingers as best you could.
vex who haggles fiercely when the raven queen comes for her in her temple; death holds no fear for her, but she can’t leave her friends behind, and why should she when she has so much to offer?
vex who charms the raven queen with her clever tongue and her indefatigable nature; vex who uses every bit of knowledge of this entity from her thirty-gold book to her advantage
vex who comes to see something of herself in the way the Raven Queen is set apart from the other gods because she is seen as a usurper, an outsider
vex who rises from the sunken tomb with her life hard-won and a raven feather behind her ear
vex who flirts and cajoles and argues with the voice of the Raven Queen; vex who is all too happy to shed all her clothes to meet her goddess, and strides through her temple as if it is her birthright, with all the confidence of a bargain well made
vex who fletches her arrows with raven’s feathers so they may fly true and strike down the abominations the Raven Queen abhors; vex who cannot contain her pure joy when she first takes flight
vex who becomes the chosen huntress of the Raven Queen; vex who has a raven’s feather always tucked behind her ear and an irreverent prayer on her lips
A/N:This is the NINTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “My god, you’re a freak.” It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @smoothdogsgirl Hope you enjoy this little blurb!
Panic Cord: You’re saved by a mysterious man by the name of Bucky Barnes.
A/N: This is my second story that I’ve been putting together. It’s not very smutty in the beginning, but there will be as it progresses (cuz I’m a slut for that smut) and I plan to have more than five parts to this one. (-: ENJOY YALL! -Delilah ❤
Warnings: Handicaps, Attempted sexual assault, violence.
People always used to tell you that seeing was believing. But that wasn’t exactly true when it came to you. You couldn’t see the wind, but you could feel it against your hair on a summer day. You couldn’t see the love your guide dog Alfie had for you, but you could hear it each time he let out a happy whimper as you rubbed his tummy. You sure as heck couldn’t see how good your grandma’s Christmas cookies looked, but you could when you smelled and tasted them. Life wasn’t about seeing for you because you were blind, but that never stopped you from taking on the world.
But sometimes accidents happened.
You and Alfie had just left your grandma’s apartment in Queens; it was far past sundown and despite her protests to stay, you left anyways. But now, you were starting to regret that decision. Alfie was trained to memorize all the usual routes you took, but you couldn’t help the feeling that you were being watched. Were you just being paranoid? That was a possibility.
But you had Alfie; no one would try to hurt a person with a husky, right?
The sound of wolf whistles behind you sent a shiver down your spine. Maybe they were just meant it towards someone else? It was New York, after all. There were eight million people here, what are the odds it was you? You were just being paranoid.
Straightening yourself up, you grabbed Alfie’s leash tighter in your hand and began walking faster. The sound of his paws hitting the pavement gave you a sense of security.
“Damn, baby! That’s a nice ass you got there!” A stranger shouted, followed by a chorus of whistles and shouts.
Suddenly, you felt your arm being grabbed and you were yanked away from Alfie. You tried to scream, but you were met with a slap to the face. Whoever this man was, he was far too strong for you to fight off.
“C'mon Mike, save some for the rest of us!”
You felt another pair of hands on your body,
grabbing your blouse and ripping the buttons off. You tried desperately to fight back but it was no use. You found it harder to breathe and you were growing lightheaded.
“Leave me alone!” You shouted, thrashing around in the stranger’s hold. This earned you a hand wrapped around your throat.
“She’s feisty,” the man chuckled darkly. “Just like I like em’.”
You felt yourself being pulled away from Alfie’s barks, farther and farther away.Tears were flowing down your face as you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this in one piece.
“Leave her alone.”
The voice was far deeper than the other two, and far more threatening. Still being held, you took this chance to kick at one of the men, only to receive another slap.
“What are you gonna do, huh?” One of the men spat.
The next thing you heard was screaming, followed by the snapping off what sounded like bone. What on earth was happening?
“Are you alright?” The stranger says. His voice is deep, but soft nonetheless. You wished you could see his face. Instead of replying, you curled further into yourself. You felt Alvie’s fur along your face and heard the sound of his whine.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear. But it’s freezing out here and your shirt is gone.” He sounds genuinely worried. You feel the soft material of a jacket being placed on your shoulders, making you jump slightly.
“What happened?” You asked, holding Alfie to your chest. He gave you a comforting lick.
“Those guys tried to pull you into an alley back there, but I doubt they’ll be bothering you again.” He says with a small chuckle. God knows what would’ve happened if this mysterious man hadn’t shown up. You didn’t even want to think about it.
“Thank you,” you say, wiping the tears from your face with your hands. “For saving me. Not many people would’ve done that.”
“No worries, doll,” he says. You can’t help but smile at the nickname. Your grandfather used to call your grandma that back in the day. “Do you need help getting home?”
You nod. Goodness, you couldn’t even get home by yourself. How embarrassing. You felt two covered hands gently wrap themselves around yours and pull you to your feet.
Jesus, he was strong.
Wrapping one of his arms around your waist, he guided you down the street with Alfie’s leash in his other hand. Whoever this man was, he was an angel. First he saved you from some creeps like some kind of cliché superhero, and now he’s personally escorting you home with your service dog like it’s no big deal.
“I didn’t catch your name.” You say, turning your head in his direction. It was a habit you picked up a few years ago. You found that it made people more comfortable when talking to you if you pretended to make eye contact. But this guy didn’t seem to be bothered by the lack of it.
“It’s James,” he says. “But I go by Bucky mostly.”
So you’re hero’s name was Bucky. That’s….an unusual name.
“How do you get that from James?” You blurted. The comment made the man beside you tense for a second. Way to go, Y/N.
“Well, I didn’t wanna be called Jamie and my middle name is Buchanan. I guess that’s where everyone got it from.” He’s smiling now, you can tell by the way he talks.
You nod, finally getting the whole name thing. “I didn’t catch yours either, hun.” He says. You find yourself smiling at the name again.
“It’s Y/N,” you say. “Just Y/N.”
He lets out a laugh and you can’t help but notice how attractive it sounds. How does one even find a laugh attractive?
You, Bucky and Alfie sat on the steps outside your apartment building. The three of you arrived at least twenty minutes ago, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop talking to the mysterious savior that was Bucky.
You found out that his last name was Barnes and that he lived with his friends Steve and Sam and they all lived only a few blocks away. Also, that Alfie was absolutely in love with him.
Throughout the entire conversation, Alfie refused to be put down from his spot on Bucky’s lap. Despite your canine’s large size, Bucky cradled him like the baby he was. And you couldn’t stop smiling.
“Well, I should probably get going,” he says, standing from his spot on the steps. “Steve’s probably losing his mind right now.”
You hear Alfie whine from behind you.
You reach your hand out and grab ahold onto the railing, lifting yourself up as well. The September temperatures were rolling in now and you felt yourself shiver when a gust of wind hit you. You were instantly reminded that you were still wearing Bucky’s jacket.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” you say, shrugging off the material and holding it out for him. “Here’s your jacket!”
You felt Bucky’s warm fingers gently push your hand back towards you.
“Keep it,” he says softly. “You’ve still got two floors to up, kid.”
You feel your eyes widen, realizing you’re still wearing your ripped shirt. You suddenly feel Bucky in front of you, his warmth radiating from himself and onto your smaller body. Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt the warm material of his jacket on your shoulders once again.
“How am I supposed to get it back to you?” You ask after a moment of silence.
Bucky, after helping you up the remainder steps and opening the door for you, let out a small chuckle.
“Looks like you’ll have to go out on a date with me this weekend and give it back then.” Your eyes widen.
“Y-You wanna go out? With me?” You sound like a child. God, you were such a doofus.
“Of course,” he says. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re not a serial killer, right?”
You let out a laugh, one that echoed through the lobby of the apartments. “A blind serial killer? Now that’s something.”
“So is that a yes?” You can hear the uncertainty in his voice. He’s nervous.
I see an entire future with you.
I see us starting off in an apartment, our queen size bed covered in Star Wars blankets and pillows like we’re kids again, our two cats sound asleep in the sunlight of our porch, our herb garden hanging off the railing, posters of our favorite bands on the walls, and little fairy lights over everything. I get to wake up and fall asleep with you, it doesn’t matter that we both work full schedules because I know that I’ll always get to come home to you.
Then comes our wedding. We can’t afford much, but no one cares because it’s still as beautiful as ever. We’re on the beach, your favorite place, and we’re all dressed as casually as can be. I’m crying because I never thought I would ever end up being this happy and having a chance at a normal life. We dance to Luna by Smashing Pumpkins, our song.
Soon we have a cute little house by the beach. We grow old together, getting high, drinking old beer, and adding tattoos to our collection.
If you go before I do, I’ll follow shortly after. I’ll hold your hand into the next life. And I will whisper the words I’ve been telling you my whole life;