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?

“Two Weeks”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A narrative that explores how Steve copes after your tragic death.

notes: implied character death (reader), a failed attempt at writing sad things

A/N: thank you to @buckyywiththegoodhair​ for beta-reading this mess. i adore you, and god rest this old bitch’s soul.

One week has passed since you left New York for a month-long guest curatorship in Germany. Before leaving, you kissed Steve goodbye and promised to return in one piece.

One week has passed since HYDRA agents infiltrated the museum. They put the entire museum on lockdown, claiming it had World War II documents that were essential to the HYDRA agenda. Even the Avengers wouldn’t stop their mission to obtain these documents, they declared.

One week has passed since a certain HYDRA agent recognized your face from a tabloid, the headline screaming “Captain America Finally Finds Love!” He also deduced your title as one of the United States’ leading experts on Nazi Germany. It was the perfect coincidence.

One week has passed since HYDRA attempted to use you as a bargaining tool. “Give up the documents, and we’ll let you go back to your precious boyfriend,” they said. Much to their surprise, behind your simple dress and ballet flats was a woman not afraid to kick men in the balls, both figuratively and literally. You proceeded to do the latter.

One week has passed since the Avengers compromised the guards and rescued most of the hostages at the museum. Only one remained, but when it became clear that they’re wouldn’t gain access to any of the documents, HYDRA decided to inflict pain in the best way they knew how - by taking away the remaining innocent life.

One week has passed since your tragic death.
One week has passed since Steve Rogers buried the love of his life.

Keep reading

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)

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.

cuddling:

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.”

~/~

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

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.  

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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Ache

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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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?

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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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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.

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!

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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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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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anonymous asked:

Langst prompt ☆The team gets hit by Haggars spell which makes them forget how to speak anything but first language (like Galras are smart and know many) so everyone except maybe Hunk and Lance don't know. Hunk stays quiet and withdrawn but Lance is trying to tell them. Nobody knows Spanish or Hawaiian(?) So they get angry thinking lance is just messing around

Thanks for asking, dear anon! I had some fun with this idea (lol I just realized it’s like 10 pages XD) And I hope you like it! I changed a few things, like making the team a bit angry with Hunk as well (since it makes no sense to me why they would only be angry at Lance), but other than that it’s pretty much the same. This happens after Shiro’s gone (and I didn’t make it clear who the Black paladin is so you can decide XD) I tried to make it nice but I’m not quite satisfied, but I hope you are! 



It should have been an ordinary mission.

It was simple really, when you thought about it. Just get in, get the information Pidge needed, and get out. They didn’t expect for Haggar to appear, druids behind her, white hair crackling with what could only be described as ethereal magic as she snarled at the paladins. They didn’t expect to have a confrontation with her so soon.

But in the end, it seems like everyone made it out okay. Haggar had managed to blast them with some sort of spell, the druids cackling behind her as her eyes glowed in the darkness of her hood, but there seemed to be no lasting effects.

Well, none that Coran could find.


“Step out of the pod, please.” Coran asked, pulling up the finished log of data with one hand, the other smoothly pressing the ejection for the pod. Stumbling out, Lance took a moment to glance tiredly at the orange-haired Altean before resuming his earlier position by Hunk.

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Hiccstrid Week 2017

DAY 5: Favorite Hiccstrid moment - Itchy Armpit

So I imagine that Hiccstrid have had similar cutsie and dorky moments as they had at Itchy Armpit, so here’s a little drabble for you to celebrate the event. :D

Whenever Together

Hiccup smiled to himself when he heard the tell tale screech of a Deadly Nadder. Toothless perked up instantly, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he rushed past Hiccup, accidentally hitting the boy in the head and knocking him over onto his back.

“Bud!” Hiccup exclaimed indignantly, trying to flip himself back onto his feet, but his prosthetic slipped, making him fall back while his back end flipped over his head. He looked up when the ground gave a little shake, smiling up at Astrid who was smirking down at him.

“Like the view or something?” Hiccup asked from his awkward position, scrambling to get himself back onto his feet.

“I’m not complaining.” Astrid laughed, swinging off the saddle and allowing Stormfly to trot off and join in whatever game it was Toothless was playing. “You ran off early- I was hoping to tag along.”

She reached a hand out, allowing him to grip it and stumble to a stand, dusting himself off indignantly. “Well… maybe I like having a beautiful girl chase me down.” He teased, giving her furry hood a tug.

“You, sir, are an immense tease.” She shot back with a chuckle. She turned and admired the landscape, giving a nod at the view. “It’s gorgeous up here.”

“Mhm…” Hiccup knelt back down at the edge, picking up the discarded pencil and beginning to sketch again. “Wonder what dragon’s are hiding in all those trees.”

“Better bring the gang next time if you have a hankering to find out.” Astrid suggested, plopping down on the grass beside him, leaning back on the heals of her hands while her legs crossed in front of her. “They’d have a blast- it’s been a couple weeks since we’ve all gone exploring.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup looked up, squinting for a better view. “Miss the old gang adventures. Like we had at the Edge.”

“Well, we’re all growing up- something that can’t be avoided.” Astrid reasoned. “At least we haven’t stopped completely. We just don’t do it every day anymore.”

“…Except for us.” Hiccup grinned over at her, Astrid giving a little laugh in return.

“True- I just can’t seem to escape you.”

“Hey, hey, wait just a second-” Hiccup leaned back, tilting his head to one side. “Can’t escape me? Who’s the one who tracked me down, hm?”

“Stormfly.”

“Oh, so Stormfly’s the one who’s in love with me?”

Astrid broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter-turned-coughing. Hiccup grinned as she sputtered on her own breath, eyes squeezed shut as she flopped on the ground in her mirth.

“Gods- that- now that’s a funny picture…” she wheezed.

“Glad you’re amused.” Hiccup chuckled, returning to his mapping. “Got any plans for today, milady?”

“Tagging along?” she spoke hopefully, already knowing the answer. Hiccup smiled and wagged his pencil at her.

“Only Stormfly- for she’s the one in love with me- apparently…” She swatted his shoulder with her fist. “Right, right! Um… you can both come along.”

She leaned forward and quickly kissed his cheek, before tapping his shoulder and crawling to her feet. “We’d best be going, Dragon Boy.”

“Nicknames… always with the- hic!” Hiccup froze, frowning in confusion while Astrid paused in mid step, turning to smile widely at him. He swallowed, but it didn’t deter another little hic! from escaping.

“Speaking of nicknames, my dear Hiccup…” She emphasized his name, her arms crossed while one hand tapped her chin. He blushed crimson while she laughed softly, Hiccup hiccuping once more.

“This is just- hic!- perfect…” He murmured, folding up his map and placing it back under his armor. 

“Come on, babe.” She laughed, “It’s kinda cute, ya know-”

“Hiccup’s are cute?”

“Well… I only know one Hiccup- and he’s most definitely cute.”

Hiccup grinned, then frowned when he hiccuped again. “Gr, remedies to get rid of hiccup’s, know if any?”

“Nope, they’re utterly undesposable. Impossible to get rid of, actually… trust me. Dagur’s tried, Viggo’s tried-”

“Har har.” Hiccup replied while she laughed again. He smiled and swallowed back another hiccup, hoping to hold the rest at bay. “Shall we go, milady?”

“Sure, babe.”

Jealousy

Finn Balor/OC- Seth is friends with the reader and that makes Finn a little jealous.

Warnings: Spanking

Oh yeah I finally wrote this. Hey anon I hope this is everything you ever hoped and dreamed for.

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Finn and I have been dating for about 6 months now and we couldn’t be happier. We were both on the same brand and traveling together, making our wrestling careers great for the both of us. 

 As we walked towards catering with our hands intertwined whispering to each other about this or that, I caught a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.

“SETH.” I screamed my friends name as I ran towards him, leaving Finn behind me. I jumped into Seth’s arm giggling as he spun us in a circle.

Seth set me down and looked at me with a huge smile on his face, “Hey kid. Hows it going? I missed you like crazy.” Seth looked past my shoulder for a second to see Finn slowly walking towards us. He pointed at him and looked back at me, “And when did this happen?”

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psa!

hello everyone! first of all, could you all please for the love of all that is both holy and unholy stop sending shitty messages to cass because i have my inbox turned off!! don’t put that on her. that’s not her responsibility. if you have a problem with me or some shit you can’t possibly go without saying to or about me on this hellsite, find a way deal with it on your own. talk shit to your friends, indirect me, @ me, whatever. i mean, i will ignore it because i literally do not give half a shit anymore, but PLEASE stop putting it on other people. i’ve had my inbox turned off for over a month because of you shitheads. because i am Dead Tired of y’all weaseling your way into my inbox every fucking time i post something you don’t like or agree with. none of y’all pay my bills and until you do, i’m going to post whatever i damn well please on my blog because it’s…my blog. this is my downtime, not my job. 

so now! bc apparently some of u seem to think you have some insight into my mind and feelings, allow me to clear some things up for u:

  • i’m not a houie or ‘soft houie’ or whatever tf u all are calling it these days. i still VERY much believe harry and louis are together and VERY much in love, as they have been since the beginning. i’m a larrie, ride or die, and i’m currently riding thru the city having a fucking blast, baby. that said, i also don’t agree with…probably 96% of larries these days on an array of things and frankly find a lot of the things i read embarrassing 🤷🏻‍♀️ but honestly who cares. whatever. *** **.
  • re: eleanor/elounor: i don’t…ship elounor. i’ve never understood the whole like. shipping but don’t actually believe they’re together thing? so i just don’t rly do that? however! i also don’t think she’s a demon or the devil or a “swine” as some of you have so eloquently and maturely referred to her. i just don’t. and y’know what?? i don’t think louis does either. i think he’s better than that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so whatever. sue me. i think she’s adorable and i like the way she dresses sometimes. i’ve always posted her and if you’ve been following me long enough, you’d know that. blacklist is ur friend. anyway, i’ve been over this approximately one thousand times and i’m not about to make this one thousand and one. so that’s that.
  • i’m not another harrie larrie who’s ~bitten the dust~. i’m here, bitch. and i love those two fuckers (four fuckers, really) more than anyone or anything in the world and i will be here thru it all and support every endeavor they have in this lifetime and the next and you will not find me speaking one ugly or negative word about either of them publicly or privately. i literally adore them and more importantly, i TRUST them. i trust them to know their lives and relationships and careers better than i do. so excuse me for not spending energy going on about how shitty and terrible everything is. i refuse to see it that way. sorry* for being excited about harry’s album. i’m sorry that i don’t find it shady or absurd. i’m sorry that i’m excited about whatever louis’ working on with whatever team he’s working on it with. i’m sorry that i haven’t created my own expectations for the boys and their careers based on ?? god knows what. that’s not my thing! if harry wants to drop the next iconic hiphop album at 12:37am on march 25, 2017, i will be the first to tattoo HEEZY TAUGHT ME across my chest. if louis wants to be the next big country music star, saddle the fuck up cowboy i am here for it. i’m here for them, together and as individuals, thru whatever they wanna do. 

i’ll just wrap this all up by saying this: i don’t have the time or energy for drama or negativity anymore. i’ve spent a lot of time feeling like shit and generally wanting to be dead, but i’m finally FINALLY excited about life again and i’m not going to let any bullshit that i cannot control get in the way of that. i don’t see the point. it gets you literally nothing but misery and anger and nowhere but a constant state of anxiety. i might voice my opinion sometimes, but generally i’m just here. ignoring the negative and focusing on the positive and getting excited about things! because i just refuse to live any other way anymore. so if any of this is a problem for you, that’s fine. unfollow me. i’m not paying your bills either. you have no obligations to anyone or anything on this website but yourself, so take care of you.

*jk i’m not really sorry about any of this oop !

Chalres in Glasses?

@l-p-r-o-c-k and @unearthlydust YES YES YES to Charles in glasses!

Charles has worn specs for as long as he knows. He barely remembers a time before it. Hypermetropia, the Optometrist had told him when he was little- meaning that he would have to strain his eyes to see anything within arm’s length without his thick glasses.

The upside was that he didn’t have to wear them all the time, only when he had to read or inspect anything up-close. The downside was being chided endlessly by Raven that he had an old man’s problem. Granted, Hypermetropia generally showed itself in the later stages of life in the general population; that didn’t make it an ‘old man’s problem’. Many children lived with it as well.

'With your sweater vests and specs, I can call you my father and people wouldn’t suspect a thing Charles,’ she would say. 'And we wouldn’t even have to use our powers to convince them.’

It was all fun and fine. Untill Erik.

The thing is, Charles likes Erik. A lot. He wants Erik’s attention on him. And he’s not going to garner it with his image of an 'Old fart’. Raven’s words, not his.

Meaning to say that he has never worn his specs in Erik’s presence and he wants to keep it that way. It’s juvenile, he knows; but every time he perches his glasses up his nose, he can hear Raven’s imaginary voice in his head mocking him: 'Old man Charles’. Of course, he would pull it out when he had to solve a random cross word or overlook a file, but he would be equally quick to pocket it on sensing Erik’s mind in the periphery. It helped that he didn’t have to read when he could pluck the information from people’s minds.

Untill now. In hindsight, it really was his mistake. He shouldn’t have suggested to Erik to head to the Xavier library to spend an empty afternoon. It didn’t help that Erik readily agreed.

Charles knows the Xavier library like the back of his hand. Any other time, he would have enthusiastically offered to show Erik around, gushing over the vast collection and suggesting some of his favourites. Now, he just lets Erik look while he heads straight for the Genetics section. He easily picks out a book on Mutant Evolution that he had been in the middle of reading (for the third time). He knows the cover too well to pick it out without having to read​ the title.

So he settles himself against a desk lining a large window, futilely hoping that the light would aid his vision. He opens the book around the bookmark to a sea of muddled black. He holds the book out the a little further and then a little nearer, squinting and straining his eyes to read a word, a letter. It’s too tempting to pull out his specs from his trouser pockets and clear his eyes of the blurred jumble.

No. He can simply pretend that he’s reading.

After a while, he sees Erik bring out a bring out a book of his own and settle two desks across from him. It’s a book on Force fields and their prominence. It’s a little unfair how he can read the title of Erik’s book and not his own.

Charles sits a little straighter, adjusting the book and squinting his eyes to resemble a look of pure concentration.

As time passes, his eyes begin to pain with the strain. He blinks it off the water collecting at the corners, hoping that the stress upon his eyes wouldn’t give him a headache later. When he looks down again, there’s something else between his face and the book. It’s still a blurred black, but its structure is clearer. Two squares. Two sticks probably? The object hovers nearer to his face, and then it hits him. Metal hinges.

He quickly pads his hand over his trouser pocket. It’s empty.

'Charles, you’re holding your book upside down,’ he hears Erik’s amused voice from across him.

Charles feels his face heat up in embarrassment. He fumbles with the book and the glasses in front of his face, sending him into deeper depths of mortification. He’s in the middle of contemplating where to hide his face when a thought blasts his mind. He stills. It’s from Erik.

You should wear your glasses more often. You look adorable in them Charles!

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Six weeks later

Charles wears his specs almost all the time now. Even when he doesn’t have to read. The upside is that his clothes seem to vanish quickly when he slides his glasses to the tip of his nose. And the downside is… well he can hardly think of one.

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You turned away

A slightly alternate ending of “Blindsided”, Race to the Edge, Season 4
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“Can I ask you something?”

The question resonated in the air for a second, before Hiccup decided to answer it. He glanced at his friend, sitting next to him at the platform’s edge, her eyes fixed on him. She looked perfectly calm.

“Sure.”

If he’d had to choose one word to describe the last week at the Edge, it would’ve been ‘full’. Full of accidents, full of anxiety. Full of emotions of all possible kinds.

Emotions he could hardly control.

The truth was, that when he first learned that Astrid had lost her sight, he had no idea what was about to come. He tried to belittle it – don’t worry, Astrid; it will be fine, Astrid. That’s what he said. But then he saw how scared she was and… he felt the fear himself, even though he did everything to make sure she wouldn’t see it.

If Astrid Fearless Hofferson had been scared, how could he not be?

He called himself back to present and noticed the blonde warrior looking down on her laps. He smiled weakly. At least it was all over now.

Still, she had something to ask him about.

“Um… Back in the forest…” she started, hesitantly. “when we were… Well, you know.”

The forest. Yes, of course. Her, lying on the ground. Him, resting on his arms above her. Their faces inches apart.

Her breakdown.

His consolation.

Their…

“Yeah…?”

Calm down, Hiccup. Nothing had happened.

“Were you about to…?”

Or, hadn’t it?

Oh Thor. No, no, no.

“Oh, uh… Well, I…”

Good gods.

“So…”

It couldn’t be true. Not this. Anything but this.

“You felt that, huh?”

He looked away the second he heard the words, no matter how kind Astrid seemed at the moment. He tried to smile, but all he could come up with, was shaping his lips in an awkward grimace, while quietly praying to the mighty Thor to be struck with a sudden, inexplicable blast from the sky.

She was not supposed to have felt that.

“I felt like maybe I got away with it.”

He’d screwed up. He’d screwed up like no one ever had. After years and years of waiting for a sign that she might… consider feeling about him in a way he’d always felt about her, he’d ruined everything by one stupid attempt. Until now, he could’ve hope that she’d never noticed what he’d been trying to do back then, and just wait for another opportunity to come.

This moment made him realise she was conscious about everything.

Idiot.

“Well, why didn’t you?”

Hold on a second. Was she really asking him that?

He met her gaze.

She really was.

“Oh, uh…” Hiccup stuttered, more than confused. What was he supposed to say? She would be mad no matter how well he’d excused himself. What did she expect?

But then again, she never stopped smiling at him. He bit his lips nervously.

“Well, I…” He continued, carefully choosing his words. “It wasn’t perfect. And I always thought that if it ever happened… and, yes, I’ve thought about it, a lot. Uh…”

Hiccup, what the hell are you doing here?

“…it had to be just perfect.”

Why he’d said all that, he didn’t know. It wasn’t a lie – every word he’d said was one hundred percent true. He had thought about it. He had wanted it to be perfect. And when he recalled the last week situation, he had to admit that it had not beenthat.

But he also knew it wasn’t the real reason.

He clenched his teeth and sighed.

“You turned away.”

That was it. He finally put all the pieces together and realised, what it meant for him. What it meant for them. And the more he thought about it, the more hopeless he felt. Because as long as he could believe that his closest, dearest friend wasn’t aware of his actions, he could just go on and wait, blaming the Triple Strike for spoiling the moment. But she was aware.

And since she didn’t make her move, it clearly meant she didn’t appreciate it.

“Look” The young leader picked up, still unable to look at her. “I know what you think. It was stupid and I… I’m sorry for that. But I just want you to know that I’m ready to get over it, if only you let me to. Astrid, your friendship is the most precious thing I have, and I can’t lose it because of one cursed moment of weakness. We can go on, like if nothing had happened and I promise that you won’t even see the difference.”

He paused.

“You see, when we talked in those woods, I told you one thing. I am with you, Astrid. Whatever it means, whatever you want it to mean. Don’t you think I’m taking any of this back.”

He finally turned, looking straight into her eyes, but, seeing no smile on her face, he turned away again, fixing his gaze on a horizon. That was probably the most dreadful dawn he’d ever experienced, but gods knew it couldn’t be helped now. There was nothing more to say or do, except for shifting to his former place and increasing the distance between Astrid and himself again.

That’s what he should do now, right?

He didn’t have time to do anything of this kind. The moment this thought crossed his mind, he heard the Warrior giving out a small chuckle; and before he’d realised what was going on, he felt her hands on his shoulder, pulling his body in her direction.

Her lips against his skin.

Her kiss on his cheek.

He must have been dreaming.

“You’re the biggest dork that has ever walked the earth, Hiccup.” She said, still laughing. “And you have to be the most oblivious one to think that I could ever be upset with you for that try. I turned away because I’d heard the Triple Strike coming at us – not because I was offended by the attempt.”

With every word heard, Hiccup’s eyes widened. So that was it? She did appreciate it?

“I thought… I was sure…” He stammered, staring at her in amazement. “I was certain you’d be mad at me.”

“For making my dreams come true?”

“Your what?”

“Hiccup, I’ve been waiting for it for years.”

“You have?”

“Did you really not see that?”

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he opened them slowly, carefully observing her face, lightened with amusement. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. But if it was…

“Then why didn’t you…?” He whispered.

Astrid looked down, smiling and softly shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess you were not the only one who wanted it to be perfect.”

She took her hands from his armour and put them on the platform’s floor. Hiccup wanted to protest, until he noticed where exactly she’d rested them – and how close her fingers were to his own. He smiled, touching them as gently as he could.

A shiver went through his body when he realised what she’d just said.

Astrid’s smile widened when she sensed that. She glanced at the horizon, while covering Hiccup’s hand with her palm and squeezing it slightly.

“You know” She pointed out quietly; she felt her heart beating faster and faster, but this one time, there was nothing wrong about that. “This seems pretty perfect to me.”

Hiccup followed her gaze and nodded. He turned and leaned towards her, astonished how right it felt. Astrid looked at him shyly, but he knew she wouldn’t withdraw now – after all, it was the moment they’d been both waiting for.

Finally, their lips met.

And when they parted, and looked at one another again, Hiccup raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. There was just one thing left to say.

“Yeah. I guess it does.”

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please write something where azrael meets chloe!

“So, is that your human?” The Angel of Death does that unsettling thing where she can see any mortal on the face of the earth, no matter who they are or what they are doing – though in this case, she admittedly does not need supernatural powers, given that Chloe is standing just across the way in Lux. Azrael raises an eyebrow and whistles, ancient bronze eyes gleaming appraisingly. “That’s far better than I thought you could do, little brother. I’m impressed.”

Lucifer squirms horrendously. Trying to keep another dangerous female relative under containment has been causing him no end of trouble. Azrael is a different kind of threat than their mother, and she does not appear inclined to stay, but he has absolute kittens every time she looks in Chloe’s direction. “Sis, can you – please not do that thing where you look at her like she’s a dead cow in the desert, and you’re a buzzard circling overhead, waiting to pick her bones clean? And she’s not my human, not really. I’d say fifty-fifty split with Maze. More thirty-seventy with Maze. Twenty-eighty?”

“Then you’re missing out.” Azrael leans on the bar in her black leather biker jacket, the metallic shimmer of her eyeshadow catching the light of the revolving disco ball. Her fingers tap to the pulsing electronica from the dance floor. “What’s this music? It’s terrible.”

“Forgot how much I missed you, Az.” Lucifer has another minor heart attack as her gaze lingers on Chloe. It could just be frank admiration, but he can’t wait to get the literal personification of Death away from his — no, not his, that’s the whole bloody point – detective. “Look, if we agree that I’ll go find what I might have done with your toy, you stay away from her?”

“I’m not here for her. Yet.” Azrael shrugs, throwing back another shot of whatever jet fuel she’s already had a few rounds of, though of course it does nothing more than make her talkative. “You do remember that she’s mortal, Lucifer?”

“Far too well, thanks,” he mutters tersely, wondering if it would be too conspicuous if he rushed over pretending to have an urgent phone call from the station, some tragic pudding-related incident of Daniel’s, and dragged Chloe out. At least she’ll have sense, at least she’ll keep talking to the suspect they set up a meeting with here, at least she won’t –

Oh bloody, buggering hell. She’s coming over.

Lucifer’s frantic attempts to signal to her that he has the situation under control do nothing to deter her, as she steps up in front of them and glances between them with that particular kind of raised eyebrow she always reserves for anyone of the female variety she catches Lucifer chatting with. “Hey, so, who’s this?”

“Nobody,” Lucifer babbles. “Absolutely nobody important. Old – definitely not friend, who was just passing through briefly and is leaving tonight. Was supposed to be already gone.”

Azrael looks inordinately amused. Tosses her long, ink-black hair over one shoulder, offers a silver-ringed hand, and says in that husky, strong-whiskey voice of hers, “I’m his sister.”

“Sis…?” Chloe has heard enough about the family by now to have some guess as to who that is supposed to be. She looks – good girl – rather leery of taking Azrael’s hand, as Lucifer debates the merits of body-slamming his sister through the glass rack. He shifts his weight, determined to prevent any physical contact between them, just in case. “So, is that Ms. Morningstar, or Ms. God?”

Azrael looks judgmentally over at Lucifer. “Certainly not the former. Azrael is fine.”

“And you’re here for?”

“My little brother was very careless with something that belongs to me.” Azrael’s gaze is as dark and starless as the sky before a storm. There seems to be a cold breath of air running through Lux by virtue of her very presence, as Lucifer prays that none of the clubgoers will, oh, choke on a cocktail olive and force her into an abrupt execution of her professional duties. “I understand that you, as a detective, might be helpful in locating this item?”

“I’m a homicide detective,” Chloe says, more than a little coolly. “Unless someone’s dead, I can’t help. And it sounds like something you should take up with your brother.”

“I could.” Azrael shrugs. “You will have noticed, however, that he is not very…forthcoming with information.”

“No.” Chloe snorts. “That he is not.”

Lucifer finds it even more unsettling to watch his terrifying sister and the detective having something remotely approaching a moment of female bonding over his failures, than he did with Chloe hitting it off with either Maze or Amenadiel. He clears his throat. “Already told you, Az. I sent it away with Mum. Not here. So flutter off somewhere else and – ”

“Do you know where you sent it?” Azrael interrupts.

“Well… no.”

“And what could use it to come through?”

“Somehow I’m guessing the answer is not a fabulous parade of America’s Next Top Model winners?”

Azrael whirls to pin him with a stare that makes Lucifer’s witticisms shrivel up and die squeaking in his throat. Bloody hell, he will personally pay her bar tab if it gets her out of here. He shifts again, trying to keep himself between the two women, even as Chloe is standing on tiptoe trying to peek over his shoulder. Azrael, for that matter, is looking even more amused. “Not your human?” she says. “Could have fooled me.”

“Yeah, I think I can see the family resemblance.” Chloe puts a hand on Lucifer’s side, trying to edge him out of the way, but he still doesn’t budge. Over his dead body (not at all a figure of speech, given that he has ended up that way twice where the detective is concerned) is he going bloody anywhere. Where the hell is Amenadiel? Probably upstairs hiding under the bed, lionheart that he is when it comes to Az. Though if an immortal can have heart failure, especially given that Chloe is touching him, Lucifer is definitely about to have it.

Azrael’s gaze flicks between the two of them for a moment longer. Then she shrugs and steps back. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she says. “And both of you will be helping me look for it.”

With that, she turns and – doesn’t walk across the club toward the door, entirely, so much as she just isn’t there anymore. Lucifer remains rooted to the spot, staring after her, arm instinctively outstretched in front of Chloe, who herself seems slightly rattled – but only slightly – by her first full-frontal experience of a member of his sodding family who isn’t sodding Amenadiel. “Your sister,” she says at last. “Well, nobody’s going to accuse you of having a boring home life.”

“Not at all,” Lucifer mutters. “Detective, just… just stay away from her, all right?”

“Why?” Chloe looks up at him with her blasted usual pragmatism. “If she’s supposed to be the Angel of Death, she can’t actually kill me, can she? Just take me away when I’m dead?”

Lucifer winces. “Detective, please don’t talk about that.”

“About what?”

His voice feels caught in his throat. “About… about you dying.”

Chloe seems about to say something else, perhaps to remind him that it’s rather odd for him to be squeamish about dead humans, given both his day job and his former day job. But instead she glances down, catches his hand quickly in hers, and says, “Lucifer, I promise. I am going to be absolutely fine.”

“I certainly hope so.” He manages a nod. “Just. Still. Don’t go near her.”

“We’ll see.” Chloe’s eyes remain focused on the spot of Azrael’s departure. “I have a feeling she meant it when she said she’d be back.”

Most unfortunately, Lucifer does as well. He’s already shielded Chloe from the murderous wrath of one of his siblings before, and while he doesn’t think that Azrael is about to follow Uriel in this regard, it does nothing to ease the crushing, scrambling terror he exists in every time there’s any kind of a threat to Chloe’s person. Az wants the blade. They’ll find that. Then she’ll go away.

Then she’ll go away.