well they seem to be having a blast

Most of us guessed that Navy would end up betraying everyone by the end of the episode. 

I don’t think most of us expected that having her go from this:

to this:

would be really good for Lapis’ mental health.

And despite certain people’s fears about certain story boarders… this was actually very much in character for her. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Lapis has always been cynical, even in her pre mirror days. After she escaped she went from cynical to detached and apathetic. Not an unexpected defense mechanism for someone who was trapped in an inanimate object for 6,000 years. But she has made progress. She trusts Steven and Peridot. Enough not only to express her concerns, but to essentially make a confession.

Life on Earth is really confusing. It took me a long time to get use to it. I’m still getting use to it.

Given everything that’s happened to her on Earth, it’s only natural that she’s having a hard time adjusting. But she’s just confessed her biggest insecurity: she knows she’s having a hard time dealing with what she’s been through, while having to get use to to living a normal life on the planet where her greatest traumas happened. Before the rebellion she would have done her job and left for the next planet, Earth having been a distant memory by this time. But now she can never leave. Earth has to become home. 

She wants to move on, but feels guilty about how difficult actually doing that is.

So here comes this I-Insta-Love-All-Things-Earth ruby, who seems freakishly well adjusted from the moment she crashes face first into the planet. Never mind that she was lied to not once, but twice, by the crystal gems. Never mind that she was blasted out into space and abandoned while they stole her ship. All is instantly forgiven and she just wants to be a part of their happy family.

Worse yet? The people Lapis cares most about just buy it. They go right along with it as though Navy’s behavior is perfectly normal. It took time for Lapis to even begin to be okay with the idea of living in Earth and forgiving the crystal gems- she’s still working on it, and it’s painful. She’s worked so hard for every inch of progress she’s made, and here’s someone who’s seemingly able to move on the same day they got to Earth.

I just don’t get it. Why is it so easy for her when it was so hard for me? 

So when the perfectly well adjusted Navy turned out to be a gleeful sociopath  gleefully hell bent on revenge, everything fell into place.

Navy’s sudden but inevitable betrayal was the best thing to happen for Lapis’ mental health to date.

So what’s the take away from this? 1) People react differently to trauma. 2) Just because someone seems well adjusted doesn’t mean they are. 3) It’s okay to take a long time to heal from your traumas. It’s okay for it to be a constant work in progress. It’s okay not to be okay. 

And at the end of the day, that realization can almost feel like happiness. 

Pokemon Asks: TMs (ORAS)

TM01:Hone Claws - What is one sure fire way to pick a fight with you?
TM02:Dragon Claw - What kind of mythical beast would you want to be?
TM03:Psyshock - Share one thing you enjoyed that you didn’t expect to.
TM04:Calm Mind - What relaxes you?
TM05:Roar - Name something that scares you.
TM06:Toxic - How does someone get on your bad side?
TM07:Hail - What bad habits do you have?
TM08:Bulk Up - What would you like to be able to improve about yourself?
TM09:Venoshock - Talk about what can ruin your day.
TM10:Hidden Power - Share some hidden talents.
TM11:Sunny Day - What improves you day?
TM12:Taunt - Share some trash talk/pick a fight with someone.
TM13:Ice Beam - Name something that makes you cry.
TM14:Blizzard - How do you react to being angry?
TM15:Hyper Beam - What is something you’ve gone overboard with?
TM16:Light Screen - What do you want to protect?
TM17:Protect - Share what you’d give your life for.
TM18:Rain Dance - Do you believe in luck?
TM19:Roost - Where do you feel safe?
TM20:Safeguard - Are you superstitious? 
TM21:Frustration - How do you process or work through your emotions?
TM22:Solar Beam - Do you have any aggressive traits?
TM23:Smack Down - Are you quick to anger?
TM24:Thunderbolt - What do you think is unavoidable in your life?
TM25:Thunder - Share something shocking that happened to you.
TM26:Earthquake - Talk about a very emotional experience you’ve had.
TM27:Return - What bad habits do you have?
TM28:Dig - Do you tend to avoid responsibility?
TM29:Psychic - Do you believe in fate?
TM30:Shadow Ball - List some things you consider scary.
TM31:Brick Break - How do you think you’ve improved?
TM32:Double Team - What do you think are some of your good points?
TM33:Reflect - Do you treat others how they treat you?
TM34:Sludge Wave - Do you suffer from any physical ailments?
TM35:Flamethrower - How do you exact your revenge?
TM36:Sludge Bomb - What insults do you use when pushed too far?
TM37:Sandstorm - Name some pet peeves.
TM38:Fire Blast - What is something others do that bothers you?
TM39:Rock Tomb - What do you do when someone backs you into a corner?
TM40:Aerial Ace - What kind of skills do you have?
TM41:Torment - Do you ever feel guilty about your choices?
TM42:Facade - Have you ever pretended to be something you are not?
TM43:Flame Charge - Are you prone to being reckless?
TM44:Rest - Can you sleep easy at night?
TM45:Attract - How can someone get your attention?
TM46:Thief - What do you envy of others?
TM47:Low Sweep - Are you willing to use underhanded tactics?
TM48:Round - How do you handle betrayal?
TM49:Echoed Voice - Do you talk to yourself?
TM50:Overheat - What does it take to get you flustered?
TM51:Steel Wing - What do you do to express your gratitude?
TM52:Focus Blast - How well do you focus on tasks?
TM53:Energy Ball - What gets you pumped up?
TM54:False Swipe - Share some moments when you were merciful.
TM55:Scald - Name an instance you were burned by someone.
TM56:Fling - What are you careless about?
TM57:Charge Beam - Are you tactical or impulsive?
TM58:Sky Drop - When have you let someone down?
TM59:Incinerate - What have you done in anger that you regret?
TM60:Quash - What sort of goals do you have?
TM61:Will-O-Wisp - Who seems out of your reach?
TM62:Acrobatics - Do you have trouble saying no to others?
TM63:Embargo - What can you not go without in your life?
TM64:Explosion - Do you have a temper?
TM65:Shadow Claw - Do you tell lies?
TM66:Payback - Is there anything someone might take revenge on you for?
TM67:Retaliate - Can you forgive and forget?
TM68:Giga Impact - Share something that changed your outlook on life.
TM69:Rock Polish - What do you like to do in quiet moments?
TM70:Flash - What do you find disorienting?
TM71:Stone Edge - Would you be willing to surrender?
TM72:Volt Switch - Do you have any advice to share?
TM73:Thunder Wave - When have you been unable to act out of fear?
TM74:Gyro Ball - How do you handle failure?
TM75:Swords Dance - When you gain the upper hand do you gloat?
TM76:Struggle Bug - Are you inclined to avoid hard work?
TM77:Psych Up - Name a popular trend you fell into.
TM78:Bulldoze - Do you have social grace?
TM79:Frost Breath - What do you do when you give the cold shoulder?
TM80:Rock Slide - Share an accident you had that had consequences.
TM81:X-Scissor - How do you handle success?
TM82:Dragon Tail - Name something you thought you’d lost that you hadn’t?
TM83:Infestation - List some things that frustrate you.
TM84:Poison Jab - What do you do when slighted? 
TM85:Dream Eater - What fears do you worry will become reality?
TM86:Grass Knot - Share some obstacles you’ve overcome.
TM87:Swagger - What do you do when your pride is wounded?
TM88:Sleep Talk - What do you dream about?
TM89:U-Turn - How do you get out things you don’t want to do?
TM90:Substitute - What bores you?
TM91:Flash Cannon - What fantastic things you believe in?
TM92:Trick Room - Are you a gambler?
TM93:Wild Charge - Do you consider the consequences before acting?
TM94:Secret Power - What do others look for from you?
TM95: Snarl - What do you hate to be told?
TM96:Nature Power - Which weaknesses do you hate?
TM97:Dark Pulse - Name some childhood fears.
TM98:Power-Up Punch - What do you fight for?
TM99:Dazzling Gleam - What amazes you?
TM100:Confide - Who do you trust?

anonymous asked:

"some people have never ever encountered a bad one and think they’re just inherently great" - Yup, I can relate to that. Any tips on how to imagine what being in a bad environment means?

Sure. 

So imagine you’re at work one day when a fire alarm starts going off. Everyone clears the building, and the fire trucks come, and determine that it is a false alarm, and tell everyone to get back to work.

Except you can still hear the alarm. And it’s going off everywhere, too, in the coffee shop where you sometimes go when you get to work before the building is unlocked and in the student library across the street. And no one else minds it - they can hear it, if you ask them, but they don’t seem affected by it. 

So you try to get back to work, but you’re not really going to be very productive, because your concentration gets interrupted every ten seconds and after two hours you have a pounding headache and you wear earplugs and headphones but they only sort of help and also everyone thinks you’re being antisocial, wearing earplugs and headphones. 

At the end of the day you debate whether to drive home, because you’re not really safe on the road, what with the fire alarm drowning out traffic sounds and the headache. Maybe instead you take the bus, and get home an hour late, and your partner wants to watch TV with you but you have to bow out because you had an awful day, which you explain and apologize for and then go straight to bed.

And can’t sleep because the fire alarm is still going off right next to you.

Maybe you take a week off work to research hearing solutions, or ask your friends to research hearing solutions, or go to the doctor, or investigate how something like this happened. And a week turns into two, because you still can’t concentrate and you still don’t have a fix, and after two you really have to go back or you’ll lose your job. So you go to work and buckle down, but you’re sleep-deprived and can’t concentrate, and your commute is an hour longer each way because now you have to take the bus, and you know that even though you’re trying way harder than you ever had to at work - because usually you just had to do your job, you didn’t have to brush tons of pain and distraction and exhaustion out of the way just to do your job - your work quality is worse. You stay late to try to make up for it. It’s still worse. 

You can’t do your share of the housework, because you have three fewer hours in your day and feel terrible when you get home. Your partner asks you to run minor errands and you have to say “no, I can’t” - or maybe you say “yes, I can” and then a fire-alarm blast drives it out of your head and they have to remind you, or maybe you try and get halfway to the store and have to turn around because you have less energy than you thought. 

The thing I’m gesturing at here is - even if you do absolutely everything right, have a great work ethic and are really committed to your responsibilities and advocate well for yourself and take all the adaptive mechanisms available to you, if there is a fire alarm going off all of the time you are going to seem like a bad worker and a bad partner and a bad housemate. There just isn’t an amount of Protestant Work Ethic and Moral Virtue that can compensate for being sleep-deprived, miserable, unable to concentrate and in constant low-key pain. 

Now imagine you lose your job, because you can’t do it anymore, and Partner can’t support you. If you try to tell new employers “look, I can only do about a quarter of the work, but I’ll accept a quarter of the salary” they don’t call you back. If they ask why you left your last job and you answer truthfully, they don’t call you back. You can either pretend you’re healthy, and fake it like hell when you get a job, or you can fail to pay the bills. What’s the ethical thing to do now? What would a person in this situation do if they were maximally virtuous? Ask their social circle for help? What if this has been going on for ten years, and their social circle doesn’t understand what’s wrong with them and suspects them of faking it and is no longer interested in helping?

The difference between my sick self and my healthy self felt a lot like the difference between how I normally am and how I am with a fire alarm going off. I am pretty sure that the natural variance, in humans, in ability to do things, is as significant as the difference between you-with-a-fire-alarm and you-normally. Someone wrote on that post:

i ‘choose’ not to work because sensory processing disorder means the overload builds up day to day until – anywhere from a week to a few months in, depending on how noisy and busy the job is and how much i let the rest of my life be reduced to lying in a dark room trying to recover – i bluescreen and can’t function at all. like, never mind doing my job, i can’t put my pants on or drive a car, i can’t even function enough to get to my job.

i didn’t deserve to starve when i was on my own and repeatedly going through this cycle of struggling to work and getting fired. but i did starve. i wasn’t lazy; i was working harder than anyone. but mostly i was working to function through an ever-thickening chaos of misfiring neurons, so it didn’t ‘count’, and republicans still thought my food stamp money should have gone into their pockets because they work soooo hard.

This isn’t a hypothetical. This is how the world works for lots of people, some of whom are sometimes normal and have a reference point for what they’re capable of and some of whom don’t and think they just suck. And if you don’t think that a fire alarm going off would make you suddenly deserve to starve - if you think that worthiness of happiness is probably about things other than whether a fire alarm is going off - then I think you just have to conclude that lots of people are starving who aren’t all that different from you and me.

anonymous asked:

Can you do an angsty piece where y/n is super super nice to harry but he's always a dick to her but she tries to brush it off even though it hurts her but one day it all gets too much and harry realises and tries to apologise and make it up to her pleaseee?

It was little things like forgetting to kiss you goodbye and accidentally ignoring you if you tried to talk to him while he was working on things. At first, you thought it must just be a sign of leaving the honeymoon phase. That’s all this was, it had to be.

But then the little things grow into things that sort of chip away at your self esteem, things that have you wondering if Harry even wants you around. You can’t remember the last time he told you he loved you. You’re not sure even the last time he asked you about your day or work or anything, really. You always asked him about his day, you let him vent about work, always hoping at the end of it he’d steer the conversation to you, but he hadn’t in a long time.

You keep working yourself up to say something to him, to ask him if he even wants you anymore, but you always chicken out. Instead, you listen to his breathing slow on the opposite side of the bed and cry yourself to sleep when he doesn’t reach for you.

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Prompt - Generals/Pidge (platonic): She’s brilliance, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. Pidge and the Galra Girls hang out and they secretly adopt her. Even if they have to act like enemies on the battlefield. Girls stick together.

For @januarycarnation​ !!!

“So, we’re stuck here,” Zethrid groaned.

“Yup,” Ezor responded.

“In a prison.”

“Yup.”

“With her,” Zethrid pointed to the small girl in the corner that was paying the generals no attention. She seemed to be fiddling with some fancy piece of technology. Before Zethrid could question where the green paladin obtained said object, the paladin spoke up.

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anonymous asked:

1/2 Elsewhere U: For a new semester, a student shows up that half the fae avoid like the plague, and half seem to near worship. They already know the rules, without anyone having to explain. When their roommate finally asks them (in a room lined in salt, and "Ironman" blasting over their whispers) the student smiles. When they were young, they say, they entered into a game against one of the High Fae, not truly understanding how the game was played or the cost of a soul. But their innocence was

2/2 a protection, and they played to win. Now they have a bit of magic, and the High Fae? Well, someone had to pay the cost. (Their roommate isn’t sure whether it’s safer in this person shadow, or as far away as possible, not when their smile sometimes appears to stretch, wide and white, a hint of the Fair Ones…)             

Although the Gentry do not lose with grace, they will not challenge a fair victory. But neither will they play so fairly the next time around. The victor walks carefully and does not offend.

(’playing ironman at full volume’ made me absolutely lose it hahaha)

Just Roommates?

I like this one a lot because Auston is my babe.  I would defend this boy with my life ok?  Anyways, please remember my requests are always open and i am a huge fan of positive criticism.  

-Cassie


Originally posted by willynylanders

           “Just roommates?  Are you sure? You’re definitely his type so I don’t think you’re just roommates.”  That’s all you’ve heard since the minute you picked up Auston’s sister Alexandria from the airport.  She just didn’t seem to understand why the two of you shared an apartment and she continued to ask.

           “How many times do I have to say that your brother and I are only roommates, friends too I guess but definitely just friends” you say turning up the radio so she wouldn’t say anything else.

           “See, perfect example” she says reaching out and turning the radio down “he blasts the radio so I shut up, it doesn’t usually work.”

           “I think most people do that, well here we are” you smile parking the car in your regular parking spot “thank goodness” you add quietly.

           The ride in the elevator up to yours and Auston’s apartment was quiet, thankfully, and you were thankful to be home until you realized Auston wasn’t home.  Still at practice, the reason he couldn’t pick his sister up.  So, you decided to be a good roommate/friend and pick up his sister.  

           “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You ask politely helping carry in her bags.  For someone only staying a week she had a lot of bags.  “Auston should be back soon, practice was over at 2:00 and it’s 3:00 now.”

           “We can just wait and go out for a late lunch thing” she smiles sitting down on the couch.  “So, what do you do?  This doesn’t seem like a very cheap place”

           Is she asking if you and Auston share the rent equally?  Is she insinuation that you’re mooching a place to live off Auston. “I’m a student, and I work part time and my parents also help me out a little bit” pausing before I continue “If you’re asking if I pay equal rent I do.”

           “Alex you’ve been here an hour and you’re already pissing off my roommate” thank goodness Auston got back now, Alexandria is a lot to handle.

           You retreat to your room letting them have a little alone time since it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other.  “(y/n)” Auston yells from the living room “we’re going to lunch, come on.”

           What?  You had assumed lunch was going to be a sibling thing, why were you being asked, scratch that told.  Never the less you grab your phone, wallet, and jacket, meeting Auston and Alexandria in the front room.  “Sorry, I didn’t realize this wasn’t a family thing.”

           “(y/n) you’re Auston’s girlfriend you are family” Alexandria shakes her head.

           “Sorry my what?” Auston nearly yells looking directly at you as if you did something wrong.

           “Ok Auston no need to look at me like I have ten heads, she’s been going on about us dating since the second she got in my car” you say slipping into your shoes “plus would me being your girlfriend be that bad?”  One look at his face causes you to break out laughing, causing him and Alexandria to laugh as well.  

           You and Auston have a regular friend/roommate relationship, with a few tequila induced, deep secret confessions here and there and sure he’s an attractive guy but you would never feel ‘that’ way about the Leafs number one rookie.  You couldn’t because he would never feel that way about you.  

           Lunch went by with a lot of questions, Alexandria making comments about you and Auston dating, but mostly laughing at Auston’s expense thanks to Alex’s stories about Auston’s childhood and some more recent ones too.  Alex had passed out around 11:00, after a long day of travelling you were a little surprised she made it that long.  

           You went to be shortly after but spent ages tossing and turning.  Deciding it’s pointless you get up to use the washroom you pass Auston’s room noticing the light still on.  Blaming it on your sleepy brain you knock quietly on his door when a quiet “come in” results you open it standing in the doorway.

           “You’re still awake?” he asks concern laced in his voice and your heart flutters.  Boys didn’t usually show much concern for you, especially boys like Auston.  “Is everything ok?”

           “I couldn’t sleep so I got up and saw you light was on” why did you knock on his door in the first place?  “Why are you still awake?”

           “Too much going on in my head.  Come in, I don’t want to wake Alex up” he says patting a spot on his bed for you to sit.

           “Are you stressing yourself out about hockey again?” This is how conversations have started before.  When Auston was in a scoring draught you talked to him and cheered him up, when every time he got a point the Leafs lost and he thought he was a curse you talked to him and cheered him up, when Matt Martin got into a fight for him and he hated himself for it you cheered him and countless other situations too,

           “No just thinking about some stuff, nothing to worry about.”

           “If it’s keeping you up it is something to worry about” you say quietly while pushing his hair back, a habit you picked up because it annoyed you when it fell over his face “Do you want to talk about it?”

           “Just what Alex was saying about me and you” he paused laughing a little “she’s crazy.” BANG! Did someone just shoot you in the heart? Because that’s definitely what it felt like.  Every muscle in your body stiffening.  Auston took notice because his hand turned your face to look at him before continuing. “Unless she’s not crazy and what she said isn’t crazy and maybe me and you dating isn’t so far fetched.”  

           “I take back my previous statement asking if you wanted to talk about it” you say quickly starting to get up but all your efforts being halted when Auston grabs your hand.  

           “No way, I started there’s no way this conversation isn’t happening.  But if Alex is crazy and you have absolutely no feelings for me we can pretend this never happened” do you have feelings for him, that’s the question here.  “Judging by the pink in your cheeks and the fact that you’ve moved closer to me, and haven’t moved back when I moved closer to you, I don’t think that you think Alex is crazy.”

           Wow, the both of you are really close.  So close you can feel his breath on your face.  When the hell are you ever going to get this chance again?  Based on this you make the decision to just close the space between the two of you and kiss him.  You kiss Auston Matthews.  The kiss is sweet and tentative neither of you really sure it’s happening.

           “I knew it!” is what causes you to pull away “That happened a lot quicker than I thought it would but I knew you two would be together.”

           “Go away Alex!” Auston yells throwing a pillow at her.  

           “I guess now you can go to sleep since we’ve cleared this whole thing up?” you ask him starting to get up from his bed.

           “I’m doing anything but sleeping now thanks to you” he laughs pulling you back down on his bed and bringing your lips back to his.  

           “No sex while I’m here” Alex yells out again causing you to laugh and Auston to tell her to shut up again.  

Just For A Little Bit..

Originally posted by 2nep1nk

“It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives”

Summary: That night was just suppose to be nothing but careless fun, but after drinking shot after shot that night was your first time having a one-night stand. What did you have to worry about? 99% of the time you never see the person you sleep with again… right? WRONG. What will happen when your past comes back to life to haunt you again?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 //

Part 5 everyone~ 

More Parts:

Part 6 // Part 7 //

Masterlist

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“I’m sorry! Happy?” You questioned and Bobby suddenly begins to laugh.

Again what’s so funny? You didn’t seem to crack any type of joke once so ever.

“It’s okay.. I mean there is nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes there is, I so rude back in the car and I just… I just wanted to avoid the topic of us every discussing our one night stand..” You blurted out truthfully.

Bobby looked up at you and smiled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that topic made your uncomf-”

You quickly cut Bobby off.

“It’s not that it makes me uncomfortable.. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” Bobby asks looking at you and you sighed. Truth was… You were scared to talk to Bobby after that day. You were scared that he was probably going to look at you as a person with low standard. Someone who was easy.

Bobby was extremely attractive and it would be a shame to reject him but you had worries about him looking down on you, you thought it would be best to just dodge him.

“I mean.. We slept together and that was that… I mean there isn’t much to talk about I guess.” You mumbled and Bobby looks downs and says something that leaves you in complete shock.

“If you didn’t leave that day… Wouldn’t you think you would have been with me instead of Mino..”

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Haunted Houses

Bucky x Reader
WC 1729
Warnings
swearing, haunted houses, “dead” people (like people working at the haunted house dresses like the dead), creepy children (also at the haunted house)
AN This is written for  @bookybuns fic fest and my propt is:  “Your O face is blasted across every major magazine in the world, by the way.”


Aliens? Didn’t phase you. Psychotic scientists? Pft. But haunted houses? With ghosts? And zombies? And creepy children usually with chainsaws?! No thank you. Which is why you were wondering what the hell you were doing visiting a series of haunted houses with your fellow Avengers.

Walking towards the haunted mansion, you jumped when a person wearing a mask, holding a chainsaw walked near you, “What the actual hell am I doing here?” you muttered under your breath.

Natasha was walking next to you and she laughed at your actions, “C’mon, Y/N, it’s all in fun.”

“Fun?” you raised a brow at her, “This is not my idea of fun! This is bullshit.”

She gave you a look, “Hush you and watch your language. You know the money’s going to charity. Besides,” she grinned mischievously at you, “It’ll give you a chance to cozy up to a certain super soldier.”

It was your turn to give a look, “Please,” you were getting into the lineup for the mansion, “no one believes that I’m legitimately frightened,” you frowned, “which sucks because I am!”

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The new 3D Kirby game coming out seems to be another retelling of Dream Land 1! All the bosses and locations seem to be based on that game, as well as a lot of the music remixed in this new trailer. It’s fitting since you don’t have abilities, too!

wretchedhumanbeing  asked:

hello!! i was wondering if you guys could update the bed sharing and cuddling tags??? thank uuuuu <3

bed sharing:

little spoon by bibliosexual (1/1 | 4,489 | PG13)

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

I can be your shelter ‘til it’s done. by skyblue993 (1/1 | 1,567 | PG13)

“You can sleep here,” Derek suggests quietly, then he adds completely unnecessary. “Next to me.”

Stiles’ eyes go wide for a small second, then the corners of his lips quirk up in a bashful smile which, according to Derek, is bright enough to lit up the whole room. “Yeah.. I.. I’d like that.”

Lorelei by TroubleIWant (1/1 | 9,671 | R)

Derek didn’t become a deep sea fisherman to make friends, but somehow that’s exactly what’s happened. Assuming, of course, that friendship is what’s going on between him and the deeply irritating (and attractive) man he’s managed to save. Surely they can last the few days 'till landfall without annoying each other to death… or falling into bed together. Right?

OR

Derek wasn’t entirely sure the survivor was alive when he heaved him aboard. Since spotting the lifeboat, Derek’s whole brain had been fully online, blasting panic, and even now the adrenaline made the world seem over-sharp. The man’s soft pink skin against the bright, plasticized red of his work suit seemed surreal; the length of his eyelashes jumped out, though they should have been unnoticable. The blood on his face didn’t seem to bode well for a happy ending. Neither did the way his head lolled on his neck, nor the uneven, shallow quality to his breathing.

“Let’s get you below deck,” Derek muttered at the stranger, his voice scratchy with disuse.

Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

The Dreamwalker by Deshonanana (1/5 | 1,716 | PG13)

Stiles barely believed in soulmates, yet now he was presented with having his life saved by a black wolf. A black wolf that decides to then accompany Stiles on his journey to request help from the king for his father.

Find Me Sitting Fireside by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 13,282 | PG13)

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.

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Careful Fear and Dead Devotion by freeyourheart (1/? | 3,114 | PG13)

Since losing his family, Derek Hale never imagined that he would be caught up in anything even close to his current predicament. It wasn’t the whole “someone’s trying to kill me” part that had him feeling off. That just came with being a Hale. It was other stuff that he had never even fathomed having to deal with, especially considering the way his life typically worked out. Until lately, he never even let himself toy with the idea of actually having a pack – a legitimate group of friends – that he would not only figuratively die for, but literally die for too. A pack that he knew deep down would do the same for him. He also couldn’t believe the fact that if he went through with his plan - faking his death at the hands of their rival - he would actually have to convince his pack not to avenge his death… He had people who cared about him. People that wanted to fight for him, and along side of him. Friends who would actually be devastated if something bad were to happen to him. He had people who loved him. And even though the world currently seemed set on destroying him, he couldn’t help but feel whole and warm and good. He couldn’t help but share that love. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. Damn, was it a good one.

let Qui-Gons be Qui-Gons by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 1,512 | G)

Derek had made reservations for them at the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in all of Beacon County over two months ago, reserving them a table for two in a private section. So, of course, the day of their reservation, Stiles gets hurt and ruins everything.

The Thawing of Our Hearts by shadowhunter167 (1/1 | 1,499 | G)

“It kinda hurts to breathe,” Stiles whispers, letting his head drop to Derek’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re literally freezing.”

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Or, the Sterek fic where they piss off a witch, Stiles is literally freezing, and Derek’s really warm.

Weekend Stay for Prospective Students

Weekend Stays for Prospective Students in Elsewhere University are something that had to be planned cautiously, from what places to show to what to put in the introduction pamphlets (not just information, other things too), and who were going to be Tour Guides and Hosts for the students.
Being chosen for one of these jobs was an honour and a curse. To be a Guide, it was given that you should be knowledgeable about the university’s layout and surroundings, about which places were safe and which not and knowing how to react when this suddenly changed. People with authority were preferred for this spot, but sometimes it was the quiet ones who knew the school better and had some especial kind of intuition as to which places were safer.
To be a Host you had to know the rules as the back of your hand, and not just know them, follow them too. Your history with the fair folk had to be as clean as possible of things like debts, favours, and people near you taken away.
Here is where the curse part comes: as a Guide or Host you are responsible for a bunch of usually high school aged teenagers who sometimes weren’t good at following rules. That, of course, wasn’t a problem for Mike, he was in his senior year, and in the three years he had served as guide and host, not one single student had gotten lost.
This stereotypical nerdy kid wasn’t going to be the first.
***
Sarah really didn’t wanted to come here. She felt wrong, as if she was being observed from all angles, and something was also following her. But Noah, who usually wasn’t energetic about anything, had been so hyped that she really couldn’t say no.
Still the weird felling prevailed, and when the guides distributed the introductory pamphlets it just intensified. First of all, if she wasn’t wrong, a little packed of what appeared to be salt or sugar wand glued to the front of the pamphlets, under it, Elsewhere University was written in a fancy font all surrounded by what appeared to be a lot of green vines, she ignored that, but she really couldn’t ignore the first thing she saw after opening the thing: a list of suggestions on how to speak, or better, how to think before speaking, immediately followed by a short set of rules.
“Noah, are you seeing this? ‘Don’t make deals’? ‘Be polite to plants and animals’? What sort of- What are you doing?!”
“Shh! Do you know if crows can eat jerky?” He asked, he had an open pack of jerky in his hands and was eyeing a nearby crow that appeared to returning his stare.
“How would I know and where even did you got jerky? I thought you didn’t liked it,” Sarah asked, side eying the crow that appeared to be very interested in the piece of jerky that Noah was timidly offering.
“A cousin from Virginia was making a visit, she brought a whole box of the stuff, I have a bunch of-” he was interrupted by one of the guides in front of everyone group.
“Attention please!” The Guide, a dark haired guy who looked like he could have been a basketball player, waited until everybody was mostly quiet to talk again, “Good. Welcome to Elsewhere University, we are glad that you have chosen this university as a possible place to study, but before we give more information, I want you to open you pamphlets and pay a detention to the suggestions and the set rules written there. I ask you that you follow those rules, for your own good- and I’m not joking” he added after hearing some snickers.
After a fast revision of the rules they were assigned of chose a partner from the other prospective students, just groups of two, no more. Sarah immediately took hold of Noah’s arm, he sometimes tended to be a bit distracted and had the custom of wandering off during field trips since he was in middle school.
“Now, stay with your partners, and wait for your hosts, they are here to protect you, they will accompany you through all your stay here, again, for your own safety, the university grounds are vast and have a big part of forests, it’s very easy to get lost. Your hosts will review the principal rules with you in more detail before we begin our trip to the dorms.” the Guide looked down to a folder in his hands, looked around and started walking toward them.
Noah looked about to ask her something (“hey have you seen my-“) but someone touched her shoulder before he could finish, “Um, excuse me, are you, um, is this your picture?” a shy looking girl was showing Sarah a picture of her in of one of those folders that all the hosts appeared to have. She wondered why her name wasn’t written there.
“Yes,” she said with a smile, ”you must be my host, my name is-“
“Wait!” the girl looked altered as if Sarah was breaking some kind of federal law, and then surprised of herself for her outburst “We… we don’t use our given names here, it’s, um, a tradition of sorts, for our own protection” she kinda whispered the last part, looking around a bit, Sarah noticed that Noah was talking to the guide who was speaking earlier. His host, she guessed, “you can call me Tina, and you should come up with a nick name too,”
“Um, ah, you can call me Lara, nice to meet you” she extended her hand for Tina to take, she wasn’t good coming up with things in short notice.
“Yeah, me too” Tina took her hand.
“So this is your friend. I’m Mike, nice to meet you miss…” Noah’s host inserted himself in the conversation, with Noah beside him.
“Lara, nice to meet you too” presentations done, they made a bit of chit-chat, revised some of the rules (Sarah looked pointedly at Noah Nathan from now on, every time rules like ‘Don’t eat food that someone gives you unless you’re sure they are human’ came up) and then started walking again with the tour. Suddenly, Mike was called from ahead, he threw an apologetic smile at them, and ran to where his name was being shouted.
They kept walking. Nathan looked near his feat, stopped, and started to crouch. Tina called her attention to something at the other side, just for a second, just one, and when she looked back Nathan was gone, she looked around a bit but couldn’t spot him, “Um, Tina? Did you saw Nathan walk away?”
“Huh, no, why?” after a some talking, Tina had opened up a bit she was still almost painfully shy, ”Wasn’t he following us?”
“Yeah, he was, but I can’t find him now”
“You mean he isn’t around?”
“Um, no, he just kinda disappeared, one second he was here and the next he wasn’t”
Tina looked around, standing in her tiptoes trying to look over the crowd and when does couldn’t find him, she turned pale. “Oh my God” she took a deep breath, her eyes open wide, “oh my God, please no,” now Sarah was a bit scared, and also somewhat confused, “please no, not the first one in three years, not in my first year” Tina was starting to hyperventilate, typing erratically in her phone. Sarah didn’t understood why she was so altered, Nathan had just wandered off, just as always, he would come back in a few minutes.
She saw Mike approach them running, evading people with a grace she wished she had. He had a worried expression on his face, but not as panicky as Tina. He immediately took hold of Sarah’s shoulders, just making her more confused about what they were freaking out, “You sure you didn’t saw him wander off?” he asked.
“Um, yes, I’m sure, but, guys? Why are you so worked up? He’ll turn up in a few minutes”
“No, no, you don’t understand, that’s not how it works here” Tina looked like she was having a panic attack, Sarah looked at Mike unsure of how to react. He had a sour expression on his face, but he let her go to approach Tina.
“Calm down Tina, calm down, we don’t need panicking hosts, remember training. It was near this spot, right? I’ll contact the AR they know what to do, don’t worry about it and attend to your own charge”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered, looking like the only thing grounding her was Mike’s hands, “I’ll do just that,” she looked closer to calm after that. Sarah was pulled away by Tina to keep going with the tour. The last thing she saw was Mike frowning while hurriedly speaking on the phone.
***
Mike couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t mad with Tina, she was pretty good at this, almost no dangerous encounter in her history, but it was her first year doing this and having a really close encounter (even if she didn’t saw it) during her firsts time probably wasn’t good, so it wasn’t her fault. No, he was mad at himself. He had years in this. Four years to be exact, the first freshman to participate in planning. He was the one people (especially freshies) came for help, he was supposed to be trust worthy.
And then his charge (his charge) was lost in to the Other realm. He couldn’t really know what was being bargained with the Fae, he wasn’t a AR (couldn’t be, really, his major and ‘always ready for danger’ personality caused both respect and fear, but sometimes bit too much fear and anyone would feel cornered and attack, so he couldn’t approach the fae), but he knew that they weren’t making a lot of advances; Fae were chaotic neutral, but sometimes, some of them fit the chaotic part more than the neutral, and it so happens that his charge was lured by one of those. They tried to control this with agreements and other things, but every few groups of prospective students, one or two got lost, and without knowing the rules or constant contact with the fair folk to learn the most basic unwritten rules, they were more difficult to be returned.
His charge, Nathan, was a nice kid, a bit too peppy for his taste, but he was overall nice: followed the rules without questions, and, curiously, seemed to have a connection with the place. If he decided to study here, he would have done well, but now they probably wouldn’t even know.
They tried to keep it as quiet as possible, no one outside the weekend event organisers and AR were allowed to know to not scare the prospective students away. One day, 6 hours and counting. Tomorrow evening was the end of the weekend event, guests were supposed to go back to their homes. The event had been a blast for them, but all the school residents in the know were worried underneath, they just knew how to hide it better.
***
It was the morning of the last day. Sarah had slept a total of 6 hours in her whole stay here, she hadn’t texted or called he parents in fear of revealing something in accident. They had explained her everything (or as much as they dared to say aloud). Fae. The fairy tales, those that her grandmother liked to tell her, had just turned into a more morbid- realistic view. Noah had been kidnapped by the Fae.
Well, not really, but something like it, and now he was lost on the “Other Real”, a difficult place to get to and even more difficult to get out of. She understood the names thing now, Names have power, more power than ever should be assigned to something so simple.
She was standing near the place with other Tina who was trying get to console her, other university students were passing near. Crows were unusually loud that day. She wasn’t sure why they were standing there, it was her decision, but that didn’t meant that she understood it. She supposed it was a way of coping, and that maybe, if she wished hard enough, he would just come out stumbling from the trees….
…Just like he was doing right now.
“No- Nathan!” he tripped on something and took a hold of a branch for support, “My God, Nathan, are you ok? Are you hurt? Do you remember me?”
She ran to him, being careful to not touch him in case he was hurt, he looked tired, but happy, well, not happy, satisfied was more like it, and a bit more confident than two days ago. He still had his backpack with him, if a bit lighter, his clothes looked ruffled and a bit dirty, but not much. “I’m glad to see you too, Lara, I’m ok, I’m not hurt, and yes, Lara, I remember you, but first things first. Let’s find food, I’m starving” she was happy to obey.
***
After he was fed and watered, and a comfy as he could without taking a shower Sarah asked him why he had wandered off “My keys. I had lost them near there, and I saw something shiny on the floor, so I confused it with them”. Someone, he thought it was his host, but he wasn’t sure, Some specific recent things were a bit fuzzy in his mind, asked how he had gotten out. “I followed the crows, of course, very trusty fellows if you treat them well”
If he took two extra salt packets from the cafeteria and stuffed them in his pockets, nobody said anything; if not two weeks later he decided on getting hire ears pierced and was looking for iron and silver earrings, Sarah preferred not to comment; and if that year he only applied for Elsewhere University and nothing else, his parents took a look at the place’s prestigious reputation and decided it was better to ignore it.
***
In campus, the tale of the prospective student who managed to get out of the Other realm by his own will, would continue to spread. Facts changing to make it more interesting (“He came out with the Sight”, “He was blessed by the Queen-“(“Don’t ever mention the Queen, you idiot!”), “He went back in a few hours after and hasn’t been spotted since then”), but if you went near the tree where crows liked to congregate, you may see (very probably) a student, a bit nerdy, but confident, with an aura that seem to fit with the place, feeding the crows, and smiling like he knew something they didn’t every time he herd the tale.
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Note: It’s been a long while since I’ve written something that wasn’t a school paper, I think it is glaringly obvious in my inability to write actually short stories. Anyway, when I saw the Elsewhere University post I experienced love at first sight and after reading some asks about prospective students and some people that just seemed to fit in the university this was born. I apologise for the length, I really tried to make it short (yes, it was way longer before editing).

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Sirius Black / Leaving home

Requested from the prompt list, 5, 10 & 17, by a wonderful anon. I’ve written something else similar to this, where Sirius experiences some family drama so check my super cool masterlist if you’re into that!


Sirius Black was slamming doors. Every door he came across was slammed. He slammed the bathroom door. He slammed his bedroom door. He slammed the kitchen door, the drawing room door, the cabinet doors, every door he could find, really. 

Sirius Black had been slamming the doors of Number 3, Grimmauld place all week as he smoldered in an unhealthy pot of resentment stirred by his oh-so lovely family members as they carried out their Christmas jubilee.

He of course, did not want to be spending break here, surrounded by the worst kinds of people when he could be anywhere else. 

He had received a grand total of three holiday vacation invites and had declined each one on behalf of Regulus, who he couldn’t have stomached leaving alone.

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Put All These Pieces Back Together

// requested by anonymous:  HI U R SUCH A GOOD WRITER I CRY okay could u possibly do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader has a crush on Peter but she doesn’t know if he likes her and she used to have an eating disorder & one day they’re @ a party and her drunk friend says something about her not eating today or something and Peter overhears and takes her aside and asks if she’s okay and like comforts her idkIDK like maybe angst at first but then super cute by the end IDK THANKS SO MUCH ILY

// a/n: oml i feel so loved, thank you so much for the praise!! i’m so, so sorry this took so long to get up, i had a massive, unshakable case of writer’s block. i hope i did okay… it’s sort of cheesy but hopefully you’ll like it anyway. thanks for the request and the love <3 enjoy!!

// character: peter parker/spiderman

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.”


It’s past curfew on a Friday night, and this is exactly the sort of situation you’ve been told to stay away from.

The party seems like something straight out of a cliche high school romance flick, with red solo cups littering the floor and hormonal teenagers pressed against each other in the corners, lips locked together and hands roaming each others’ bodies.

Your senses feel dulled by the constant, heavy thrum of the bass blasting through the speakers and the strong reek of alcohol that seems to have settled into the air. Still, you haven’t been to a party since–well, since before everything that happened last year, and Becca has vehemently assured you that the awkwardly clingy black top you dug out of her closet makes you look “like a total catch”.

So part of you thinks that having a little fun might not be such a bad idea.

You destroy your opponents through a few rounds of beer pong, expertly avoid a game of seven minutes in heaven before one of your friends can drag you in, fail fantastically at pool and spend a lot of the night mingling and swaying to the music.

It’s a little past midnight when Becca stumbles into you, a ditsy smile plastered on her face and her eyes clouded with insobriety.

“Hi,” she mumbles giddily as she pitches forward and you hastily grab her shoulders to keep her from spilling to the ground in a heap.

You chuckle a little. “How much did you have to drink?” you say loudly, trying to make your voice heard over the pounding music.

A crease forms between her brows and she shrugs. “I dunno,” she grins. “A lot.”

With a mixture of exasperation and fondness, you sigh and set her on the couch. “God, you are going to have such a hangover tomorrow. Promise me you’ll let me drive you home?”

She nods, but you know she’s not really listening when her eyes glance in the other direction and she says in what you think is supposed to be a quiet voice, “He’s staring at you.”

Your eyes follow her gaze to a familiar brown-haired boy in a Star Wars t-shirt, who quickly looks away to observe a nearby game of pool. “Who, Peter?” You laugh a little, but a hot blush creeps up on your cheeks and you duck your head. “Yeah right. Like he’d be staring at me.”

Your best friend’s gaze swivels from him to you and back. “You should tell him,” she declares.

“Say it a little louder, would you?” you hiss sarcastically. “I don’t think they heard you in Jersey.”

She laughs. “I’m serious,” she says, though it’s in a hushed whisper this time as she pulls you closer by the arm. “You’ve liked him for forever. And judging by the way he’s looking at you in that outfit,” her voice dips into a sing-song tone as she slurs, “he likes you too.

Rolling your eyes, you shove her shoulder gently. “Shut up, Bea, you know he doesn’t think of me that way.” you huff, and a smirk crosses her face as she stands abruptly.

“Whatever you say. I’m gonna grab some food,” she says, stretching. “You want anything?”

You shake your head, but she pouts. “Y/N, you skipped lunch, too,” she protests.

“Yeah, because I had to make up that test for Mr. Dewar. I ate after school,” you explain. You’re not lying; you don’t do that anymore. You’re better now. Or at least, you’re trying.

But Becca, drunk, doesn’t seem to see it that way. “Are you trying to stop eating again?” She makes a poor attempt at a whisper. “Because you know it’s not good for you.” She sounds like a scolding parent, and a few pairs of eyes around the room drift over to you.

Stop staring, you plead mentally, your insides squirming under their gazes. “Bea,” you say through gritted teeth, “I’m fine, okay? Drop it.”

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” She’s loud. Too loud. Heads swivel in your direction.

People are looking at you. Everyone’s looking at you. I’m fine, you want to scream. It’s over. Nothing’s wrong with me.

But their eyes linger.

You feel like it’s freshman year all over again, and you’re collapsing on the gym floor and the nurse is bending over you and saying something about malnourishment and everyone is staring at you and you can’t breathe. And suddenly, you’re back to being the object of gossip and stolen glances and whispers in the hallway when they think you aren’t listening– she’s that anorexic girl, the one who was fat until she starved herself.

You have to remind yourself that you’re here and not there, that this is a party and you’re supposed to be having fun but instead you’re trying to remember how you’re supposed to breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Right. Easy.

So why can’t you seem to catch a breath?

It takes you a minute to realize that your hands are shaking and that Becca’s still talking, although you aren’t really listening anymore.

You mutter some excuse and slip out of the room; she tries to call out to you but you can’t seem to get to the back door fast enough.

The grass is wet. The air is humid and cool and heavy with the smell of rain, the sharp contrast to the heat inside hitting you as you step into the yard, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket and trying to shove the taste of bile back down your throat.

The smell of alcohol lingers on your clothes and you can still feel the bass from inside; you wonder for a moment what you’re doing here, when a book and a warm blanket seems like such a nice alternative.

Oh right, you think to yourself. I was trying to be normal, for one night.

Normal. You’ve spent the last eight months trying to get back there. Talking to doctors, therapists, guidance counselors, anyone who thinks they can help. You remember the before picture of it all, when you were scared and angry and you hated yourself, and now you feel the exact same way and you think that maybe you haven’t come all that far.

“Why did you do it?” the counselor asks, sincere concern lacing her words. “You have such a beautiful body, can’t you see that?”

You try to laugh, but think you might cry instead as you looked up at her. “Have you ever been to high school?”

She gives you the look, the one you’ve come to know all-too-well, that mixture of pity and disappointment that seems to be etched on everyone’s faces these days. You want to tell her to stop, that you don’t want her pity, that you might feel a lot better if everyone would just quit looking at you that way–

“–re you okay?”

Surprised, your head snaps towards him immediately. You didn’t even notice him come out. But Peter’s standing there, concern in those deep brown eyes and one hand running through his brown hair nervously.

You open your mouth, tempted to say you’re fine, that there’s nothing for him to worry about. But as you look at him, you feel a bit of your resolve wear away. At first, you’re not sure why, but then, you think, it’s Peter, the geeky science nerd you’ve known for years, exchanging study guides and making cheesy science jokes from the back of the classroom and maybe falling a little in love along the way. It’s Peter, so instead of lying you shake your head. “Not really, no,” you breathe.

“You’re not…are you still…” he trails, like he doesn’t quite know how to phrase the question.

Your choice of words, however, is more blunt. “I’m not starving myself anymore, if that’s what you mean. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

Peter looks at you for a long time, as though trying to figure out whether or not you’re lying, and then gives you a slow nod as he leans against the wall next to you. “What happened in there?” he asks quietly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Nothing.” You drop your gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. If you do, you think you might break into tears.

“Y/N, you can talk to me.”

Sighing slowly, you glare at the ground. “I just…I couldn’t breathe. I–everyone was staring at us. I didn’t want to-to stay in there and let them gawk at me like I was some animal in a zoo. Like I was some…” you grit your teeth, voice shaking, “some beast that they were looking at through glass.”

He hesitates, and then, sounding shocked, “Is that how you feel?”

Part of you wishes he would leave, so he wouldn’t see you cry. “That’s how I’ve always felt, Peter. Why–” You shudder as your voice breaks. “Why do you think I did this?” You look up at him, blinking tears out of bloodshot eyes. Slowly, you sink into the grass, ignoring the fact that the rainwater is seeping through your tights, and draw your knees to your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, just kneels next to you and holds you in his arms when you finally break into shaking sobs, your breath stuttering as you try to hold them back. But you don’t think there’s any part of you that can fight it anymore, and the tears just fall in a torrent of frustration that you haven’t let go of in far too long. The saltwater streaks down your face and soaks his hoodie, and he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup when the sobs finally slow, your voice muffled by his body.

Peter shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs. “You don’t deserve to feel this way.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t.” His voice is insistent as he cups your cheek with his hands. “You don’t deserve this. You’re beautiful.”

He sounds…honest. You meet his eyes, and sincerity is all you can see. Something inside of you swells. “I haven’t…no one’s ever said that to me.”

“They should.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t hold just anyone as their tears totally soak my favorite shirt, you know,” he teases.

A watery chuckle escapes your lips, and he grins, looking a little proud of himself.

“I guess it’s a good thing I wore waterproof mascara,” you joke, wiping the wet tracks away from your face with a sleeve and sniffling. It earns you a laugh.

“Do you…want me to walk you home?” he offers as you pick yourself off the ground.

You shake your head. “I think I’ll stay a while. Someone’s got to keep Becca from making a total fool out of herself,” you say, taking a deep breath to compose yourself and then starting to walk towards the party.

He chuckles. “I’ll stay for a while, too, then. But, uh, Y/N? One more thing.”

“Yeah?” You turn around.

A flash of nerves crosses his face before his hand wraps around your waist, the other one resting in your hair, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and his lips taste better than anything you’ve ever forced yourself not to eat, and it’s Peter and your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.

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My friends, my comrades, my compatriots, I am back! It’s been awhile, yeah? Sorry about that, I had to pass my classes and all that. But now it’s summertime and I am bored so like dang, let’s do some writing! This is for @societyslostone who gave me this prompt foreverrrr ago. Sorry this took so long! Hopefully it does not disappoint. Cross posted from AO3!

Prompt: Lance gets his leg dislocated in battle and Hunk and Keith have to hold him down while Shiro pops it back into place.

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Misfits Prologue

Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none, really

Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!

Originally posted by kamgm419

Now:

Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.

Then:

Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 57: Engagement Party

Jensen Ackles X Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Jensen’s POV

Standing in the hallway, I kept adjusting my suitcoat as I waited for Y/N to make her way down the stairs. Our engagement party was starting shortly, and I couldn’t wait for her to be surrounded by her friends. Little did she know, but her friend Tiffany had made it up, and was planning on surprising her at the party.

“Y/N, are you coming?” I finally called out, knowing if she waited too much longer we would be late to our own party.

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Facts about Aerosmith
• Before using the name Aerosmith, the band wanted to name themselves Jack Daniels or Spike Jones.
• The song “Cryin” is about a roller coaster relationship that seemed great at first but then turned a lot worse. The video to the song was the first Aerosmith video to feature actress Alicia Silverstone, and it launched her career. She starred in Aerosmith’s next two videos as well : “Amazing” and “Crazy”, and has been in many movies since, including Clueless, The Crush, and Blast from the Past. Silverstone had met the band only once. Their scenes were shot separately.
• They have earned the nickname “the bad boys from Boston” and “America’s greatest Rock N’ Roll band”.

llorstel  asked:

Members of the blade of the marmora being curious about Coran. Like this goofy Altean, but an adviser to the royals. There's just something suspicious and also sneaky. oh they're familiar with masks but this is just straaange.

“He’s not… like that all the time… is he?”

Thace looked up from the blaster rifle he was repairing to where Coran, his princess, and Aldri were nearly in hysterics watching Triad try to drag a shrieking Ylva into a particle bath with her tractor beam. “You mean-?”

The younger apprentice -Irechel, wasn’t it?- wrinkled his nose faintly. “He’s just so… not what I expected from the person in charge of all these operations. He acts like a cub.”

“I see. No. No, he isn’t like that all the time.” He clicked the chamber closed and checked the safety, then tested the trigger a few times to make sure it wasn’t still catching. “I suspect he does it to put his closest comrades at ease, since they are very much cubs themselves. I do admit, though-” he added as he looked over to see Coran finally give in and rescue his smaller fellow tech, only for Ylva to promptly climb his back and hiss at Triad from behind him, “the difference is like night and day. I have never seen such a well-constructed mask before.”

“Hrm…”

Technically, he wasn’t spying. After affirming their loyalties, the Princess and her Advisor had allowed them nearly full-run of the castle.

He was just… observing, that was all.

Kolivan always said that keeping one’s eyes and ears sharp were the way to the truth, didn’t he? 

Irechel nested himself silently in the shadows of the cables of the Lions’ hanger, well above the steel beasts. He had a prickly itch up his back that always made him uncomfortable around them, even when they weren’t looking at him and the other Blades.

Like they were always watching.

But no matter!

He’d overheard from conversations between their spymaster and his Princess that her mother was returning from some important trip to several worlds. If Coran had indeed worked for the previous royals as well, this would be a prime chance to see what sort of mask he used in front of the old Altean Queen.

The hissing of the far control doors alerted him to his quarry’s approach, and he flattened his ears to lower his profile, crouching deeper into his nest as Coran came into the hanger with a cheerful whistling tune.

A blast of air from the bay doors opening suddenly made him regret his hiding place, and he clung to the cables to keep from getting thrown free, glaring down at the Altean who seemed to have no trouble keeping his footing. Gritting his teeth, Irechel resolutely dug his claws in and stayed put, waiting for-

-not the enthusiastic hug he saw, the dark-haired woman from the ship barely touching the floor before she and the advisor were swinging each other around in glee. 

“Ah, Illy, as always, you’re a sight for sore eyes!”

“Hah! You say that now, Red, but just you wait-”

What in the- that was not the behavior he expected the Altean to treat his superior with. The Princess, perhaps, because she was a cub, but surely the old Queen was of his age or-

And just like that, before his confusion had even abated, the two were walking away arm in arm, heads together like old friends… or old conspirators.

Scowling, Irechel crept along the cables, trying to get a better view. 

What he saw almost… frightened him.

Gone were the two cubs at play, and in their places were a pair of war leaders, expressions as stone and serious as the words he couldn’t hear. 

And in a heartbeat, they were… laughing again!

Was this what Thace had meant?

But no! No one had been watching but him and the Lions! And surely they had not known of his presence!

But then…

Then that meant…

Irechel shivered as he watched them go, trying to put this new development together.

Adult Alteans were truly an unnerving species.