but this seems to be the gist of it

Note taking tips

Notebook for each class. 

Have a separate notebook for each class. It keeps things organized. Plus, if you keep all of your classes’ notes in the same notebook and you lose that notebook, you’re pretty much SOL. Write clearly. If you’re going to handwrite your notes, make sure you can read them later. PenMANship. It’s got the word “man” in it, so it’s manly. Let go of perfectionism The purpose of note-taking is simple: to help you study better and more quickly. First, what’s new to you? There’s no point in writing down facts you already know. If you already know the Declaration of Independence was written and signed in 1776, there’s no reason to write that down. Anything you know you know you can leave out of your notes. Second, what’s relevant? What information is most likely to be of use later, whether on a test, in an essay, or in completing a project? Focus on points that directly relate to or illustrate your reading (which means you’ll have to have actually done the reading…). The kinds of information to pay special attention to are: 

* Dates of events: Dates allow you to 

  • a) create a chronology, putting things in order according to when they happened, and
  • b) understand the context of an event. For instance, knowing Isaac Newton was born in 1643 allows you to situate his work in relation to that of other physicists who came before and after him, as well as in relation to other trends of the 17th century.

 * Names of people: Being able to associate names with key ideas also helps remember ideas better and, when names come up again, to recognize ties between different ideas whether proposed by the same individuals or by people related in some way.

 * Theories: Any statement of a theory should be recorded — theories are the main points of most classes. 

* Definitions: Like theories, these are the main points and, unless you are positive you already know the definition of a term, should be written down. Keep in mind that many fields use everyday words in ways that are unfamiliar to us. 

 * Arguments and debates: Any list of pros and cons, any critique of a key idea, both sides of any debate related in class or your reading should be recorded. This is the stuff that advancement in every discipline emerges from, and will help you understand both how ideas have changed (and why) but also the process of thought and development within the particular discipline you are studying. 

* Images and exercises: Whenever an image is used to illustrate a point, or when an in-class exercise is performed, a few words are in order to record the experience. Obviously it’s overkill to describe every tiny detail, but a short description of a painting or a short statement about what the class did should be enough to remind you and help reconstruct the experience. 

 * Other stuff: Just about anything a professor writes on a board should probably be written down, unless it’s either self-evident or something you already know. Titles of books, movies, TV series, and other media are usually useful, though they may be irrelevant to the topic at hand; I usually put this sort of stuff in the margin to look up later (it’s often useful for research papers, for example). Pay attention to other student’s comments, too — try to capture at least the gist of comments that add to your understanding. 

* Your own questions: Make sure to record your own questions about the material as they occur to you. This will help you remember to ask the professor or look something up later, as well as prompt you to think through the gaps in your understanding. 

* Note-Taking Techniques: You don’t have to be super-fancy in your note-taking to be effective, but there are a few techniques that seem to work best for most people.

* Outlining: Whether you use Roman numerals or bullet points, outlining is an effective way to capture the hierarchical relationships between ideas and data. In a history class, you might write the name of an important leader, and under it the key events that he or she was involved in. Under each of them, a short description. And so on. Outlining is a great way to take notes from books, because the author has usually organized the material in a fairly effective way, and you can go from start to end of a chapter and simply reproduce that structure in your notes.For lectures, however, outlining has limitations. The relationship between ideas isn’t always hierarchical, and the instructor might jump around a lot. A point later in the lecture might relate better to information earlier in the lecture, leaving you to either 

  • a) flip back and forth to find where the information goes best (and hope there’s still room to write it in) 
  • b) risk losing the relationship between what the professor just said and what she said before. 
 

* Mind-mapping: For lectures, a mind-map might be a more appropriate way of keeping track of the relationships between ideas. Here’s the idea: in the center of a blank sheet of paper, you write the lecture’s main topic. As new sub-topics are introduced (the kind of thing you’d create a new heading for in an outline), you draw a branch outward from the center and write the sub-topic along the branch. Then each point under that heading gets its own, smaller branch off the main one. When another new sub-topic is mentioned, you draw a new main branch from the center. And so on. The thing is, if a point should go under the first heading but you’re on the fourth heading, you can easily just draw it in on the first branch. Likewise, if a point connects to two different ideas, you can connect it to two different branches. If you want to neaten things up later, you can re-draw the map or type it up 

 * The Cornell System: The Cornell System is a simple but powerful system for increasing your recall and the usefulness of your notes. About a quarter of the way from the bottom of a sheet of paper, draw a line across the width of the page. Draw another line from that line to the top, about 2 inches (5 cm) from the right-hand edge of the sheet. You’ve divided your page into three sections. In the largest section, you take notes normally — you can outline or mind-map or whatever. After the lecture, write a series of “cues” into the skinny column on the right, questions about the material you’ve just taken notes on. This will help you process the information from the lecture or reading, as well as providing a handy study tool when exams come along: simply cover the main section and try to answer the questions. In the bottom section, you write a short, 2-3 line summary in your own words of the material you’ve covered. Again, this helps you process the information by forcing you to use it in a new way; it also provides a useful reference when you’re trying to find something in your notes later. Charting Method If your professor’s lecture will be focused on comparing and contrasting two or more ideas, you might consider using the charting method. Create a table in the note-taking program you’re using. Make as many columns as there are categories that you’re comparing and contrasting. Label each column with a category. As you listen to the lecture, record the notes under the appropriate category.

Red & Blue Connection Theory

Be warned there’s gonna be Voltron s3 spoilers in here!! So if you don’t want to see that, look elsewhere. (Also this is super fucking long, I’m sorry.) 

Anyway so I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and what with (at least temporary) Red Paladin!Lance being confirmed, now is probably the time to post this.

Coincidentally, I’ve been spending the past couple weeks looking for foreshadow of the Red and Blue Lions have some kind of Special Connection and there is quite a bit, so I thought I’d share some of what I’ve found.

The gist of it is that I think Red and Blue have some kind of connection that the other lions don’t seem to have with each other. Of course all the lions have a special bond, but there seem to be a lot of hints that the connection between Red and Blue *coughs* and their pilots is something a little different––basically, that Lance and Keith have shown a lot more interest in/connection to each other’s lions than any of the other paladins have.

(And before everyone jumps down my throat, I’m NOT proposing a permanent lion switch so jot that down lol. But I do think temporary lion switches are Good so uhhhh fight me.)

I’m not sure how to go about explaining this, but I’m just gonna break it down to:

- Keith’s connection with Blue

- Lance’s connection with Red

- What Does It Mean

Here we go!!!

Keith & Blue

- I’m still caught up on this whole “Keith sensed the Blue Lion” thing. Granted, it could have something to do with his alien abilities™ (I’m still rooting for Keith with Altean ancestry, y’all) but I still question the choice of having Keith sense Blue, of all the lions. He only detects the location of two lions in canon, and they’re––you guessed it––Blue and Red. 

First we have some kinda vague “energy” that attracts Keith to Blue:

Then we have this part where Keith just … closes his eyes and senses Red somehow??

(These both happen in the first episode, I might add.)

Like I said, this could be some kinda sixth alien sense. But, I do also wonder if it was Blue trusting & calling out to Keith specifically, which is interesting considering he’s not even her paladin.

- Also in the first episode, when they find Blue, Keith & Lance are the first ones to approach her. Keith even reaches Blue before Lance does!

And then they’re both standing right in front of Blue, side-by-side, when she wakes up.

There is still a close-up on Lance when Blue awakens––but even so, everyone else has much more of a one-on-one first interaction with their lion, so this scene in particular stands out to me.

- Other than in the first episode we don’t get much of Keith interacting with Blue in s1 (except for him saving Blue for Lance in s1e06, which is cute!)

But then there’s also this moment in s2 where he starts asking Coran about whether there might have been Galra on earth before, and whether that could have something to do with Blue being on Earth:

Which is especially interesting now that we know that Keith is part Galra. So …. is it possible the previous Blue Paladin might’ve been Galra?? or even could have been an ancestor of Keith’s?

Then of course we have Lance emerging from his room at the mention of Blue, and accusing Keith of “having his eye on the Blue Lion since day one”:

This is … kinda odd considering Keith hasn’t outwardly shown any desire to pilot Blue as far as I can remember. So, obviously this is a throwback to the very first episode in which Keith first sensed Blue––and the fact that it was brought up again out of nowhere makes me suspicious that there’s Something there that hasn’t quite been addressed yet.

Lance & Red

- *rubs hands together* Now this is Extra Fun because now I know for a fact Lance is gonna fly the Red Lion at some point in s3 because it was in the trailer and all …

:’’))

Unfortunately I don’t get to say “I told you so” because I didn’t publish this post before then, but anyway! I’ve been looking for foreshadow of this and honestly?? If you ask me, there are hints of Red Paladin!Lance since the very first episode. (Again, I’m not suggesting Lance becomes Red Paladin forever, so please don’t kill me. But I do think Lance having some kind of connection with Red has been foreshadowed.)

- So!! In the first episode I noticed that when Allura assigns each of them a lion, she doesn’t technically assign Blue to Lance (because he interrupts her, lol). It’s just kind of assumed that he’s Blue Paladin since, well, he’s flown Blue. Now, I’m not saying he’s not the Blue Paladin––he is! Buuut I also find a couple things about this scene Intriguing:

1) Lance looks like he almost expects to be assigned the lion as Allura describes it (even though he already has a lion), and then seems a bit shocked/upset when it gets assigned to Keith instead.

2) Not only that, but you may notice the Red Lion hovers between BOTH of them, which is noteworthy because this doesn’t happen to anyone else when they get their lion assigned to them. Hmmmmmm…

- This may be an unpopular opinion but I actually … also think Lance shows some Red Paladin traits. Once again, that’s not to say that Lance doesn’t also fit into the role of Blue Paladin because of course he does, but I do think he shows traces of being capable of being Red Paladin as well.

Like listen, when Allura is assigning Red, these are her exact words: “The Red Lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master. … Its pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone.”

So really the only qualifications here are: 1) Be skilled. 2) Have good instincts.

And Lance?? Fits those qualifications pretty damn well. He’s a skilled pilot, sharpshooter, and strategist. And he has very strong awareness/instincts as well (i.e. being able to identify the Rover clone super fast, being able to come up with a plan on the Balmera on the fly, etc.). There’s no reason why he can’t fly Red if you ask me.

- Also, when the Red Lion gets fire power for the first time Lance is like, “I want that!!” which is interesting … especially because (at least as far as I can remember) no one else expresses jealousy for another paladin’s lion that way.

And generally I just find it kinda funny that Lance accuses Keith of having his eye on the Blue Lion when Lance has like…canonically had his eye on the Red Lion from pretty early on. 

- In addition to all of the above, there does seem to be some foreshadow about Keith getting separated from Red (at least temporarily). i.e. he has that dream about Red rejecting him.

And there’s also that vision he has in BoM where Red is far away from him.

(Tag yourself I’m the people screaming.)

Could be coincidental …. or could be intentional to foreshadow something about a certain someone else temporarily taking over as Red Paladin.

- And lastly: it may not mean anything, but in GoLion (the original anime) Isamu/Lance was Red Paladin … So, could be a nod to the original!

And yes, he wore a blue outfit but piloted the Red Lion, don’t question it. Color coordination hadn’t been invented yet. 

What Does It Mean?!

- In general, there seems to be a lot of subtle foreshadow that there is Some kind of connection between the Red and Blue lions––or at least, to an extent, Keith and Lance have connections to each other’s lions as well as their own.

- It could mean they are both capable of piloting each other’s lions. I’ll say it again––I’m not suggesting a permanent lion swap or anything along those lines, because both paladins also have very strong connections to their own lions. (Also, I’m not sure about Blue Paladin!Keith at this point, although it’s hard to say since we don’t really know what the quintessence of the Blue Lion is yet.)

However, I think in certain situations their lions could be accepting of the other’s paladin (which of course we know is possible since Keith has piloted Black before, and in the s3 trailer it appears he does so again, as well as Lance piloting Red). So, I feel like that could be important.

- As for the reason behind this connection: It could be because their elements balance each other out (you know, the whole fire-and-ice thing), but what I’m really hoping is that there is some significance in the relationship between the previous Red & Blue Paladins (interpret that however you want––but yeah like, maybe they were good friends??? or …. more than that????) and their lions built up a strong connection because of that (or vice versa).

- TL;DR: I think it’s pretty much inevitable that Red & Blue/Keith & Lance have some kind of special connection (space ranger partners™ amiright) and if you ask me there are a lot of signs pointing in that direction. That’s all, bye.

advice for people in school, taking notes

yo, since it’s that time of year, here’s my unsolicited advice on how to take notes. it’s primarily for college or high school folks but i suppose anyone who is in a positive to take notes could use this.

here’s the advice:

make your notes as CASUAL as possible. by which i mean, put them in your voice, make them funny, use memes, write out information as if you were texting it to your friend, curse!, use everyday phrases and weird internet speak, relate it to your life if possible!, fucking hashtag that shit, relate it to things you like, write out academic articles like they are just Drama happening to your friends, etc etc– do this in class and when doing the readings and when making studying guides for tests!!

even if you are taking notes on the reading and you have NO IDEA what is going on (real talk: im doing reading for my english masters right now and i have NO IDEA what this man is saying), try to get the basic gist or even if you can tell the writer feels negatively or positively towards a particular subject, WRITE THAT SHIT DOWN. 

Here are honest to god, some examples from my notes right now:

  • I have literally no idea what this man is saying– it seems to be something about God?– the difference between learning stuff just for the sake of learning and learning stuff to make order and sense and “find God” 
  • Culture is the study of perfection and goes beyond religion because we make up religion and culture is about more than us?? its possible that’s what this dude is saying. i give it a 60-40 shot.
  • DONT TRUST MACHINERY. EVERYTHING IS MACHINERY. WEALTH IS JUST MACHINERY. CULTURE MATTERS OVER MONEY/MACHINERY/RELIGION/EVERYTHINGGG. GOOO CULTURE!
  • will he ever writer a sentence shorter than 8 lines long??? #probablynot
  • I am not totally convinced by his culture= perfection argument but then again that could be the exact opposite of what he’s saying. 
  • “Another newspaper, representing, like the Nonconformist, one of the religious organisations of this country, was a short time ago giving an account of the crowd at Epsom on the Derby day, and of all the vice and hideousness which was to be seen in that crowd; and then the writer turned suddenly round upon Professor Huxley, and asked him how he proposed to cure all this vice and hideousness without religion. I confess I felt disposed to ask the asker this question: And how do you propose to cure it with such a religion as yours? How is the ideal of a life so unlovely, so unattractive, so narrow, so far removed from a true and satisfying ideal of human perfection, as is the life of your religious organisation as you yourself image it, to conquer and transform all this vice and hideousness?” 10 – I mean i do fuck with this part tho
  • He’s at Oxford. Fucking loves Oxford. On Oxford’s dick

the point is, i clearly don’t really know what’s going on, but hopefully the professor will clue me in and i’ll at least have some idea of what he said by the end of it. plus just writing your notes in a fun casual way is going to make reading back over them SO much more enjoyable and memorable! (there’s science to back this up but i gotta finish this work so no time to fact check myself now just trust me)

alright, advice over. good luck with school dudes!

[OH Also, if you write a direct quote in your notes– ALWAYS WRITE THE PAGE NUMBER. you’ll need that shit if you use it in a paper.]

(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)


Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”

That had been Jack’s first mistake.

It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.

However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.

He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.

There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.

Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.

Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.

Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.

There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.

It’s nice to meet you,” Jack replied in French.

And that had been his second mistake.

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Mixup

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talk of periods

Word Count: 1,913

Prompt: After a witch spews it’s spells on Dean and the reader, the reader wishes for something to happen to Dean, and Dean turns into a whiny bitch about it.

Special thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for betaing.

It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.

Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”

“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”

“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”

Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”

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Signs your TC may like you

“He likes me, he likes me not…”

Before you read this I just want to let you guys know that this is purely for curious and for entertaining reasons; only for the purpose of helping some tcers. So regardless you should NEVER pursue a romantic relationship with your TC while you’re still in school.

Body Language
- He leans towards you whenever you are sitting close to one another
- He rarely turns his back on you
- Has his feet pointed and angled towards you
- Fixes/grooms himself when he sees you (dress to impress)
- Finds an excuse to touch you (e.g. - hugs, high fives, playful punches on the shoulder, etc.)
- He may mimic or imitate your actions
- Prefers to be near you/comes around you a lot
- Acts different towards you (nicer/playful/generous, really depends on personality)
- Will do things to try and make you laugh and stay positive
- He will offer you support
- He would want to be there during important events you may be having
- Smiles a lot and looks at you keenly
- Will try to catch your eye
- May hover around your desk or walk by it a couple times more often than others
- May blush when you’re around, especially the ears
- He may give you small gifts

Eye Contact
- Maintains eye contact during class or when talking to you
- May look away quickly when you catch him staring at you
- His eyes would flicker towards you when he’s made a joke in class
- His pupils may dilate when he talks to you or sees you
- He may look at you when you exit/enter a room filled with people

Verbal
- He might tease you a lot (may be a sign especially if he doesn’t tease other girls)
- He initiates conversation
- He compliments you on your appearance
- He congratulates you especially when you haven’t achieved anything that big
- Keeps a connection with you on social media (e.g. - commenting/liking posts, messaging you, etc.)
- Asks how you are or how your day was especially when he doesn’t do that often
- Is concerned about you
- He doesn’t want anyone to offend you or insult you in his presence, he would defend you at any cost
- He is less likely to allow you return back something you have borrowed before
- He may have a nickname for you
- He says or behaves like he misses you or have been gone for a while/when you’re about to leave
- He will comfort and help you
- He would want to know more about you
- He will offer you unecessary help to impress or keep you happy
- May try to impress you by humble bragging
- Lowers his voice when he talks to you
- May call on you during class a lot even without you raising your hand
- Shows interest in the things you do
- He may commend you to the class
- May write comments on your test papers

Nervousness
- He may nervously laugh when you’re around
- Would get sweaty palms/subtly sweat in general when you’re near
- Fidgets when you’re around
- He may take deep breaths
- Rubs the back of his neck
- Becomes quiet around you when he’s mostly talkative to other people
- Has the ‘deer in the headlights look’ when he sees you

Around People
- He may try to make you jealous by flirting with other girls and may look at you while doing so
- May seem jealous when you are with other guys
- His friends may joke/ tease him or smile/smirk when they see you
- May be nice to your friends

This is just the gist of it, a few signs may not be applicable to some TC’s depending on their personality. Though this mostly addresses the male TC’s, some signs may also be applicable to female TC’s.
I hope this helps!! However this does not mean I’m promoting a teacher/student relationship, and by all means I ask of you to not pursue one while you’re still in school!!

anonymous asked:

Nurseydex - Nurse is mad someone hit on Dex.

“This is weird.”

“It’s not that weird, bro.”

“No, but Holtz, it’s weird.”

“Rans, I’ve been telling you for years, you’ve been undervaluing his hotness.”

And Nursey cannot believe that this is his life right now: sitting in a steamy bar off of Myrtle Beach watching his Not Boyfriend get chatted up by a hella cute couple at the bar where he was supposed to be ordering the team drinks. Oh, and also listening to Ransom and Holster debate his hotness.

“Slow down there, pal, I’m not saying Dex isn’t hot – but get picked up by couple DTF hot??? I don’t know bro.”

“Well, buddy, the proof’s in front of your eyes,” Holster says gesturing to the tableau before them.

And there’s no denying it. The couple, they’re clearly into Dex. One – bikini-clad, petite, curvaceous – leans forward to place a hand on Dex’s arm. Whatever she says as she does draws one of Dex’s shy laughs. Her partner – chiseled, with a jawline to kill, and lips that draw the eye – smiles and comes in closer, making the bubble around the three of that much smaller.

“You underestimate the appeal of his wholesomeness,” Holster continues.

“And his competence!” Bitty plops down onto Holster’s lap, clearly enjoying his latest margarita. “Watching that boy work with his hands…” Bitty trails off on a hum.

“Do I need to be worried?” 

“Jack Laurent,” and if the ooey gooey heart-eyes that Bitty bats up at Jack don’t clear that up, his tone certainly does. 

And now there’s an echo chamber of love and relational confidence that has Nursey pushing away from the crowded table to go find somewhere he can breathe. 

A hand tugs at the flannel he’d thrown on as they’d left the beach to prowl for food and booze before he can get too far away from the table. 

Let no man ever say that Chris Chow is not the kindest of bros. 

“I’m good, Chow, just – the crowd you know.” 

The complicated tumble of emotions on Chowder’s face tells Nursey that he knows just what a load of bullshit that is and exactly what it really is but is also going to respect Nursey’s decision not to deal with that right now even though he strongly disagrees. And that’s what makes Chowder the best: concern, compassion, respect. 

Nursey pushes his way through the crowd and finally makes it outside. The night air is cool now, the balmy ocean breeze strong along the pier. The stores and restaurants are too bright for all but the brightest stars to shine through. But the moon – the moon is full and low and –


drifted behind wispy clouds in the soft warmth of late May. 

Nursey looked for the Sea of Tranquility, prayed that he’d breath enough of that peace in not to somehow ruin this moment.

Dex had agreed to let Nursey use his truck to move his things from the dorm to the Haus if Nursey agreed to help Dex move his things, too. The answer to that was a no-brainer: if Dex was voluntarily requesting his time, he’d be there. 

So they’d spent the day moving their things. Nursey, much to his own surprise, was the lighter packer. His notebooks, poetry anthologies, essay collections and clothes had nothing on the veritable museum’s worth of technology that they hauled out of Dex’s dorm (“It’s all stuff I had to salvage and repair myself, man.”) 

They’d gotten it all into the Haus, but the atmosphere had been heavy with the seniors’ anxiety and nostalgia as they started packing up for the last time and planning a reunion trip for late July.

Dex had only to look his way before they were both moving, heading out to the truck, and then driving out to their spot (Nursey was still confused about how he’d managed to somehow have a Spot with a guy who he wasn’t even sure considered him a friend, but, well) – the grassy expanse just outside of campus where you could almost forget that there was school and hockey and phone calls and family beyond it.

Without words, they’d unrolled Nursey’s reading quilt (“it’s not for picnics, bro”) in the truck bed and both lain down. They hadn’t done it in a while, but it hadn’t lost its familiarity. Or its ability comfort.

It was something Nursey had come to miss, and so he wasn’t going to blow it. He was going to channel Tranquility and just breathe.

“I don’t hate you, you know?”

That’s interesting because, “Going into an overnight vigil over our toss and then avoiding me for a couple months really gets that point across.”

“Nurse –”

“No, it really makes a guy trust that all the work invested in –”

“Nursey –”

“Into actually communicating with you, and getting to know you, and letting you know me –”

“Derek! I like you.

He stopped, glaring at Derek from where he’d pushed himself against one wall of the truck bed.

“Like, I have this weird crush thing that is totally not your issue to deal with but also not a reason we shouldn’t be friends and I’m sorry for being a jerk about it but – yeah.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“That’s it? What am I saying - you’re probably used to this or some shit.”

“Uh, no. Unless you mean being the one having the weird-crush-thing, in which case, yeah. That happens.”

“Oh. Ok. So what do you usually do about it?”

“Well, to be honest, they’re not usually mutual.”

“Quit bullshitting me.”

“Will –”

“Shit, sorry.” Because they’d laid out ground rules, back when they’d realized they might actually be driving Chowder to ulcers, about how they had to to engage. They weren’t allowed to disbelieve the other based on a faulty preconception.

“I’m serious. So, this is a bit new for me.”

“This is – wait. You’re saying – you mean this weird crush thing in particular is mutual.”

“Yeah.”

“Derek –”

“Give me your hand. I’ll show you.”


But that had been before they left for the summer. Before Nursey had flown off halfway around the world to spend actual time with his moms. Before Dex had gotten busy with his Google internship.

They’d kept in touch, kind of, if sporadic texts and the group chat counted. Time differences and project deadlines mattered though. Maybe too much time had passed. Maybe what they’d had in May had finally given Dex the confidence to –

“Hey,” the voice is deep and warm. The calloused hand that’s pressed to Nursey’s chest beneath the open panels of his flannel is so very welcome.

Nursey’s heart begins to pound underneath the weight of it. 

He opens his eyes to watch Will’s face. Will’s caramel eyes are watching his hand, seemingly shocked that his touch could make Nursey react like this.

“Hey.”

“You okay? You disappeared.”

Nursey attempts a smile but stops when it only makes Will frown and shrugs instead. It jostles Will’s hand, but he just settles it at Nursey’s hip instead.

“You seemed a bit busy is all.”

“The couple at the bar, right? That was weird!” Will’s face goes red about the cheeks. “I didn’t even realize they wanted, um, to, uh, well, what they wanted until a minute ago, and uh.”

“What’d you tell ‘em?” Will is here with his hands on Nursey’s skin. He’s pretty confident about what the gist of Will’s response must have been, but he can’t help wanting to know for sure.

“Well,” Will says, a quiet conviction settling over his shoulders in spite of his earlier embarassment, “that I just got into a relationship and hadn’t really had time to figure out if we were ready for that kind of exploration, and – to be honest – I’m probably too possessive an asshole to ever really want to share like that.”

“You can be an asshole.”

“Derek –”

“Do you call me that because no one else does?”

“Does it bother you?”

“No, I’m just trying to see if I can see it. The heretofore unmentioned possessive streak,” he explains at Will’s raised brow.

Will brings a hand up to cup Nursey’s jaw. He runs a thumb across Nursey’s bottom’s lip, gentle but proprietary. It sends a shiver down Nursey’s spine.

“Come here. I can show you.”

When You’re Not Looking

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Peter Parker x reader where they hate each other but Peter talks to her when he finds her crying one day? Maybe about her having depression? Thanks 💜)

Genre: Angst-ish
Warnings: Depression, Suicide kinda hinted at, Crying
A/N: I kind of drew ideas for this from my own experience with mental illness, so I hope it doesn’t offend anyone or come off as inappropriate.
A/N #2: Reader uses female pronouns and is a pyrokinetic

Originally posted by koenigreus

When Mr. Stark recruits a new teenager to the team, Peter doesn’t know how he feels about it. He thinks it’ll be cool having someone his age to work with, but then again, he was used to being Mr. Stark’s “star pupil”. What would happen now with someone new?

He was driving to the new Avengers building that he could never get used to with a random driver in the front. He was invited by Mr. Stark—more like forced, but he didn’t mind—to meet this new recruit. He was nervous but excited, not knowing what to expect. Mr. Stark didn’t give him much information, besides the fact that they were around his age. 

When they finally arrived, Peter got out of the car and breathed out a heavy breath of air. He was led inside by the driver because he still seemed to get so lost in the building, even after visiting multiple times. They arrived at a room he was familiar with, the training room. The driver opened the door for him and closed it behind him after Peter entered.

He was met with a strange sight. Tony stood on one end of the room in his Iron Man suit, and on the opposite end was a young-looking girl. She looked nice enough to Peter, a cold expression on her face that made her seem a bit intimidating. He was about to step onto the mat when her hands lit up in flames, and he gasped, stumbling back.

“Woah!” He yelled, backing up until he was almost pressed up against the door. 

The girl was you, and your eyebrows immediately furrowed when you heard a boy’s voice interrupt you as you were finally getting to where you wanted to be. Your head snapped to the right where Peter was standing, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Is this spider bite?” You asked, looking back at Tony to see him stepping out of the suit. 

“Why yes it is,” he said, a proud look on his face. Tony walked over to Peter, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Peter grinned nervously in response. On the inside, he was spitefully thinking, ‘Spider bite? Really?’

“Parker, this is (Y/N),” Tony said, motioning to you in front of him. You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, but he simply stared at it. That same hand had just been on fire a few minutes prior. He wasn’t going to be touching it anytime soon. After a few moments of silence and him not moving, you slowly retracted your hand and moved it behind your back. 

“Anyways,” Tony said, breaking the awkward silence. “(Y/N) is gonna start training with us here. She’s got a room now- your room, actually.”

Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony. “My room? Why my room?”

“You didn’t want it, remember?” He said, smirking lightly at Peter. You stared blankly as the two interacted.

“Yeah, but-” 

“No buts, Parker. It’s her room now. As you can see, she’s a pyrokinetic; she can form fire with her hands out of nothing, throw it around a little, all those fun things. She’s also trained in martial arts. I’m gonna need you to show her the ropes.”

“The ropes?” Both you and Peter asked simultaneously, but neither of you strayed your stares from Tony.

“Yes, the ropes. She’s gonna be going to your school, so-”

“My school?” Peter asked, bewildered. First his room, now his school? This seemed like too much for a recruit who had just arrived.

“Yes, Parker, your school. You feeling okay today? You seem to be asking a lot of questions- more than usual, and that’s saying something.”

Peter subtly pouted. Mr. Stark hadn’t been this condescending to him in a while. “You’re gonna have to show her around, show her how to be student by day and superhero by night. You know the gist.” Tony turned around towards the door, but Peter stopped him by speaking.

“How am I supposed to show her around if she’s living here?”

Tony looked at him as if he was stupid, and, if Peter was being honest, he hadn’t felt this unintelligent in a while. “There’re these things called cars, Parker. Look ‘em up,” he said, turning around and opening the door.

“Oh, and,” he added. You and Peter both looked at him expectantly. “A little fun fact,” he smiled wickedly. “She’s a few months younger than you. She’s officially bumped you out of the ‘youngest recruit’ spot,” and he turned around, swinging the door shut behind him.

Peter’s face dropped as the door slammed in his face. He was being replaced. He could feel it.

He didn’t take another look at you before opening the door and shutting it behind him himself.


“She’s completely replacing me, Ned! Mr. Stark totally did this on purpose,” Peter groaned to his best friend as they made their way through the crowded school hallways. They were walking towards the office where you were waiting for him to come “pick you up”, according to Tony’s words.

“Maybe he just wanted another person to train,” Ned shrugged, trying to reason with Peter.

“But it doesn’t make any sense! She gets my room-”

“It’s not your room if you don’t stay there.”

“And then my spot as the youngest recruit,” Peter continued on, ignoring Ned’s words. “And now my school! Like, she is just getting in the way of everything.”

They turned the corner to the office, and as Ned was about to respond, they heard a voice say,

“Hey, guys.”

Both their heads snapped towards where you stood in front of the office doors, and Peter’s eyes widened, knowing you had just heard his latest comment. The silence ensued until Ned took matters into his own hands and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ned,” he said with a wide smile. You shook his hand and gave him a small smile, and you could see Peter staring blatantly as yours and Ned’s hands touched. When you let go, he let out a big breath.

“Let’s just go,” Peter muttered, turning around and expecting you to follow him. When Ned turned around to walk next to him, you followed behind the two of them, your smile immediately falling off of your face. “What’s your schedule?”

“Tony said it was the same as yours,” you replied and noticed Peter’s hands instantly form into fists. You looked away.

“Of course,” he said under his breath. You didn’t think you were supposed to hear him. You heard him. You followed them to their class and you were about to sit next to Peter until he pulled the chair away from you. “That’s Ned’s seat.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with his blatant dislike of you. “Fine,” you smirked, moving to stand right next to Peter. You stood over him, and he looked up at you confusedly. You shoved him from the chair, and you were thankful the room was empty so you wouldn’t get in trouble on your first day of school. You laughed when he let out a yelp, and you sat down on the stool he previously sat on. He caught himself on his hands and stood up swiftly. 

“Get out of my seat,” he said, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched.

“Hm, no,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

Ned stood back, watching the whole interaction with wide eyes. He watched as Peter looked down at the ground angrily before moving to sit behind you, and he watched as you turned your head to face the desk, smirk wiped from your face and instead replaced with a solemn look and a bitten lip.


“Mr. Stark, c’mon, this is completely unreasonable,” Peter laughed nervously, darting his eyes between his mentor and the wall. He didn’t look anywhere near where you were seated across the room.

“It’s not unreasonable. (Y/N) needs to be out in a real-life situation where she can use her abilities and learn how to help them grow. Tonight is the night, Parker. Don’t let her leave your sight,” Tony responded, standing from his chair and readying himself to leave the room.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said, looking at Tony expectantly as he looked back at you. Peter kept his gaze trained on the table.

“I know that. But Parker does,” Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony, an angry expression on his face.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come on, kid. You should be used to my jokes by now,” Tony said, one eyebrow raised on his forehead as he walked past Peter and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“I can’t do my job well if I have to be watching her instead of the bad guys,” Peter replied, and Tony looked at him blankly. You stayed silent.

“Learn how to multitask, then,” were Tony’s last words before leaving the room.

“You better not mess this up,” Peter finally looked at you for the first time that day, and you tilted your head at him.

“I wasn’t planning on it. You, on the other hand,” you paused, dramatically sighing and shaking your head before standing from your chair and walking to the door. “I can’t be so sure.”

And you walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. As you walked down the hallways you had since gotten used to after sleepless nights spent memorizing them, your confident expression fell from your face. You let your shoulders sag and your head tilt closer to the floor so now one could see your face, covered by your hair.

You let out a shaky breath as you made your way to your bedroom, or, as it had now been ingrained into your head Peter’s bedroom. You needed a long nap; you didn’t think you ever wanted to wake up from it.


“Where have you been?” Peter yelled at you as soon as he saw your figure arrive on the rooftop he had texted you to meet at. He was clad in his Spiderman suit, and you were in your special fireproof suit that Tony had made for you.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you replied, not adding any wit. You were too tired for that. 

Overslept?” Peter yelped, throwing his arms out to gesture to the view around you. “The city is counting on us!”

You looked to where he motioned to, and you knew the landscape was beautiful. You just couldn’t seem to find the energy in yourself to appreciate it.

“Calm down, spider bite,” you muttered, walking up to the edge of the building and preparing to jump. Tony added a flying feature to the suit, and you had yet to try it out yet. You figured this was a good a time as any. “Let’s go,” you said, and you jumped. You heard him yell from above you, but you payed no mind to him as you ordered the artificial intelligence to release the wings. You began to float in seconds when you felt a large rush of air from behind you, and you laughed as you hooked your arms in the loops Tony left for you to guide yourself with. 

You flew back up to the rooftop shakily, setting yourself down on the ground, and you realized Peter is no longer there until a few seconds later when he swings in front of you.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, ripping his mask off of his face to stare wide-eyed at you. “You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” you shrugged and commanded the wings to retreat again. They disappeared instantly.

“You can’t just go risking your life like that! That’s not how this works!”

“Sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” You said, raising your own mask form your face to stare back at him.

He remained silent.

“I can’t wait until I don’t have to babysit you anymore,” he muttered, sliding his mask back on. You did the same so he couldn’t see the hurt etched across your face.

“Ditto,” you forced out, turning away from him. “Let’s just get this night over with. i don’t want to spend more time in your company than I have to.”

You heard Peter scoff, but it echoed in the air as you jumped off of the building again. Your wings released and you began to float again, but you almost wondered what would have happened if the wings hadn’t released.


Peter noticed you were especially quiet today at school. You looked tired with bags under your eyes and your sluggish walking. Your hair was frizzy and you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not looking up even when Peter tried to bicker with you.

“Why are you so quiet today?” He finally asked after your third class together. He figured you still needed his guidance around the halls, and it was the only reason he was still walking with you. Really. That’s the only reason why, he insisted to himself. 

“Just tired,” you replied, voice so soft that Peter was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his enhanced hearing.

“Well, uh,” he stumbled over his words, not used to you giving in to him so easily. “You better get that sorted out. You can’t be like this when we go on missions.”

You simply nodded. “Got it,” you said, just as soft. You didn’t turn to look at him, keeping your eyes on the ground still.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, but he kept silent the rest of the way to the classroom.


It’d been three weeks, and you were still acting quiet. Peter would try to start fights with you, try to instigate you in any way, waiting for the (Y/N) he knew to bark back at him as much as he did to you. But it never happened.

You would act normal if Tony was around, but otherwise, you stayed silent. You only replied with words if it was necessary, mostly sticking to nods and shakes of your head. Even when you did speak, it was in short, soft phrases that left Peter waiting for more.

“I don’t know where she is, Mr. Stark! I’ve looked everywhere!” Peter now exclaimed over the phone as he ran through the Avengers building, not knowing where else to look for you. You seemed to have run away, and he didn’t know what to do. He called out for you, yelled your name into multiple rooms and hallways, but he wasn’t sure if you would have even responded if you heard him. So he looked through every small space and every big space, and he had practically searched the whole building.

And he still couldn’t find you.

Tony was not being any help. At all. “I’m telling you she’s still there. I would have known if she left. Just keep looking,” he replied calmly.

“I’m telling you I’ve looked everywhere,” Peter said, and he was sure this is the most forward he’s ever been with his mentor. But he didn’t care. At this point, he was getting aggravated.

“Did you try the roof?” 

The silence left in response answered Tony’s question. 

“Check the roof,” he said, and then hung up.

Peter groaned and sighed at the same time, making his way to the elevator to take him to the top floor of the building. He waited impatiently even though the ride up took mere seconds. The elevator doors opened to a staircase, and he followed them, finding a set of doors at the top. He rushed through them, shouting your name as he made his way onto the roof.

The sight in front of him made him freeze. You were curled into the corner, leaning back against the short concrete wall bordering the rooftop. Your head was buried into your hands, but Peter could make out sobs. You were shaking violently. Peter didn’t know what to do.

He slowly and quietly made his way towards you; you didn’t seem to notice he was there until he was only a foot away from you and said your name softly. Your head whipped upwards in shock. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw your face, swollen and red and tears running down your face.

“Please leave,” your voice cracked when you spoke, and you rested your head back onto your knees so he wouldn’t see your face any longer. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, sitting down next to you and leaning back against the wall. He put an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him for comfort. You may not have been his favorite person on Earth, but he knew what it felt like to be so low, to feel like you’d never dig your way out of the hole you’re stuck in. 

You continued to sob. Peter watched you and rubbed your back until your breathing sounded even again. It took a while, but he sat there patiently comforting you, not caring about how long it would take.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes still wet, but no longer feeling so overwhelmed by everything. You wiped at your nose and cheeks, hiding your face from Peter still as you kept it tucked into his chest. He continued to rub your back, and you were surprised he didn’t pull away immediately after you stopped sobbing. You weren’t sure you had ever witnessed him being this kind until now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You chuckled bitterly, dropping your hands into your lap and staring absentmindedly. “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Peter said, surprising you. 

So you told him your story. You rambled on and on about how your parents had abandoned you when they discovered your powers five years ago, how you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, so you put up a cold front to keep people from getting close to you. But you never liked to fight. You never liked to be rude to people, you confessed to him, but it was an automatic defense mechanism that always made people think you were a bitch.

“You’re not a bitch,” he added in at this point. “At least, not really,” he joked, and when you laughed brightly and he could feel the vibration of it in his chest, he smiled in response.

You told him how you’d find yourself being sad more often than not, and not having the motivation to do anything. Because what was the point? 

And then Tony came into your life last year. He took you in, broke you out of your automatic habit of being rude to anyone who even looked your way, and he cared for you. That was the most important. 

He helped you control your powers and he taught you how you could use them for helping instead of destructing. But still, you were sad. You had no motivation. You just wanted to stay in bed all day and sleep, but when you tried to, sleep would never come. So you’d walk around by yourself. That was when you’d find the loneliness creep in.

But even if you were in a crowded room of people, you said to him, you would never feel more alone than at that moment.

It was silent for a few minutes after you had finished speaking. His arm was still around your shoulders and your head still rested on his chest. His chin was on top of your head, leaning against it. It was a nice moment. 

Peter found himself enjoying your presence, and you with his.

“I think,” he said, breaking the silence, but with a quiet voice. “Maybe Tony could get you some help. Or if you don’t want him knowing, then I can research some people. Maybe they can, I don’t know, make you feel better isn’t the right way of saying it. Help you?”

A warm feeling began to form in your chest. Maybe it was joy that someone other than Tony was showing you compassion, or the fact that it was Peter—the boy who had been so hostile to you these past few months that you had known him for; but to be fair, you weren’t so nice to him either.

“I’m just tired of being so sad all the time,” you whispered in response, worried that your voice would crack if you spoke any louder.

Peter stayed silent, rubbing your back again to comfort you some more, almost as though he could feel that you needed it. 

And as the two of you stayed on the roof the rest of the night, watching the sky fade into different colors as the sun set, with your head still resting on his chest, you knew you had made a new friend today in Peter Parker. 

And you were glad.

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Stereotypical (8) conclusion

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it! :) xxxx

“Clint, you better be nice” you check your make-up in the mirror one last time before straightening imaginary wrinkles in your dress.

You’re not dressed overly chic, it’s a casual night after all. Just dinner at your place, something you cooked up yourself. Nothing complicated, honestly. Something that can’t really go wrong.

Still, you’re nervous. Clint has been clear about how he feels about the entire situation; he doesn’t trust Bucky.

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Fairy Tail Dragon Cry [Script Teaser]

So…. I went to Mashima’s exhibit last month, which was an awesome experience (I was actually able to see Mashima there since I went the first day).

I have been keeping this picture I took to myself because my other pictures I posted were taken without credit and re-uploaded onto multiple sites. Needless to say, I’m still kind of reluctant to post this but I haven’t seen it posted anywhere.

This script teaser was in a display case next to the TV the trailer was playing, along with all the promotional posters, and character designs. Not going to provide a full translation, but here is a short summary without much context:

- Gajeel, Levy, Lily, and Juvia are in a scene together. Seems to be the part where they are working at a restaurant, and Gajeel is singing in a white suit.
- Juvia’s “Gray-sensor” is tingling. She senses him somewhere.

Scene switches to Team Natsu.
- Gray feels a “chill” (because of Juvia’s sensor in the other scene). 
- Erza and Natsu talk about the weather surrounding them.
- Happy apologizes for farting (I am not joking).
- Lucy talks about Stellar Kingdom and its relation to stars.

That’s really the gist of it. There’s only so much you can understand without context, especially Japanese. The conversations going on aren’t anything important, but if someone wants to post a proper translation they can, just link back to this post please. Thanks!

#95-Matt the Radar Technician

“I know it’s you.”

Words: 1.5 K +

Warnings: None
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You were sitting at the cafeteria table when it happened. You had heard about it from a few rumors a couple of days ago, that you were getting a new assignment. But not any assignment. A new guy.

He walked in, looking around with a confused, lost look on his face. Something about him was familiar. He had large glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, an angular face, large, pouty lips, thick black eyebrows and curly blonde hair. Some strands of black hair were visible through the blonde locks. He glanced around, surveying the area before saying,

“Hello… I’m Matt. A Radar Technician.”

Oh dear… You thought. That was your cue. ‘Matt’ spotted you, and you walked over to him. Holding out your hand, you puffed your chest, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as he took your hand.

“Name’s Y/N.”

“Matt.”

“I know that.”

“I’m a Radar Technician.”

“Mhm. Me too. Wonderful.” Scrunching your face, you inspected him. He smiled awkwardly. “Okay, Matt… Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I guess they want me to show you around first. Get the gist of what we do.” Matt nodded, and you breathed out. “Alright then…” Turning around, you lead him out of the cafeteria, walking fast. Quickly pointing out random things, you lead him through a tour of your sector. Explaining what the 'Radar Technicians’ do and such. He seemed pretty interested in it. Almost too interested… But you brushed it off as new worker excitement. He wouldn’t be like this in a week. If he lasted that long…

On the way, you turned to Matt. Noticing that he was staring at you with wide eyes and a dorky smile on his lips. When you looked back, he abruptly looked away as if that would cover his actions. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head slightly and pushed your hands into your pocket.

Matt suddenly caught up to you, and blurted out, “so… what do you think of Kylo Ren?”

“You mean our boss?” You shrugged. “He’s alright. He’s not around a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But when he does come around, remember to… Well… I guess you just have to learn the hard way.”

“What?”

“Uh… Well, he has… Anger management issues. Let’s just say that. Yep. And if you piss him off, sometimes either he’ll force choke you or start wrecking shit with his lightsaber. Shit, you and I have to clean up.” Smiling sarcastically, you pulled your hand from your pocket and patted Matt on the back. You saw a sudden flash of anger in his dark eyes, and you retracted your hand. “Okay then…”

Throughout the day, you lead Matt around, listening to him splurge on information of Kylo Ren, and how he 'admires’ him, and that he deserves more respect for what he’s doing.

Nodding, going along with it, you began to wonder what this guy’s deal was with Kylo… In all retrospects, you hardly knew the guy. But you had been working on the Starkiller Base for a good 3 years by the time this Matt showed up. He wasn’t even done with his first day and he already knew more about Kylo Ren then anyone. Even you, who served directly under the guy.

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When your afternoon break came, you had pretty much had enough of this 'Matt’ guy. He was obnoxious. Nervously, obnoxious. It was like he couldn’t be quiet for 5 seconds let alone the 7 hours of the day you had left.

Of course, they choose my longest day to introduce the new guy…. You think, rubbing your temples.

Walking over to the vending machine, you tied your hair up in a ponytail, punching in the number, and grabbing a bag of chips. When you sat down at the table, Matt was staring intently at you. Something he hadn’t stopped doing since you two met. But he seemed familiar with you…. Too familiar. As if he already knew you somehow….

You began to think about Kylo Ren, and how he never showed his face. You only knew he had black hair from the time that he had taken off his mask when he was walking to his chambers at the end of the day. You didn’t see his face, but you saw enough to know it was him.

Mulling this over, you bit the inside of your cheek. Looking over Matt’s loose blonde hair and the dark black roots, alongside stray black strands that were pulled at the bottom, as well as through the blonde curls.

“So… Matt… Where did you say you came from?”

“I didn’t.”

“Mhm.”

“What did you do before this?”

“You tell me…”

“What?”

“What?” You leaned forward, about to grab his glasses and pull them off, as if that would confirm your suspicion, when your friend, y/f/n came over. Sliding next to you. Ecstatic, she held out her hand to Matt, who shook it hesitantly.

“Y/N. Have you heard?”

“Heard…”

“Apparently, the Resistance has a lead on where Luke Skywalker’s map is located.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“What about Luke Skywalker?” Matt leaned forward.

“You’re the new guy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Luke Skywalker-”

“I know who Luke Skywalker is.”

“Jesus-Yeah… Y/N… Can I talk to you alone?”

Pulling you aside, your friend leaned forward, about to say something, when you cut her off. “I think Matt is Kylo Ren.”

At your words, y/f/n stared at you with wide eyes. Glancing behind you at Matt, and then back at you. “Seriously? No way.”

“He knows more about him than I do, or quite frankly, anyone that I’ve ever known. He can’t stop talking about him! Kylo Ren has black hair, and Matt’s hair looks pretty inconsistent regarding it’s supposed to be blonde.”

“There’s no way! That guy’s way too cute to be Kylo Ren.”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, throwing your head back. “You couldn’t be more inappropriate. That’s our boss!”

“You don’t know that…” She winked. Stuttering, you attempted to respond, but just walked away, flustered. You slid back into the seat and crossed your arms. Staring Matt dead in the eyes. You shivered, a coldness washing over you like a blanket. Y/f/n then sat beside you, and you bit your lip.

“I know it’s you.” You pressed forward, looking for a reaction. And boy, did you get one. Matt’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously.

“Who? My-My name is Matt-”

“You’re Kylo Ren!”

Matt then sat up abruptly, pushing his chair out, and rushing out of the room. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Or, at least, you didn’t see Matt.

Walking back to your room, your tired feet dragging on the ground, you noticed Kylo Ren waiting by your door. Instead of a blonde dork, he had his natural black hair flowing around his sharp face, and black clothes wrapped around his muscular shape. Swallowing, you slowed your steps until you stopped right in front of him.

“Hello.” He said, his voice filtered with a certain darkness. Still holding the same nervousness as before, however.

“Hello, Matt the Radar Technician.”

“Look-I’m sorry.” He pressed forward, closing the gap between you. Realizing what he had done, he quickly took a step back and cleared his throat. “I… I wanted to get to know you. I was afraid if you just knew me for Kylo Ren, you’d be too afraid.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you.”

“What?”

“I’ve never really been afraid of you. You didn’t have to go undercover to talk to me.” Clenching your jaw, the tense air between the two made you nearly cringe away. God, you hated awkward silences. But there Kylo was, with his soft, gentle complexion and understanding eyes. Standing in front of you with only the sound of his breaths penetrating the air around you.

When you began to reach out for your door. Kylo suddenly then grabbed your arm, moving you back so that you were pressed underneath him, your back to the cold metal and your breath ragged from the surprise.

What happened was unexpected. From knowing the man with a mask to your encounter with Matt the Radar Technician, you didn’t expect to find yourself leaning into the touch of Kylo Ren, your lips moving against his. But there you were, biting his bottom lip, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tippy toes to kiss him harder. Running his hands up your back, you breathed out, pulling away and staring into his eyes. Kylo cleared his throat, and then rubbed his hands on his sides.
“I guess… I’ll see you later.”

“Kylo?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep the glasses. They were cute.”

This made him smile, and for the first time, you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

[Therapy]

Therapist!Negan x Reader 

A/N: Ugh I’m a shitty person, I am so sorry this is late! Something unexpected came up today which delayed my editing >.< Thank you to the beautiful @noodlecupcakes for tagging me in your awesome challenge! Your prompts were freaking awesome xx I hope you guys enjoy this  ¯\(°_o)/¯ Shoutout to @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 for helping me out during my rut & listening to me vent out my struggles <333 love you! xx 

Tags: SMUT – TW: attempted sexual assault, and suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship ~ 

(gif by @mypapawinchester

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Tick, tock, tick, tock… 

You glanced over towards the large window, watching the sun set in the distance. Stepping away from the shelf, you effortlessly glided over and placed both your hands against the cold glass, soaking in the aerial view of the city below. The sky had painted your pinstriped skater dress orange, while it’s rays bounced off the delicate golden chain around your neck. 

You focused in on the coordinated movements of speedy cars driving between the intersections of the busy streets. Your lips curved into a half smile; from up here the view was beautiful but drop yourself down and you knew you would be stuck in the maddening chaos of rush hour. 

After six months of spending your evenings in this meticulously neat office, you wouldn’t have expected yourself to admit that you found this space cathartic. When you were here, you weren’t suffering from the misery of your loneliness because at least there was someone else around with you. 

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So. I gotta admit, after seeing this page, I kinda expected a bunch of posts talking about it? Like, I know we already knew the gist of flip flop’s powers, but this use of it really got me thinking. Flip flop shifted Isabel to the other side of the door, so we know he has the ability to move his user tp the opposite side of an obstacle/through it. Or, one could say, opposite side of a barrier? Maybe flip flop’s power would work on the barrier, maybe not, but this just seems like some major foreshadowing to me. I think flip flop and Isabel are gonna be able to cross the barrier. Sorry if this is all bull, I don’t really post my idiot theories, but if I’m right then I want bragging rights so here I am

Believe in me

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: BTS scenario challenge? this is where I determine the title, fluff or angst and the member. BUT YOU determine what happens in the story based off of how you interpret the title. sound good? READY? here’s the criteria. TITLE: Believe in me, Angst to fluff, MEMBER: Jeon Jungkook

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With trembling hands you held your phone, walking up the same steps you had many times before. When you walked up these stairs before it was different. Before you felt this rush of excitement in your chest, you could barely wipe the smile off of your face, and you were only thinking about one thing. Jungkook, himself. The boyfriend you had loved so dearly had invited you over for something a little less than exciting. As you walked up the stairs this time you felt scared and worried about what was going to happen. You wanted to trust him in his choices but for once you wanted to be greedy and tell him he was wrong. You wanted him to push aside everything else and just hang around for one more day. One more day to tell him how much you loved him, one more day to wake up to those good morning texts, one more day to tell people he was all yours. 

But you weren’t that person. You weren’t going to tell him how hard it was going to be without him and you weren’t going to cry in front of him. You weren’t going to tell him to quit his dream or even think about begging him to change his mind. You told yourself it took a lot to do that for a person. If you were willing to do anything they ask, including break up, so they could achieve their dream then you were really in deep. 

A steady finger lingers its way to the doorbell and presses it down carefully. After a few seconds of hearing something shuffling from inside your face is met with a familiar one. 

“Hey…” Jungkook let’s out with a saddened tone.

“Hey.”

You gave a smile despite the situation and it seemed to have caught him off guard. He took your hand to bring you into the house, taking you to his room. As he shut the door behind you, you sat down on the desk chair next to you. 

“Y/N-…Damn this sucks…”

You look up at him promptly. “It’s okay, kookie. I already know the gist.”

He sits down on his bed, looking down at his lap. You can tell this was bothering him, bad. 

“The company just thinks it would be best if I debuted without a girlfriend. The whole devotion to the fans sort of thing. But I promise, right now, that when we make it big i’m going to find you and make this work again.”

“Do you want to promise that though? Who knows how long that could take. Wouldn’t it just be easier on you to just let go? This whole thing means the world to you and you know that i’m not going to be the one to get in the way.”

Jungkook sighs. “I know, I know. I just need you to believe in me. It’ll take time but I’ll find you again. We agreed on no contact until then and I’m not going to ask you to wait for me if you find someone else but I’m telling you that for me I don’t think there is going to be anyone else.”

“Jungkook you don’t know that.”

He looked away from as if he was not going to fight with you about it. His foot was tapping on the hard wood flooring.

“I just wish I could do this without leaving you behind..” He mumbled. 

You opened your mouth to argue the benefits of it but he surprised you with the tears welling up in his eyes. You were suddenly frozen since you’d never seen him cry in front of you before. The overwhelming urge to cry was back but you tried not to make it worse than it already was. You stood up from the chair, sitting next to him. You reached over and hugged him close to you. Your hands gently stroking the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, not knowing what else to say as comfort. 

He sits back to look at your face, with your arms still around him. 

“Yeah. Me too…” 

You lean up to give him a kiss but he stops you.

“As much as I want you to, please don’t. It’ll only make it worse.”

You give him a nod and stand up from the bed.

“So this is it, huh?”

Jungkook manages a nod back. “For now.”

You smile at him one more time. “Yeah, For now.”

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3 years later

It seemed almost like yesterday when you thought about that day. You could still remember the look on his face and the heavy mood of the room itself. Sometimes you wondered what it could have been like if you didn’t just walk away but you have to tell yourself you did the right thing. The group he ended up debuting in seemed more than successful for about a year now but you still hadn’t heard a word from him. It was strange to you on why you even started to think about this. 

Maybe it was the hot weather that reminded you of the summers you spent together or maybe walking in the city reminded you of how you ran into him for the first time. You had just come to Korea and had no idea how to get to the apartment you had previously purchased. You stopped the person who seemed the nicest and even though you Korean wasn’t the best back then he walked you all the ways there. He always was the sweetest person you knew even when he pulled those dumb pranks or got competitive over the little stuff. To be honest, you loved those things about him. He’d pretend to act bratty or get on your nerves but when it came down to it he was caring. A bit strange sometimes but definitely caring. 

“Excuse me, I’m a little bit lost. Do you think you can help me?” Someone asked in English from beside you.

You glance up from your phone. “Huh? Oh sure. Where do you need to go?”

The brown haired man explained in detailed a near by cafe that you had remember going to before. You tried to explain to him that it was just down the road but he insisted that you showed him. As you politely agree you can’t help but think he must be really afraid of becoming lost. If he was foreign then you could definitely relate to the feeling of not wanting to get lost in a different country.

As you two approached the cafe he stops in front of it.

“Is it okay if I buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you?” He asks.

You look at your phone to check the time.

“Uh sure. I still have another hour to spare.”

The man smiles. “Good.”

He guides you into the cafe and walks you over to a table. You assume it’s because he wants you to sit down while he gets the coffee but when you see Jungkook sitting at the table in front of you, you cover your mouth in shock. He must have asked the guy to do it as a favor.

Jungkook gives you a smile this time, bunny teeth and all.

“Hey Y/N. Have you been okay?”

“It’s Kinda Distracting...” (Joji)

Anon Request: I really would like to read a post about the reader trying to get Joji to stop editing for a bit and to pay attention to her, like he’s trying to focus but he eventually gives in? Like maybe reader just starts to give him the succ and he can’t help it? I just love this blog it’s chill if you have other stuff to do too dude


I sat in bed, patiently waiting for Joji to finish whatever he was doing on the computer and climb in bed next to me. I had been libidinous for the past week and a half, craving his touch and wanting his hands all over me. At first, I left him alone, wanting him to finish whatever project he had himself set on. But as time went on, the less he came to bed. I would hear the water of the shower on, signaling he was occupying the bathroom, but he would come out newly dressed in some sleepwear and then go back to his “man cave” to proceed with what he was doing earlier. I laid there on my back, trying to make myself engaged in some other activity other than just staring blankly at nothing. The TV bored me and made me lethargic, my eyes drooping slowly. I sat up rapidly, slapping myself out of it, I went over to Joji’s little “man cave”, opening the door, I saw him behind his desk on his laptop in nothing but his plaid, flannel pajama pants. I leaned on the doorframe using my shoulder as I crossed my arms over my chest. I bit my lip as I watched him: his damp hair slightly getting in his view as his eyes concentrated on the screen, his bare torso exposed as he sat there unbothered.

“Hey.” I let out softly letting my fingers dance across the wooden frame of the door, “You coming to bed?”

“Uh…what time is it?” he asked without looking up, the mouse clicking louder than usual.

“Currently, it is twelve o’ three a.m.” I answered looking at the nearby clock.

Fearlessly, I walked into the room hoping I’d catch his eye, but I didn’t succeed. I sat on the edge of his desk and he sighed, telling me he wasn’t finished with what he was working on. With my bare legs, and being in nothing but my underwear, he wasn’t paying attention. Joji loved it when I showed off this much skin and would refuse to keep his hands off of my body. He was not even close to finishing up his work, but that didn’t mean he had to put me off the way he was. I brought myself back onto my feet and walked behind the chair he was seated on, I placed my hands-on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. Leaning into him a little slightly, I placed a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Baby, not right now, okay? I’m not done editing yet. And after I’m done with this I need to edit a video I’m uploading soon.” he whined as he shrugged me off, “We can continue this tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“You promised me yesterday…” I muttered.

Although it dawned on me that I should leave him alone so he can edit at his own pace without feeling rushed, I couldn’t help but grow more impatient as the minutes, hours, seconds, went by. I sighed and brought myself to my knees, not wanting to let any more time to go to waste. I made sure to make quick movements before I changed my mind completely. Joji was always one to cherish his time alone when it came to editing, and I was the one to always respect that, but he’s never edited this long before. Crawling my way around his desk in order to enter through the open front part of it, I was pretty bothered by the fact he hadn’t noticed me duck down onto my hands and knees or noticed me as I crawled away. My chin came in contact with his knee lightly as I placed it on there, hoping he’d get the gist of what my actions were trying to show him. Joji seemed to not have any reaction to what I was doing so I amped up my motions: I let my hand trail up his clothed leg, the loose fabric so thin I could manage to feel his leg hairs through his pants. My hand stopped at his crotch, to which he then sat up straighter with a jolt, “Whoa, hey…what are you doing under there?” he asked me confused.

“I just wanna touch you a little bit…” I admitted as I continued to caress his groin area.

“Babe, come on out from under there. It’s kinda distracting…I told you I’m busy editing.” he sighed in his ‘I told you already not to do that’ tone.

“Keep editing…I promise you wont get too distracted.” I explained as I somehow found my hand creeping it’s way into his pants.

Joji agreed to letting me touch him as he worked. There were a few times, within the couple of minutes that I sat there jerking him off, I felt him suppress moans and grunts. As he grew harder I decided to let my mouth do the rest of the work. I took his length from out of his boxers and his pants, the cold air making him feel relieved due to the temperature rising in his pants. The clicks of his mouse continued as I begin licking up his shaft slowly, then taking him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his tip. Joji gasped then cleared his throat, as if he didn’t want me to know how good it made him feel because he was too busy focusing on his bright screen. Taking more of him in my mouth was always challenging since he was big in size but it was well worth it if it meant getting a reaction out of him. He groaned in a rough manner, his clenched fists now lying beside him. With one hand on his shaft, I made swift movements with my wrist skillfully as I carried on sucking. Sooner than expected, his hands found their way into my hair, entangling in the nest on my head as he tried putting my hair in a ponytail. It wasn’t long enough until his moans became irregular and more notable as they got louder. He sucked in a breath as I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, motioning me to keep going. I knew he was close and instead of me making a witty comment, I went back to sucking him off. Using my tongue to massage his length as I bobbed my head up and down with his help, he cussed in Japanese. It turned me on when he did that and even if this was just me sucking him off and not him fucking me after, I didn’t care…he was a sight to see what he was in pleasure.

“Y/N…fuck.” he breathed.

Placing my hands on either side of his thighs, I took more of him into my mouth, earning moans from him, I took it as my sign of approval.

“Y/N..” he moaned with his hand entangled in my hair as the other was clenching the arm of the chair, “Fuck, stop…I- I’m gonna cum.”

The thing I loved most about sucking Joji off was that he would always try and cut it short for fear that he might cum too quickly but would give in anyway if it meant that at the end of the day it would be me getting the job done. His grip on my hair got tighter and he cussed once more in his foreign language before whispering, “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Doing as I was told, he moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as his cum doused the back of my throat. Letting out a chain of cuss words from his lips, he lightly panted as I persisted to suck him off. Joji let out a grunt and removed my lips from his cock. I studied him attentively as he got up from his chair and held out his hand to me. Thinking he was going to help me up from my spot under his desk, I was in for a wild ride when he instead yanked me up on my feet and turned me around so that my butt was facing him and my hips were pressed against his desk. It was as though he’d finally snapped out of his trance and acknowledged me, as he should.

“Thought you didn’t wanna get distracted?” I provoked, turning my head to look at him.

Joji was strenuously removing my underwear from under the oversized shirt but soon stopped once it fell to my ankles. He chuckled to himself, “Thought this was what you wanted?” he told me in a taunting manner as he slipped a finger inside me.

I gasped and gripped the desk so hard it made my knuckles turn white. Joji went on and added another finger, he pumped them inside me vigorously. Hanging my head low as my moans grew louder, he suddenly stopped. About a few seconds passed by with no action or motion from him so I turned around to see what it was he was doing and I witnessed him sucking his fingers before he grasped his cock and pushed himself inside me at a fast pace. I grabbed one of his hands that was placed on my waist and tightened my clutch on it as he filled me with every inch of him, clouding my mind with euphoria. Joji grunted in an animalistic manner when he began thrusting faster and rougher, taking my leg and propping it up on the desk made it more so he had more access and could go deeper than he already was. I removed my hand from his and slammed it flat back on the desk, letting my hands and arms glide forward so that the upper part of my body was occupying the desk. Joji’s fingers worked my clit earning a loud moan from me.

“Joji..” I warned him with my eyes shut tightly as I focused on how sensual he was making me feel.

Alternatively, he took this as his signal to get rougher and faster, which is exactly what he did. I brought my self back up on my hands and Joji began ramming me with his thick cock, turning me into a spastic moaning disaster. My moans became consistent and as did his. Gripping his hands tightly, I came all over him as he continued thrusting distortedly, letting me know he was going to cum, so I turned around and took his length into my mouth once more as I planted my my knees on the floor. Joji’s hands went straight for my hair as I sucked him off, he moaned in a raspy deep tone. Once he came, I swallowed willingly and got up, observing his panting figure as he plopped himself into his swivel chair, tucking his dick away. He was sweaty and so was I. Picking my underwear up with his fingers, he smiled and threw them at me, “You gonna go back to editing?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I began putting my underwear on.

“I’m not done with you yet…that was round one, I’m taking a small break. So there’s no use in putting those back on.” he laughed referring to my lace underwear as they were hooked with my fingertips.

I slid them down and went to sit on his lap, “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” he winked at me.

Distracting him was my best idea yet, and even Joji agreed.

Okay I ain’t pissed but I just gotta say something

The quality of the Junker short seemed a bit naff compared to the other ones

I mean, here’s an in-game and cinematic comparison for tracer : 

Widowmaker:

Hanzo:

And Sombra:

But then our boy Junkrat doesn’t looks any different?

Maybe it’s the lighting or I’m just seeing things but just know, I am definitely not pissed

Edit: Alrighty y’all are saying it ain’t the official short and I get that, but I’m just sad that the first time we get something about the boys, they’re not shining in all their HD glory

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war veteran!reader specific. Starts out very serious and ends on a somewhat silly note because we’ve been too angsty here lately. This is a little sloppy because I wrote it in about ten minutes, but I was in the mood for speed-writing so this is what you get.


If the Doctor had ever asked you, you would have proudly told him that, yes, you had served. You were a soldier. You were one of those people who he sneered at because they held guns and took orders. You would have shoved your service record in his smug face when he acted like not using a gun or disliking salutes made him so morally superior. But he didn’t ask, so you didn’t say anything. You just waited for him to notice, and you knew the look on his face when he found out was going to be worth however long your silence lasted.

That said, the fact that the Doctor didn’t know about your military background was the only thing keeping you from slapping him. Both of him.

Well, there were three of him, at the moment. A future him and a past him. The future him, Eleven, was actually being less irksome than the present him, but they were both being rather difficult. And that was all because of the past him.

His past self, the Warrior, was achingly familiar to you. You liked him, too, as much as you liked every other version of him. And, as brusque as he acted, you had caught him shyly staring at you when he seemed to think you weren’t looking. They called him the Warrior, but all you saw was a man who just wanted the fighting to end.

And the Doctors were acting like it was all his fault. Their behavior wasn’t as surprising as it would have been if you didn’t already have the gist of their dynamic as different versions of the same man, but, oh, the anger you felt blindsided you. You hadn’t expected to feel like this, like there was fire in your chest, just because one Doctor sneered so derisively at another. But the anger was there, and you had to focus mainly on breathing evenly and not slapping either of the Doctors.

That got a little more difficult when you were all confined within a small space.

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