Hi! Lovely blog you have here! I have found so many fics I didn't know existed, so I thank you! Was wondering if you know of any fics where Stiles is just done, he just can't take anymore. So he decides to leave and maybe the pack or Derek beg him to stay but he just can't. Eventually he comes back and Sterek gets there happy ever after??? I've read like 2 but I am not sure of tags for this. Any help will be amazing, thank you!
Anonymous said: Do you have any fic where Derek and/or the pack hurt Stiles to push him away of them and keep him safe but with him not comming back to them after finding their real reasons? I’m really tired of those and I’d really like to see Stiles being really mad and hurt about them not letting him make his own decisions (Bonus: Steter, but not necessarily, like any fic with said prompt would be great)
Stiles Stilinski felt as if he lost it all the day Garrett bit him, he was his Beta now. Garrett had murdered his dad, Scott and the pack shunned him and Derek left him for Braeden. The only friends he had were Isaac, Theo and Brett; the only ones who were willing to stick by him.
In a fit of rage, Stiles kills Garrett and becomes an Alpha; to top it all off, a vampire breaks into his house and just in time for the last semester of senior year too.
Stiles and his pack of Betas leave Beacon Hills to attend college and as they expand the pack along the way, they also gain some extraordinary allies in the process and it’s then this pack of misfits realize you can find a home in the most unlikliest of people and places.
Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.
Everything has happened exactly like in Teen Wolf until Season 5. Except everyone is captured and dies tragically confronting the Dread Doctors and the only survivor is Stiles, who has undergone through many experiments. It unlocks his unlimited hidden Spark. It is a leftover from the Nogitsune and including the loss of the Pack it brings upon his madness. No matter what. Stiles is gonna fix everything.
It is only after years, that he has finally gathered everything for the Pack’s resurrection. However, something goes amiss and it sends him to the past instead, where he haunts his seven year old self. Everything will soon unfold. The Hale fire.
Stiles has a plan and decides not to involve his Pack. It’s to keep them safe. However, nothing goes according to the plan. Not with the Pack…
Stiles had never been sure where his place in the pack was but one day, Derek had no problem reminding him that he didn’t have one in the first place.
A dejected and distraught Stiles mostly spends his time with Danny. Skyping Isaac and Jackson is a necessity and the three are inseparable; well as inseparable as one can be from an ocean apart.
Then he and Danny meets Aria, a Fairy with sarcasm oozing out of her very pores. The three form an unlikely (not really) bond during the last few months of school that lead into summer and when Isaac and Jackson come back for junior year, it’s a hell of a ride.
The five begin to venture into uncharted waters in the form of feelings for each other. It’s a fire, a hungry and raging fire they’re all too willing to feed.
Who would have guessed; the Werewolf, the Fairy, the Kanima/Werewolf Hybrid, its Master/Witch and the Elemental (Yes, Danny can control the elements). One thing you can count on is the Hale-McCall Pack suffering and definitely missing out.
Stiles has fallen from the man he used to be, pushed to the edge by the monstrous nature of Beacon Hills as well as a strained relationship with Scott and his pack. When he hits his limit, he takes his future into his own hands, and Peter finally gets what he’s been after for so long.
The last thing she remembers is scoring the winning goal and then Jackson dying. The lights had gone out and someone had shoved a sweet-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. She remembers struggling and then the world got dark. She didn’t get a look at who attacked her but she did feel that the person had major muscles and that they were taller. She could feel their breath on the back of her neck and it made the hairs stand up.
(12/? I 24,396 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles I Rape)
Despite Stiles doing all he can to help ‘his’ pack, the continue to toss him to the side. The undervalue and under appreicate him, and honestly, Stiles repects himself too much. So he leaves. But then the Alpha Pack is there, and Deucalion is there, and maybe, just maybe they aren’t all that evil after all.
or the bad friend scott and bad alpha derek and stiles leaves the pack fic that I really, really wanted man
(39/? I 29,809 I Not Rated I Sterek I Girl!Stiles)
Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is 17 and pregnant. Her father kicked her out, the Pack don’t give a shit about her since her baby is Derek’s. Somehow, she manages to find new family and home. Derek finds her and tries to win her forgiveness.
I struggled with answering this over the last couple days for a couple reasons. FIRSTLY - as I tried to compile the list, I got caught up rereading a bunch. I’ve spent the better part of three days either refreshing my Instagram to flail over lilicole at Coachella, or rereading old favourite fanfics. Total time!suck. lol.
Also, like I’ve said in the past, I read A LOT of fic. Like, I think I was several thousand fics last year (Completed and WIPS) on top of the 53 original novels I read for my goodreads challenge in 2016). I read a lot of fic and honestly, I *like* most of the fics I finish because if I hate something or it doesn’t give me joy, I’m not going to continue reading it. (As an example, just recently, I stopped reading a fic by a friend of mine - not because it’s terrible writing (because it wasn’t) or because I don’t love my friend (cuz I do - she’s talented and wonderful and kind and every good thing) - but because every update of the story was giving me anxiety and literal rage at the characters to the point where I was unproductive in real life because I was so mad. Fic is supposed to be fun - even angsty and emotional fic - so I literally had to unsubscribe and take a step back a bit. I still love her, and will read other stories by her - just not that one anymore. It’s a complex thing. So, there’s that.
And then there is the fact that I like a lot of fics that I wouldn’t call MASTERPIECES but… I *liked* them. It’s hard to know what crosses that line into epic awesomeness. I generally bookmark my particular favourites but again - does that mean I think they’re all MASTERPIECES? What does being a MASTERPIECE entail? And maybe there is fic that I absolutely am over the moon about - that other people wonder “What’s the big deal?” There are several favourites of mine that could be like that.
And what if a fic is short? Most Masterpieces are usually Tolstoy length, aren’t they? Sometimes. But sometimes they’re short and perfect and speak to me RIGHT NOW (before more canon makes them suddenly AU) but reading them after isn’t as gut punchy. And sometimes they start as AU and yet they’re still freaking spectacular.
And I hate to throw even one more wrench into the problem - but here’s another: I’ve been around fandom in general for a LONG time. Like 12 years. 12 years where I was really active in fic writing/reading/reviewing/betaing/reccing etc. That makes for a LOT of different specific fandoms. Are you interested in the fics I fell in love with 10 years ago when all I read was Draco/Ginny? Or what about my Sherlolly love? Or Hiccastrid? Or Gendarya? Or Violate? Or Shenny? Or Reylo? Or most recently Bughead? Like - I have a lot of favourites that I read and reread over and over again in all of those fandoms.
And what if a MASTERPIECE is a fan favourite? Does it HAVE to be a fan favourite? Maybe it was written by a BNF and maybe it wasn’t. I was accused of BEING a BNF once (which is laughable - as I’ve mentioned in posts before, I’m a collector of BNF friends - I don’t claim to be one myself) - but does that colour whether I think something is a MASTERPIECE or not?
Does my opinion even matter for that matter?
One last thing before I actually give you a mini list of just a FEW of my favourite “Masterpiece” fics. As I’ve said, I like to collect writers. It’s kinda selfish of me - but I like to surround myself with fandom friends who have so much talent that the metaphorical room is thick with it. Probably because I’m only a mediocre writer myself - but I sure do know how to fangirl people who deserve praise. So, sometimes I love an author so much that every thing they write is a Mastepiece to me. How can I choose when everything they write is so perfect?
You see why this is a SUPER tough question?
ANYWAY - if you got through that, you deserve some links. Remember, some of these will be in fandoms that you aren’t into, greyface. But I hope one or two of them catch your eye. I loved each and every one of them.
And if you’re a writer, and I’ve loved on one of your stories with comments and praise and yet it’s NOT mentioned right here - that doesn’t mean that in the eyes of “Jandy Salmon” it’s not a Masterpiece, it just means that I had so much to choose from and such conflicting feelings about which/how many to share that it didn’t get mentioned. But remember, I’m sincere in every review I leave - and I try to leave at least fangirly squeeing on like 95% of the stories/chapters I read (which is a freaking lot). It’s been a while since I posted fic, but I /still/ receive reviews that make my heart happy and I think being actively engaged with reviews helps build connections with the authors I love.
Right? Okay Right. Here’s the list of just a FEW of my favourites (fics that I would probably call MASTERPIECES) that I read over and over again because I love them THAT much:
Then anything written by @lolableu (who also writes awesome Divergent fanfic btw), GrayGlube @whatwouldflorencedo (also awesome GoT fic), ScarletWoman @feelavalanche (also started one of my fave Veronica Mars WIPs), and OhYellowBird @ohhyellowbird (also wrote a freaking AMAZING Reylo fic too). These girls are my Awesome Nerds - my Lunchtable girls and I love them. There is no higher praise than that. Read them.
Star Wars (Reylo) - probably the hardest section to choose from - because I’ve literally read over 1000 fics in the last year and bookmarked nearly 100 which I *liked/loved*.
Firstly - read anything by diasterisms (kylorenvevo) - especially Ghostwalks (Gin and Fog) http://archiveofourown.org/works/6931657 (there are only like a dozen stories so I’m serious when I say read them all. *waves fangirly flag*
Ahgh - there are just so many Reylo fics. This is definitely not a definitive list. Read terapid, corariley, and perrydowning too. I promise I love SO many and all of you writers are freaking brilliant.
OKAY - and lastly Bughead (Riverdale). It’s still new for me. Most of my most favourite fics aren’t finished yet. Like, I hope you’re reading these future masterpieces - that aren’t finished - but are DELICIOUS and if we’re all very, very good - maybe the authors will love us enough to make sure they get finished: (these are just a few of my very faves - I don’t usually rec WIPs but these are just really freaking good!)
I’ll Wait for You by AGirlNamedWhiskey http://archiveofourown.org/works/10478181 (UNDERGROUND RACING AU - and it also freaking works! Jughead’s wink will KILL you in the very first chapter. The author also writes a fic named Space and Time which is also brilliant and should be read.)
Bizarre Love Triangle (Series) by @ficmuse http://archiveofourown.org/series/697908 (First fic is complete and it’s fabulous and campy with cool music and a HEA. Currently Story 2 is WIP but intense and potentially angsty. Hold on to that HEA, friends.)
Summary: “Concept,” Lance said, his voice heavy and gutted with the ache of it; he caught Keith’s gaze and smiled wide, for show. “The war’s over. We’re back home. All the things we love in one place.”Lance keeps losing the things he’s built. Then there’s Keith. WC: 30776 General Notes: just, i still cant get over this fic. its just so good, its long and the development it has is amazing. beautifully written. just fmu 10/10
Summary: –Static—- -iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—- -static– –I’m sorry guys. This is all my– –static–cc– —I found my coordinates. They’re– -stttcc- -guys. I hear something— –scccc- -end transmission-Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this? WC: 84141 (16/16) General Notes: ive rec’d this before and ill rec it again. seriosuly just read it. you really cant go wrong with it and i just love it so much. made me cry. that good. 100/10
Summary: The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be.–Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn’t be coming for a very long time. WC: 55773 (12/12) General Notes: so this fic holds a special place in my heart because its THE fic that got me into this vld hell that im in. and the artwork is absolutely amazing. 20/10
Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn. WC:118875 (8/?) General Notes: this one just keeps going and going and going, and it keeps giving too, like omg. my face hurts like almost every time i finish and update and i love it too bits. it successfully pulled me deeper into the fandom. 100/10
Summary: Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity. This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started. WC: 149983 (9/?) General Notes: Like if i wasnt already deep into this fandom, this sealed the deal. like holy hell, Mina does a wonderful job with this fic and its so fucking long like holy- and just i love it so much. I cant express how much i love this fic. 100/10
Summary: Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family.) WC: 61956 (7/?) General Notes: Im just so in love with this universe, its amazing. the character interactions are great, and i really love how Fish has incorporated cultural differences into their universe. its amazing. 11/10
Summary: Though he’s been dealt many bad cards, Lance isn’t sure he can handle this one: winding up stranded, a million lightyears away from home, with only Keith to keep him company.The universe is cruel. WC: 72921 (9/9) General Notes: this is a tear jerker. like if i need some good angst, this is one of the ones i come back to. just, heed the warnings, cuz it sneaks up on you. 10/10
Ok lets talk about this video
1 The time
Time initiated is 8:21 which means it started downloading at that time, he didnt say he started at 2 or whatever time is was he said (quote) “i am now installing it” so that means he’s in the process. Time remaining is 12 minutes 12 seconds and i am positive that you cant download something in that little time (get your head out of your asses).
The fucking sunlight you said you saw on his right side at the end of the video was the sticks, also we literally saw him hang up the painting on that wall so you know there is no window ???????? (get your head out of your asses).
3 they’ll come out if the want to fuck off.
4 if he did delete the thread, he can do whatever he want.
5 this is not for the amazing phans, ily all, its for the ones that want to make everything a show.
Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime. Friends since childhood, lovers since high school. They’ve always been by each other’s side, even now, when they’re both in college. They’d both agreed that it’d be easier to room with each other, but rooming with the flambouyant Oikawa meant signing a contract that - somewhere, maybe it was in the terms and conditions - meant that Iwaizumi had agreed to little to no sleep at all.
Oikawa Tooru [ 10:58PM ]: Iwa-chan, are you awake?
Oikawa Tooru [ 10:59PM ]: I can hear your sheets moving but i dont know if that’s because you’re moving in your sleep or because you’re awake.
Oikawa Tooru [ 10:59PM ]: Well, anyways, i was thinking about something.
Iwaizumi Hajime [ 11:00PM ]: i swear to God, Shittykawa. I have an in-class assessment tomorrow.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:00PM ]: I had a brilliant idea for my writing class and i want to tell you.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:01PM ]: oh. Sorry.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:01PM ]: Good night, Iwa-Chan
Iwaizumi Hajime [ 11:02PM ]: if i wasn’t so tired, i’d go to the bathroom and puke. Don’t send me love hearts.
Iwaizumi Hajime [ 11:02PM ]: Good night, Oikawa.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:02PM ]:
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:03PM ]:
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:03PM ]: i can hear you laughing, Iwa-chan. The screen divider isn’t sound proof :’)
Iwaizumi Hajime [ 11:03PM ]: Shut up, Shittykawa.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:03PM ]: you were the one who was trying to muffle their laughs!
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:04PM ]: So mean, Iwa-chan.
Iwaizumi Hajime [ 11:04PM ]: so annoying, Oikawa-chan.
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:05PM ]: Good night, Iwa-chan
Oikawa Tooru [ 11:05PM ]: May the aliens look over you and protect you
“Oikawa, don’t you even message me. I saw the light of your phone.”
“Okay, fine, I won’t message you.”
“I need to sleep, ‘Kawa.”
“What happens to love? What even is love? And what happens to it-”
“-after you stop loving someone? If Rose and Jack stop loving eachother, what would happen to their love for one another? I think love is like… water. It’s always the same. Evaporation doesn’t change the water - the water is just in a different form. So, does that mean that love changes after you… fall out of love?”
“Look here, shittykawa. You’re going to be quiet and let me sleep, for both my sake and yours. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours, would you?”
“So, you admit that my face is pret- Iwa-chan, don’t throw your book at me! The pages will be damaged!”
“Good night, Oikawa.”
“What about your book-”
Oikawa Tooru [12:00AM]: Morning, Iwa chan!
“You little shit, let me sleep!”
“You weren’t asleep yet?”
“No, because you’re humming of ‘My Heart Will Go On’ is annoying.”
“Annoyingly beautiful? On pitch?”
“Hey, Iwa-chan, do you think the aliens get lonely?”
“Oikawa, for the love of each and every god in existence, you’re a 21 year old man in college, not a 7 year old.”
“I’m just asking, sheesh.”
“But do they? Are there different races of aliens?”
“Oikawa, I will strangle you if you ask another question about aliens without changing your course to an astronomy one.”
“So mean, Iwa-chan.”
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:47AM ]: isn’t It weird how 12AM comes before 11AM??
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:47AM ]: so time goes 12-11AM
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:27AM ]: and then 12-11PM
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:28AM ]: why doesn’t it go 1-12AM and then 1-12PM?
Oiakwa Tooru [ 12:29AM ]: who ever designed the concept of time is stupid
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:29AM1 ]: Iwa-chan I’m having a life crisis right now
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:37AM ]: I tried to search it up but it seems like the concept of time was changed over the years
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:37AM ]: so i don’t know who actually created the concept of time
Iwaizumi Tooru [ 12:38AM ]: I can and will not hesitate to block your number
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:38AM ]: That won’t stop me from talking to you :P
Oikawa Tooru [ 12:40AM ]: Iwa-chan?
“Are you awake, Iwa-chan?”
“…what’s that smell?”
“Mac and cheese!”
“Oikawa, what the hell? It’s almost 3 in the morning and you’re having mac and cheese?”
“Do you want some, Iwa-chan?”
“No. Let me sleep.”
“Don’t you mean… 'Kawaii?”
“Shut up, Shittykawa.”
“You aren’t you when you’re hungry. Want some mac and-”
“Shut up, will you?”
“So mean, Iwa-chan…”
Oikawa Tooru [ 3:59AM ]: I slept for almost one hour. It’s a miracle.
Oikawa Tooru [ 3:59AM ]: Mac and Cheese?
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:00AM ]: more like snack and miracle
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:00AM ]: okay sorry Iwa-chan.
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:09AM ]: I was thinking
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:09AM ]: I know I can be annoying
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:09AM ]: and a pain in the ass and I just wanna say sorry
Oikawa Tooru [ 4:10AM ]: for a lot of things.
“…you okay there, 'Kawa?”
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to apologize, Shittykawa? After all these years?”
Ok, this may be the thinnest reason to talk about word origins, but a fun word in any case. The word twelve was early in the English language, forming in Old English as twelf literally meaning two left (over ten) as far back as the twelfth century! This system of counting came from the Proto Germanic formation *twa-lif-, a compound word formed by combining the root for two (*twa) and *lif-, which was the verb to leave. English has a stronger echo of to leave in the number eleven, which I hardly need to define here. Many Northern European languages adopted this formation: Old Saxon had twelif, Old Norse tolf, Old Frisian twelef, Middle Dutch twalef, and so on. And you can thank me later for not waking you up twelve hours ago to pester you with this word origin.
Summary: Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?
Killian continued to notice both Mary Margaret’s conflicted face while they were hanging around the loft, and the not-so-subtle attempts at sneaking out of the house unnoticed at odd times. One more time, he considered whether or not he should try to approach the subject in any way, but he decided against it. Even if he felt the need to protect her from everything and everyone, Mary Margaret was ostensibly an adult and responsible for her own decisions. She’d confide in him when she was ready.
He was entertaining these thoughts as he made his way towards Granny’s, Mary Margaret’s request to meet him there for a snack leading Killian believe that perhaps the time had finally come for her to confide in him. But the sight of the man in front of him, leaving Granny’s, made Killian’s jaw clench in exasperation.
(Ok, I answer this one… I received three messages with same meaning… yes it’s much for me ono And this one isn’t rude, and the first :p)
Nah, I don’t answer everyone… I don’t know if someone do. (How do you do this? qwq) But I don’t do it for a reason…
1. Your message was rude. I delete rude asks… not sorry. I don’t want to spend my time on something that makes me sad. /idunno noise/ Generally, those are anons, so you’re not only rude but also a coward.
2. You asked me to draw something. And I probably want to! But have no idea how exactly… so I’ll do it later. Now I’m on my vacation :D Only crappy sketches… and i probably will draw the answer when you’ll forget about ‘cause it was anon. lol
3. Your message is very long. I want to answer, but I’m on my vacation I can’t reread it several times to “not forget something”. App tumblr sucks ;-;
4. You ask for hug. Be honest… you want me to draw you something, and it’s your oc. They are cool! I love them! … I have no time. It’s not my oc, I don’t know how to draw them ;; And… I’m empty. It’s complicated :D
5. You asked something that I don’t want to share with everyone. It’s ok if you want to talk with me. PM me! I’ll try to answer! Honestly! I just can’t start conversation… literally. (If you’re my friend you know it ówò) /whisper/ don’t wait this miracle from me… Or maybe I’m afraid of you… (I’m sorry, berries, love you so much but scream when see your messages qwq)
6. … you’re my annoying friend that sent me same message 12 times. 12, Carl. 12!
Akhem. I like to interact with you! Really! Ehh… that’s was one of the reasons that pushed me to start post something here. But sometimes I don’t know what to say… mhm.
So yeah, write banana, talk to her, distract her. Be annoying (no) xD
I talk too much :D But I just… feel better ^w^
I was in the 6th grade. 12 years old, I believe. We sat at tables with about 6 people per table. There were 4 tables in the room and each was full. About 24 kids, along with the teacher. Anyway, we were in the middle of a lesson, when the smart board fell. It just fell off the wall and hit the floor. It’s mounted on the wall and very sturdy. We would write on it standing up there all the time. But for some reason towards the middle of the year it just collapsed.
I heard and saw it. As soon as it happened, the kid right next to me looked at me and asked if I saw that. I nodded and we looked around but nobody else was fazed. As soon as I looked back at the front of the room, the board was back on the wall and the teacher was using it. Now, usually I’d ignore this kind of thing and play it off as my eyes jumped or played tricks on me. But I not only saw it but heard it. And so did the student directly next to me. We asked other kids and they looked at us like we were insane. To this day I have no idea how or why this happened. Or even what it was. But it’s been about 8 years and I still think of it.
Credits to: BabiDollNikki
Precognitive Dream That Changed My Life
2009 I had a hard time in my life and was not really happy. I still went to school and did not have any friends in my neighborhood. So I would be very lonely and sad every day after coming home from school. One night I had a strange dream about a girl I knew from a park near my house. She did not like me very much and we hardly ever talked. In my dream I saw her dressed in a white dress and somehow she looked like an angel. She came from a light and hugged me. The whole dream I felt very happy and had a positive warm feeling.
The next day I went with my sister to the park, although I was not very happy about it. I already had forgotten about the dream. Suddenly the girl from the dream came to us and invited us to be with her and one of her friends. She was friendly although she did not like me the times before. I agreed and that was the beginning of a deep friendship. I don´t know why but that day my life changed and I suddenly had a lot of friends and became very happy. Everything was different and better than before I had that dream.
Credits to: user300316
Saw A Girl Walk Past Me. Twice.
This may actually be the creepiest thing to have happened to me. I was waiting for a friend by the school gate, and I usually see a lot of people walk past. This time, I saw a car pull up, and a sixth-form girl who I see every now and again gets out her car, and walks past me.
A few minutes later, the same car pulls up, and the exact same girl gets out and walks past me. I was floored. My mind has been searching for a solution, but it’s made me challenge my belief.
Credits to: CombustibleCompost
Elevator Wouldn’t Stop Going Down; I Went
Down ~6 Levels And Came Out 1 Level Below Where I Started
So this happened about 15 minutes ago. I’m sure there are logical solutions but it just felt super glitchy to me.
I’m a security guard and had just started my hourly patrol. The building has 7 stories; 6 levels above ground and a basement level. I always start at the basement level and work my way up to the top.
I pressed the button for the basement level, and started diddling around on my phone like usual. All of the sudden I felt a sense of panic in my chest as I realized I had already heard 4 or 5 beeps indicating when you pass a level. I was only trying to go down 1 level. There isn’t anything below the basement, and if there were, you certainly couldn’t access it from this elevator.
I looked at the screen that shows the level, and it just displayed, “LL,” the basement level. I didn’t know what to think, because I could still tell we were definitely moving down, and it was still making the beeps indicating that we were indeed still moving.
I rapidly press the door open button, and the elevator slows to a stop like usual, and the doors open to the basement level (LL), exactly where I was trying to go. There was a group of people standing right outside (which is unusual; i’d never seen anyone in the building at 4am). They ask if i’m okay, and i just make up an excuse, saying I have to go disarm an alarm.
I want to tell myself that the elevator got messed up and just took me all the way to the top, then all the way back down, but that still doesn’t explain the screen indicator. But the thing is, I ride that elevator up and down 12 times per 12-hour shift, 2 times a week, for about a year. I know this elevator very well and I am 100% sure I felt myself moving down the entire time. I know what it feels like when the elevator changes directions.
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You paced the width of your apartment, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. If he came back! You’ve been texting and calling him for the past two hours and he hasn’t picked up, answered a text, or bothered to try and reach you in any way. You knew Dylan was filming today, and that he was filming a particularly dangerous scene. He wouldn’t let you go with him just incase anything happened, and he assured you that he’d text you at every chance he got. His last text was four hours ago, and it said: Tyler messed up again :/ Last take. I’m okay, Love you xxx
Two hours and thirty minutes, you started to panic. Picking up your phone from the couch, you called Tyler. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but no answer. Straight to voicemail. “Oh my God,” tears stung your eyes. What happened? Is he okay? Finally, you couldn’t wait any longer, and you fetched your keys and went out the door.
Two steps down, Dylan rounded the stairs and met up with you.
His scratched face turned twisted in confusion, “where are you going?” The sight of his scarred face made you want to hug him and tend to him, but the anger and worry were much stronger. You tossed your keys at him, barely missing. He dodged the keys and glared at you, “what the hell was that?”
“I have been texting you! Calling you and Tyler! No one picked up! I was worried sick! Where have you been?”
“Filming!” He hissed, “where else? I texted you!”
“Three hours ago! I thought something happened!”
He raised his arms, “nothing happened! I’m right here! Why are you yelling?”
“Because I thought you died!”
The apartment doors around you started opening, your neighbors eager to get the front row seat on the fight between Dylan O’brien and his long term girlfriend. Dylan sighed, “lets go back inside, we’ll talk okay? Lets talk.” He picked up your keys then tried taking your hand as you climbed the stairs. You pulled away angrily, and beat him to the door.
Dylan walked into the apartment and calmly closed the door, then he took a seat on a chair, “you thought I died? It wasn’t that big of a scene.”
“I called you 12 times!”
He raised his eyebrows, then took his phone out of his pocket and said, “crap y/n. I had my phone on silent. I didn’t see, 42 texts. Holy crap you must’ve been worried.”
“You think?!” You screamed, frustrated at how calm he was. “You knew how worried I was! I called you 12 times Dylan! 12 and you didn’t pick up once! I was terrified! How could you turn your phone on silent? You knew I was worried! That’s seriously the most inconsiderate and stupid thing you’ve ever done!”
“While you were over there laughing with your shitty friends I’ve been shaking with worry!”
“How daft do you have to be to forget your girlfriend? Eh? Tell me that!”
“Y/N!” He shouted.
“Can you shut up for a few seconds and listen? God Dang!”
Your jaw dropped, “Did you just –”
He stood up and stormed to me, his face inches from mine, “I just spent eight hours in the hot sun! Doing crazy stunts, my face is burning! Because it’s scratched, if you haven’t noticed. I slid on the gravel. But that doesn’t matter because I didn’t pick up your damn phone calls? I get you were worried! But I’m okay y/n! And I’m tired as hell! I’m at your apartment because I expected you to take care of me after such a hectic day! I was ready to kiss you and for you to help me fix this!” he pointed at his wounded face, “then we could lay down and relax! Instead! I get a psycho girlfriend who’s badmouthing my friends and I because I didn’t pick up the phone!”
“You don’t understand how worried I was!” you yelled, though not as loud this time, “you weren’t thinking straight Dylan! This isn’t about your wounds or how bad your day was, it’s about the fact that you couldn’t pick up a phone and tell me you were okay! Seriously! If you can’t bother with that we shouldn’t bother with this relationship”
He turned around, ran his hands through his hair, and turned back to me. His lips were in a grim line and his tongue was pressed to his cheek the way it did when he was trying to control his anger. Deep down, you knew you went to far, but you was still scared for him, he looked like he was in a lot of pain and that made you angry! Why couldn’t they get a damn stunt double? And why couldn’t he just find the time to text you? It may seem like you’re over reacting, or overly attached. But you were just worried, really worried, out of your mind and unlogically worried for this crazy man you’re madly in love with.
“You want to break up?” He whispered angrily, making you realize what you had said, “You really want to do that? Because I didn’t reply to your damn text y/n?”
“You don’t understand,” you repeated, “I was –”
“WORRIED SICK!” he screamed, “I get it! But damn! You’re really over reacting don’t you think?” He had his hands in fists, and he was shaking. Time to pull back and calm hm down.
“Dylan, I’m– calm down okay? Lets just talk calmly okay?”
“Calm never works with you!” he screamed, “you fight over the silliest things y/n and I’m getting sick of it! I’m really starting to resent you.” He tugged on his hair, then picked up my favorite mug and chucked it at a wall.
“Dylan!” you screamed, “Stop what are you doing!”
He didn’t hear you, he threw his phone at the wall, “I’m so sick of always doing something wrong! Everything I do is wrong to you!” he screamed.
“Baby please calm down!”
“Don’t baby me!” He shouted, “I’m done!” He chucked a vase at the wall behind you sending a shock through your body, causing you to fall. He glared at you, his eyes still full of fury, “I’m done. I can’t live like this.” He mumbled, walking out and slamming the door behind him.
You felt numb for hours after that, and you didn’t cry because it all had to be a nightmare. you waited to wake up, and see him walking through the door, unhurt and smiling at you. But that wasn’t going to happen, and only when you realized that the tears started coming, and you couldn’t stop them. You sat on the floor, with tears on your face, thinking about all you said and how you’d take it back in a second. It didn’t matter that he didn’t text back, as long as he was there at the end of the day so you could kiss him goodnight. You loved him so much it physically hurt you, and thinking about him leaving you tore you into a million pieces over, and over, and over. Until you thought you’d die right there.
Then the door opened, and Dylan sheepishly stepped in. He looked at you, then his eyes met the floor, “I bought you another mug,” he mumbled.
In a flash, you were in his arms, “I’m so sorry,” you cried, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I love you so much Dylan I’m so sorry Please don’t leave.”
He rubbed your back soothingly, although his eyes were also red from previous tears. “I’m sorry too,” he whispered in your ear, “I over reacted. It’s been a tough day. I love you more than ever y/n and I never planned on leaving. I’m sorry.”
You kissed him softly, careful not to get near the scratch on his face or apply pressure on his hurt lip. But he wouldn’t have it, he moved your hands into his hair, where he loved them the most. And deepened your kiss, making sure to remind you of why you couldn’t go a day without his soft lips.
When you finally pulled away for breath, your hand softly brushed his scratches, making him flinch. “Let’s fix this,” you said, “so I don’t have to think of anything else when I kiss you.”
Well, we’ve reached that time: Day 12 of a 12 day series. Thank you so,
so, so much – truly, from the core of my being – for all your kind words of
encouragement throughout this journey. I means everything to me, so thank you.
Tomorrow I’ll be launching, as requested, an “8 Nights of Danvers
Chanukah” fic that I’m extremely excited about, so please tune into that, as
well as to my already ongoing “I Didn’t Know You Were Into Girls” Sanvers one-shot series.
Happy and safe holidays, and thank you so much again for making this
writing experience absolutely wonderful <3
And without further ado: Kara invites
Barry and Oliver’s teams to come spend Christmas with the Superfriends!
Alex had promised to be nice.
She just hadn’t defined nice when she told Kara that she wouldn’t
beat Barry Allen into a pulp for recruiting her to help him fight off an entire
invasion force of aliens on his earth.
“It’s Christmas, Alex, and I’m okay, it all worked out!” Kara had told
her, for the thousandth time, before Barry and Oliver’s teams jumped out of the
interdimensional rift and into her ridiculously festive living room.
Well, it might be Christmas – there might be champagne glasses in everyone’s
hand and there might be a rather rowdy game of “which earth has better
Christmas music” going between Cisco and Winn – and Kara might be okay – okay
enough to have thrown what was sure to be the most superhero-full Christmas
party of all time – and it might have all worked out, given that there didn’t
seem to be angry aliens clawing their own way through the portal into this
But that didn’t mean that Alex Danvers didn’t have Barry Allen backed
against the refrigerator – the Flash, the fastest man alive, legendary
superhero – cowering.
Iris stepped forward but James touched her arm lightly. “She won’t actually hurt
him,” he whispered.
Iris arched an eyebrow.
“You sure about that?”
Caitlin’s eyes were wide, Cisco’s mouth was open, Winn’s eyes were downcast
in sympathy for Barry, and Sara was smirking, dragging her eyes slowly up and
down Alex’s body, making Maggie frown and shift closer to Alex – but not that
close, because it generally wasn’t safe to approach her when she was this
“ – the height of irresponsibility,” she was saying, holding Barry up
by the collar, “not to mention massive selfishness and pure tactical stupidity.
Do you have any idea how stupid your plan was? One alien against
an army, when we have an entire organization here that’s experienced in
these things, an entire army of our own whose entire lives are dedicated
to stopping the kind of deadly threats that you so willingly through my
sister into, alone and without backup? And don’t – ”
She renewed her
grip on his collar as Barry tried to stammer out words – “don’t even try
to tell me that you were her backup. How could you possibly back
her up when I hear she beat the ever living shit out of you all, at once,
without even breaking a sweat? So how could you possibly protect her
against an army? And I don’t care what your city thinks of you, I don’t care
what kind of hero you think you are. The next time you need Kara’s help,
you do not whisk her off on her own, you do not take advantage of her good,
eager to help heart. You get me, you get my team, you get my people, people
whose lives are dedicated to doing what your teams are way in over their head
even contemplating. Because so help me, if you ever bring my sister on a
mission like that without me there to watch out for her, I swear on everything
you love, a brutal alien invasion force is going to look like kindergarten next
to what I will do to you. Do I make myself clear?”
Barry whimpered for a moment or two, wondering if her question constituted
permission to speak or to just nod meekly. He opted for the second, and she
“Eggnog?” she asked, swiping a glass from the counter behind her and
pressing it into his hands with a massive smile on her face. “You look like you
could use some.” Barry stammered something that he hoped was recognizable as
English, that he hoped Iris, Caitlin, and Cisco didn’t hear just as the squeak
that it was. By the looks on their faces, he had no such luck.
“You make yourself quite clear, Agent Danvers, so let me return the favor:
you don’t get to threaten anyone on my team without going through me.” Oliver’s
voice was calm, his face completely neutral, as he stepped up to Alex. Diggle
groaned into his hands.
Alex gazed up into his eyes as Barry tried to touch Oliver’s arm. “Ollie,
really, it’s okay, you’d get the same way if it was Thea, I understand, it’s
“No, it’s all good, Barry. Oliver Queen, right? Arrow?” And before he
could even blink, Alex had him, too, up against the fridge – good thing
for Barry’s super speed, else he would have been crushed by Oliver’s back – and
Felicity let out a small gasp.
“I like this girl. She like this in bed, too, Sawyer?” Sara wanted to
know, loudly, and Kara’s ears turned an even deeper shade of red. Maggie
spluttered and Alex just dug deeper into it, her forearm against Oliver’s