watching the door

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 7) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Third Patrol”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing.

Author’s Note: Ignore the issues with the timeline and just go with it.

Summary: Stiles and Y/N go on your third patrol where you two discuss her being a witch and you both finally run into some vampires.

Originally posted by bloggergirl29


“So how do you become a witch? Are you born one or does something happen to make you one?” Stiles asked as you both sat in his infamous battered up, blue Jeep, watching the front door of the building that one of the alleged vampires had walked into the hour before, while the last group was on patrol.

“I was born one, but sometimes you can be made one later in life. It’s all kind of a long story..” You explained.

“I mean, we’ve got three more hours of this until the sun comes up…” Stiles prodded.

You laughed quietly. “Right.. Well, the gift is inherited… I guess would be the best way to describe it. I got it from my Grandfather on my Dad’s side.. and there are rules about how you receive it.”

“What are those?” Stiles inquired.

“My grandpa Jack, he died during open heart surgery, on the operating table on May 12th, 1979, at 7:31PM. I was born May 12th, 1992, at 7:31PM…”

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Time Heals All Wounds - Derek Hale x Reader

Request:  “I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work.” and “ I came here to win you back, and dammit, I’ll do whatever I have to.” with Derek when he returns in 6b. 

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Warnings: Very brief description of wounds and swearing

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Derek’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her slam the door of the loft. He couldn’t breathe, he’d messed up badly this time and she’d finally had enough. The words they’d flung at one another echoed in his head, his heart aching when he realised how much he’d hurt her. The wall behind his back was the only thing keeping him upright as he buried his head in his hands. He couldn’t find the strength to move as he collapsed against the wall. The only light in his life was walking away from him and he didn’t know how to fix it.

A week passed in silence. She didn’t reply to any of his phone calls or to his texts, she was gone. Derek didn’t eat, his stubble growing into a beard as he couldn’t find the strength to shave. He tried visiting her house but she never seemed to be in. Unable to stand the pack’s looks of pity and the ache in his chest that never seemed to fade, he packed his bags, hoping that leaving Beacon Hills would help him escape his heartache. There was no reason for him to stay, (y/n) didn’t want him anymore and the pack didn’t seem to need him either.

After two years, Derek would like to have thought that he’d moved on, but returning to the loft with her scent still lingering in the air, all of his memories of the two of them came rushing back, hitting him like a train. He found himself wishing he taken up Stiles offer and stayed at his house instead. Gritting his teeth, he made his way further into the loft, flashes of memories, both good and bad, stirred behind his eyes. As he sat down heavily on the bare mattress tucked into the corner, he realised he was shaking. He’d always been good at suppressing his emotions but now, he lost control, his love for her, his need to be with her made his heart break all over again. The buzzing of his phone gave him a much needed distraction, he answered the call, agreeing to meet the pack at Stiles’ house in ten minutes.

Stepping into the Stilinski house caused a flicker of a smile to cross over his face, he briefly wondered if that was what walking into your family home felt like but dismissed the thought, knowing he wouldn’t be staying for long. The shocked stares of the pack caused an uncomfortable feeling to settle in his stomach. For one of the first times in his life, Derek was thankful for Stiles’ rambling as it drew the attention away from him.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up at work-“ His shoulders stiffened when (y/n)’s voice filled the room. Stiles watched him anxiously as Derek’s eyes searched the kitchen for some way to escape. She stood frozen in the doorway, her words trapped in her throat. After a painfully long silence, she cleared her throat and moved to stand next to Lydia, as far away from Derek as she could possibly get. He hung his head, focusing on the scuffed wooden flooring to stop himself from looking at her. He wanted to drink in her appearance, craving it like a drug but he knew he wasn’t allowed to do that, not anymore.

The meeting dragged on as Scott went through all the information they had and what he wanted everyone to do. Derek barely nodded his head when Scott asked him to patrol the woods. As the pack filed out of the room, he waited for everyone to leave. Keeping his head down, he was about to walk through the door when she stopped him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Exhaustion washed over him as he registered the anger in her voice. Whoever said time healed all wounds was a liar, Derek thought because as he stood there, his heartbreak felt as fresh and as painful as the day they’d separated.

“Stiles asked me to, I came to help” His voice was void of emotion as he kept his eyes trained on the floor. He knew he was lying, Stiles had given him an excuse to come back but that wasn’t why he came, not really. (Y/n) let out a heavy sigh, pulling at the sleeves of her jumper as she tried and failed not to hope that maybe there was another reason. Setting her face in a disinterested frown, she pushed past him and hastily pulled on her coat.

With her back to him, she squeezed her eyes shut before pulling the door open. “Good”

Derek sagged against the kitchen doorframe, trying to gain control of his breathing as he listened to her retreating footsteps.

Weeks of chaos passed by as the pack desperately tried to figure out what was happening in Beacon Hills with little success. Derek and (y/n) pointedly avoided one another, scarcely speaking. It wasn’t until (y/n) was attacked that Derek lost control of his carefully constructed façade. Blood soaked her jumper as she clutched her side while cursed left her lips. She tried to stay upright but the room span as she took a step forward. As the world around her faded to black all she could hear was thundering footsteps and Derek’s frantic shouts.

Derek paced up and down the room, ignoring Deaton’s exasperated looks as he stitched up the scratch that ran down (y/n)’s stomach.

“Would you sit down? I can’t concentrate” It was rare for the veterinarian’s voice to be anything but calm, however as he watched Derek sulkily pull a chair up to where (y/n) was lying on the examination table, annoyance laced his words.

Hours passed before she came round, Derek debated leaving several times, knowing that she wouldn’t want him there when she woke up.  Her eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving her lips as she tried and failed to sit up. He resisted the urge to grab her hand and to take her pain away, shoving his hands in his pockets instead. Shock briefly flickered across her face when she saw him stood next to the table.

“Where is everyone?” He crossed the room to get her a glass of water, sighing when she refused to take it.

“Hunting down whatever attacked you” Hissing through her teeth, she swung her legs over the side of the table, bracing herself before standing.

“So they left me with you?” The words tasted bitter on her tongue but she was determined not to let him see her looking vulnerable.

“Yeah. They did” His words were clipped as he stopped himself from lifting her back onto the table.

“Great” Anger flared in his stomach, he hated it when she acted this way, it was so different from her usual cheerful and kind personality. He was quickly losing control as his hands curled into fists. Looking at the ground, he listened to her stumble out of the clinic.

More and more time passed, the anger between the two of them reaching its boiling point at a pack meeting. (Y/n) had been throwing snide comments at him all night until they were shouting at one another while the pack scurried out of the loft. Derek felt like he was right back to where he was two years ago, desperately trying to fighting for someone he couldn’t seem to hold onto.

“Why are you even here Derek? It’s not like you’re helping anyone, all you do is hold us back” Her shouts echoed through the room as she tried to ignore the guilt pinching at her chest.

“You want to know why I’m here? I came here to win you back, and dammit, I’ll do whatever I have to.” Derek froze, fear spreading through him like wildfire.

“Well you’re doing a fucking good job” She laughed bitterly as she turned away from him, not wanting him to see just how much his words affected her. All she wanted was for it to be over, she hated the fighting and the longing. When he left, she’d convinced herself that she could live without him, she had believed in that lie for two years until he came back into her life and destroyed every wall she’d built. Derek hung his head, pulling in deep breaths as tears prickled his eyes.

“I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work.” His words were whispered, the tightness in his throat not allowing him to speak any louder. A shudder of pain ran through her body, hearing his heartbreak only made hers worse.

“Why?” She choked out, seeming so small as she wrapped her arms around herself.

A dejected smile formed on his face. “Because you’re everything. Even when I was thousands of miles away from you, my thoughts were consumed by you, wondering what you were doing, if you were safe, if you still spent your evenings curled up on the sofa with a book you’ve read a thousand times before, if you still thought about me”

A fractured sob shook her body as her eyes met his. “Of course I did. Every day I hoped you would come back” Looking away from him, her face crumbling as shame curled in her stomach, “Then you came showed up after two years, and I was so angry.”

She took a cautious step towards him, slowly reaching for his hand. “I’m so sorry Derek, I was so cruel. You didn’t deserve any of it”

Derek didn’t think before pulling her into his arms. Burrowing his face in her hair, he breathed in her scent, letting it wash over him and soothe his aching heart. Her hands clutched his shirt, keeping him as close to her as possible as sobs racked his body. Gently, Derek picked her up, holding her against his chest as he walked over to his bed. He settled into the pillows, keeping her tucked into his side.

Time seemed to fade away as they took comfort from each other’s touch, soothing one another with kisses and soft caresses. As they fell asleep, they vowed to stay together through whatever life threw at them, never leaving the other to experience the pain of loss again. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! How are you?:3 I was wondering if you could write a fic where s/o is feeling depressed and worthless and prefall!Gabe tells them that their so precious and showers them with affection, pls? With lots of fluff ♡I hope it isn't to much trouble. I love reaper so much XD

I feel like I’m kinda bad at writing Gabe, but this is adorable so here we go, hope you like it! Also, I made this long to make up for me not posting in a while

Prefall!Gabe

Gabriel let out an annoyed sigh as he watched the heavy door of his office, his leg bouncing and making his desk rattle slightly. He’d been waiting for at least ten minutes now. After another minute or so of nothing, he decided to go back to work. He had important things and staring at the damn door wasn’t going to make you come any faster. He tried to settle into work again, but he just couldn’t focus with you on his mind. He wasn’t mad, just worried and anxious that something more serious was going on. If anything he was mad at himself. He never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t tell him something. You’d been avoiding him, and seemingly everyone for a few days now, hiding out somewhere obviously hard to find when it was time for training, or when it was free time for all agents. You showed up for meals, but only for enough time to get food and get out, and the only time other Blackwatch agents had seen you in the barracks was at night and early in the morning, before you went off again. Gabriel let out an annoyed huff and ran a hand through his hair, staring down at the head of the next copy of the paperwork, but not really registering the words. His mind was somewhere else until he finally heard the heavy metal door slide open.

You shuffled in, dressed a baggy gray sweat-shirt almost like his and sweatpants instead of the usual Blackwatch uniforms. Your hair looked messy and unwashed, and even from here he could see your eyes were puffy and red. You looked at the ground as you walked over, avoiding Gabriel’s eyes. He sighed in a mixture of relief and heartbreak, so glad to finally see you but disappointed to see you like this. He stood up, forgetting entirely about his work and almost spilling the cup of coffee on his desk. He wouldn’t even have cared if he did. Gabriel brought you into a tight hug before you could do anything.

“I was so worried,” He breathed into your hair and pulled you back slightly to look into your eyes. “Where have you been?”

You just sighed and pulled him back in, burying your face in his chest. He still wanted an answer, but he wasn’t going to push you, so he just leaned down to kiss the top of your head and held you close to him.

“I-I’m sorry I haven’t been showing up to training and stuff,” You finally mumbled, and felt him sigh.

“I don’t care about that,” He retorted and pulled back again in hopes that you would look at him. This time you did, and he smiled softly, caressing the side of your face and rubbing your cheek lightly with his thumb. “I just want to know why you’ve been avoiding me. Did something happen?”

“I… I just,” You sighed, leaning into his touch. “I keep on thinking about you and the rest of Blackwatch and then… me.”

“What about you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His grip around you tightened a little. “Is someone bothering you?”

“No, no,” You shook your head, smiling a little at the memory of that last time a recruit bothered you. They were doing three times the workload of everyone else for a week. “No one’s bothering me… I just… I feel like I shouldn’t be here… I don’t deserve to be.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” He retorted, but his voice was gentle. “You’re amazing at what you do, you’re smarter than every other agent I have here, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in the world. And I’m not saying that just because I’m your boyfriend. I’m talking to you as your commander too.”

“I’ve failed my last two missions,” You retorted, looking away from him. You wanted to believe him but a little voice in the back of your head told you he was actually saying it just to make you happy. “You’re… you’re you. You’re the leader of Blackwatch and you can take down giant omnics with shotguns. And I’m just… me.”

“And I’ve almost died a few times. I’ve failed missions,” He shot back, “I’m human, just like you. We all make mistakes. That doesn’t make you worthless. I’ve seen you do amazing things, and what you do on the field doesn’t matter.”

His words were sincere, and the way he looked into your eyes, still rubbing your cheek made them true. You felt your eyes sting, and you pulled yourself closer to hide your face again. You felt his arms tighten around you, and his nose nuzzle into your hair. He continued, “I love you for you. Not how good of an agent you are, although I am proud of that. You’re beautiful and smart and amazing. You don’t know how special you are to me.”

You started crying after he stopped, sniffling into his jacket, but not because you were sad, or he had said anything you didn’t like. They were more tears of joy. Gabriel’s words meant a lot, and you needed to hear them. They didn’t solve everything but they sure as hell helped, and you knew he meant every bit of it. You felt Gabriel’s chest rise as he sighed, placing another kiss on the top of your head. He just held you for a while, murmuring sweet nothings as you got everything out. You felt exhausted after crying, and Gabriel could tell by the bags under your eyes as he looked down at you.

“Come on, cariño, let’s go watch something and then get you some sleep,” He kissed you softly on the lips before he swept your legs out from under you and picked you up bridal style. You yelped in surprise, and he chuckled.

You smiled and elbowed him in the chest lightly, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. Once the dry tears were away you relaxed into him, letting him carry you off to the room attached to his office. “Gabe?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

a concept: Married couple Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are lying on a couch in their shared apartment in St. Petersburg, Russia. Yuuri is wearing sweatpants and Victor’s hand is on his thigh. They’re talking about plans for their upcoming anniversary, searching through restaurant reviews on Yelp. Yuuri is distracted by the phone, hair tousled from the pillow and words sleepily strung together. Victor is looking at Yuuri like he’s the center of his gravity, his unconditional anchor in an endless sea.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

When Ravenclaws are going to a class for the first time, they get really nervous and triple check that they’re in the right room. If by chance they end up in the wrong room, they won’t leave because it’s after the professor has said what class it is and everyone is settled in their seats. The Ravenclaw doesn’t want everyone to watch them as they walk out, and they just accept the absence from the class they were supposed to be in.

I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.

This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.

I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.

Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.

Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.

Safe Places.

Based on an ask I received!
I apologize, the story had to be edited so I rewrote the whole thing here!

Original idea by: @lightderin

Lance looked around at the accusing glares of his teammates, all different intensities. He smiled nervously, “Oops.”

They had been mapping out locations in the observatory of safe planets to land, or easy places to wormhole, in the case of an attack that needed quick escape.

The team had been at it for hours, and had over 120 spots pinpointed over multiple galaxies.

Lance, who had found the entire ordeal quite boring, had strolled away to check out the little holograms floating around.

He couldn’t help that it was hard for him to pay attention, ADHD did that to a person. Focusing just wasn’t his gig.

The blue paladin had started across the other side of the room, hands in his pockets and he just looked.

Until he thought he found Earth.

He should know what it looked like, he stared at its little hologram nearly every night.

Lance missed home.
He missed the people back there.

Without much thought, Lance reached forward to zoom in, a happy little smile on his lips.

Home.

Look at it, just right there—

“Aw, what the heck?!” A chorus of shouts came from behind and Lance jumped.

He turned to see the team staring at him, looking annoyed and tired. “Hm?”

Pidge motioned frantically to the hologram around them, “Lance, we lost our spot! We lost our points!”

Lance blinked, “…how?”

Keith groaned, “Idiot, because you were screwing around with the screen!”

Lance frowned, looking back at Earth, and saw how zoomed in it was and how the constellations and stars around him had changed too.

Oh, he didn’t think that one through.
Lance looked back at them and smiled nervously, “Oops?”

He was answered with grumbles, and a yawn from Hunk. They were tired and now were too frustrated to get significantly angry.

“Let’s go to bed, we can start again in the morning.” Shiro said, rubbing his forehead. “You too Lance.”

Lance rubbed his neck, looking at the ground as the team and the Altean duo walked past him.

He grunted when Keith bumped into him, “Watch where you’re going, Lance.” The red paladin spat.

Lance frowned.
Keith was the one who bumped into him!

“Oh yeah, mull—”
He was alone in the observatory.

He took a shaky breath, watching the doors close behind his friends, and sulked.

Great.
He had annoyed them all, again.

Why could he just keep his hands to himself? Look don’t touch, his mama had always said.

Lance sighed, arms coming up to pull up his hood and put it over his head. A safe place, where he could only see forward, and no one could see him.

Hoods were nice.
When you can only look back at your mistakes, they allow you to dream ahead and block out any side distractions.

It was a new world, your own world, and provided the blue paladin with a sense of security.

Safe.

He sat down, back in front of Earth, letting it float nearer to him and he watched it carefully.

The blue light illuminating the white space his head was tucked into, and it was just those two.

Lance and Earth.
She was such a pretty lady.

His sadness escaped through a sigh, and he allowed himself to be calm.

Tonight, he would fix it.
Lance would stay up all night and go through the map an replot every point.

And as morning came, the hood would come off, and Lance would feel a little better.

Everything would be okay.

It had to be, otherwise what would have been the point of staying up all night to do all of this for his team?

He skipped breakfast, as that time came the following morning. Not that he was incredibly hungry anyway.

“203…204, wait, no…” Lance put down another point, rubbing his eyes and swaying in his spot.

Lance had marked down every point they had previously plotted, and finding he hadn’t been able to sleep, continued on.

The blue paladin barely noticed as a door opened behind him, and the team entered.

“Wh— Lance? We thought you were still sleeping, you weren’t at breakfast.” Princess Allura said with a hint of surprise in her tone.

Lance chuckled, “Nah, thought I would finish up some of our plotting.”

Team Voltron and the Alteans were staring in awe at the color coordinated dots that glowed amongst the light blue holographic model.

“What is this?” Shiro asked.

Lance looked over, rubbing an eye.
“I felt horrible last night, messing up the work you guys did. So I stayed up and fixed it. I even took the time to color coordinate them by condition, size, and whether or not they are open at certain times.”

Each had their jaw dropped, staring at their blue paladin. He had done all of that?

“Did you sleep at all?” Hunk spoke up, brows furrowed as he stared at his friend.

The poor kid looked drained; skin paled, bags under his eyes, and red in the corners.

He was exhausted.

It took them a moment to process this, watching as Lance sat down and smiled at them. “I even found more. In at over two hundred charted locations giving the correct conditions.”

Keith said it. “Idiot.”

Lance blinked, visibly flinching at the sudden words, not what he had expected at all.

“What…?”

Pidge looked annoyed, although it was probably at the fact Lance had done something tech related better than her for once.

“You stayed up ALL NIGHT? On a map that wasn’t even that important?” She said, gaping.

Lance paused, “Not that…Wh… But you guys got so upset when I messed it up, an worked on it all day!”

Keith rolled his eyes, “Yeah, it needed done, but it wasn’t life or death. Look at you!”

Shiro, in a nicer tone, agreed. “He’s right, Lance. You didn’t have to do this, and it’s not healthy putting yourself through such stress.”

Hunk bit his lip, “I mean, you’re really tired right? What if, What o Zarkon attacked and you just fell asleep durin battle?”

“He would KILL you.” Allura confirmed. Coran nodded.

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.”

Lance looked around at his friends, not believing what he was hearing in the slightest.

How could they accuse him like this?
How could they be so rude?

Lance had done this for them, staying up all night to fix his mistake. He had wants to make them happy!

The blue paladin wanted to be apart of the team and help out for once, even if it was in a simple manner.

He hadn’t wanted to be reprimanded for a deed he believed was good.

Frustrated tears appeared, and Lance crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, I’ll go to bed. Do what you want with that.”

He stood up, swayed, and nearly toppled over with exhaustion. Lance couldn’t stand the worried looks he was getting.

The hood came back up.
Things were supposed to have been okay.

Lance marched to his room, rubbing his nose with an aggravated sniff and glaring the tears away.

It wasn’t okay.
Why couldn’t it ever be okay?

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Okay Hufflepuff Rant coming through

So, I see so much stuff about Hufflepuffs being cuddly and nice and sweet, and it’s great, because they’re not wrong.

We’re sweet, we like to do nice things for people, it makes us feel good inside. We love to cuddle and snuggle up with people, we love big sweaters and fluffy blankets.

We love to bake and we love sharing what we make with others. We get emotional easily, we put others before ourselves. We love sunshine and sugar and everything nice, it’s true. But that’s not all we are.

We are determined, if we want something, we work for it, even if it’s hard or painful. If it’s worth it we’re in it until we get what we want, or because it’s the right thing to do.

We are stubborn, we don’t like being told what to do. We do things our way, or grudgingly, and trust me we can hold a grudge. If you piss us off we arent just agitated we are royally pissed, like, Ashley-Ketchadorian-you-were-supposed-to-be-watching-the-door pissed.

We swear like sailors, not around family or little kids, but by ourselves or around friends, you better fucking believe we’re going to say whatever tumbles out of our mouths.

We love our friends and accept and comfort them, but if they do something completely stupid, you better believe we’re going to chew them out for it.

Snappy comebacks, good Lord here’s one nobody ever adds. Most people think it might be the slytherins with a quick tongue, or the clever ravenclaws, but oh no, no no no it’s us, the Hufflepuffs. Not even a second to actually think before words come flying out of our mouths. Whether to add to a witty conversation or to bicker with someone, Hufflepuffs will surprise you with this one.

Another thing, there’s also a lot about how sweet Hufflepuffs are, but when they get mad, they get mad, as I mentioned briefly above. But to add to that thought, Hufflepuffs don’t just get mad, Hufflepuffs will verbally d e s t r o y you, if you give them a reason.

So yeah, we bake and we loves cats, good God we love cats, and we love everything and everyone, but we are a lot more than that too.

Have a nice night everyone. :)