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tabbytabbytabby · 11 months

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Hope and Second Chances

Word Count: 4,074 words

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Laura Hale

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags: Rebuilt Hale House (Teen Wolf), Resurrected Laura Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Alpha Derek Hale, Awesome Laura Hale, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Hope, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Matchmaking, First Kiss

Summary: One night, seven years after Laura's death, Derek wakes to find her in his kitchen.

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For anon who requested Hope Is Scary for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.

#sterek #stiles x derek #teen wolf #sterek fanfic #derek x stiles #bad things happen bingo #hope is scary #laura hale #my fanfiction #filled prompts #this one got away from me

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saccharine-salt · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Aoyama Yuuga Characters: Aoyama Yuuga, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Additional Tags: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead-centric, Aoyama Yuuga-centric, Insecure Aoyama Yuuga, Aoyama Yuuga Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Traitor Aoyama Yuuga, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Discord: No Writing Academia (My Hero Academia) Series: Part 1 of Marshmallow's Sparkleboi Obsession (Aoyama Fics) Summary:

Something is up with Aoyama Yuuga, and Aizawa's going to get to the bottom of it.

BTHB: Hope Is Scary

Inspired by/somewhat unofficial prequel to AkseeDragon's Clouds Shield The Light but can be read as a standalone

#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hope is scary #aoyama yuuga #aizawa shouta #my fic

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fandomscraziness22 · 1 year

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But she’s here. She’s alive and she’s here, in Tier 5, in the AM. And for that instant, rescue seems possible. Mark could get out of here with Joan’s help, and they could leave this place in the dust and Mark would be a free man once more.

He didn’t think he had any hope left in him. Mark hadn’t realized he’d been anticipating Joan finding him, that he’d been waiting and hoping for her with everything in him. He should know better than to hope, because Tier 5 is like a syringe, sucking his blood and hope and joy from his body for the AM to use and abuse. But Mark can’t help himself at that moment. A savior has come to help him escape from hell.

Back with another bad things happen bingo prompt! this time: hope is scary

@badthingshappenbingo

#the bright sessions #bad things happen #bad things happen bingo #hope is scary #mark bryant #joan bright #tier 5 #tbs #angst #fics #my fics #my writing

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writergeek · 2 years

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Hope. Sometimes, it’s not all it's cracked up to be.

BTHB: 23: Hope Is Scary @badthingshappenbingo and @batfam-big-bang

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Bruce paces around the Manor.

The problem with being both Batman and Bruce Wayne is that Batman already knows all about what happened to the car, courtesy of Oracle. But Bruce Wayne has not been officially informed and cannot yet act. He cannot leave, not when he’s supposed to be waiting for a ransom call from the hijacker.

A ransom call that now will not come.

But Wayne officially does not know that. Not yet anyway.

Hence the pacing.

They both jump a little when the phone rings, although neither will admit it.

Alfred hurries over and picks it up, telling himself to seem calm, like this is business as usual. “Wayne residence, how may we be of assistance?” Bruce comes over and stands near enough to hear through the handset, bouncing on his heels in agitation.

“Pennyworth. Good.” It’s Gordon on the other end. “Is Wayne there?”

“Yes,” Alfred says, eyeing his shamelessly eavesdropping son with a raised eyebrow. He grins back, acknowledging the social faux pas but not caring. “Would you like to speak to him?”

“Actually,” Gordon hesitates, “is that a phone you can put on speaker?”

Damn. It’s bad news then.

Continue on AO3 or read the whole thing from the beginning.

#dc #dc comics #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfam #bad things happen bingo #hope is scary #batfam big bang #batfam big bang 2022 #bbb2022 #buckle up fic #wg writes

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kicktwine · 15 days

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for as much as I love and adore stories where the power of hope and friendship is a blinding wonderful light, full of happiness and ease and laughter, something hits different about the way hope, in ffxiv, looks like this

covered in blood and dirt and limping forward. It’s probably been said multiple times before but isn’t it a reassuring image to know that hope drags itself through the mud just as much as you do and keeps fighting when it can hardly stand. and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting

#endwalker spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv spoilers #AAA SPOILERS AAAAAA. LOOKOUT ETC.#miss venat you have beautiful sans undertale eyes #scary image! this is hope and love!!! This is what love and light and the fight to live looks like! And I think that’s neat #I like her. I like that she lives forever and likes bunnies and windhounds and also murder is ok #and I like that sundering was about like. 3/4 for the good of the world and 1/4 Spite

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kirbytripledeluxe · 2 months

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the death toll in gaza has surpassed 28,000. thats more than the population of the town i grew up in.

and its going to be much more given that the iof is invading rafah. the place over a million palestinians were displaced to. yknow, the designated safe zone.

dont stop talking, educating, protesting, donating, etc.. i understand being tired, i am too, but we cant afford to be burnt out. theres no conceivable reason for anyone to think any of this is ok to do to other humans. theyre not just numbers. these are peoples friends, siblings, parents, kids, lovers, spouses. it doesnt matter how far away they are. many of them were lovely human beings, and even those that werent didnt deserve this. they dont deserve this. i hope you already understand that.

#free palestine #free gaza #toast notes #i really hope this is worded well #im not used to posting long serious stuff like this #but i havent seen as many posts about it on my dash as of late. thats scary

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inkskinned · 1 year

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she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

#this btw is not including toxic friendships this is legit just something ive experienced MANY times now #writeblr #you ever have a friend in one of those relationships where ur like #u don't HATE their partner explicitly #but ur like. what the fuck y'all #like the weird part of being an adult is that you can't be like . CERTAIN their relationship is toxic #and also if u move too fast or push too hard u can hurt someone who is already in a scary situation so you just are like #frozen there. laughing awkwardly. saying ''haha..... yeah..... couldn't be me....''#and like u can't tell - is this banter or does he actually think like. he's better than her.#all you can do is be there for your friend and hope they wake up to it #or ... that it really IS good #and it's just odd to you #tbh btw id rather have my friends feel safe coming to me if they have a concern about my relationship #like yes it's not ur business but it also IS bc im making u hang out with them and also ur my friend #it's a weird thing to experience as an adult bc it is such a blurry line and when u spend time #around couples that aren't like ACTUALLY ur friends but instead ''extended friend circle'' ur like #.... i don't know y'all well enough and he just called you a cow. and ur okay with that . and i don't know how to respond.#so ur like :) okay. um. go to couple's counselling i think #but also you are NOT supposed to pass judgement so it's like.... this weird limbo of feeling like you SHOULD say something #but knowing you CANNOT #idk that there's a way to resolve it!!!!!!!! it's probably a different approach person to person #edited my tags bc tumblr's new system fucked em up #PS EDIT: btw i should have said:#the pronouns in this can work in any and every direction. every gender and every sexuality and every #type of relationship tbh. even non-romantic relationships where ur like ''what do u mean ur bff calls u stupid''

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deep-dark-fears · 1 year

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Hi folks, it’s been a while. Here’s a fear submitted by Achintha to deepdarkfears.com/submit - thank you! Looking for a holiday gift for the friendly weirdos in your life? You can find original artwork in my Etsy store! CLICK HERE to check ‘em out. Thanks!

#comics #Deep Dark Fears #deepdarkfears #Fran Krause #scary #fear #artists on tumblr #Sorry folks I know I haven't posted in a few months things have been crazy busy #the truth is that I've continued to do this comic every week for a newspaper in Burlington VT called Seven Days #So I have a bunch to post over the next few weeks #I hope you're all having a lovely holiday!#In three weeks #I'll have been making this comic for ten years! Yikes!

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tojisun · 5 months

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thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!

naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.

simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.

“what?”

“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”

he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.

(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)

he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.

“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.

“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.

“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.

“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”

it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.

“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.

you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”

they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.

simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.

“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”

“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.

his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.

you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.

“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.

simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.

the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.

“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.

simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.

he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.

“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”

he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”

they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.

you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.

you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.

the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”

the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.

“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.

“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”

“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.

his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”

“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.

the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”

the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”

the phrase hits you badly.

your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.

“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”

he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”

“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”

the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.

“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.

“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.

he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.

you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”

he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.

“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.

“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”

the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”

simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?

simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.

…alex?

“wait. that’s alex?”