wow is this the first self-centric post you’ve posted here that’s totally unrelated to your follower count? good job maddie pat urself on the back maddie
i really need help. im currently in the midst of an audition process for the addams family @ my new school and i would kill to be wednesday. (sounds like something wednesday would say im getting there!!) unfortunately, circumstances at my old school have made it so my self-esteem is at its lowest point. can anyone help me with auditions and helping w breathing & belting & stuff? would be greatly appreciated thank youuuuu
By Monday, everyone had begun to notice your unusual behaviour.
It was obvious that you were trying to put up some kind of front around your friends, but nobody was buying it. And although Bucky was sure that Nat had figured out what was going on alongside Steve and Wanda, no one said a word.
You avoided him and the subject like the plague. Feigned illnesses, impromptu assignments, and unexplained disappearances were becoming more and more common and it was only a matter of time until someone brought it up.
That someone was Sam.
Wednesday night he discreetly pulled Steve to the side after dinner, voice low and face solemn. You’d been absent again that evening, claiming to have an upset stomach, and Sam had had enough. Although it had seemed an unspoken rule not to bring up your behaviour, the situation was getting out of hand and he had to at least try asking about what was going on.
Steve’s face softened as his friend spoke and Bucky watched in silence, slowly wandering closer as he used his enhanced senses to listen in on their conversation.
“If you can’t tell me what’s going on, at least let me know if she’s okay.” Sam pushed, eyebrows knit together in worry.
The prompt 131. Sterek. I just started following you because of your amazing writing. It's super duper good. And you just need to now that I'm really awed by it.
Thank you so much!! That really means a lot to me. And I’m sorry it took me so long to get to your prompt, but hopefully you enjoy this bit of College AU misunderstandings and fluff that it inspired :)
Derek has let the boys in room 309 get away with a lot over the past semester, but this might finally test the limits of his patience.
The thing is, he’s not the most unreasonable Resident Advisor on campus. He knows he was a bit of a hardass last year, before he figured out how to balance the job with his overly ambitious course load. And he knows that the students who live on his floor are equally afraid of him as they are likely the ones behind the rumors that he’s a eunuch.
But he has a staunch ‘live and let live’ policy that most of them are too grateful for to complain about. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of their hijinks, and gets left alone in relative peace, he doesn’t care what they do. And he would, honestly, really rather not know the gory details of it all anyway.
It’s a philosophy not unlike the one Derek applies to his personal life, such as it is. Over the years, he’s found that his day-to-day existence runs a whole lot smoother if people just leave him the hell alone and let him return the favor by burying himself in his books and leaving them the hell alone right back.
The boys in room 309 are so far the only ones who have decided to actively push at the limitations of this system.
Violation after violation–from the time McCall harbored five different stray animals in there for an entire month, to the time Stilinski started charging random passersby for life advice with a cardboard “the doctor is in” sign on their door, and actually turned a not-insignificant profit because everyone thought he was collecting for charity–and Derek has let it all slide.
Not this time.
“Shut up,” he says the moment he reaches where Stiles is fidgeting in the hallway outside his locked dorm room.
Stiles scoffs. “Rude.”
“It’s one thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. I’m allowed.” He pulls his master key out of his pocket and makes to open the door, but Stiles leans forward with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
“Come on, you know you love our little late night chats.”
God help Derek, he actually does. Secretly, very deep down, he kind of does. Or, well, he would, if they didn’t take place a handful of hours before his alarm is set to go off.
You pulled down your
sleeve, making sure to cover the crude words on your hand. Since you
were little, you had always dreamed about what your soulmate would say
to you. Your questions were answered when the beautifully carved words
appeared on your hand when you were 16. Years later now, the prospect of
meeting your soulmate made you more nervous with each year.
Your friends and their
friends all had sweet messages engraved on their skin. From cute pick up
lines, to quirkier ones, to greetings, to normal words someone
would say upon meeting their soulmate. But you? No. You were the
exception. Sure, it made you anxious to meet your beloved but at the
same time, you were comforted that despite how crazy the words were,
they were unique. They were different from all the others.
“Earth to Y/N,” Pietro called out, “It’s time.”
Brushing aside your thoughts, you nodded. “Right, sorry.”
“Were you having innapropriate thoughts about me again?” He teased.
“You know what, Maximoff?”
Clint shot Pietro a
warning look for him to behave. “We’re at the drop zone. Remember, bring
in the target unharmed,” he glanced at Pietro again, “that means no
“I swear, it was an accident,” Pietro mumbled.
You stepped off the jet
while Pietro sped past, purposely close to you so the sudden burst of
air caught you off guard. You growled and caught up to him. “Clint said
no speed unless needed.”
“Clint says a lot of things,” Pietro drawled in a heavy accent, “most of which I don’t listen to.”
Puppy dogs with droopy faces, unicorns and dancing mice, sunrise in wide open spaces, DISNEY WORLD I’LL GO THERE TWICE!- butterflies and picnic lunches, bunches of chrysanthemums, lollipops and pillow fights aND CHRISTMAS EVE. SUGAR PLUMS!- String quartets and chia pets and afternoon banana splits, angels watching as I sleep and LIBERACES GREATEST HITS!
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.