cause i wake up early now

So This Is Love [1]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: So this came to me while I was watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Cinderella (2015) and i literally love it so much so I got inspired to write this and yes this will be a series!!!!!  Yay!!!!!! 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

“May I have this dance?” His silky sweet voice rung in my ears. He offered his hand to me.

“You may.” I smiled at him. I gently took his larger hand and he immediately gripped it tight. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and held my waist. We danced to the sweet music around us. He guided me across the dancefloor while my gown swished around me.

The whole time we stared at each other, a certain glint in his eye. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, sighing in content. He placed a kiss to my temple and smiled widely. I could stay in this moment forever.


“Hmm?” I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“I love you.” My smile couldn’t get any wider.

“I love you too.”

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Super Shallurklance

@syeriane @shallurklancentric as promised, some cute Shallurklance, but with a cute cliffhanger ;3

“Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?”
More like Lance is the normal guy who usually ends up taking care of his neighbors after they go out to fight crime and befriends them all, but has a pining crush on three of his neighbors bc fuck he’s too poly and bi to function-

Anyways, Pidge has plant powers and hacking skills, Hunk is basically an earth bender, Keith is a fucking dragon, Shiro can fly and use super strength, Allura is Wonder Woman but has cats, and Coran is the landlord of the building.

There are Major powers and Minor powers. Those with Major powers are usually in the Hero or Villain business. Those with Minor powers are generally sidekicks or civilians. Lance and Coran have Minor powers. Lance can pull water from the air or from anywhere within ten feet. It’s not very strong but it helps to clean wounds. Coran has the ability to bend metals. Enjoy ;3


"Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?” Lance groaned, eying the pretty new girl moving in.

"No, not everyone. You aren’t. I think she’s the Hero Altea though. The hair certainly matches.” Lance’s above floor neighbor, Pidge, yawned from her spot leaning against the railing next to him.

“As in the city female favorite, Altea? Great. Let me guess, you guys are gonna show her the best place to patch up after a fight?” Lance asked defeatedly, narrowing cold blue eyes at the grinning superhero girl.

“You know it, Lance! I’m not taking chances! Also, do you have any more tea? I’m out of green leaf and I know you have an extra stock somewhere.” Pidge poked him in the side.

Lance sighed. “Yeah yeah, I bought a new box yesterday. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”

Hours later, an explosion rocked the city and sure enough, as Lance calmly drank his hot cocoa in front of the TV, the news coverage showed the Voltron team plus Altea herself fighting against a massive metal monster.

The Voltron team, aka Lance’s neighbors in the Lion Apartments.

Black, a powerful hero with indestructibility and the gift of flight, his powers mostly originating in his prosthetic arm.

Olkari, a small hero with the ability to manipulate plants to her will, no matter the size. She could also hack anything, which was what she was currently doing to the monster’s mainframe.

Balmeran, the bulky hero with extreme strength. He was known for using the ground and environment to his advantage.

Red, the original partner of Black’s and gifted with extreme, nearly uncontrollable power. His flames could melt anything, as well as change him into a dragon if he felt like it.

And Altea, a woman with super strength, speed, and energy manipulation. Usually sending it out in the form of lightning or beams, usually white or pink, sometimes blue.

The creature went down after a short while, and the camera followed the heroes launching away in different directions.

But Lance knew where they would all end up eventually.

He came back from a quick trip to the supermarket and groaned when he found the lock picked and half open from a cute little vine, seemingly innocent.

“Pidge! What have I told you about breaking into my house through the front door?! The balcony sliding door is always unlocked you know!” The irritated Cuban called as he entered his home, noting the dirty tracks on the carpet.

“And Hunk! I trusted you to keep Keith in line during that fight, and now half the city is rubble! Keith, did you even shower properly before you came here?! Hi Shiro, Miss Altea. Pidge! Get out of the tea cabinet! I just gave you a box yesterday!”

Lance set his bags on the coffee table in front of both Shiro and the startled Altea before marching over to yank Pidge away from his tea storage, a small whip of water putting out a small fire left on Keith’s head.

Lance ushered everyone to a seat on the various couches in the main room. “Okay, who’s first? I got extra gauze this time, and special disinfectant for rust bacteria.”

Lance pulled water from a nearby cup and wrapped it around a particularly nasty burn on Shiro’s arm, the hero Altea looking on in fascination as the water slowly started massaging impurities from the blood and skin.

“So, miss Altea, I’m Lance. I usually patch these guys up after a fight, so I’m guessing they decided to bring you around too?” Said male asked the white haired heroine, raising an eyebrow and using another small water whip to clean up the blood on her cheek.

“Ah, well, Olkari insisted, since you are very trustworthy and she mentioned you keep a wide variety of tea?” Altea admitted, Pidge piping up from her seat trying to wrangle Keith into using an ice pack.

“Call me Pidge! We all live in the same building anyways, and Lance here knows us all on first name basis so we might as well use it ourselves!” The tiny plant hero chirped triumphantly as she managed to headlock Keith and press the ice against the nasty bruise on his back.

“I’m Keith, Shiro’s boyfriend and partner in heroism.” The man wheezed from where his friend was currently crushing his back as she ‘tended’ to him.

Shiro waved with his prosthetic arm. “I’m Shiro, nice to be working with you, Miss Altea.”

Hunk came back from the kitchen, stirring what looked to be a bowl full of chocolate chip cookie dough. “Sorry Lance, I borrowed some stuff for cookies. Also, hi, I’m Hunk and I’m usually the one to feed these people because somehow none of them know how to cook.”

The bulky man leveled a glare at his three teammates, each glancing away with a sheepish smile or a nervous chuckle.

“I kind of know how to cook!” Keith replied defensively, pouting.

“Keith, charred lumps of god knows what does not equal cooking.” Lance deadpanned, finishing his task of bandaging Altea’s arm.

The heroine snorted out a half giggle half wheeze, and Lance had to mentally stomp on the growing attraction in his heart. He already had two impossible crushes, he didn’t need a third…

“Well, my name is Allura. It is nice to meet all of you!” She introduced herself, and the others all grinned back.

“Well now that all the introductions are out of the way, who wants tea? I also have hot chocolate and coffee.” Lance asked, standing up and moving towards the kitchen.

He was sweating from the effort of holding up five separate threads of water. The ones that were currently cooling and healing the burn wounds on the 5 heroes.

Shiro wanted black coffee, Pidge wanted green tea with extra sugar, Hunk wanted a specific amount of sugar and cream in his coffee, Keith demanded chamomile tea, and Allura politely requested juniberry petal tea.

He didn’t notice Keith intently watching him serve their drinks, didn’t see Allura narrow her eyes when Lance swayed slightly, didn’t realize he was collapsing until Shiro practically vaulted over the couch to catch him on his way back to the kitchen.

He did, however, notice the worried voices whispering near him as he slowly woke up to someone stroking his hair. It felt nice, nothing like the stress his job had been putting him through lately or the strain of using his Power too much recently.

He sighed and rolled over to fall back asleep, the stroking in his hair never faltering.

Meanwhile, Allura frowned as she watched Red, Keith, pet Lance’s hair as he kept vigil over the man on the couch.

“It’s strange, normally he doesn’t collapse like that. I always tell him to rest after he uses his Power and take a break now and then, but today must have been a bad day to ask for help.” Shiro murmured, gazing at Lance in concerned fondness.

“For someone who exercises his Power so much, I wouldn’t think something so small as purifying wounds on five people would cause him to collapse. Perhaps he has been working too hard lately?” Allura asked, placing a comforting hand on Shiro’s shoulder.

“He isn’t home as much, actually. I’ve seen him come home real late at night and leave at really early hours.” Keith piped up, quiet so as not to wake Lance up.

Shiro sighed. “He has a communication problem, which is surprising for someone who’s so talkative.”

Allura giggled lightly. “I find it quite endearing. You were right to bring me here and convince me to move into this building. I believe Lance will prove to become a large part of our lives. I just hope he accepts us when the time comes.”

She moved over to crouch next to Keith, her fingers joining the Fire Hero’s tangling through Lance’s soft, silky hair. Keith hummed lightly and tipped his head onto Allura’s shoulder.

Shiro folded his arms over his chest and smiled as his girlfriend and boyfriend watched hopefully over the object of their affections.

After all, it was a secret that Black, Red and Altea were not friends, but instead a trio of polyamorous lovers. Not even Pidge or Hunk knew that Shiro and Keith knew Allura a lot more intimately than they’d acted like today.

One day, Shiro hoped, Lance would make it a group of four.

He wished for that day to come soon.


What do you think? Sequel, maybe? :3


McHanzo Week 1: Morning



Hanzo’s morning routines are a comfort–a necessity, even, a constant in the kind of live he now lives.

He has had a regular routine since he was a small child. The routine has changed over the years, but nonetheless retained some similarities: waking at 6:00 AM, cleaning himself and dressing, followed by training until lunchtime. Afterward, his schedule would vary depending on the day and his studies, but it was nonetheless fairly straightforward, unless Genji or some other incident would draw him out of his routine.

Hanzo has clung to his morning routines even through the past 10 years, which he has spent on the run, more often than not, and in areas that did not always facilitate his needs. He has changed around his habits a little now, but still wakes at 6, does his exercises, cleans up, and moves on with his day. It is important to him that he maintain some sense of normalcy, a tiny something in his life that he can always rely on.

Wake, train, clean.

One month ago, however, that changed.

Hanzo wakes, as he still does, to the gentle chime of the alarm on his phone. It is six in the morning, as always. He groans softly, ignoring the phone for just a moment longer. The bed is very warm, the blankets heavy and perfectly draped over his body, and it beckons him to drift back to sleep. But, what needs must.

Before he can reach his phone, however, another arm stretches across from behind, grabs the phone, shuts off the alarm, and drops the device again as though somehow offended. A body behind him resettles with a soft sigh, the arm coming to rest over his body.

“Keep tellin’ you to turn that damn thing off,” McCree grumbles. He nuzzles into the back of Hanzo’s head, seeming to bury himself in his hair and mumbling against the back of his neck.

“And I have told you,” Hanzo counters, without heat, “that it is important to wake early for the day.”

“Y’sure? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I wake whenever I please and get by just fine.”

Hanzo laughs softly. “Come,” he bids, pushing up on his elbows. “It is time to train.”



McCree pushes up, only to shimmy up against Hanzo’s back and pull Hanzo back against himself. His hips roll gently against Hanzo’s lower back. “I can think of some better ideas,” he murmurs, lips pressed against Hanzo’s shoulder. “Forget runnin’. Stay with me.”

Hanzo has to admit, the idea is tempting. Before McCree, he had never had so much difficulty maintaining his morning routines. Now, with McCree in his bed–his entire life–his discipline is often not enough. Hanzo hesitates for a long moment, letting McCree’s hand stroke the length of his body from thigh to chest and back again.

Finally, Hanzo sighs, and he allows himself to be drawn back into bed. McCree chuckles, victorious.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says.

“Indeed. I cannot help but be charmed by your ridiculous bedhead and atrocious morning breath.”

McCree frowns comically at him, and Hanzo laughs and draws him down into a kiss to soften the blow. Morning breath be damned, he must admit that waking next to this man is a joy that he had never expected to treasure so deeply. It has been barely a month, yet he cannot imagine anymore waking to an empty bed, without someone–no, without McCree, for his presence cannot be substituted with another–there to greet him in the mornings.

“You know,” Hanzo says, as McCree breaks away to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, “this is the third time you have ruined my schedule this week.”

“Good,” McCree says. His mouth finds that spot behind Hanzo’s ear that never fails to make him sigh. “You need to relax more.”

Hanzo threads his hand through McCree’s hair, pressing him down and encouraging him to continue even as he complains, “But I have never been so … lazy before you. More often than not, you drag me back into bed before I can do anything.”

“Do you really dislike it that much?” Now McCree pauses. He lifts his head to look down at Hanzo, eyes bracketed by lines of faint worry. “‘Cause I ain’t makin’ you stay, you know.”

Hanzo meets his gaze, though he has to take a moment to piece together the change in mood through the sleepy haze of his brain. When he finally parses it, he shakes his head and cups McCree’s face in his other hand.

“No,” he says. “You–you are a welcome change. Please, continue.”

It is a simple statement, but for whatever reason, it makes McCree grin, wide and dazzling. McCree resumes his trail of kisses, from neck to chest to belly and further on, and Hanzo realizes that he wouldn’t mind never having his normal mornings again.

Request sent to someone else. I went off the actual request was but the idea’s the same.
And I’m trying to write, but I also want to play overwatch and draw and it’s the week before thanksgiving, so I have LOADS of homework so I have no time to do anything fun and I’m trying , I swear 😞


Soldier 76-
You grumbled slightly as you descended down the stairs toward the Overwatch kitchen. A blanket was draped over your shoulders, you held it snug to your body trying to keep the warmth of it. You had woken up by yourself due to a grumbling stomach. As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Soldier, alone and making some coffee. He turned to face you, and his eyes widened. “You’re up early” he commented, walking toward you. “I’m hungry…” you sighed. He let out a small laugh, earning a glare from you. You shuffled over to him and laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Jack grabbed two mugs, pouring coffee into both of them.
“Here” he said, handing a mug to you. “ to wake you up.” You sighed and took the mug. There was no way you were going to get back to sleep, might as well stay up. “Thanks” you muttered, taking a sip. It was rich, but sweet; he knew exactly how you liked it.
Jack walked over to the table, you following behind him, gripping his shirt as if he was your seeing eye dog. Both of you sat down. Your head hung low, as you desperately tried to stay awake. Jack smiled and stroked his fingers through your hair, flattening out the kinks in your bed head. His hand moved away as you sat up straight and reached for some fruit that was at the center of the table before turning your head to him.
“Morning, by the way” you smiled faintly, eyes closed with a smile. “Good morning” Jack replied, leaning in to give you a kiss. You leaned into him, giving a gentle, but meaningful kiss. As he pulled away, Jack stood. “Is there anything I can get for you?” “Bread would be lovely” you chimed. He nodded and grabbed two croissants before returning and placing them in front of you. “You’re the best” you said, taking a bite. Jack didn’t sit down, but stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, and started to lightly kiss you there. You lightly hummed with pleasure, and you guided your hand to his neck, caressing his hair. “I love you” Jack whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. You pivoted your head and kissed him on he cheek.
“I love you too, Jack” you spoke, and grabbed the other croissant with your free hand. “Now it’s time to eat” you twisted your arm and shoved the bread at his face. He stepped back in surprise, then threw his head back in laughter, and sat down next to you. Jack took the croissant from your hand and took a bite. “You happy?” He asked. A smirk spread on your lips and your arm reached to his face, brushing the crumbs from his lips. “My pillow is back, of course I am” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. Jack rolled his eyes playfully and his arms pulled you into a hug.

Jamie shot up, looking around frantically. “ Y/N, Y/N!” He called tapping your shoulder frantically. “ I think someone’s here” he called, standing up. His gaze was fixed to the entrance of your make-shift home. Junkrat leaned over and grabbed his grenade launcher before turning back to you. “Y/N!” He called one last time, making you sit up quickly. “Wha-what is it?” Your groggy voice asked, eyes half closed.
“I think someone’s ‘ere, get ready to act” he said, slinking over to the door. You lazily stared at him, not understanding his caution; your tired mind unable to comprehend his words. You stood up and shuffled over to Jamie, who was crouched behind the door, ready to attack if necessary. “Get back!” He ordered, pushing you behind him. “Don’t want whoever’s there t’ see ya”
You nodded, and leaned against the wall, starting to wake up a bit. Heavy footsteps were walking toward the entrance before the door opened. Jamie fired two shots at the intruder before he figured out who was there.
“Jamie what the hell!” A raspy voice shouted. “Oh… hey roadie.” Jamie greeted timidly. The few explosives detonated on his bed, breaking it apart. “I forgot you went out to get supplies, sorry Hog.” Mako breathed out heavily before he turned and walked away. A small giggle escaped your lips. Jamie turns around and laughed a little too. “10 outta 10 Jamie, perfect performance.” You teased standing up straight and walking back to your bed. “I try my best” he smiled, before he followed you. Jamie wrapped his arms around you, the both of you spooning. “What are you doing?” You ask, still giggling a little.
“My bed… Isn’t fit for sleeping” he muttered. You rolled over, eyes barely open, to face him. “I guess you can sleep with me” you murmured. “Thanks love
” he smiled, gripping your body close to his. You closed your eyes, resting your head next to his chest. “You’re an idiot” you smiled. “An adorable, adorable idiot” Jamie looked down at you, smiling from ear to ear. “You are too, you sleepy Cobber” Jamie said and craned his neck to peck your forehead.

“Please, no… this is horrible, please, Jesse” you called, eyes shut tight and arms outstretched, reaching for your stolen covers. You heard the cowboy chuckle a little as he turned on the overhead light as well, flooding the room with light. “Jesse!” You screamed, covering your eyes with your pillow. It was now a bright, cold and early morning; the three worst things for people who are not morning people.
“Darlin’ you gotta get up. Sleepin’ till noon isn’t good for you” he smiled, sitting on the bed next to you. Your eyes peeled open and glared at the gunslinger “I know… but waking up is so hard.” You complained. “Nothing’s going on today, why do I have to get up?” Jesse moved his arm and stroked your face softly with his mechanical arm “cause I want to be with you” he said. “How about I carry you out of bed? That’ll make it a little less hard” he offered.
You nodded your head and stretched out your arms toward him. Mccree stood up and wrapped his arms around your knees and back, lifting you up bridal style. Your arms curled around his neck as the two of you exited the room. Your head lay on his chest, closing your eyes again. Jesse looked down at you and saw this. He pouted a little, before releasing his grip from you for just a moment, dropping you a few centimeters down before catching you again. A scream escaped your mouth as you hung tighter to Mccree, panicked that you’d be dropped. The sound of laughter echoed through the kitchen as you were set down onto a chair at the table.
“What was that! I thought you wanted me awake, not dead from a heart attack.” You yelled. With his back turned toward you, you heard the smirk on his face as he answered. “You’re awake now, aren’t you?” You let out a sigh before slouching back in your chair. After a moment of silence he turned around with two plates of breakfast in his hands. The plate was set in front of you and then Jesse sat, joining you at the table. “If you told me you made breakfast, I would’ve gotten up with more ease” you mentioned quietly. “Yeah, well you’re cute when you’re sleepy” he teased, taking a bite of the food. You did the same, the adrenaline from the drop wearing off. Your eyes dropped and you laid your head on Jesse’s shoulder, but continued to eat. “Thanks Jess” you mumbled, already almost back to sleep. Jesse smiled and rolled his eyes, it was impossible to wake you up. He finished his food before carrying you back to your shared room, making sure to tuck you in with lots of blankets. “Sweet dreams” he spoke passionately before closing the door.


Request: Hey, could you do a 20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.” and a 21. “You’re like a heater!” Steve Rogers X Reader? Pls? - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2,446

Warning: FLUFF! Self-doubting, cursing (nothing new), Sexual Tesion(?)

(A/N): HELLO! Well, I’ve been wanting to make a Steve x Reader fic for a while now, and I’m hapPY SOMEBODY REQUESTED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Btw, today (02.06.2017) will be the return of my classes and I can’t sleep and it is 1:38 A.M and I have to wake up fucking early like 6 a.m, please kill me. 

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Fucking Weather.” You cursed, trying to wrap yourself more in your thin layer of coat. “Fucking Nick Fury asking me to come in this fucking weather

You worked at the Avengers’s intelligence, and you still could not believe that on your day off, the day that you just wanted to be crawled under your cushions, sipping to tea and reading a good book, you couldn’t do those things. Nick Fury said that he needed you immediately, and you had been unlucky enough to be your laundry day and you hadn’t see that you putted your best coat in the middle of the dirty clothes.

“Wow, wow!” You gasped as you bumped into a massive chest; you felt hands on your shoulder as someone secured you, sparing you from falling to the cold ground.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” You raised your head only to find Captain America blushing and running his eyes through your body, searching for any bruises.

“So, I’m invisible? Are you saying that I’m not as important as you?” His eyes widened as he shook his head violently, making you bite a grin back; Trying to keep your best impression of as angry, sad person. “Are you telling me that the simple Y/N doesn’t deserve even been seen by the important Steve Rogers?!”

“God, no! Never!” You smirked and hugged your best friend, also, your ultimate crush.

“I’m kidding, Captain. Gosh, why are you so stressed out?” You giggled as he squeaked in surprise and outrage

“You were the one almost punching me, right now!”

“Sh, Rogers! Didn’t your mother taught you that is rude to scream at a lady?” You teased, knowing full well that he would be a perfect gentleman and shut the fuck up. Your heart was bagging hard against your chest by his warmth and by how close you were to his body.

“Lady? I see none.” He said in a sassy tone.


Your hands slipped slowly away from him, and taking a step back, you smiled trying to hide how that had hurt you. Of course fucking Captain America wouldn’t even see you as a woman. You knew that, but damn… It would still hurt! Especially when he would come to you to talk about other women and how to act around them or ask them out, since the times had changed.

Wanda and Natasha were always trying to get you to confess to him, but you knew that he was too much of a gent to say a ‘no’ to you, and you didn’t want him to feel like he needed to go on a date with you.

“Oh… huh… Fury called me so… I’ll go now.” He knew he had said something wrong and that it had hurted you, since you would always tell him that when you were younger, you hated be seen as “one of the guys”. It was just a punch in your already low self-steam.

“Y/N… I-I’m sorry! I-I’m didn’t meant to-”

“It’s okay! I know I’m not ladylike and pretty like the others, I know that. You don’t have to worry, I’m used to people telling me this kind of stuff” You laughed trying to ignore how you felt like crap

“No! Y-you’re-”

“I need to go, Steve.” Steve was surprised by your sad tone and that you called him by his name, you never do that. It would always be “Captain” “Cap” “Rogers” “Hottie” “Sweetie”; But never “Steve”.

“Shit!” He cursed, seeing you following your way with your hands inside your pockets and with your eyes on your boots. “Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

“That is a dirty mouth, Captain.” Bucky played as he got close to his friend “Nick is calling you to his office” Steve nodded and started to walk “Hey, you know what’s wrong with Y/N? She looked pretty sad when I met her at Fury’s office. She didn’t even tell me to go to hell when I told her I could make her forget you.” Steve huffed, sending Buck a cold glance

“Away from her, James.” Bucky smirked at his friend jealously

“Are you finally admitting you’re in love with her since you saw her last year delivering the Intel of Prague’s mission?” Steve choked while walking, being followed by The Winter Soldier

“I-I have no idea of what you are talking about!”

“Oh you don’t? So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out on a romantic date that might end in a happy ending, would you?” He provoked, seeing Steve’s shoulders tense as he ended the sentence

“Okay, I like her! But she doesn’t… See me that way. Y/N can only see me as friend.” He sighed, and I just hurted her feelings and feel like a fucking scumbag, he thought while entering Nick’s office.

You were sitting in one of his chairs, away from everyone and with your arms crossed

“You should apologize.” Wanda whispered next to his ear, making him send her a worried gaze “And tell her what you feel, she’s been hurt enough. Don’t fuck everything even more.” She went to the sit next to you and Natasha glanced coldly at Steve, as if she knew exactly that he was the cause for you to be sad.

“Good everyone is finally here. Well, I just wanted to say that because of Y/N, we are finally able to finish the Prague’s mission. We’ve been working on it for years by now, and ever since she joined our team, we made huge advances. She found the last thing we needed on the last Intel we got. Because of that, we’ll make a make a celebration party tonight!” You rolled your eyes in anger

“You made me wake up early on my day off to warn me of a party?! Couldn’t you just send me a fucking email?” Bucky laughed at your words, if Steve didn’t like you, he would be totally all over you.

“Would you open it?” Fury looked at her with challenge all over his face, she sighed and closed her eyes

“You got the point.”

“Also, if you don’t appear, you’re fired.”

“NOW THAT IS JUST PLAY DIRTY, FURY!” He chuckled and nodded while you huffed and got up, walking towards the exit

“Don’t you want to know the information about the party?”

“Send me an email, like how you should have done in the first place.” You didn’t look into anyone’s eyes, cursing – mentally – Fury for throwing a party right when your self-steam was lying and crying on the ground.

You were late, and that worried Steve since you were never late, no matter what was the occasion. Hell, he thought that even if it were for your death, you would be in time!

“Don’t worry, Cap. She’ll come.” Natasha tried to calm him, hiding her grin when she imagined his reaction when you appeared. 

But she couldn’t when Steve spitted his drink when the elevator doors opened, revealing you with a killing dress and a killing make up.

“Is that Y/N?” Sam asked in surprise, of course everyone thought you were pretty, but Natasha made your make up and chose your dress and told you that the party would start two hours later than the actual time, so everyone would be amazed by her work.

Wanda smiled at her partner of crime by your side and said next to your ear

“Why won’t you get us some drinks?” You nodded, unaware of everyone’s attention on you, since you were too busy trying not to fall of your high heels.

You asked for two drinks on the bar, bowing over it, trying to release the pain of your feet.

“Look pal, if you don’t go there right now, I will.” Bucky said to his friend, his eyes on you. Steve took a deep breath and drank all of his drink, trying to gain courage, he looked at you and…

“I can’t.” Bucky groaned and gave a look to Natasha, she rolled her eyes and something grabbed her attention, making a smirk appear on her lips

“Oh, look at that. Isn’t that John from her department going to th-” And the Captain was marching right to you, she knew that Steve hated that guy since he heard him saying that he wanted to – in his own words – ‘fuck you until you couldn’t walk’. “Stupid.” She chuckled before taking a sip of her drink

“You’re looking amazing, Y/N.” Steve whispered at your ear, causing a shiver to walk down your spine and your breath turn sharp. He took the place at your side, winking at stupid John as he did.

“Oh, now you can see me as a lady?” You wanted to sound playful, but it ended looking too sad and bitter, so you giggled thinking it would minimize the damage, but hell, you didn’t have to! He hurted you again, you were done with it!

“About that… I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

“You know what, Cap? I might not be the prettiest woman to walk on earth, or not be the most feminine or ladylike, but I AM a fucking woman. And like everyone else, I have feelings. But know what you did? You stepped on them, again!” He formed a gap with his lips, surprised that you snapped, since you were usually the kind of person that let people know they made something wrong by giving incredibly cold and sharp glances.

“What do you mean with-”

“With ‘again’, you ask? Well, you hurt me every time you go bug me when I’m working to ask me how to talk with other women! When you go and- and… And stare me with those amazing eyes and just ask me “How do I call a woman to a date?” “If I bring flowers to a woman, will she feel flattered like the old days?” God! You could have just stabbed me in the heart with a fucking blazing knife that it would be less painful and-”

Steve, with all his courage, he cutted your speech grabbing you by the waist with one hand and pulling you closer, his other hand stood on your cheek as he kissed you, unable to say anything.

First, you didn’t move, since you were too shocked to even blink.

Second, you still couldn’t move, but you felt like fireworks were being shot inside your chest.

Steve pulled away blushing, looking a little bit sad that you didn’t kiss him back

“I-I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shut up.” And then you passed your arms around his neck and pulled him back, kissing him with your might while he let out a sigh of relief and rounded your waist, almost lifting you from the ground.

You thought he had amazingly soft lips and you couldn’t be happier, the cheerful screams made you two separate smiling at each other and looking around, only to see that everyone were clapping because of you two.

“Finally!” Sam screamed laughing, Wanda smiled widely at the scene; she was getting tired of hearing both of you saying - and thinking - that one didn’t like the other as the one did.

You blushed, hiding your face in Steve’s chest as he laughed, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s go outside.” He whispered and you just nodded, holding his hand and dragging him to the porch, away from all the music and talk, you slipped away from him to watch the city from the protection grid, kicking your shoes to the side and breathing deeply. He watched you for a moment, how you were glowing and amazing with that small smile on the face.

He got closer, carefully standing by your side. Both of you watching different lights. You watched the city’s light while he, he watched you.

“Why?” You asked, finally looking at him. Steve thought that he could watch your eyes for days and days without getting tired.

“I… I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot, actually.” You felt something warming your chest. “But I always thought you didn’t like me back… That you only see me as your friend” He shrugged his shoulders while you smiled at his blushing cheeks

“I also like you, Steve. I really do.” The Captain sighed when he heard those words “Now, Hug me so I can Get warm.” He chuckled at your stretched arms and hugged you, closing his eyes and stroking your back while kissing your forehead “Gosh, You’re like a heater!” You purred, rising your head to face a happy Steve. You felt like melting under his gentle but firm touch, like you were the most precious thing that he had ever held.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered, brushing his lips on your cheek and as you closed your eyes, he kissed you gently, making you sigh.

“You told me this earlier.” Steve made a soft kissing trail to your jaw, whispering next to your ear

“I said that you looked amazing, now I’m telling that you are beautiful, and going to keep saying it. You’re beautiful.” You sighed one more time, feeling like your legs were turning into jelly

“How long have you been feeling this way?” He hugged you harder

“Since the first time I saw you in your sweater pants delivering the Prague’s Intel.” You chuckled; It was truth, that was one of those days you just wasn’t feeling all right, so sweater pants were the best thing to wear.

“Then, why did you kept asking me how to call woman on a date?” You mumbled, hiding your face in his warm chest

“First, I asked Natasha, since she knew you better. But she just told me to ask you.” You frowned your brows and looked at him again


“Well, she actually almost screamed at my face “Just ask her!”. So I did, but well, I didn’t had the courage to call you after you tell me how to call someone on a date.” You choked with a laugh, he looked at you confused and damn, that was cute!

“Steve, if that wasn’t the cutest thing ever, I would call you dumb.” You chuckled, hugging his waist “She meant for you to ask me on a date, not to ask me how to call me on a date.” He made a gap with his mouth and you got back to laugh loudly at his blushed cheek

“Well, she wasn’t very specific in her words.” You bit back a grin and stood on your toes to kiss him again, pulling this bottom lip with your teeth, hearing him moan slightly, you smirked at his darkened eyes, whispering over his lips:

“Do I need to be specific on mine?”

Should I make my first smut?

Sleepy Kitty

Genre: Fluff

By: Admin Podo


Words: 795

Summary: Your cat hybrid boyfriend comes over to watch movies but you can’t handle horror, or actually anything scary…

It was cold and you were so tired of being cold. You could feel it in your bones you imagined. Since you were now on winter break you were so ready to hibernate. Your boyfriend Min Yoongi empathized deeply and your dates were all going to be inside this break. Today you guys had decided to watch movies: he was bringing some that he liked and you had some set out on the coffee table.

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Requested: Yes.

Fandom: Not Specific

Pairing: NS/Reader

Pronouns: NS

Warnings: Self Deprecation, Suicidal Thoughts, Cursing

A/N: I am working on requests, but I stopped everything to write this. This was requested by someone who simply said, “I want someone, anyone, to love a fat girl like me. I need someone to make the bad thoughts go away, please.”  This will be written in first person, no specified gender or partner …Enjoy!

Originally posted by whats-good-ross

   I wasn’t up to the typical standards of a perfect human. Far from it, actually. I wasn’t as nice looking as others and I definitely didn’t have a ‘summer body’. Of course, my head wanted to constantly remind me of this. My brain was tormenting me with the images of the models from the newest issue of the top magazine. Standing in the mirror I critiqued myself until I was emotionally black and blue. My eyes weren’t the right shape, I wasn’t the right color, I didn’t have curves and edges in the right places, my hands don’t look right, neither does my legs, or my torso, or anything for that matter. I was gross, misshapen, at least, I thought I was. This was before They came along. The perfect stabilizer, better than anything I had ever used to cope. They were there to keep me from doing anything I might’ve regretted. They were the good to my chaos and no matter how hard I tried to tell myself that I was not perfect they pushed back. They pushed so hard that I thought that I was going to break from the sheer force of it. I was in pure bliss because finally someone loved me.

They were there for my bad days and my not so bad days and my good days. On They bad days they would sit with me, we wouldn’t say anything, sometimes I would cry and other times I just sat, feeling numb. On my not so bad days we would go and sit in the living room and let the light shine through the windows, sometimes I would vent about something as They ran Their fingers up and down my arms. Little touches that would keep me grounded, that would make me feel safe because finally someone loved me. On my good days we would go outside, talk, be normal, and sometimes They would take me out for a treat. It didn’t matter if it was a bakery or a gas station parking lot at 2am because I was with Them and no one else mattered because for fucks sake finally someone loved me.

I remember one time, when I was having one of my bad days, I laid on the couch. I was curled under several layers of blankets because I wanted to feel warm again. I wanted to feel something other than the self-hating, bigoted, loser that I thought I was. I remember that I was hoping for the feelings to get stronger because when They weren’t there with me I thought Their life would be so much better off without a waste of space. I remember standing up and going to the bathroom. I stared down the person in the mirror and I hated everything that I saw. I imagined the disgust on Their face when They finally realized that I was nothing compared to what They could have. My cheeks turned red from embarrassment as I stared down the thing that had the decency to fucking cry because of how it looked. The guilt and shame of being who I was, looking how I did, was too much and I swore that night that I was done. I made my way to the bedroom I picked up a pad and a pen and I began to write. I remember the ink stains from where my tears had screwed up the writing and made it run, I remember the burning touch of the paper cut as I ripped the page from it’s bindings, I remember feeling like a deer caught in headlights as They opened the door to find me placing the letter on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” it was soft, oh so soft and comforting. It was like a wake-up call that I both requested and hated. My reality was slammed into my chest as I watched Their face crumble into guilt. They had realized what was in my hand, They could see from a mile away what I was planning and for some reason I felt angry. I was angry that They knew me so well. I was angry that I had caused the look on Their face. I was angry because They were home early and now I couldn’t make Their life easier. I was angry because I was me. I had these thoughts in my head that pushed me further and further to the cliff and oh my god I was fucking terrified of heights and I didn’t want to fall. I remember peering over the edge of the cliff and leaning a little bit to forwards. I remember feeling Their burning touch as They grabbed hold of me and pulled me against Them. I remember feeling the warmth of my tears as they fell from my eyes and for the love of everything that held onto me… I made the greatest realization of my life.

I finally have someone who will never stop loving me.


~You are so, so very loved. You are wanted and cared for and I know it seems like you are alone in a world that will swallow you whole but I promise that is not the case. The communities are here to love and support you. I am here to love and support you. My inbox is open for anyone who feels they need a shoulder to lean on. I promise that it will get better. Stay Alive, babes.

This Love, This Hate (Prt. 1)

Happy Lowman/Reader

Warning: Contains swearing, hinted violence, and infidelity. May cause feels and/or broken hearts. Read at your own risk.

I pulled up to the darkened house about half past 2, parking my bike in the garage and heading inside as quietly as I could. I knew my bike was loud, but hopefully not loud enough to wake her; I really hoped my Ol’ Lady was asleep by now. I’d hung around the club for a few more hours than normal; to scrub off the smell of that crow from earlier, as well as to stall, hoping my girl went to bed early.

Coming into the kitchen, I hung my cut up at the door and I scratched behind Cross’ (my dog’s) ear, from where he’d been sitting in the kitchen, waiting for me. I felt guilt bubble up inside me again–not a new sensation as of late–at treating my dog like shit too.

“Where’s your momma, boy? She asleep?” I asked him, petting him a little more. Crossbones laid his paws over his nose, hiding his eyes from me. I sighed in defeat, “Yea…had that feeling, bud.”

I found her upstairs, the only light coming from the bathroom as she sat on the bed, wringing her hair dry with a towel.

She pretended not to have noticed me, but after a while, I couldn’t take the silence. She was never silent…

“Thought you’d be in bed already. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Didn’t think you’d be home tonight. I felt like taking a long bath and figured you’d crash at the clubhouse, so it wouldn’t matter how late I stayed up.” She responded, still not looking at me. I was hoping to avoid a fight, but her attitude had my hackles rising.

“It’s my fucking home too, ya know?!” I growled, kicking the door shut and ripping my shirt off angrily, throwing it towards the hamper.

“That argument would hold some weight if you treated it like your home, Lowman,” she hissed. “Or me like your fucking wife.”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about, woman?”

“Jesus fuck, Hap! You haven’t been home in four fucking days! I can only guess you aren’t dead or in the joint again, since I haven’t gotten a call from anyone! For fuck’s sake! The only reason I knew you went on a fucking run two days ago, was because Gemma called me and asked what time I was planning on showing up to greet you!” She yelled, standing up and throwing the towel at the hamper harshly. “You aren’t treating this like your home, and you sure as hell aren’t treating me as your wife! You’re treating me like I’m just your Ol’ Lady!”

“The fuck difference is that?!” I yelled, throwing my phone on the bed along with my knife.

“The difference?! The difference is that I cook for you, I keep your house clean, I provide your fucking alibi when you need it! But that’s just being an Old Lady, isn’t it?! But a wife?! Usually they hope to see their husbands a few hours a damn day–crazy, right? I’m just hoping you come home at all, let alone in one fucking piece!”

“You fucking knew who I was before all this,” I snapped, opening my arms wide. “Well, girl, this is what I am. I thought you accepted that!”

“I accepted it when you were coming home to me at night!” She cried out, tears welling up in her eyes before rolling down her pretty cheeks. “I gave you everything, Happy! I’m still giving you everything! And for what?!” She spun around and picked up the photo on her bedside table, hurling it across the room and shattering against the wall next to the door.

I was a bit stunned, she’d never gotten so upset to destroy things, never in the whole time I’d known her. Her shaking hand covered her mouth and she stumbled into the wall next to the bathroom at her side, sliding down it as she stared at what she’d done. She seemed to deflate right before my very eyes. Shoulders slumped, she leaned her head onto the wall and wiped her tears away, continuing in a shaky voice.

“I’m devoted to you, I’m loyal, and I’m faithful, to you. I keep your secrets, and your club’s; I help whenever they need me to–when you need me to. And for what, Hap? As soon as we have the smallest argument, or as soon as you’re away from me, you’re crawling between some other bitch’s thighs. You get to check out of our marriage whenever it suits you, and you leave me here wondering if you’re even going to make it home, let alone if you’re gonna smell like some slag.

"So what,” I growled, bawling my hands up to stop them from shaking in fear and anger, “You gonna leave me now?”

“Ha!” she laughed, humorlessly, staring at the broken frame, “Like that’s even an option… What would I even do? Walk around with a target on my back for the rest of my life? And that’s if I even could walk away. All or nothing, remember? Too bad I was never a meek little tart who wanted to settle for half of you. It’s safer here than anywhere else…”

“I would never let anyone hurt you, especially not my brothers,” I said, offended she’d ever think otherwise.

“No,” she sighed, closing her eyes, “You’ve done that enough. And, the truth is? I keep letting you… I–Even if I could leave all of this behind, I–I still love you too fucking much to just walk away and let it all be a shitty, bitter-sweet memory.”

“You knew the life before you ever agreed to marry me.” I rasped, all of the fight draining out of me.

“Thing is, Hap–you promised me a different life before you even asked…”

Her voice cracked at the end, fresh tears streaking down her face. She still wasn’t lookin’ at me, but I saw her lip begin to quiver before she bit it. She drew her knees up and hid her face in her arms as they cradled her head, just so I wouldn’t see.

“I’ll stay at the club. Call me if you need somethin’,” I said, rubbing a hand over my neck awkwardly. Her body started to shake, soft sobs faintly echoing through the room. I grabbed my phone and knife again and headed to the door, grabing a shirt on the way. I hesitated right before opening it… I looked back at her, so vulnerable and broken, and wanted so badly to say something. Anything. But I just shook my head and walked out, knowing I would only make it so much worse for her.

After getting on my bike, I scrubbed my hands over my face, surprised when they came away wet…


@a-daydreamers-stories @red-w00dy

It’s been two weeks of going to the gym at 5 and a lot of you are curious as to how I do it. Well, this is a result. I’m the type of person who needs at least 8 hours of sleep to be functional. When I first started going to the gym super early, I did not go to bed any earlier but now by 3pm everyday I am exhausted. And I still have to work until 5! So I’m like falling asleep as I write this 😏
I also actually enjoy being up early, cause then the day doesn’t feel wasted. So even though I’m yawning up a storm at the gym, I feel like I’ve already done so much and the majority of people are just waking up.
And it’s also waaayyyy less busy at then gym at 5am then 5pm. And it’s one less thing to worry about after work.

The Last One | 11

Reader x Yoongi

Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.
Rating (Overall): NC-17
Status: On-Going

Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07| 08 | 09 | 10 | 11

Originally posted by yoongichii to: yoongichii

You woke up the next day early, as usual. The curtains had been left stretched out, the sun greeting you as you opened your eyes. You checked your phone for the time, only to realize it was seven. Getting up from bed, you noticed Rin still sound asleep on the air mattress next to you. Without trying to cause any noise, you quietly tried to get out of bed, only to create a loud creaking noise as you rolled off.

“You’re up early.” Rin yawned, scratching his messy bed-head. He squinted at you and rubbed his eyes to clear them up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You gave a sheepish smile.

“Too late now.” He chuckled, and got up from his position. Grabbing his sheets and blanket, he began folding them, “Back to Seoul now.”

“You sound disappointed.” You chuckled, making your bed.

“Sort of. I just forgot how stress-relieving this trip was. Now I have to go back to the source of my madness.”

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A Heart’s Thoughts - Part One

Synopsis: Everyone has their own two powers, but it’s up to luck whether you’ll end up being tortured for it or not.

Welcome to our little Empowered village, the place where you’ll learn to use your powers for good- or, that’s what we were told.

Pairing: Chanyeol x (female) OC

Word Count: 2142

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Cecilia let out a low grunt as she heard a phone buzzing from the other room, and put her hands over her ears, shifting in her bed so she could bury her face in her pillow, staying in that stuffed position for a short while before sitting up, ruffling her hair angrily as she looked at her closed door with an almost pleading look in her eyes.

‘Why must I always wake up like this?’ She impulsively grabbed her shades as she stepped out of bed and opened her bedroom door.

‘Clover! Clover turn off your phone for the love of God I really don’t like waking up earlier than needed.’

She closed her door again and let out a sigh as she looked around her room for her earbuds, which were practically the only things that have kept her from going insane. Even with her earbuds in, she could still hear the clattering from her roommate in the other room and she let out a soft sigh.

‘It’s been four years, yet she still doesn’t know how to do things silently.’

She stepped out of her room after getting dressed into the strangely casual school uniform which consisted of a pair of light gray jeans and a silk t-shirt in the color representing the class of someone’s  power, which in Cecilia’s case, was a light blue.

Every day, she considered herself lucky, seeing people walk around in bright red shirts for the Element class or deep purple shirts for the Desires class. It was some way of keeping order in the school. It was impossible to know everyone’s powers, but with these colored shirts, at least you kind of knew what you could expect.

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my goddess

TITLE: my goddess 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: chapter 16

AUTHOR: pocmarvelworks

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wants an heir. So he picks you, the most beautiful woman. He keeps you captive in his chambers and breeds you multiple times a day. Until he is sure you are carrying his child.


NOTES/WARNINGS: cursing, torture mention

Loki groaned at the loud noises outside his door. It was too early for this, but apparently, his staff couldn’t handle a small hiccup without letting him know. He carefully removed himself from under you, careful not to cause you any pain or make you wake up.

“Somebody better be dying.” He said lowly, tying his robe securely.

“Sir, the Avengers have woken up. We have some people keeping an eye on him now.”

Loki’s eyes widen as he carefully thinks over his next choice of words.

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7. Could you be happy here with me?

A/N: all aboard the angst mobile. I really liked writing this one and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much I as loved writing it. And awayyy we gooo.

read my shit here. 
The list of prompts
1. Oh my god you’re in love with her
2. You’re too good for this world
3. It’s about time!
4. I just had to see you
5. Please let me help
6. H-How long have you been standing there?

three weeks until worlds

The retreat was a bust.

Beca wasn’t talking to Chloe. Chloe wasn’t talking to Beca.

SS Bhloe was sinking.

Not that it had set sail yet, because Beca was a chicken shit, but it seems everyone knew about it but the two captains themselves.

“I don’t get why you can’t talk to her Becs. It’s just Chloe. You love her, remember?”

“And she doesn’t know that and at this point I’d like to keep it that way, thank you. I’m not talking to her. I have nothing to say.”

“That’s a lie and you and I both know it.” Stacie wasn’t letting her win this one. “You two can’t even go two days without talking let alone a week. I know you. You need to talk to her and stop sulking around this stupid house waiting for her to come running back to apologize.”

“I have nothing to apologize for! I took an internship! I’m moving on! I’m graduating! She needs to just move on and get over it. And I’m most certainly not apologizing when she’s the one who freaked out on me in the first place.” Beca was fuming and her nostrils were flaring. Stacie took this as a sign to stand down and try again later.

“Whatever dude. Just think about it. You’re both miserable as hell and it’s getting unbearable to even be around you let alone all of us living under the same roof.” 

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Kane and Toews face off (from [12\10\2013]

THE POWER-PLAY partnership of Blackhawks cornerstones Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews has already yielded two Stanley Cup championships and a Conn Smythe Trophy for each and they’re only 25. 

But off the ice, there is no neutral zone; the former roommates are hockey’s version of The Odd Couple. Toews, who became the franchise’s youngest captain at age 20, is the contemplative Canadian. Kane, the first American forward named Stanley Cup playoffs MVP, is the brash Buffalo native. Their chemistry clearly works, but how long can they keep it going? 

We turned the mic over to Kaner and Jonny and let them face off.

Patrick Kane: Jonny, the last time we played against each other, in the 2010 Olympics, we got into it. I don’t know if you remember.

Jonathan Toews: Oh, I remember. Wasn’t it inside your blue line, along the far wall? We were just horsing around, weren’t we? No?

Kane: I thought it was pretty serious.

Toews: You were worked up.

Kane: That’s because you came over and said something. I don’t remember why we were chirping back and forth, but it sent me over the edge. Do you envision that happening again if our teams meet in the Olympics [in Sochi]?

Toews: We’re probably safer being on opposing teams than we would be playing on the same line or sitting close to each other on the bench.

Kane: That gold-medal game in Vancouver, even though we were pissed we lost and got silver, was awesome for hockey. Something like 30 million people watched it. Even in the U.S., a game like that can help grow the game.

Toews: I had to sneak around the city [after Canada won]. My family and I went to The Roxy with Brent Seabrook and a couple of other players after the game. We snuck through the back of the bar and went downstairs to the basement. Vince Vaughn and some other Chicago people were there. When we’d try to go upstairs into the crowd, it was just nuts; you couldn’t move. 

Someone ordered a round of 50 shots and started celebrating with tons of random, crazy Canadian fans. It was awesome. If we have a chance to go to [Sochi] I don’t really know what to expect. You hear the stories of how different it is to play hockey in Russia. 

I don’t know if you’ve ever been there, Kaner, but I had the chance to go to Moscow for the World Championships in 2007. It’s a whole different experience. You never know if it’s going to be like that – or if the athletes will be sheltered away from things. But Sochi looks beautiful.

Kane: You hear that Sochi is really nice, but that where the families are staying could be an hour and a half away from where the players are staying. It seems like it’s going to be a lot different than Vancouver. You might look back to Vancouver and say that was the first time you got to play in the Olympics and it was almost like you were spoiled there. It was so nice, everything was set up awesome. 

You could almost walk to see your parents and family. It’s always cool to go to different places and see what’s really out there in the world. It would be great to get that opportunity.

Toews: Who drank more beer or champagne out of the Cup in 2010 and 2013 combined: me or you?

Kane: Are you trying to make me look worse or better here?

Toews: You can say me.

Kane: Well, as the captain, you had two days with the Cup.

Toews: Yeah, I logged a few more hours with it and I took advantage of it. OK, how about this: Who did more community work or kissed more babies with the Cup? I’m trying to rebuild your image here.

Kane: That’s good. I did charity events with the Cup all the time. What else did you do during the offseason?

Toews: I just went fishing, boating, hung out at my cabin at the lake. My buddies saw pictures of your jet skis and boats, and now they’re always asking if mine are as sweet as yours. They’d rather go party with you because you’ve got the big shack and the swimming pool with no deep end.

Toews: Which teammate would you let date one of your sisters?

Kane: A couple of years ago I might have said you.

Toews: But not anymore?

Kane: Not anymore. There are some guys you definitely would not want dating your sister especially hockey players. I’d have to go with Nick Leddy though. He’s the nicest guy in the world.

Toews: Nicest ever.

Kane: He’s a really nice, shy kid.

Toews: He’s undercover, though. Be careful with that.

Kane: People ask if you and I ever fought off the ice.

Toews: Are you kidding me?

Kane: We were roommates for five years. There were certainly times when we weren’t happy with one another, but I think that’s natural. You spend enough time with someone, you’re going to have your run-ins.

Toews: Can I tell the Toronto story?

Kane: [Laughs] That’s the one I don’t want you to bring up.

Toews: C'mon! It’s funny … now. We were just getting to know each other. It’s the night before one of our first games in Canada as rookies. We’re in Toronto and the game’s going to be on “Hockey Night in Canada,” so I’m in bed early. Probably 10 o'clock. I’m nervous thinking about the game, but you’re out having a late dinner or whatever. 

You come in and start causing a ruckus. Doors slam. People are in the hallway. Five minutes after you lay down, you’re passed out and snoring. Now I’m awake, absolutely livid. My blood is just pumping as I lie there awake. Another hour goes by and I can’t sleep. It’s maybe 1 o'clock in the morning. You’re still snoring. I get up and start punching your bed. You wake up and start hitting me with a pillow. I don’t know if you remember that.

Kane: Oh, I remember.

Toews: We were so mad at each other that we were going to fight right there in the middle of the night.

Kane: You were so pissed the next morning. Stormed out of the room.

Toews: I felt like s— after a sleepless night.

Kane: Remember what happened in the game? We were down 3-1 or something, but came back and won 6-4. After the game, you were still pissed off. You said, “Thanks for ruining my game on ‘Hockey Night in Canada.’”

Toews: No way I said that.

Kane: I was like, “C'mon.”

Toews: I never said that.

Kane: Yeah, you did. For sure.

Toews: Not a chance. You had two points, for god sakes! Lit it up. Led the comeback. I just sat on the bench. Steaming.

Kane: Still steaming from the night before.

Custance: Do you ever discuss your next contracts? Both of your deals expire after the 2014-15 season, but negotiations can start next summer.

Kane: It’s funny that people even bring it up now. We just got over the hump of our five-year contract. It’s still two years away. I mean, who knows what’s going to happen in that amount of time? I’m sure you want to stay here, Jonny. I’d love to stay here, too.

Toews: Are you hinting at who deserves more?

Kane: I’m leaving if you make more. [Laughs.]

Toews: We’ll both pretend that we’re not bothered by it [if the other makes more]. Look at [Ducks forwards] Corey Perry and Ryan Getzlaf, who both signed for, what, eight more years? It’s a debate you can go on and on about: Who is more valuable to their team? There are arguments to be made either way, but if you let ego get in the way, that’s when it becomes an issue. You’ve scored more points and done certain things in your career while I’ve contributed to the team in other ways. 

At the end of the day, I don’t think we’ll be complaining about the situation. We’ll both be pretty darn happy if we get a chance to continue the relationship with the team here.

Kane: It’s not like I wouldn’t pass you the puck because you’re making more money than me. [Pittsburgh’s Evgeni] Malkin is making more money [in average annual salary] than Sidney Crosby, right? He’s signed for less years or whatever it may be. But Crosby has a long-term deal.

Kane: At the end of the day, do you really care? I don’t know. What’s the difference? You’re making a couple hundred thousand more than the next guy.

Toews: Will you ever play in [your hometown of] Buffalo?

Kane: I’m pretty happy here right now. The better question is will you ever play in [your hometown of] Winnipeg? They booed you when we played there.

Toews: Yeah, I got booed in my hometown. So I’m not [signing there] anytime soon. People told me I would get cheered because fans did that for some of the former Jets players, but I never played for the Jets, so I didn’t know what to expect. 

The Winnipeg fans, especially the ones in the top concourse … they’re crazy. So I didn’t rule out the possibility that people might jump on that bandwagon and start booing me. My own buddies were probably the ones getting the boos going.

Kane: Winnipeg was a cool place to play. We heard going in that fans there like to boo the other team’s top players, so a few times when I had the puck I held on to it a little longer to hear the boos get louder. 

I used to go to games [growing up] in Buffalo. [Eric] Lindros came to town, and the whole game all the fans were all over him. He got kicked out of the game in the first period. The rest of the game wasn’t even fun anymore because he wasn’t playing. If anything, the booing is a compliment to that player.

Custance: An NHL team has never repeated in the salary-cap era. What makes you believe the Blackhawks can do it?

Toews: We have the same team, pretty much, except for a couple of guys. When you go to the Stanley Cup finals and you win, a lot of players step up to the occasion. Guys like Bryan Bickell, Andrew Shaw and Corey Crawford made names for themselves [in the playoffs]. Of course they’re going to deserve a little bit more financially. So it’s always tough – especially in a salary-cap sport – for managers and owners to keep their talent together when that happens.

Kane: You look at our team, and the better question would be, Why couldn’t we keep winning and have good year after good year? We have a lot of guys locked up for a long time. 

Like last year, we would be tough to beat in a seven-game series where a team has to go through us four times. As long as we don’t get satisfied or complacent, we could have a pretty good winning atmosphere here for awhile.

Toews: Do you remember the first time we played on the same team, the Junior Flyers?

Kane: Yeah. When we were what, 13?

Toews: Glory days. Your good buddy, one of the biggest loudmouths I’ve ever met – was the goalie. Never stopped talking. Kaner, you were the opposite. Same way you are now … seemingly quiet but definitely confident. 

You just walked into the [dressing room] wearing your flip-flops, put your bag down and slowly put on your gear. Then you’d just go onto the ice. I was used to being the top scorer on the team. Then you came along and started beating me in points every single game. I was like, “How does this little guy go out there and do that?”

Kane: A year or two earlier we had played your Winnipeg team. We beat you guys by a couple of goals, but everyone was like, “Who’s this Toews kid? We have to get him on our team.” We’d try to get all the best players from the Detroit area, the Buffalo area, the Toronto area. 

We started branching out and they brought you in for that tournament. Everyone was amazed. You were pretty much the same player that you are today. Two-way center, same stride. Low to the ice.

Toews: One of the questions I get a lot now is, “How do you think Kaner has matured? He just seems to be more composed a guy off the ice and it’s showing in his play.” I tell you, that stumps me every time.

Kane: I’ll read articles about myself, and they always have to go back to what happened off the ice. The media likes to ask me, “Are you more focused this year? Are you more mature?" 

That question ticks me off because what happened in the past seems like long ago. I’m not that person anymore. I’m sure there’s something I’ve changed here and there. At the same time, I do still feel like the same person.

Toews: It’s storylines. Fairy tales.

Kane: I’m not mature, though. [Laughs.]

Sometimes, I’m not very good at this recovery thing. I fall down a lot. I skip meals (like lunch today) or under-eat, or exercise for the wrong reasons. Other times, I do things right. I challenge myself (like with this pumpkin spice latte after already having snack), I wake up early enough to eat a full breakfast, I listen to my body and take rest days. It’s a learning process, but there’s no learning curve. I have to take things one day at a time, because every day is going to be full of unique challenges. Something that was easy yesterday might cause a meltdown today. 

I’m trying to honor myself and this process by taking some time to do the things I need. For now, that means having an extra snack to fuel my body before I take a yin yoga class here in 20 minutes. I’m hoping this class will help me feel the things I’ve been suppressing. I’ll be gentle with myself as I enter into this sacred space I’m going to create. A place of non-judgmental recognition and honor. 

What are you doing to create space for yourself today?

(P.S. A special thanks to @impalaimagining for putting up with me and letting me talk through some difficult things today. It’s allowed me to be more open to making good choices for my recovery in this moment.)

the xx’s were unhappy - yesterday -  i wuz not the cause but - she sleeping this morning - in a place she hasnt lately - but found safe when she was younger - a table - by the landline - made of 3 boxes of books w a nice tablecloth draped over - we dont throw out books - still have dreams of a larger place w more bookshelves - the unpoet got creative  - wake up was not too early - kitty under the weather in the evening and grumpy with indignity - and the withholding food thing - which she sees as punishment sometimes - im forgiven now -  peaceful morning and she purred - much praise softly spoken - petting with a light touch - i suspect when its play she b ferocious

anonymous asked:

I am a high school student, my teacher told me that she wasn't a good student in her old times,but because she prayed tahajud,her results were magnificent.4 years back, at 3 30 am sharp I would wake up,almost every single day of the year,but now,i would just wake up on a usual daily basis,(6 am) ,what have I gone wrong? I see people that don't even pray have success in their life,but I don't want to be that way,what advice could you give,for me to wake up and pray tahajud?

The most important advice I can give you is to sincerely ask God for His help in performing tahajjud.

If over the years your closeness to God has decreased, then you must work on this. Many of the great early Muslims have said that sins cause God to forbid us from doing extra acts of worship, since these acts of worship are an honor that He grants.

Beyond that, your sleep schedule matters. If you try to get up at the wrong time in your sleep cycle, it can be very difficult to get up. Each person’s sleep cycle is different. If getting up four hours after you fall asleep is very difficult, you can try getting up four and a half hours or five hours after you fall asleep, or three and a half hours.

If you are not getting enough sleep, then it can be very difficult to interrupt your sleep to get up to pray. Try to get eight hours of sleep, for example by getting up four hours after sleeping, praying for 30 minutes or however long, then sleeping another four hours. Another way is to nap 7-8 hours after waking up in the morning (in the midday) so that the amount of total sleep you get in 24 hours is close to 8 hours (perhaps 7.5 hours at night and 30 minutes in the afternoon).

And if none of this works, you can pray tahajjud before going to bed, which is what I do, since interrupting my sleep makes it extremely difficult for me to work the next day (I do programming work, which is mentally demanding).

Happy Uncle’s Day!

Cassie decides her uncle deserves to be treated to just as nice a day as any father gets.

(This fic is an “inbetweequel”, taking place over a decade after the events of the final chapter of “Unexpected”, and a little over a year before “Coming Out”. It is not necessary to have read either fic before this one: in fact, it would be kind of interesting to get feedback from anyone who reads this and has not read the stories that came before.)

SFW Pinecest fluff under the cut, about 12K words. Thanks to @pinestimes2 and @yaschiri for the beta reads.

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read it on: AO3
Yuri!!! On Ice
PAIRING: Victor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri
TAGS: uni!AU; pre-relationship

based off an au thread i did about victor discovering someone’s dorm wifi is named 3Lu3Lo and like the giant figure skating nerd he is, he’s got to know who it belongs to

The portable wifi isn’t working, and Victor is going to freak.

He has a lit paper due in two days that he hasn’t exactly read the source material for, let alone started, and he desperately needs an internet connection to quickly Google the Sparknotes or whatever of Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby so he can pull something out of his ass. Restarting the tiny device doesn’t work, and neither does shaking it a few times, or tapping it against the wall. In an act of desperation, he shakes Chris awake from his sacred afternoon nap.

“Chris,” Victor hisses, jostling his roommate’s shoulder. “Chris, the wifi is broken.”

“Mmph?” Chris blinks awake infuriatingly slow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Victor knows his friend is coming off maybe six hours of sleep in the last two days but he’s too agitated to be sympathetic.

“The portable wifi isn’t working,” Victor reiterates through gritted teeth. “Help me.”

“Did you–” Chris cuts himself off with a yawn, and Victor maybe wants to strangle him. “Did you reload it?”

Victor opens his mouth, then closes it; tries to remember. He’d had that exam on Monday, a report on Tuesday, and between dance training and reviewing and Tequila Thursday with Stephane–

“Shit.” Victor rubs a hand over his face and thinks. He could use his data as a mobile hotspot, but that would rack his bill up to heights he likely can’t afford. He could run out to reload the wifi, but it’s ten in the evening and freezing out, and he’d have to walk. He could wait until tomorrow, but that would mean starting after training and Victor really doesn’t want to lose any more sleep–

He stands up abruptly (and Chris, who’s already more awake than asleep, is almost upended in bed), making a mad dash back for his laptop. “Oh my god.”


“Someone else in this dorm has got to have wifi.”

“What–” Chris sits up, looking at Victor in disbelief. “Victor, you can’t use someone else’s wifi–”

“Desperate times, Christophe!!” Victor retorts, clicking the wifi icon and checking the available connections. There are three, all locked. One is called Wifi Is Coming, another is just no (“oh we’ll see,” Victor mutters), but the third–

“Oh my god,” Victor says again, but this time in delight. “Chris!”

His roommate grumbles in response.

“Chris, someone’s wifi is named 3Lo3Lu.”

That gets Chris’s attention. “No kidding?” his friend asks, getting up and coming over to look. One of the things Victor likes best about Chris is that he’s just as big a figure skating fanboy; he hadn’t expected anyone else here to be the same. This is interesting.

“Whose do you think this is?” he asks, clicking it excitedly.

“There are fifty students in this dorm, Vitya, it could be any– are you actually trying to connect?”

Victor looks up in the middle of where he’s typing tripleaxel into the password box, nonplussed. “Well yeah, I still need wifi.”

Chris looks at him incredulously for a moment before remembering his roommate is Victor Nikiforov, and then sighs. “Try quadsalchow,” he says, pulling up a chair beside Victor.

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