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Here’s the fics I read (and like) during May! (it’s a very long fic rec, fair warning)

☾  Blind Date With A Book  , by  thepsychicclam:      Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.Derek didn’t know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date. (30k, M)

☾  Deputy Derek Hale, Alpha  , by  eldeeDeputy Derek Hale has recently become an alpha, and that changes things for him.  Now that he’s back after a leave of absence, he’s hoping to get what he and Stiles had almost-started back on track. The thing is, it seems Stiles is going through some changes of his own and Derek’s not sure how he fits. (12k, E)

☾  Deep Down in His Blood , by wangler  :   “Do you want me to get you wet?” Derek asks, low now, like a growl. (4k, E)

☾  If We Could Match , by  InTheArmsofaThief : As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit.  Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk. (23k, E)

☾  The Awkward and Sometimes Painful Life of of Genim Hale by BlueRunawayMoon  : Stiles is a writer of gay erotica whose work, according to his Editor (one miss Lydia Martin) has gotten dull and boring. Lydia suggest’s that Stiles try to LIVE a little, gain some new juicy experiences that he can write about and bring the heat up again. Only problem is Stiles is a bit on the dorky side and not good with ‘living a little’. After a whole slew of embarrassing situations brought on by his best(sometimes!) friend Scott, he’s given some wise advice and decides to take a tropical paradise vacation. All’s going good and well, and he’s got a major crush on his super hot tour guide Danny. Yet it seem’s like he can’t stop bumping into Derek, who, as annoying and brooding as he seem’s, also makes it quite clear he WANTS Stiles. As in…wants wants. With the two being brought together almost by fate, Stiles discover’s that Derek is more than he seems….WAY more. (113k, E)

☾  Riding the Lightning, by  VendelinStiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table. (23k, E)

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Hey remember when one piece wasn’t so white washed? Ah those were the days

       The city had hung heavy with a sort of unrest… the still heavy hanging smell of burned fabric and charred wood ash weighing down the urban air.

      Really it wasn’t the fact of the fires’ very sparks… it was the fact that they ate at buildings faster than anything anyone had ever seen. Authorities and local fire departments could find no leads… no sign of accelerants… and many witnesses swore the fires arched high with spiraling green flames… and yet no matter how hard they searched, no trace of a Boron compound and its signature white residue could be found anywhere within the grounds.

    The community had grown scared, fearing the worst and believing the influence of something otherworldly… and as it spread throughout the town, with the fire numbers escalating (the most the city had ever seen; a staggering fifteen) there’d been little other choice than to pass the growingly suspicious case off toward the supernatural division…

     Leads were seldom easy found but, as the weeks drew on, and witnesses grew more and more sparse… save for the few that came running to stare with wide, horrified, and starry eyes at the towering flames… it seemed someone would need to come forward with information… and with that seeming more and more unlikely, the city’s roaring Underground seemed to become a more and more viable solution.

     Green eyes met with the faint but star marked sky, hands resting idly behind his head, reclined on the hood to a dented and rust eaten Sedan toward the distant corner of the resident junkyard. There were few like him that saw the city like he did… a glance at a man and he’d been rumored to know the very confines of his day like a psychic could only dream.

     His skill was valuable… to many, and the information he gathered was valuable in itself… when sold to the right buyer. He’d been approached by many on this case, but when their wallets stayed closed, he kept his mouth tightly zipped.

      Though when he heard the distant scuffle of heels over dirt and stone, his eyes shifted, head lolling about to meet with distant golden hues. Well, hello… he’d never seen this fella around his personal romping grounds…

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  • (Pharah and Tracer are stuck in the transport before a map and killing time)
  • Tracer: I spy with my little eye…something beginning with “B.”
  • Pharah: (Annoyed) Boxes.
  • Tracer: Fine! I spy with my little eye something beginning with “M.”
  • Pharah: More boxes.
  • Tracer: Two in a row.
  • Pharah: (Deadpan) "And that’s when I shot her, Your Honor.“
  • Tracer: I spy with my little eye something beginning with "E.”
  • Pharah: I-I give up.
  • Tracer: Oh come on.
  • Pharah: This better not be what I–
  • Tracer and Pharah: (In unison) Even MORE boxes!
  • Submitted by AndrewJTalon
But there’s no such thing as a completely fresh start. Everything new arrives on the heels of something old, and every beginning comes at the cost of an ending.
—  Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

taeologie-deactivated20151006  asked:

hi can you do a kbtbb written scenario when they're fighting with reader because she's always busy and too tired and in the middle of the fight she has a breakdown or blacks out?

I’d be glad to lovely! :) I’m going to do some variations in it a little, but I hope you like it :D


Baba

You two rarely fought, but today was apparently the exception. You had barely been home the past few days, having taken on several extra shifts to help a friend out, and you were dead tired. You didn’t tell Baba about them, not wanting to worry him. But in the end, he noticed something was wrong anyway, and confronted you when you finally did make it back. 

“What is going on?” He asked, his hands on his hips. 

“I’ve just been busy lately, that’s all.” You replied coldly, annoyed at his persistent questions. You grabbed a hold of the door frame, suddenly feeling very light-headed, but not wanting to alert Baba, you continued to stand tall as you spoke. 

“You don’t look so well and I’m worried.” 

“Well I’m fine, would you please stop worrying?!” You said, then tried to step away from the door frame and storm into your room to change your clothing. You only made it a few steps before your light-headedness overtook you, and you began to see stars. 

“Hey!” You heard him shout before your vision faded, and you collapsed to the floor. When you finally came to, you were laying in your bed, the cover tucked up neatly around you and a cold compress was pressed against your forehead. Baba was sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, looking extremely worried until you opened your eyes.  

He smiled gently at you. “I told you I knew you weren’t looking so well.” 

You looked away shyly. “I’m sorry you had to fuss over me like this.”

“No need to be sorry, I’m your boyfriend, of course I would take care of you like this. I’m just wondering as to why you suddenly passed out like that?”

“I took on a few extra shifts to help a friend.”

“You’re a good friend, but you’ve been overworking yourself princess.” He said softly, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss against it. 

“Sorry you got all upset over me.” 

Baba smiled gently at you and cupped your face in his hands. “I’ll always worry about you, because I love you.” 


Ota

Your back was facing him, not wanting to continue with the argument you two had been having for the past half an hour. Very mind had been on the very brink of insanity all day and this was certainly not helping. Okay so maybe you’d accidentally started it by fussing at him about something stupid, but it was definitely not helping. All you wanted was to stop and move on before you finally fell into the black. 

You stood, still facing your back from him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pick a fight. I’m going to our room now.” 

Ota grabbed your wrist before you could leave. “No, something else is going on and I want to know what it is.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“You never yell at me about stupid stuff like that unless something else is going on. And I want to know what it is.” 

“There’s nothing else. I’m going to the room, please just leave it be.”

“No. Please tell me __.” 

The edges of your sanity began tugging at you, and you contained the tears threatening to break loose from your eyes. “Please leave me alone right now Ota.” 

“No. I’m not leaving you alone. Not when you’re going to start crying.”

You spun around then. “How did you…”

“I know my Koro, and I know that sound in your voice by now.” He replied, giving you an uncharacteristically soft face. Upon seeing that face, and feeling his arms wrap safely around you, you finally let go. You collapsed into him, letting the tears finally break free, and sobbed against his chest. The two of you sank to the floor as you continued to sob, feeling as he gently shushed you and stroked your back, telling you that everything was going to be alright. 


Eisuke

You quietly tip-toed into the penthouse after yet another late night shift, trying not to wake Eisuke. You yawned sleepily, placing your shoes next to his and making your way towards the bedroom. As you tip-toed, it was then that the living room light came on, and Eisuke sat there on the couch glaring at you. 

“Another late night?” Eisuke asked, his voice scarily calm. 

You swallowed. “Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.” 

Eisuke stood from his seat and slowly walked towards you. “This is the second week in a row that you’ve had such a late night. And I saw your time sheet.”

“You looked at my time sheet?!”

“Yes. And this week alone you’ve already clocked 40 hours and it’s not Thursday yet.” 

You looked down at the ground, fighting the sleep that was beginning to tug at you. “Someone asked me to take their shift…” 

“You do realize you have the ability to say no, correct?” 

“I didn’t want to let them down.” You replied, fighting desperately now to remain conscious, as the lack of sleep and proper nutrition the past few days was finally starting to catch up with you. 

“If turning down so many extra shifts would let them down then they’re not worth the energy. But that fact aside, you have very large bags under your eyes and you’re extremely pale. When was the last time you actually ate something?”

“E..arl..ier…” You managed, your words beginning to slur as if you’d had a few too many drinks that night. 

Eisuke’s eyes changed from that of mild frustration to worry in an instant, seeing you now swaying. “__?!” That was the last thing you heard before you passed out. When you finally came to, you felt a pair of arms holding you up, carrying you. You opened your eyes and looked up at Eisuke, who had apparently lifted you off of the floor and was now carrying you towards the bedroom. 

His eyes met yours when they opened, and he looked relieved. “Thank god.” 

“Y-You can put me down now Eisuke, sorry for the trouble.” 

“Shut up and let me do this for you. Alright? You’re too weak from overworking yourself anyway.” 

“Thank you…” You whispered, nuzzling up against him. 

“Don’t worry me like that again kitten. Please.” Eisuke said, his voice almost pleading. 


Soryu

You’d felt yourself getting sick during the day, but you pushed on, not wanting to worry everyone at work. When you returned home, you were greeted by Soryu, and you ran into the kitchen to make some omelettes. He raised a suspiciously eyebrow at you, following you into the kitchen. 

“Something wrong. Tell me.” He said, leaning against the counter next to you. 

“N-Nothing! I promise. Dinner will be ready soon!” You chirped happily. You could feel your face flushing redder and redder by the second, and you just hoped that Soryu would drop the issue. But he didn’t. 

“No, your face is red and you look like something’s bothering you.”

“Really, nothing’s bothering me! Would you please drop it? I’m fine.” 

Soryu folded his arms across his chest. “You don’t look fine.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Your face is red but the rest of you is really pale.”

“You’re being unusually pushy today.” 

“If that’s what it takes to get you to tell me what’s wrong then I’ll be the biggest pain in the ass I can be.” 

You groaned, your vision beginning to blur as you tried to ignore him and chop vegetables. “You’re being ridiculous Soryu.”

“Almost as ridiculous as my girlfriend is being.” 

You turned to say something smart-alacky at him, but when you spun around to do so, your head also spun violently in your head. Your knees buckled and you began to fall to the floor, but Soryu managed to catch you mid-air, pulling you up against him. He pressed his hand against your forehead. 

“I knew it, you have a fever.” Soryu said, lifting you up in his arms and heading towards the bedroom. 

“B-But what about dinner?” You asked weakly. 

“Never mind about dinner, I’ll order out for us if I have to. You’re getting some rest right now.” 

“B-But…”

“No but’s. It worries me when you’re sick like this. So please just rest for now.” He said, his voice much gentler than before and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“Thank you Soryu…” 

“I’d do anything for you __, I love you.” 


Mamoru

You’d had a pretty stressful day as it was, but when you got home, it became even more so when you and Mamoru got into a heated debate. At this point you couldn’t even remember what it had originated from, but that didn’t stop you two. 

“Something else is bothering you __, and I want to know what it is.” Mamoru said finally, folding his arms across his chest. 

“You’re over-exaggerating! There’s nothing wrong with me.” 

“You’re lying. Something’s bothering you and I won’t stop until you tell me.” 

“For the hundredth time, nothing is wrong with me now would you please just drop it?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to storm out of the room. But as you did so, the thing you’d been trying to avoid all day suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. A panic attack so strong that you instantly fell to your knees, your eyes wide as your breathing became frantic. 

“__?!” Mamoru shouted, running and dropping to his knees in front of you. A cold sweat broke out on your forehead, and you felt as if you were being swallowed whole into the darkness you’d been fighting against all day.  

“Look into my eyes __. Look at me!” He said, holding your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. Mamoru knew that you had panic attacks every now and again, but this one was worse than any of yours he had seen in quite some time, and as you finally met your eyes with his and started to apparently calm, he scooped you into his arms. 

“Is that what it was?”

You nodded shyly against his chest. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me earlier?” 

“I was embarrassed… and I didn’t want to worry you…” You replied. 

“You can rely on me you know. I may just be a lazy detective, but I’m your lazy detective and I’m here for you sweetheart.” He whispered as he stroked your hair. 

haveyoufinished  asked:

Congrats on 2000! For the AU drabbles, maybe 1 (trapped in an elevator) and jalec? Romantic or parabrotai, your choice. :D

Alec, Jace + Trapped in an Elevator

Thank yooou!


‘Jace,’ Alec sighed. ‘Please do not consider climbing up the elevator shaft.’

Jace, who had been staring up at the elevator ceiling with a very contemplative look on his face, now lowered his eyes to look at Alec. ‘How did you know that’s what I was thinking?’

‘I always know what you’re thinking.’

‘Not creepy at all.’ He looked up at the ceiling again. ‘If that little hatch thing opens, I could do it though.’

Alec sighed again. ‘Okay, one, the little hatch thing probably won’t open without like a screwdriver or a special hatch opening tool. Two, if you climb halfway up and fall you’ll hurt yourself. Three, as great as you think you are, you probably will fall and hurt yourself. Four, I am not following you up there because if you fall and hurt yourself, I definitely will.’

‘How dare you underestimate my abilities,’ Jace said, with mock indignation. He stretched up towards the ceiling and then jumped, but his fingers came nowhere near to touching it.

‘Five,’ Alec said, now with an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ‘You can’t even reach the little hatch thing.’

Jace growled impatiently. ‘Alec, see if you can open it.’

‘No.’

‘Give me a boost then.’

‘No.’

‘Are you being deliberately unhelpful?’

‘I’m being very helpful,’ Alec said. ‘I’m helping you to not break your neck falling down an elevator shaft. Can’t you just wait for it to be fixed like a normal person would?’

‘I don’t like waiting around. I need to be doing something,’ Jace said, moving from foot to foot as if to demonstrate this.

Alec stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched Jace hopping from one foot to the other and glancing up at the ceiling every few seconds even though it was clear there was no way he’s be able to climb out.

‘Want to play I spy?’ Alec asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow. ‘Sure, Alec. I’ll go first. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with E.’

Alec looked around and then said, ‘It’s “elevator”, isn’t it?’

‘Of course it’s elevator!’ Jace snapped. ‘That’s the only thing there is to see!’

‘You could have picked A,’ Alec said, pointing at himself. ‘Or J.’ He nodded towards Jace. ‘Or F, for “floor”. Or C for “ceiling”.’

‘Well you’ve just told me all the answers to yours so there’s no point in playing anymore.’

‘You’re not a very good person to be trapped with,’ Alec said.

‘So help me climb out!’

‘Fine,’ Alec grumbled. He reached up the small square hatch in the ceiling and pushed. It didn’t budge. He pushed harder. Still nothing. ‘It’s not going to open.’

Jace fell silent for several minutes and then said, ‘I don’t suppose you have one of those special hatch opening tools on you, do you?’

Alec just glared at him.

‘We’ve been here for about four hours,’ Jace said.

Alec looked at his watch. ‘It’s been ten minutes, Jace.’

‘Seriously?’ Jace looked genuinely surprised. ‘Well that really dragged. Ten whole minutes and I haven’t been able to do one single heroic thing. It’s broke my winning streak.’

‘So that’s why you want to climb up the elevator shaft.’

‘No, I want to climb up the elevator shaft so I can get out here and away from you. You’re not a very good person to be trapped with either.’

‘Shut up, Jace.’

‘You shut up, Alec.’

There was a pause, and then both boys looked at each other and burst into laughter.

‘Seriously though,’ Jace said, his laughter stopping abruptly. ‘Open the hatch, Alec.’

Pompeii
Bastille
Pompeii

Anyone who is familiar with the song Pompeii? Because at the beginning and end they sing something like e-e-o-e-o, but I was thinking like, what if they actually meant to sing eheu :) That would make some sense, since eheu means something like “oh, no”, and well, the song is about the eruption of the Vesuvius, going towards Pompeii. (looks to me a situation where a little “oh no” would be on it’s place ;) )

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Buenos Aires 2013 [x x]
I actually have no idea what exactly Ignazio says because I don’t know Spanish, but the second video explains what’s going on so I just went with that.

But there’s no such thing as a completely fresh start. Everything new arrives on the heels of something old, and every beginning comes at the cost of an ending.
—  Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me