well who can blame him

pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

Okay so based in your fun adventures in the airport, imagine a modern!au hamburr where they're strangers both stuck like you, who meet while waiting for their flight, Alex the caffeine-driven politician travelling to international meetings and Aaron "did not ask for this" Burr the museum conservator who was overseas to see new paintings

H E L L YES. I’m gonna actually gonna write this out:

When he sees the red letters spelling out the word “cancelled” next to his 3pm flight, Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. It’ll be fine. He’ll just get another flight, and everything will be fine. He’ll still be able to get home soon.

Or at least that’s what he thinks. 

One of the airport workers tells him that there are no other flights until 7 that evening that are going to New York. She hands him a new boarding pass and a complimentary food voucher before waving him away and calling for the next person. Aaron walks off, pulling his suitcase behind him as he wonders what he should do. He could leave the airport, just go back into London and walk around and get some food to kill time. But that would involve getting another taxi, and Aaron is running low on cash. He’s pretty sure the driver won’t accept his food voucher as compensation. 

Aaron checks his suitcase and goes through security, hoping that somehow his flight will magically move back up to leaving at 3 if he goes through all the usual motions. But the screen still shows it as being cancelled, so Aaron just walks around, nervous energy building inside of him. He’s tired, and just wants to get home and sleep in his own bed. Being stuck in an airport is the last thing he wants. 

Around 5:30, Aaron walks over to check on his flight, and feels like the floor is being ripped away from underneath him; the screen is now telling him that his flight has been delayed until 10pm. Aaron groans, and a man standing next to him turns and smiles at him sympathetically.

“You too, huh?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “You on the flight back to JFK?”

“Yep.” Aaron says, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “I’ve been here since 12:00, have probably walked the length of the airport three times.”

“I’ve got you beat; been here since 10:30. And I used my entire food voucher to buy one cup of coffee. They didn’t tell me that I had to use all fifteen dollars at once, so all I’m running on is an espresso and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And yeah, it’s a combination that’s as gross as it sounds.” The man smiles at him again before holding out a hand. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, by the way.” 

“Aaron Burr.” Aaron says, shaking the outstretched hand and giving Alexander a small smile. “And I can buy you something to eat, if you want. I haven’t used my voucher yet.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine! I don’t want you to use yours on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Come on.” Aaron says, motioning with his head towards the Starbucks that’s behind them. “We’re both gonna need another coffee to get through this.” He watches as Alexander considers his proposal, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. “You’ll be doing me a favor, anyway. I hate airports, and the company would be nice.” Aaron waits as Alexander continues to think. What he said is true; Aaron hates airports, hates the stress of navigating through them and the endless hours of waiting. He really could use the company.

“Well, alright.” Alexander agrees with another smile, and Aaron feels some of his stress subside.

Alexander follows Aaron over to the Starbucks and grabs a table while Aaron gets in line. Aaron orders them both a cup of coffee, and adds on two blueberry muffins as well before joining Alexander at the table and handing him his drink and food. 

“Thanks.” Alexander says, taking a long sip from his cup and humming happily. “Really, I appreciate it. I’ll love you forever now that you’ve given me coffee” He takes another quick sip and then wipes his mouth, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. “Sorry, that was kind of a weird thing to say.”

“You’re fine.” Aaron says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Although I might need to know a little more about you before I can return the sentiment. What were you in England for?”

“Work.” Alexander responds, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You know Senator Washington? I’m a part of his staff, and I guess that includes accompanying him on his trips to Europe. I was supposed to fly back with him two days ago, but I decided to book a flight for today. I’ve never been to Europe and wanted to stay as long as possible.” He takes a bite of his muffin and shrugs. “Although getting my flight delayed by seven hours isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my time here. What about you?”

“Also work.” Aaron says with a nod. “I’m a museum conservator. I was up at the Victoria and Albert Museum.”

“Don’t hate me, but I’ve never heard of a museum conservator. What do you do?”

“The job description varies.” Aaron says with a wave of his hand. “I usually work with the general public, telling visitors about the different artwork and answering questions about the exhibits. But I travel a lot too, usually to help organize exhibits. The Victoria and Albert Museum has an exhibit going on called Curtain Up, and it’s celebrating theatre in London and New York, so I was up there to observe and help with everything.”

“That sounds amazing.” Alexander says, his eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that?”

“I’ve always loved history, so the idea of getting up close and personal with it just seemed like the best thing. And I do love it, but the traveling can get a little exhausting.”

The two of them continue to converse easily back and forth, and Aaron is somewhat surprised to find that he’s enjoying himself. Alexander is interesting and has a lot of stories to tell, and it helps  time pass quickly. And if Aaron finds himself looking Alexander up and down every now and then, his eyes lingering on Alexander’s lips, well, who can blame him? It’s been a long day, and Alexander is good looking.

Around 8 o’clock, the two of them walk over to their gate together and sit down. They sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, but then Aaron sighs, feeling a slight headache coming on. It really has been a long day.

“You wanna play a game?” Alexander asks, the corners of his mouth lifting up in another smile. “Pick a person in the airport, and I’ll tell you their story.”

Aaron raises his eyebrows, but then lets his eyes scan around the room, finally landing on a young woman sitting in a large coat sitting across from them; there’s a book open on her lap, but she isn’t even looking at it. Instead her eyes are also scanning the room, and one of her legs is bouncing up and down as she taps her fingers against the armrest. 

“Undercover cop.” Alexander says instantly, but Aaron laughs and then slaps a hand to his mouth as the people around them look over. “Not kidding. The large coat, the tactfully placed book that she isn’t even reading, the glancing around. Totally an undercover cop.”

“Bullshit.” Aaron says with another laugh. “She’s probably just a nervous flyer.” 

“But that’s not as interesting.” Alexander points out with a smirk. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at the game if we play more. Take that guy over there.” Alexander says, pointing at a man in a striped shirt who is laying down on his back across four seats, one of his hands covering his eyes as the other is held out to his side, his hand rotating every now and then, probably in an attempt to crack his wrist.

“Uhm…” Aaron squints as he tries to come up with something. “He’s a mime.” Alexander snorts, and Aaron can’t help but smile as well. “A really bad one. He probably spent the last week in England trying to get recognized for his talent, but now he has to go back to his mime family to tell them he’s failed.” 

“His mime family?” Alexander asks with a laugh, and Aaron shrugs. “Alright, not bad for your first one. My turn again.”

They play the game for the next hour and half until they finally get called to start boarding the plane. The rush of people causes Aaron to lose Alexander in the crowd, and a feeling of disappointment rises in him as he thinks about the fact that he might not see him again. But when he gets on the plane and makes his way to his seat, he’s surprised to find a smiling Alexander looking up at him from the window seat.

“Well, well, well.” Alexander says. “I’m beginning to think that fate wanted us to meet today.”

Aaron smiles as he throws his bag into the overhead compartment before sliding into the middle seat next to Alexander. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the safety announcement begins, so he just shoots Alexander another smile, which he returns, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.

Once they take off, Alexander puts in his headphones and sets up a movie on the screen in front of him. Aaron can’t see it well, but from the tune Alexander is singing under his breath, his able to conclude that he’s watching Aladdin. When Aaron glances over, Alexander takes one the headphones out.

“Am I being annoying?” He whispers, but Aaron shakes his head. “Good…do you want to watch with me?” He holds out his headphone to Aaron, which he takes with a smile.

In order to see the screen, Aaron has to shift closer to Alexander, and when he does, he thinks he sees Alexander smirk from the corner of his eye. Aaron drifts off somewhere in the middle of the movie, and when he wakes up again, he’s slightly embarrassed to find that he’s gotten even closer to Alexander, his head resting against his shoulder. 

Aaron sits up slowly and looks over at Alexander to find that the other man is sleeping as well, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging open. Aaron smiles and is about to close his eyes and drift off again when suddenly Alexander shifts next do him, mumbling something under his breath as he moves so his head is now leaning on Aaron’s shoulder. 

Aaron tries to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Alexander. After awhile, his head droops until his cheek is resting on top of Alexander’s head, and he falls asleep that way, Alexander’s breath warm on his neck and his hair tickling his skin.

They both wake up at the same time to the announcement that their plane is going to land soon. Aaron thinks he sees a faint blush on Alexander’s cheeks as he removes his head from where it had been tucked unto Aaron’s neck. Aaron smiles at him sleepily, feeling surprisingly well rested, and that makes Alexander smile back.

They walk off of the plane together around fifteen minutes later, making their way over to baggage claim. They don’t say anything as they both grab their bags, but Aaron feels like he needs to say something. It feels weird to just leave without saying goodbye. He’s also hyperaware of how much he doesn’t want to say goodbye. 

“Well…” Aaron finally says as he reaches the exit. “I guess…uhm…it was really nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to Alexander, not knowing what else to do. Alexander takes his hand, and when Aaron moves to let go, Alexander holds on tighter.

“Can I give you my number?” Alexander blurts out, his eyes wide as he waits for Aaron’s response.

“Yeah.” Aaron breathes out after a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Alexander lets go of his hand so he can pull out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbles his number onto it and hands it to Aaron, who looks down at it briefly before placing it into his pocket.

“Ok.” Alexander says with a wide smile. “Uh…yeah. It was really nice to meet you too, Aaron. I’ll, uh, see you around?” His smile grows wider when Aaron nods, and then he’s stepping forward to place a kiss on Aaron’s cheek. He steps back quickly, face flushing again as he grabs his suitcase and wheels it out of the door, looking back one more time to smile and wave at him.

Aaron stands there for another minute or so, feeling again like the floor has been ripped away from him, but this time it’s a much nicer feeling. He exits the airport as well and makes his way home, aware that he hasn’t stopped smiling since Alexander kissed him goodbye.

When he gets home and drops his bags onto the floor, Aaron only hesitates a moment before pulling out his phone and the piece of paper in his pocket. He dials the number quickly, holding his breath as he waits.

When Alexander voice crackles loudly from the other end, Aaron smiles again, feeling suddenly very thankful that he had gotten stuck in an airport.

Date night with RedK Kara and Lena Luthor

Imagine an Evil Red K Kara having dinner with Lena.
As Kara tries to pay Lena sees Kara isn’t leaving a tip for the waiter who practically ran a marathon running back and forth bringing Kara’s extensive order. When she brings this up Kara laughs in her face and says “seriously Lena, I’m Evil of course I’m not gonna tip.” As she goes in for a kiss Lena just puts her hand up and goes uh uh no, I can tolerate a sex crazed, Evil car throwing, building destroying rampaging Kara/Supergirl, but no tipping. How dare you!“ Baffled because Kara woulda thought the line would be drawn elsewhere, Lena just continues on with "tip this man correctly or you are sleeping on the couch tonight and I’m not doing that thing I promised.” Grumbling about her “being Evil and able to crush her in a second” Kara throws a 100 on the table all the while the waiter is cowering in the corner because Lena “Fucking” Luthor is scolding an evil Supergirl into giving him a tip for his service and “what the hell?”. So if he may have a new hero/idol as of tonight well who can blame him when he has an extra 100 in his pocket and that precious memory embedded in his mind.

J.J. Abrams’ audio commentary for the 3D-Collector’s Edition of Star Wars The Force Awakens

So, my copy of the Collectors Edition of TFA was mailed to me on Friday. It’s not actually supposed to come out here until Monday but I had it pre-ordered and thanks to CDON.COM’s early shipment, I got it a little sooner. It’s a 3-disc set that contains the film’s original theatrical release on Blu-ray 3D and Blu-ray + there’s an additional third disc for the bonus material. Although most of the bonus features have already been released in some format previously. The set looks like this:

The most interesting new feature on it though is J.J. Abrams’ audio commentary, that I just finished watching and I wanted to share some things the director commented on it. It wasn’t really all that spoilery about things to come. But, there were some very intriguing things, that he said, that could possibly have some significanse to the discussion about the direction of Rey’s and Kylo’s journey. So now, I’m just going to go through the movie again and write down some things, that he had to say about it. Edit. This actually ended up being quite a long post. And by long I mean really long. So be prepared, you have been warned :)

Second Edit. Here’s a link to a subsequent masterpost with additional quotes from J.J. Abrams.


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anonymous asked:

It's incredible how Bum was actually wondering if the corpse was going to report him to the police, I guess he's kinda losing his mind and goin crazy ( and who can blame him). Uhm well not that he was okay before meeting Sangwoo anyway

Tbh I think that’s all of us when we’re paranoid… like real talk, I still put 1+1 in the calculator just to make sure that it’s 2.

perspective: from the eyes of Seto Takuma

a/n: heavily references dna act ii, chapter 35 (& 36??), so this is quite spoiler-heavy. 

Takuma didn’t come to Seidou because he thinks this place is kind. 

Seeing this particular scene unfold before him should definitely not be something unexpected, considering the fact that he’s currently part of a powerhouse team. Unease settles restlessly in his abdomen despite that, and he stares mutely at his upperclassman standing right in front of him, all alone, with an odd mixture of misplaced intrigue and understandable disconcert. 

For the past few months he has been in Seidou, he has never really seen Sawamura alone, so to speak. Sawamura possesses a carefree, authentic charm that appeals to people around him, whether consciously or not, people tend to draw close—be it in the form of thinly-veiled affectionate scoldings, or outrightly frank, raw admiration tucked in their gazes. 

He supposes that’s the main reason why he’s taken aback. The shoulders of his upperclassman that always seem to be shaking with obnoxiously loud laughter suddenly seem abnormally still; his arms appear to be leaden with weight, clenched fists trembling with suppressed emotion. With Furuya leading the way, Miyuki and Yui follow behind, faces angled towards each other in a private conversation. Sawamura’s lone, unmoving figure is only made more pronounced with that effect. 

He had never once thought he’d use ‘lonely’ as an adjective to describe Sawamura, but that is the only word flashing across his mind at this moment.

Takuma’s eyes subtly slant to the person who has been standing beside him quietly all this while. 

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BTS reaction having a crush on another Band member


He wouldn’t find it that funny, not that he would have problems accepting the fact that he’s crushing over Rapmonster but he fears the consequences. 
If he would confess, would it change his relationship with him? 
Would he have problems with the other members?
Would the other accept his sexuality? 
He would understand if the others would have some problems understanding it or accepting it, he had the same problems at the start too.

Originally posted by synthbin

In the end, he would convince himself that he has to talk the Band members. The dramatic change in his behavior with them was not gone unnoticed, and he didn’t want to make them worry about him.

As he told them what was going on inside him Jin would be so relieved. If they accepted (what they would surely do in my opinion) or not, he was happy that he told them.

Originally posted by jimineh


Suga wouldn’t have that much problem with accepting his sexuality in the first place. Gender wasn’t that a big deal, the personality was the most important after all. If his lover was a girl or boy, wasn’t important, for him it was important (to sleep without any interruptions) to have a partner who he could talk with without any hesitation, where he could feel save.

Telling the other was really random, a random situation of the daily life, he would drop the fact and do whatever he was doing like nothing has happened.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

The fact that he was in love with J-hope, the sunshine of the band, was a problem in his eyes. Mixing his work and private life was the worst thing he would think of. Suga was already thinking about the consequences when they would break up for the band. Realizing some time after, that they weren’t dating in the first place. Blushing a little bit, thinking about how his life would change, having a boyfriend like J-hope in his dark little world.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


The first thing what came to his mind was probably, love is love, right?
He would’t make it a big deal, but still hiding it from the others, because he didn’t want to cause troubles. The only fear he had, was that the other would accept him like he was. Sure, he was still the same Hoseok as always, but not all people think that way. He would get a little sad. Not being the Sunshine he always is, would get noticed really soon. 

He didn’t want to talk, this fact was causing more troubles that the other. 
In the end he would get a little angry about himself and random scream that he was gay, covering his face with his hands when he realized what he just did.

Originally posted by jhopies

He wouldn’t tell Suga the truth, he couldn’t ruin their relationship. But well, Suga would notice that something was changing. J-hopes behavior was different, he blushed often, and his eyes were always full of love when J-hope was watching him doing something. Suga had to make the first stepp, probably Hoseok would scream his love confession for his Hyung too.

When his Hyung actually smiles at him, and tells him that he also has some feelings, he would be the happiest man on earth. His smile would grew bigger and it was so pure, nothing can be compared to it.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


He was laying on his bed when reality hit him hard, he was thinking about hin instead of some hot chicks when he was doing.. well private stuff.
He knew he had something for his hyung, who can blame him after all, Jin was beautiful, but sometimes Namjoon hat the urge to slap Jin, because he knew how beautiful he actually was, and he took all the advantage out of it.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

He would tell the others, expect Jin. 
When the others realize, Rapmon won’t tell his Hyung anything, they would take the situation in their hand and do all they could.

Originally posted by namjinlove

When he had the right chance to kiss him, rapmon probably would. After all, he wanted to make his friends proud, they really helped him… well sometimes, other times they were just dorks and assholes.
Alone, with Jin cooking, well he looked so good, even when he was doing something so simple. Well.. Simple for Jin, not for him.


When Jin would turn around he would talke that chance and kiss the fuck out of his Hyung, not thinking about the consequences it might have. But well, in this situation, who would actually think about it?


He would be confused as fuck. He was so sure that he was liked girls more that boys, but well, how it looks at the moment, his whole life was a lie. He was overreaction for sure, so he needed someone to talk. He went to tae, talking with him, but not getting any answers was making him angry.

“Can you for ONCE answer me? I really need help!”

“What should I tell you? Congratulation? What’s the problem about being gay in the first place? I did a lot of things with guys too, and i liked it. But i don’t make it thaaat big. C’mon Jiminie, don’t overreact, it’s okay to be gay, i mean who isn’t a little bit gay?”

He was confused, but somehow Tae was right. It wasn’t something bad, in the end… It’s just love, who cares with who it is?

“You’re right… Thank you Tae..”

Originally posted by minwooyg


I think he has tried a lot of thing, not only with girly, for sure.
So he wasn’t that surprised when he noticed that he looked at the Maknae with other interest, than he did before. He knew he liked boys somehow more than girls, but falling for Jungkook still confused him a bit.

But the thought that Jungkook, this gorgeous guy, could actually be his, drove Tae crazy.

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Well.. Jungkook was more than just beautiful to him. His personality was charming, his derp side was the cutest thing he ever saw, not even kids could reach this level of cuteness. 

He would go straight up to him and tell him without any problems. He wouldn’t care if something changed between them, he didn’t want to live with his feelings hidden.

“I’m sorry if this changes anything between us, but i couldn’t hide it from you. I will tell the other about my sexuality too, the fact that I’m in love with you, will rest between us, if you prefer it like that.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


He was confused the whole time with his sexuality, so he would be rather happy finally finding it out, what he really liked. Somehow he was sure, something was wrong with him, not that being gay is wrong, just the fact that all the guys he knows talking about girls, watching porn or just some half naked photos of woman, and he couldn’t understand what was so amazing about them. 

He would caught himself watching gay porn instead of hetero porn and this would be the moment, his head would understand why he couldn’t understand the other guys. He was just gay, not a big deal, he really thought that he had some serious problems. 

Originally posted by sugutie

Telling his Hyung was a problem for him, he didn’t want to disappoint them. His biggest fear was, that his hyung would start to ignore him or even hate him for that fact. Oh, he was so wrong, he thought when he told them. They really understood him, well he could live with some stupid comments from Tae, but he would also know, that tae was the one who would always accept him for what he is.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Probably that was the reason why he felt in love with him. Jungkook would take his time but in the end telling it V, because he couldn’t lie to him. He would get help from his mommy Jin making some chocolates. Jin would make sure the others wouldn’t interrupt them.

“thank you for your help, Jin-Hyung!”

Originally posted by jinpout

“Pff, Kookie, I already knew!” Tae laughed a little, watching Jungkooks reaction in amusement.

“You did…?”, Kookie asked him surprised.

“Yeah, i knew.. I mean who can resist me?”

Jungkook face-palmed, what was he expecting from Tae, some serious content?

Originally posted by himchansthighs

fluffy yellow towel


Stiles should have known better than to answer a call from an unknown number at almost midnight on a Tuesday. But it’s Beacon Hills. It’s bound to be an emergency.

“Coach?” he asks in surprise, because who else calls him Bilinksi? And also, what the ever-living fuck?

“Bilinski,” Finstock barks again. “I need you! I need you now!”

Um, okay. Weirdest booty call ever, or… no, Stiles really has no idea.


“I ran over a goddamn dog!”


Fifteen minutes later Stiles is pulling up outside Finstock’s house. It’s a small bungalow in a quiet neighborhood. The dead lawn is covered in Halloween decorations. In April. Stiles isn’t even surprised.

He climbs out of his Jeep and heads to the front door.

Finstock throws it open before he has a chance to knock. He looks a little more manic than usual, if that’s even possible.

“Where’s your stuff?” he demands.

“What stuff?” Stiles asks.

Finstock makes a vague gesture. “Your vet stuff, Bilinski. Jesus!”

Stiles sighs. “No, that’s Scott. Scott McCall. He’s the one who works at the vet. I’m the one who…” He actually has no idea how to finish that statement. “I’m his weird clumsy friend with ADD?”

“Aw, hell.” Finstock glares at him like this is somehow his fault. “Well, you’re here now. Want to see a squashed dog?”  

What the hell, right?

Stiles steps inside.


Finstock’s house is kind of a disaster. It’s like part of it was decorated by a mad crazy sports fan, obviously, but the other part of it was decorated by someone possessed by the spirit of a sweet old grandma. There are doilies. Lace doilies. With lacrosse sticks embroidered on them.

That’s not normal, right? Stiles is pretty sure you can’t even find shit this weird on Etsy.

“It’s in the bathroom,” Finstock says, gesturing.

Stiles wonders, not for the first time, what he’s doing here. Did he really get out of bed to come and look at an injured dog, all because Finstock can’t tell the difference between him and Scott? And what sort of guy calls a high school student who works at a vet clinic instead of an actual certified vet? Because Stiles is pretty sure the only thing Scott has mastered working for Deaton is mopping up puddles of puppy pee.

Stiles heads for the bathroom. It’s the door at the end of the hall. Stiles has been in houses before where there are cutesy little signs with pretty patterns on them and “Bathroom” written in fancy cursive script.

There is no cutesy little sign on Finstock’s bathroom door. Instead, the word “BATHROOM” has been printed there in block capitals. Right on the door itself. In Sharpie.

Stiles squints at it for a moment.


Then he sighs and opens the door.


Holy shit.

Two things.

Firstly, the dog is not squashed at all. It’s very, very mobile, and very, very angry.

Also, it’s not a dog.


 “That is not a dog!” Stiles yelps, and pulls the door shut again. Behind it, he hears the scrabble of claws. And possibly the gnashing of jaws. There is also a lot of growling.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Finstock asks.

“That is a wolf!” Stiles exclaims.

Finstock snorts. “It’s a husky.”

“It has yellow eyes!”

“So?” Finstock shoots back.

“It’s black!”

“Why are you racist against huskies?”


Finstock’s left eye bulges. “I thought you were better than that, Bilinski.”

Stiles groans. “I’m not being racist against huskies. That is a wolf!”

“Whatever,” Finstock says. “Just fix it. It likes you.”

Behind the bathroom door, the growling and scrabbling has subsided.

“I’m not a vet!” Stiles reminds him.

“Do not make me get my whistle, Bilinski.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles mutters. He’s in a fight with a crazy person. And there’s no way he can win. So, crazy person or injured wolf?

Stiles goes with option two.

It’s actually not as brave as it sounds.

Because he knows that wolf.


“Hey, Derek,” he whispers, closing the bathroom door.

The wolf bares its teeth in a growl that’s more pissed off at the world than pissed off at Stiles. Well, who can blame him? He got run over and abducted by a man who apparently uses bubble gum scented shower gel. And has a Sponge Bob toothbrush.

Stiles steps forward and reaches out. “You okay, big guy?”

Derek’s claws click on the tiles as he turns in a series of tight circles, but he lets Stiles card his fingers through his fur, looking for obvious injuries.

There are smears of blood on the bathroom tiles, and a small pool of it over by the bathmat, so Stiles knows he was hurt. He’s relieved that he can’t find any injuries now though. That means Derek is healing.

He runs his hand down Derek’s spine, not even registering the fact that Derek is shifting back into his human form until it’s way too late, and then it’s already happened, and Stiles is… oh mother of God. Stiles is stroking his very naked ass.

And what a fine ass it is too.

Stiles meeps and flails backward as Derek uncurls and stands up straight.

He glares at Stiles.

Stiles very pointedly does not look at his dick.

Well, okay, once.

Fine, twice, but it’s right there.

His mouth’s not watering. Shut up.

Derek glares again, then reaches past Stiles to grab the fluffy yellow towel hanging from the rail beside the shower. He tucks it around his hips.


Wait, what?

Stiles forces his gaze upward again. “So,” he says awkwardly, “you got hit by Coach’s car?”

Derek huffs. “Apparently.”

“That’s gotta suck.” Stiles swallows, and wrinkles his nose. “Anyway, you’re gonna have to shift back, so I can get you out of here, okay? I’ll tell him I’m taking you to the vet or—”

Derek’s eyes widen in horror as the bathroom door flies open.

Stiles spins around to see Finstock standing in the doorway.

“Jesus Christ!” Finstock exclaims. “What the hell is this?” 


This is bad.

This is really bad.

There is no way, in any reality, that Stiles can explain how a minute ago he was in the bathroom with a wolf—or husky, or whatever—and now he’s in the bathroom with a naked guy.

Ta da?


“What the hell?” Finstock exclaims again. His face is pale and his eyes look like they’re about to pop right out of his skull. He points a shaking finger at Derek. “You do not put your dick on another man’s towel, you understand? That violates every decent standard of polite society. My dick has been on that towel, and I don’t care if you were raised by goddamn wolves, Hale, that does not give you the right to be my Eskimo dick brother!”


Stiles’s jaw drops.


Derek looks just as stunned.

“Jesus Christ!” Finstock throws his hands up. “Fucking werewolves, seriously!”

He storms out of the bathroom.



Stiles finds Finstock in the kitchen, eating kibble. He really wishes he could focus on the kibble thing, because it’s sort of hilarious. But it’s not the craziest thing that’s happening here right now.

“Um, Coach?” he asks warily.

“What?” Finstock grizzles, crunching a fresh mouthful.


“Spit it out, Bilinski. How do I know about werewolves?” He rolls his eyes. “Because I’ve lived in this town for twenty years, and I’m not blind?”

“You totally knew he wasn’t a dog!”

“So?” Finstock demands. “You gonna sue me or something?”

“What? No, why would you… ugh.”

“I have seen things in this town that would make your hair curl,” Finstock tells him, then looks critically at his buzzcut. “Well, maybe not yours. What’s even going on there? Is that supposed to be a style?”

“Can we not talk about my hair right now?” Stiles feels like he’s lost all control of this conversation. Then he realizes he never had any to begin with. “You knew he was a werewolf? And you called me to deal with it?”

Finstock shrugs and rummages in the bag for more kibble. “He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he? Hale?”

“What? No!”

“Then why else does he stalk you at practice?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Don’t get so defensive, Bilinski.” Finstock shrugs. “I might be straight, but I’d still seriously consider sacrificing my remaining testicle to get a piece of that.”

“You are certifiably insane!” Stiles hisses, turning around to stalk away.

“I remain undiagnosed!” Finstock shouts at him. “And tell your boyfriend he owes me a new goddamn towel!”

“Insane!” Stiles yells back.

What is his fucking life, seriously?


He drives Derek home, and doesn’t at all stare his towel-clad ass as he climbs awkwardly out of the Jeep.

Well, okay, maybe once.




Two days later he and Derek are standing in the parking lot at the mall.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Derek mutters.

“Shut up,” Stiles says, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him toward Bed Bath and Beyond. Maybe they have Sponge Bob towels?

Finstock would probably like those.

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Chef Aaron and horrific cook Alex: imagine that they're neighbors at this apartment complex. And Alex just keeps burning something in his apartment that it becomes a routine. Aaron decides enough is enough and tries to teach alex how to cook.

Y E S I love this!!!!

Like Aaron can smell the food burning every day and he can hear Alexander cursing from the other side of his apartment walls. And it first it just makes Aaron laugh, but then one day he hears a loud crash coming from Alexander’s and goes over to knock on his door. Alexander opens it covered in flour and Aaron has to work so hard to not burst out into laughter. 

He introduces himself and learns that this is Alexander’s first time living by himself and he has no idea how to cook for himself, and that he can only live off of hot pockets and macaroni and cheese for so long. So Aaron tells him that he’s a chef, and could teach Alexander how to cook if he want.

Of course Alexander pounces on the opportunity, cause for one thing, he really needs to learn, and then another thing, Aaron is pretty darn attractive and Alexander would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been lonely living alone. 

So Aaron starts coming over a few times a week to teach Alexander how to cook, starting off with simple things like pasta, which somehow Alexander still manages to mess up. But Aaron finds that he’s having a lot of fun teaching Alexander how to cook, and so what if he finds himself going over more and more, and even staying to eat dinner with Alexander. And Alexander? Well, if he’s pretending to be a little worse of a cook than he actually is just to keep Aaron coming over, well, who can blame him?

This goes on for a few months, and then Aaron finds himself inviting Alexander to a big Thanksgiving dinner that he’s throwing. Some of Aaron’s friends from the restaurant he works at were supposed to help him with the food, but they cancel last minute, and Aaron goes into a panic.

He goes to Alexander’s room and starts telling him how everything is going to be a disaster because there’s no way he can make all the food himself, and Alexander just grabs an apron from his kitchen and pushes Aaron back into his apartment, saying that he’ll help.

Now of course Aaron is skeptical because he thinks that there’s no way Alexander can help him, not when he’s such an awful cook. But much to Aaron’s surprise, he watches as Alexander cooks some of the food perfectly, not even needing to ask for help. Aaron is about to ask Alexander what’s going on when the rest of the guests arrive for the dinner.

But afterwards, when Alexander stays to help clean everything up, Aaron asks him how he managed to help cook the food, and that’s when Alexander admits that he’s been pretending to be worse than he is in order to trick Aaron into continuing to come over. He thinks Aaron is mad at him for lying, so he is about to leave, but Aaron leaps forward to stop him.

Alexander is just looking at him in shock, and Aaron thinks “fuck it” in his mind before leaning down and kissing him, laughing when Alexander throws his arms around his neck.

Then Aaron pulls back, telling Alexander how happy he is that he tricked him.

anonymous asked:

Angst ask here! Male Shepards reactions to F!MU coming back after Grima is destroyed but lost her memories once again?

Your name: submit What is this?

Gaius: He assumes the rather befuddled look on your face is nothing to worry about. After all, you’ve just woken up in the middle of a field. ‘Course you’d be dazed. “What, Bubbles,” he jokes, and pokes your tummy. “Don’t tell me you’ve forget everything again?” He ruffles your hair and laughs, only for his smirk to be wiped off when you nod.

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No one does casual wear like Niall. And his collection of sunglasses is unrivaled so far. Niall doesn’t shy away from his staple color, navy blue. But he carries it off well, so who can blame him? Here are some of my favorite looks!

March 11 - Instagram - Details (shirt, shorts, shoes, sunnies)

Before the hiatus, there was a brief moment of inspiration where I jovially proclaimed Niall will turn into a fashion blogger in a few months. And so it happened. Still waiting for that closet tour. Jokes aside, I love when guys don’t shy away from a polished look. And this was both an easygoing and ready to meet your mother outfit.

June 24 - Glastonbury - Details (jacket, shoes)

Glasto, for me, was a great weekend for Niall. And his sartortial choices. In the sea of stripes and waistcoats and look after look of Oliver Spencer and Paul Smith, this came as a breath of fresh air. Maybe Niall should become a professional festival-goer! He does it very well.

December 13 - Out in NY - Details (coat)

I’m not a puffed jacket gal, per say. However, this look made me pause to appreciate it upon first glance, and it’s the one that will stay with me as one of the era of 2016 looks. Here’s to more winter Niall. 

Happy New Year!

- Lu

She Loves You {Part 9}

Part 1 | Part 2a | Part 2b | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Summary: After a growing friendship with Bucky Barnes, someone who could really understand your nightmares, you began to fall in love. If only you would let him know. Preferably before it was too late.

Haha! Midnight surprise! Ok, I know it’s probably not midnight for a lot of you but it’s midnight here and I can’t sleep so with out further ado, the long awaited Part 9 has arrived.

Word count: 841

Warnings: None that I can think of… overall frustration? Nosy Bucky?

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“I’m so sorry.” The disgust with himself was evident in his eyes and you could do little to console him. Angry tears burned in his eyes. Anger towards HYDRA, towards himself. He was a weapon to be abused by any sick psycho. But he did this to you. He truly was a monster.

You immediately reached for him in your place as he walked backwards towards the door.

“No Bucky! Never! You know that right?” the words spewed out, praying that he would see the truth. “I could never be scared of you! I did this because I didn’t want you to feel guilty.” You explained to him. “I knew you’d act like this. It’s so typical of your stupid self-deprecating, guilty self. Stop it.”

“How can you even look at me anymore?” He cried out. It was unfathomable to him

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pride and prejudice: a summary

it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lit student studying pride and prejudice, must be in want of a good plot summary

aka. i told @adolescentcat​ i’d write a summary of jane austen’s pride and prejudice to help them in class, but i thought i’d also post it here just to help out anyone else who may one day need this information

so, here’s what happens:

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fic: black cat (iii)

title: black cat (iii)
summary: That jutsu might be having a few side effects. Or: Sasuke breaks his rule because he desperately needs a bath.
notes: this title is a little disingenuous, since Sasuke is not really a cat for most of it! But it is the same universe, and this is the black cat universe, so! I’ll post more Sasuke!kitty drabbles when I get the chance.

To say that Sasuke likes being a cat would be…overstatement, to put it politely.

He is happy for the time it gives him with his daughter; watching her grow and making her smile. He enjoys seeing his wife in the flesh, being able to speak with her face to face. To be close enough to touch her. It isn’t the touch he craves, but it is more than what they have had in a long while, and if he takes the opportunity to slip under her nightshirt while she’s lying in bed, well, who can blame him?

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Given The Choice (5/?)

… in which Emma is upset, Neal is not helpful, and Killian doesn’t mean to be heroic.

Post-Neverland AU where Pan did not escape Pandora’s Box and Emma and Hook argue. A lot. Catch up here, or on ao3!

Emma makes it through lunch, and through the rest of her shift at the station, and even through another short conversation with Neal when she runs into him.

She doesn’t make it through dinner with her parents. In fact, she barely makes it through the door before Snow takes one look at her and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emma says, shrugging out of her jacket.

“Emma.” Snow is looking at her with eyes that see far too much. “I know you. You’re upset.” She turns to David as he comes in after Emma. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing,” David says, sounding a lot more convincing than Emma, probably because he’s actually convinced of what he’s saying.

“So why is Emma upset?”

“I’m fine,” Emma snaps.

Snow flinches back. “Clearly.”

Now David is frowning at her, too. “Something going on while I was out on patrol?”

“No, I just…” Emma shakes her head. She’s been finding out that it’s a lot harder to pretend everything is fine when the people around you are genuinely interested. She’s also running out of reasons to pretend.

“Emma, what’s going on?” Snow is moving towards her, not put off by Emma’s mood. “You’ve been tense ever since we got back from Neverland. What is it?”

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Gosh this is adorable?? Okay okay

So they’re probably in their late teens, still living at home, working to save up enough to get their own place. Brooklyn’s in that awkward not-really-winter-but-not-yet-spring phase, so it’s damp and chilly outside. Steve is really looking forward to the warmer weather because that means going out more and staying out later which means girls (and fellas (and Bucky)) which, wait… means dancing.

So Bucky, like the good ol’ pal he is (he is absolutely not going to get anything out of this, of course not, he’s just helping out a friend, yeah, that’s all), is all, “Hey Stevie, if you’re so keen on dancin’, I could show you a few steps sometime.” And Steve absolutely beams at this. Because even if he hasn’t realized that oh, hey, I’m kind of in love with my best friend yet, he still craves being close to Bucky in a way that he can’t really explain.

It’s a few days later before Steve actually takes him up on the offer. They’re in Steve’s apartment and his ma is at work so it’s just the two of them. Dinner is boiling on the stove, so while they’re waiting Bucky is listening to a game on the radio and Steve is in the corner under the window staring blankly at his art journal. Eventually he shuts it and stands, reaching out his hand to help up Bucky.

“I think I’m ready for those dance lessons,” he says, smiling. They’re both in their socks and undershirts, so when Bucky grins and pulls him close, Steve can’t really help but blush. (And if it goes a little further down than his belly, well, who can blame him?)

“Just follow me, babydoll,” Bucky tells him, and when Steve tries to hit him for the name, all Bucky does is throw his head back and laugh. Which makes Steve kind of want to kiss him. Oh God.

They go on like that for a while, shuffling back and forth in a slow movement. Bucky’s murmuring encouragements all the time, “Yeah, you got it,” and “That’s right, keep doing it just like that”. Somehow Steve ends up actually standing on Bucky’s feet while he leads them, Steve’s hands wrapped around Bucky’s waist and shoulder as he moves them around the apartment. All the while Steve’s moaning and griping, apologizing for every misstep and looking up sheepishly when he stumbles.

And, god, they are so close. Steve knows this isn’t really the kind of dancing that goes on at the halls, but Bucky’s presence is so warm and inviting that he can’t really complain. He’s tempted to lean his head on Bucky’s shoulder but he doesn’t want to ruin this moment between them, so he just keeps himself still, following Bucky’s movements.

And they don’t kiss, at least not this time. But the dance lessons do continue, and after a particularly bad double date where Bucky’s gal was just trying to get back at her dad and Steve’s wanted nothing to do with them, Steve just grabs Bucky’s hand and starts dancing in the middle of their kitchen. It’s close to one in the morning and they’re both exhausted and a little tipsy, but when they bump noses and Bucky presses his lips against Steve’s, it just about feels like the best goddamn thing ever.

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I ask as anon because I like being addressed as nonnie :3 OK? Gimme all the fics where Derek's pregnant and Stiles the protective one. All the fics where Derek needs the caring. Where, maybe the pregnancy is high risk, and Derek hurts alot. And Stiles worries. The pack is worry-ridden for their brother, unusually frail when he was the strongest one before. And Derek brushes them off at first. But then, then he slips on his way down the stairs, the Sheriff's the only one home...(you continue)

I JUST WROTE A THING AND TUMBLR ATE IT. I AM SO UPSET. Sorry if this re-write isn’t as good, nonnie :( The other one was so much longer too *sighs* It had Derek/Sheriff bonding time and everything!!!

“Derek!” Stiles bursts through the door, looking around frantically before his eyes land on him, patting his dad on the back before running over to him.

Before he got pregnant, Derek was used to Stiles throwing himself on top of him whenever trouble struck; just wrapping all of his limbs around him and squeezing the life out of him in a you’reokayyou’reokayyou’reokay kind of way.

Now though, Stiles just hovers. Derek can’t tell if he finds it more amusing or annoying that Stiles treats him like a delicate flower these days, but he supposes it’s kind of necessary. Especially since Stiles has a habit of accidentally elbowing or kicking Derek a lot of the time. The first time they had sex, Stiles actually managed to somehow kick Derek in the face and elbow him in the back at the same time. He would have been mad if he hadn’t been so turned on at Stiles’ unexpected show of limberness.

“Is the baby okay?” he asks, hands fussing in the air. “Do I need to call Deaton? Do I need a specialist? Should we do some of that breathing stuff? I think I really need to do the breathing stuff.” He’s biting his lip adorably, practically chewing on it, eyes wide with concern, and if it wasn’t for the fact he is heavily pregnant (see: unable to get up without help) and the Sheriff still being in the room, Derek would pull him into a kiss. Kissing, Derek decided a long time ago, is a good way to calm Stles down. (If also happens Derek’s favourite past time, well, who can blame him?)

“Everything is fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I just fell. The baby’s fine and-”

He has no idea where the tears come from. No. Fucking. Clue. He had been just fine before. The baby is fine, he’s fine, it’s all fine.

Except, it’s not.

It’s really not, and he finds himself with the sudden urge to howl. Something he hasn’t experienced in years. Not since Laura died. He thinks about his family every day, but the need for them now creates an ache within him so bad not even Stiles’ whispered reassurances and soothing hands patting him down do much to quell it.

“I know, Derek. I know,” Stiles says, pushing Derek forward slightly and slipping in behind him where he is sitting on the couch. He wraps his arms around him carefully and Derek leans back into him, desperate to ground himself, to find solace in his anchor.

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Cherries (Robin/Regina, R, 1/1)

Another I unearthed from the computer today. With all the anxiety over potential of revelation at con, it seemed like a good time for something…light.

They’re eating cherries.

Roland, and the Queen.

He’d lost track of the boy for a moment, distracted by conversation with Little John, and when he’d turned back, his son’s seat was empty. It hadn’t taken more than a visual sweep of the room to spy him not ten feet away, sitting with the queen at the far end of the royal table. The cherries are piled into a bowl in front of them, and they take turns grabbing one out by its stem, spitting out pits, talking all the while. Roland’s lips are red with cherry juice, it’s dripping down his chin as he talks animatedly, pressed so close he’s nearly in her lap, but Regina doesn’t seem to mind. She simply smiles in a way she seems to reserve just for the boy, and nods, looks overly interested, and reaches blindly for her next cherry.

She’s much neater than Roland, but in a way that is absolutely torturous. He’s close enough to see in painful detail the way she drops the cherry onto her lips, bites down on half of it, then draws it away, sucking slightly before her tongue sneaks out to catch the juice on her lower lip, and finally she chews.

She’s not doing it on purpose, he knows she’s not, because she’s entirely absorbed in whatever Roland is telling her, but when she takes the rest of the cherry into her mouth, he almost groans. He watches her pluck the stem out, watches her worry the small mouthful until she can gracefully spit out the pit, and wonders how on earth the sight of her eating can be so brutally sexual. But it is, it really is, and he is entirely blind to the way his child crams a whole cherry into his mouth until Regina shakes her head, and says something he can read from her lips as “Be careful, Roland. You’ll choke.”

She reaches for another cherry and Robin can’t look away as she devours it in the same, methodical, tempting fashion. He wants that mouth elsewhere, wants it in ways he has absolutely no right to.

This is ridiculous. He shouldn’t be so distracted by this. By her.

Snow leans over, then, close to Regina, whispering something in her ear. And what a betrayal it is because not a moment later Regina’s gaze falls straight on his and she smirks knowingly. Robin looks away immediately, caught out in his ogling of her. But he’s no blushing virgin, and he was more startled by the eye contact than acually embarrassed to be caught appreciating her, so he forces himself to look back at her.

She’s not looking his way any more, but she’s plucking another cherry from the bowl, and this time he knows she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s still paying attention to Roland’s animated talking, but she sucks the cherry in this time, lets her cheeks hollow a little around it before she bites, and instead of a brief flick of her tongue to catch the juice, it’s a slower drag, her teeth digging in slightly after. If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t see what he does, but he is looking, and she knew he would be, so he sees it.

She’s teasing him.

And if he wasn’t sure, her gaze slides to him, smug and triumphant before she spits the pit out daintily and schools her face into something so comically innocent that Robin actually laughs at her.

Well, well. Who knew the queen had such a saucy side?

Robin forces his attention back to his lunch, lest he end up unable to leave the table without an obvious and embarrassing problem. If he steals a glance at her now and then, well, who can blame him?

He thinks that two can play at this game, that if she’s feeling flirty, he can certainly rise to the occasion and find some way to give as good as he’s getting. But he never gets the chance. He falls into conversation again, and then suddenly Roland is back at his side, telling him all about sharing fruit with “Queen Nina,” and her space at the table is empty.

He doesn’t see her for the rest of the day, not even for the evening meal.

But the next day, it’s cherries again. With breakfast, at midday, with supper. Her luscious lips and teasing tongue and never does she so much as glance in his direction again, but he knows she’s flirting.

It’s late in the evening before he finally gets his hands on her, before he finally, after months of waiting, steals a kiss from those tempting lips. When they part, she hisses, “Don’t talk,” and yanks at the lacing of his leathers. And then she drops to her knees, that torturous queen, and shows Robin just exactly what that teasing mouth can do.