good luck to you all getting through the finale

The “I Can Do This!” Motivation bottle.

I made this little bottle for my wife at work, but I’ve decided to post it because I know finals are coming up and I think this could be helpful for those of you who are juggling your finals with the rest of your life! 

All of these things came from my kitchen spice cabinets, so nothing too crazy or difficult to find here!

I made this as something that embodied what is needed to get through the tough days. It isn’t a good luck charm, just something to bring out the best thing already in you.

Each layer is for a different piece of what makes up a good, productive day in my opinion, so here we go!

  • Sea salt - for protection
  • Cinnamon - for success & wisdom
  • Sage - for peace
  • Caraway seeds - for mental power
  • Basil - for confidence
  • Rosemary - for mental clarity
  • Red Pepper flakes - for energy

I find that saying my intent out loud really helps me to know that it is there, the more I say something out loud, the more I feel like it is true and real, so I focus on saying my intent for each layer out loud, over and over until I really do feel it there. I also find that saying these things out loud, and being sure of them, helps you to realize that there really IS power in your words. You have power to speak these words and really bring life to them because you are stating, whole-heartedly that this rosemary is going to bring mental clarity to your day. Don’t be afraid to spend as much time as you need to on each layer to feel like your intent is there. This helps me, personally. 

Once you’re filled up, put the cork back in, tightly. I would recommend packing these layers in tightly also, so if you care them around in your pocket, they don’t all mix together if you don’t want them to.

After, I sealed my bottle with wax (mine was vanilla scented because it is my wife’s favorite scent and it’s something that really makes her happy) - (also I will make a little post about how I seal up little bottles with wax later on!) and sat with it for quite a while, really focusing the intent into the whole bottle, and what you want for it as a whole. Like before, I sat repeating out loud until I really felt it and believed it with the knowing that my words have power!

I hope this was helpful! 

Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)

“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Blue and Gold - Jughead X Reader Imagaine

[A/N: Yeah so before I went to sleep last night I did kind of have an idea of where this fic would go if it had another part! It’s a little different to what I originally had planned and has taken a bit more of an angsty tone. Hope you guys like it regardless!]

(gif source: @juggiehead​)

‘Listen,’ (Y/N) started quietly, as Jughead took his seat next to her, ‘I know that for some reason – and I don’t care why- but you don’t like me.’

(Y/N) began to fan out sheets of paper, written on with detailed notes, photographs accompanied the papers and Jughead realised they were character profiles. Each piece of paper included the names, birth dates, home addresses and alibis of various students from Riverdale High on the day that Jason Bloom was murdered.

‘How did you get all of this stuff?’ Jughead asked in awe, reaching out and picking up Reggie Mantle’s profile. (Y/N) sighed.

‘I’m a nice person Jughead, I just asked and people were more than willing to tell me – it’s called being a people person.’

‘There’s being a people person and then there’s this.’

‘Yeah well, Betty told you I was useful and she was right. Anyway like I was trying to say-‘

‘Yeah, yeah. I don’t like you. We’ll get over it.’ Jughead continued to absorb himself in the papers. (Y/N) huffed, but rather than press the matter further she began to point out the places in which peoples alibis didn’t quite match up.

Soon both of the kids were absorbed in the tangling web of Jason Bloom’s death.


The next couple of weeks continued in the same fashion, (Y/N) would spend the week collecting intel on new students or returning back to those who didn’t quite make sense, and by the end of the week the information she had gathered was delivered to Jughead. Together they had gathered a tonne of evidence and the case for Jason Bloom was really beginning to come together.

(Y/N)’s true project however was not going to plan.

‘Betty it’s not working.’ (Y/N) sighed, sipping on her colossal strawberry milkshake.

‘Maybe he just needs more time?’ Betty tilted her head and smiled sympathetically, her pony tail bounced with the motion.

‘No he’s just getting worse. I mean at least with scathing comments came some form of acknowledgement, now it’s like I don’t even exist.’

‘I thought he was being nice to you at Blue and Gold, though?’

‘Yeah, in that room he’s all smiles and talking but then we sit here and he won’t even look at me.’ (Y/N) chewed on her straw. ‘I really don’t know what’s worse.’

‘Okay, I’ll talk to him, see what the deal is?’ Betty smiled sincerely.

‘No!’ (Y/N) shouted a little too loudly, the other patrons in the diner looked over at the girls before resuming their own activities. ‘No,’ (Y/N) repeated quietly, ‘I don’t want him to know that it bothers me- and if anyone should speak to him, it should be me.’


‘Can I ask you something?’ (Y/N) sat in the Blue and Gold room, her legs drawn up onto her chair and her head lightly tucked into her crossed arms.

It had been a quiet week in regards to new information being discovered, people were beginning to become curious about the motive behind (Y/N)’s questions so she had decided to place herself on the backburner for a week. Jughead was mulling over some of the older profiles, scrutinizing them for anything that could have been missed.

‘Yeah, sure.’ He mumbled as his eyes traced over the profile for Ethel Muggins.

‘What is it that makes you hate me?’ (Y/N) exhaled with a breath she didn’t know was being held.

‘You’re irritating.’ Jughead immediately replied in the same monotone voice.

(Y/N) took in a breath, ‘Yeah okay, but what is irritating about me?’

‘Everything.’ He replied again quickly.

(Y/N) began to unfold herself from the chair, she sat up straight and began to pick at loose thread on the sleeve of her blouse.

‘I thought that maybe we were getting somewhere.’

‘Yeah, well-’ Jughead turned his head to look at (Y/N), his next words caught on his tongue as he took in her sullen expression. Immediately his eyes returned to the Muggins profile and a silence descended on the room.

‘You make me feel like I’m not good enough, Jug.’

The boy didn’t respond, his eyes remained fixed on the paper in his hands.

‘Like I’m not good enough to sit at the booth,’ (Y/N)’s voice was quiet, ‘or to be friends with the guys – friends with you. I planned all of this – so you could get to know me but it just made things worse and I just wish you could give me a reason.’

Jughead made no move to acknowledge (Y/N), the silence was punctuated by the slight creak of (Y/N)’s chair as she shifted. A light puff of air left through her nose and she stood to leave.

‘That’s probably all I can get for you now,’ her eyes nodded to the paper work on the table despite the fact that Jughead was not looking at her, ‘people are finally getting suspicious of me asking so many questions.’

(Y/N) reached for the door, before she left she took one final glance at the beanie-clad boy still sat with his back to her.

‘Good luck.’

The door clicked shut.

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Pretending (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,478

Rating: R (Mature)

Warnings: Angst, SMUTTY GOODNESS

Summary: After years of being abused by your parents, and having your heart broken by many boyfriends, you decided enough was enough. No strings attached was your new motto. After having sex with Steve, you pretended it was nothing.  He doesn’t like that so he confronts you.  


When Nick Fury approached you to become a part of the Avengers, he didn’t quite like your reaction. You had doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach as your eyes glossed over with tears because of it. He had to be kidding right?  When you were finished with your laughing fit, you had in fact seen, that Nick Fury was not kidding.  

Wanda and Pietro weren’t the only ones who survived Wolfgang von Strucker’s testing; you did too.  But your story was a different story than theirs. You didn’t volunteer as a subject to be tested on.  Nope, not you.  You were kidnapped while backpacking through Sokovia.  

Your home life was not very satisfying growing up, and when you moved out when you turned 18, things only got worse.  Like most families, yours seemed normal on the outside, but it was not so pretty on the inside.  Your parents were drunks and they loved to take out their anger on you, letting you know you were never good enough.  From an early age, you had learned to build a wall around yourself to protect you.  It got worse when you left, as guy after guy used and abused you too.  You had decided to finally put your life into gear, and take charge.  Instead of letting guys walk all over you, you made sure to not get attached, no matter how good looking or perfect they seemed.

Backpacking through Sokovia was somewhat of your way of finding yourself, and redeeming your life. But just your luck, Hydra kidnapped you, and tested on you like you were some kind of caged animal.  You weren’t in there as long as the twins were, and so your powers weren’t fully developed all the way.  Strucker’s idea for you was to enhance your memory, so you could learn and understand things on a much faster rate.  His other focus was to make you somewhat like Rogue from X-Men; being able to take on somebody else’s powers.  But the Avengers found out where Strucker was hiding and put a stop to everything before it could be completed.  

You were still in Sokovia when Ultron tried to destroy it, and Captain America was the one who saved you. A month later, Fury found you and did his best to try and convince you to join the Avengers.  You had to admit, he did a pretty good job, but you knew you weren’t needed there.  Your powers were only half developed; you didn’t even know how to use them!  It was actually Tony Stark who was the one that was able to convince you to join.  Tony and his fucking mouth, using his big words is what hooked you.  Your brain was craving knowledge, and well, Tony persuaded you.

It had been a smooth year with your transition into being an Avenger.  You worked very closely with Dr. Banner and Tony that first year; they helped you to harness your enhanced memory and your mind felt alive for the first time.  While your brain was properly function with so much knowledge, your eyes wandered a bit; particularly to Steve Rogers’ ass.  Damn, that man had a fine behind!  


“OH FUCK” you screamed as Steve’s hand found your throbbing clit as his teeth scraped against your exposed throat.  Your body felt on fire; Steve’s touch igniting every inch of you into flames. Breathy moans escaped your lips as his skillful hands pinched you nub, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your throat. His lips frantically seized yours, the kiss full of passion and want.  Your tongues battled and intertwined as neither of you wanted to back down.  

Steve’s lengthy finger slipped into your soaking core and back out, smearing your juices around.  His mouth left yours as he kissed down your chest and stomach, leaving a fiery trail in his path.  The second his mouth found your nub, you jerked forward, wanting and needing more. Steve got the hint as he plunged two fingers into you.  He found your sweet spot rather soon and you had to give him props for that.  “Fuck Steve don’t stop” you purred, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you felt your release coming.  He sucked hard on your button and it sent you over the edge, falling into a blissful orgasm.  Your hands fisted his hair as you screamed his name over and over.  

Coming down from your high, you raised your head to see Steve standing at the end of the bed, taking his clothes off.  His eyes were as dark as night, the lust evident in them as they roamed over your body.  Your mouth went dry from the look he gave you as your body involuntarily shuddered; the wetness between your legs dripping down your thighs as you rose to your knees.

Seductively crawling towards Steve, you bit your lip as you took in his thick, lengthy, throbbing dick.  You peered up to him through your long eyelashes as you gave him a smirk. Grabbing the base of his cock, Steve let out an animalistic growl.  Your hands gently teased him, running up and down the length of his smooth silky member. Your thumb traced over his tip, smudging his pre-cum all around.  Steve’s hand fisted your hair as he hissed, “Y/N” in a warning tone, his dominant tone that turned you on to no avail.

Your mouth devoured his cock in one swift motion as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft.  Bobbing your head back and forth, you thrived on being able to make Steve crumble under your touch.  You gently cupped his balls in one of your hands and Steve jerked into your mouth at your ministration.  “Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop right now!”

Letting Steve’s dick go from your mouth with a pop, you raised up on your knees as you threw your arms over his neck.  With the little force you had, Steve gave in and the two of you tumbled back onto the bed.  Hitching your leg over his hip, you turned so you were on top, straddling him.  You ground down onto him, back and forth, working yourself up again as Steve’s hands caressed your bare thighs.  Both your and Steve’s breathy moans echoed around the room.  

Lifting your hips up, you grasped his cock, teasing your wet folds a little before finally sinking down onto him.  Your head fell back at how intense it felt to feel so full. Leaning down, you bit Steve’s neck gently as you began to ride him.  “You feel so good Steve” you cried out as his dick hit you in just the right way. Looking down, it appeared that Steve was holding back.  “Don’t hold back Captain” you moaned, biting your lip in a teasing way.  

That was all it took before Steve squeezed your hips hard as he turned you over so he was on top.  He took control, just the way you wanted, as he pounded furiously into you. You were 100% sure you would have bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care.  The Captain side of Steve was the biggest turn on you ever had in your life. Both of you glistened with sweat at Steve’s furious pace; your nails scratching down his back as you felt your peak coming.  “Cum with me Y/N” Steve growled out.  His words giving you all the encouragement to let go, falling into a blackout as your orgasm splintered through your body.  Your walls clenched tightly around Steve as you felt his pace stutter, his seed filling you up as you both cried out each other’s names.    


Your mind continued to replay the night you and Steve had sex, and you were torn.  You could sense that he liked you, more than just a fuck buddy or friends with benefits kind of deal.  Naturally, you liked Steve too, a bit too much for your liking.  But you didn’t want to go back on your promise to yourself, about keeping men at bay.  You had been screwed over one too many times and you swore you wouldn’t get attached again.  Yet, deep down, this felt different; Steve was different.

After a long and relaxing shower, you decided to keep your word to yourself.  Steve would be nothing but a fuck buddy, if anything, to you, no matter how bad you wanted him to be more.  You wouldn’t do anything to get yourself emotionally hurt again; to feel your heart shatter into a million pieces like it had been done many times before.    


“She still pretending like it didn’t happy?” Bucky asked Steve as the two of them were out for their afternoon jog.  Steve let out a depleted sigh as he shook his head, “I don’t know what to do Buck.  It was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had. And we’ve gotten really close this last year.  I know she has some emotional issues with her past and shit, but I don’t know how to get her to open up to me about this.  I want her for my own” he concluded, looking defeated.  

“Just talk to her Steve. Get her alone and make sure she doesn’t get away.  You are our Captain after all, so use that leverage” Bucky encouraged as he gave Steve a wink, causing him to chuckle.  Steve thought about it throughout the rest of his job, determined to get you to open up to him.  At one point, you had let your walls down briefly as you talked about your past to Steve, and he loved seeing that vulnerable side of you; it’s what made him fall in love with you.  He wanted, no needed, for you to see that, no matter what it took.  


Consistent knocking on your door awoke you from your nap.  Silently cursing the person who woke you up, you slowly got up from bed. “Y/N” Steve’s voice took you by surprise on the other side of the door and you froze, “Open up, we need to talk.” Fuckfuckfuckfuck, your inner monologue screamed to you.  You can do this Y/N, just play it cool, act like it was nothing, like nothing happened, you encouraged yourself silently as you walked to your door and opened it.  

“Steve, what can I do for you?” you questioned, your voice cool.  Steve side-stepped you and walked into your bedroom.  You rolled your eyes, “please, come on in” you stated sarcastically. As you turned around, you could see the tension rolling off of Steve as he stared at you, taking in your appearance. You were wearing a tight tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that barely did anything to cover your legs.  

“Well” you stated in annoyance, “what did you want to talk about?”  Steve stood there, folding his arms across his expanse chest before letting out deep sigh.  “Are you just going to walk around forever, as if nothing happened?” he started off calmly. You gave him a shrug, “Nothing did happen Steve.  It was just sex.  No strings attached.  Nothing new for me.”  

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen Y/N, because guess what?  It did!” Steve’s voice got a little louder, and you could tell he was getting upset with you.  He had every right to be, you kind of just bailed on him after the two of you had sex a couple weeks ago.  You knew deep down, he was looking for more than just sex.  You did too, you wanted more out of it, but you refused to get hurt by another man, even as perfect as Steve seemed, he could still hurt you and leave you one day.  

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned your back, ready to walk out your door.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he barked as his hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around so you were backed up against the wall.  You lowered your head, too afraid to meet his gaze. “We’re just friends Steve, you and me” you said quietly, barely above a whisper.  His hands gripped your hips tightly, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” he growled out, his breath tickling your ear.

It was happening again, your heart was taking over your mind as tears started to escape your eyes. You were scared, so scared, to let Steve know your true feelings for him.  So scared that one day, while you thought everything was going perfect and the two of you were blissfully happen, he would up and leave you, breaking your heart. You didn’t think you could handle another heartbreak; didn’t think you could bounce back from another one. Steve’s calloused hands cupped your face, causing you to look up at him.  “Please don’t cry.  I can’t stand to see you cry” he said softly, brushing your falling tears off your face.

“You know what I think,” Steve said in a warm tone, “I think you’re afraid to be happy.”  Ding Ding Ding!  Steve got it right.  Sirens went off in your head as you realized, for the first time in your life, Steve was the first person to actually notice anything about you.  He actually paid attention to the true you, found out who you really were, and how you pretend like things don’t matter to you, when they really do.  

Letting go of the breath you were hold, you gazed into his cerulean eyes, your heart fluttering as his eyes bore into yours.  “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me” you declared, your voice small.  Steve’s eyes widened at your revelation, his lips tugging up.  “There she is.  There is my Y/N” Steve replied before his lips found yours in a searing kiss.  His soft pert lips molded to yours perfectly as you let him take over.  This kiss was different from when you two previously kissed.  This was more passionate, full of emotion; emotion you had pent up over the last year.  

Realizing you both needed to breathe at some point; Steve pulled his lips away, a smile appearing on his face.  “Yours huh?” you questioned with a grin of your own.  “If you’ll have me that is.  You’re not the only one in love Y/N” Steve said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “just talk to me alright?  We’ll get through this, I promise.”

Steve’s words sunk in deep to your core.  You were nervous, that much was true; but you were done shutting people out, done shutting Steve out.  You didn’t want to admit it, but he had your heart from the day you met him.  Taking a leap of faith, you reach up to connect your lips again, making it clear what your answer was.

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032 + college athlete!yoongi

author’s note: thank you all for the great feedback on the college athlete au! post, your messages and reactions really make my day~~ i got an anonymous request for an extension on basketball player!yoongi from the college athlete bts post and i was suddenly inspired. i also combined this with one of 100 ways to say i love you prompts bc i’m a cheater and i spend too much time watching naruto to get thru that list otherwise.
disclaimer: gif is credited below as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are simply cropped for uniformity and easy reading

cr. | 032. “it looks good on you.”

“Come on, don’t do this. It’s the first game of finals and he needs you there,” Jimin’s sweet voice begs through your phone receiver.

“Hm, tough luck. Didn’t know genius Min Yoongi was that superstitious,” you scoff, “Yoongi’s played basketball all his life; he doesn’t need me there to win.”

“Bullshit, you know you’re the only reason he went for a varsity college team,” Jimin retorts. “You’re the reason he’s still playing.”

You huff and cross your arms. “He’s never said that to me.”

“He’s never said it to anyone, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” Screw you, Park Jimin, you think, and your stupid, charming way with words.

“I’m mad at Yoongi, Jimin,” you say after a minute, eyeing the basketball jersey hanging on your clothes rack. You think about him, your stubborn, hard-headed, boyfriend, and sigh.

“Being mad at someone doesn’t mean you stop loving them.”

“When did you get to wise, Park Jimin?” you ask with a smile, crossing your room to take the jersey out of the closet.

“I have always been wise. You’ve just only been noticing me for my pretty face,” he grins, “Now get dressed, I’m coming to get you.”

Jimin promptly hangs up, only to shoot you a text informing you that he’s been outside of your dorm the entire time. That little piece of shit. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and the appropriate footwear, and gather your belongings.

You eye the jersey one last time, finally taking it off of the hanger. “Why I love a stubborn man like you is beyond me, Min Yoongi.”

It’s halftime when you and Jimin arrive at the gym and Yoongi’s team is still down by thirty points. You’d thought Jimin was exaggerating when he said that Yoongi was really out of it, but when you checked the scoreboard and saw the three fouls he’d committed in the past quarter, you knew he wasn’t kidding.

The uneasy crowd dies down as horns blare throughout the gym, signaling the end of halftime. You spot Yoongi’s distinct tuft of black hair as he shuffles back on to the court, completely unfazed by the loosing streak until he hears a distinct voice amongst the settling spectators: “Yah, Min Yoongi, get your head in the game!”

His head snaps to the source of the voice and the relief that washes over his face once he sees you is something out of a movie. His smile reaches his eyes and he’s something between elated, surprised, and sorry. He wants to run over to you, hug you, kiss you, apologize, and kiss you some more, but as the crowd cheers on in agreement with your call out, he simply sends you a finger heart before jogging to center court. He’s playing for something now; for your forgiveness, and that, he thinks, the more than a good enough reason to win this game.

The match goes into sudden death overtime and Yoongi’s team is quick to jump on his when he shoots the winning basket. Jimin is even quicker to push you courtside to wait for him.

The second he sees you again, he’s hugging you as tightly as he can; smiling, laughing, and taking in the fact that you’re here with him.

“You came,” he says while catching his breath after letting you go.

“I did.”

“Is that mine?” he questions, pointing to the red and gold jersey hanging off of your shoulders.

“It is.”

His smile doubles in size. “It looks good on you.”

You can’t help but smile back at him and let him hug you again, let him pull you as close as he can without a care in the world.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” you say softly, in between stroking his hair and congratulating him on his win.

“I know,” he whispers back, “I still love you, you know.”

Yoongi can feel your lips stretch into a small smile near his neck. “Yeah, I know, Yoongi.”

Reader is the medic on set of Homecoming and Tom purposely gets hurt to see her.

A/N: I got really unmotivated at the end and rushed to finish it and i hate it so sorry. feel free to request things.

You watched as the new blood made their way towards you, a skip in their step. You couldn’t help but grin at their excitement that you would soon watch wither away from the hard work and never ending hours.

“So, that’s the new Spider-Man?” Your partner elbowed you and laughed. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled back. “He looks like he’s five.”

“We look like we’re five compared to everyone else back at headquarters.” You and your partner we’re the youngest on the force. Only a year out of the Paramedic program. You were lucky enough to get selected to work on the new Spider-Man movie set for the sex few months, though you were pretty sure it was because nobody took two twenty year olds seriously out in the field.

“Ladies,” James, Sony’s human resources director who had brought you and your partner on, lead the group of young faces to your small tent in the back of the studio. “This is our newest star, Tom Holland.” He beamed, definitely over exaggerating to make a good impression. Tom stood a few inches taller than you, his brown curly hair bouncing as he nodded a shy ‘hello’ to you. You offered a hand shake instead.

“This is (Y/N),” James introduced you with a hand on your shoulder,” and Kat. These are the studios Paramedics, they will be assisting with the movie. So any scrapes of bruises come right to these angels, they keep upstairs happy and lawsuit free.” He looked at the man standing next to Tom this time, who you assumed was Tom’s manager. James introduced you next to Toms PA, Harrison, who tom quickly corrected as his best friend.

Just as they were about to walk off James’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he pointed the boys to the snack table before answering his phone running off. You took this as your cue to go back to your table where Kat had already gotten comfortable and wait out the rest of the day.

“Hey, wait, aren’t you a little young to be a Paramedic?” Tom asked, his accent surprising you. You gave a small chuckle before turning back to face him.

“Aren’t you a little old to still not have hit puberty? You’re playing a fifteen year old at what, twenty one? I wouldn’t criticize me age, bud.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at the now smiling star.

“Fair enough.” He laughed. “I just think it’s really cool, is all. I’m glad we’ll be in young, spry hands.”

“Yeah, Tom is accident prone.” The blonde one that was introduced as Harrison nudged his friend earning his a small glare.

“No I’m not.” Tom defended. “I am the most graceful person you’ll ever meet.”

“Uh huh.” Harrison glanced over his shoulder to the fast approaching James. “Well, time to go, I’m sure we’ll see you around, (Y/N), and you too Kat. Good to meet both of you.”

“Yeah, good meeting you.” Tom smiled at you one last time before leaving.

“He’s cute.” Kat called from behind you, not looking up from her phone. “And his net worth is like five million dollars. One of us should totally marry him.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” You laughed.

Filming had finally started on set sending new faces your way every day. You had met all of the cast by now, hearing the same lines over and over again by the HR rep about lawsuits and liabilities. You smiled through it all, getting acquainted with Laura, Jacob and Tony.

It was a quiet job, safety was Marvel and Sony’s number one concern. Rigging was triple checked each day, there was no stair too high or fall too deep. You found that you spent most of your time reading or playing on your phone.

So it wasn’t a surprise that Harrison found your feet up and eyes closed in your ambulance the first time they needed you.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” Harrison knocked on the door, stirring you from your dream. You whipped the sleep out of your eyes quickly and jumped out of the vehicle.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“Kat needs you,” He pointed towards the studio. “Tom hurt himself.”

“I thought he said he was the most graceful man I’d meet?” You laughed, walking to your medic tent.

“He’s full of shit.”

You walked up to Kat shining her small flashlight into Toms brown eyes. He was sitting on the cot in his Peter Parker outfit that fit him loosely. When she spotted you the flashlight turned off causing him to blink a few times before looking at you making you notice the red bump already forming on his forehead.

“What happened?” You asked Kat.

“I fell and hit my head on a prop.” Tom answered for her. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“What happened to that grace?” You grabbed the ice pack that Kat retrieved from the freezer and gently applied it to his injury.

“It was a graceful fall.” He smiled up at you making your heart skip a beat. He looked so innocent while playing Peter.

“There are like, six cameras that could show you otherwise.” Harrison spoke behind you.

“Fuck off.” Your new patient mumbled.

You sat with him while everyone else went on with their business, following the protocols enforced by the studio. Check for concussion, palpate the cervical spine, and check for any other injury. Tom asked you questions as you went.

“Well, I think you’ll live.” You tapped on your phone, messaging Harrison that Tom could go back to work now that the swelling had gone down.

“Are you sure? It was looking pretty rough there for a while.”

“As long as you don’t get your ass kicked by anymore props, you should be fine.” You took one last look at his forehead, your hand running over it and then through his hair causing his eyes to flutter shut.

“I’ll try my best.” He laughed and stood up, giving a quick stretch. His toned muscle peaked under his shirt reminding you he wasn’t the innocent fifteen year old he played.

“I don’t want to see you back here, Holland.” You warned as Harrison talked up.

“No promises, darling.”


Week after week Tom had kept showing up with small bruises and cuts that could be fixed with a simple band aide but to avoid lawsuits you had to sit with him, sometimes for hours, making sure he was okay. You weren’t complaining, he was great company. You were both fans of Marvel, Tobi was your favorite Spider-Man and Tom couldn’t be mad because he was his too. You both enjoyed the same music and you often found yourselves killing time by singing to your favorite songs. He even attempted to show you how to do a backflip once but he had slipped making him stay an extra hour in the tent with you.

“I have never met someone as clumsy as you, Tom.” You smiled, putting as icepack over his bleeding nose.

“I’m usually not this bad, I swear.” He laughed and leaned his head back to attempt to stop the bleeding.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You tilted his head forward again, your hand brushing the back of his neck. He looked at you confused.

“My mum always told me to put your head back to stop the bleeding.”

“I mean, sure, if you want to drown in your own blood. Is your mom a trained paramedic?” You raisned an eyebrow in question.


“The head down, Holland.”

There was a long silence as you filled out the paperwork that came with treating a patient. Admittedly, Tom felt bad that he had to watch you fill out what seemed to be like the most boring piece of paper every time he ended up in the medic tent. And admittedly, he ended up here on purpose.

The first time was an accident, he wasn’t watching where he was going, but he loved the way your fingers grazed his skin carefully as you examined him. He loved the way your face looked as you were concentrated on him and only him. He loved the way your hand ran through his hair. And most of all he loved the way you talked to him like he was a pain in the ass, because he was, but no one else other than Harrison had the guts to tell him that.

“So, uh,” You broke the silence. “What does your mom do?”

“She’s a photographer. She’s damn good too.” He pulled out his phone and slid through her Instagram. You leaned over his shoulder, so close he could feel the warmth of your body. He tried his hardest not to breath you in but that was just another thing he came to love about you.

“What about your mom? What does she do?” He tried to focus on anything in the room other than you.

“Oh, I don’t have one. My dad is a carpenter though.” You smiled, going back to the paperwork in front of you.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know.” Tom mumbled sheepishly.

“Oh, no, she’s not dead or anything.” You shook your head, “She just left when I was young.”

“So no siblings then?” He leaned back, making sure to keep his head tilted down so you wouldn’t scold him.

“An older brother. What about you?” You couldn’t focus on your paperwork anymore so you discarded in on the table and made yourself comfortable next to him.

“Four younger siblings. In fact, I bet Paddy would love to play with the sirens on your ambulance when my family comes to visit next week.”

“Tom, an ambulance is not a toy.” You frowned at him. “It’s a complicated piece of machinery. You don’t just play with the sirens. They’re for emergencies. I can’t believe you don’t take my job seriously.” Tom’s eyes grew wide, afraid he offended you. He sat up next to you, beginning to apologize.

“I’m just fucking with you, calm down.” You laughed. “Of course we can play with them.” You moved his hand, taking away the bloody rag and icepack. “Looks like you’re done bleeding. You should go get cleaned up and go back to work before you get in trouble. Again.” You hopped off the cot and Tom’s heart sank, already missing your warmth next to him.

“Oh, yeah.” He mumbled.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m guessing. You know, when I worked in the field I had quite a few reoccurring patients but you are definitely my most frequent.” Tom winced at the word patient, reminding himself that this was just a job for you.

“I’ll try to be more careful tomorrow.”


Tom sat on his hotel couch, thankful it was much more comfortable then the cot he constantly found himself on. He fiddled with the cold beer in his hand while Harrison played with his phone, both of them ignoring the TV in front of them. Usually Tom would be focused on the latest cooking competition but tonight, Harrison noticed, his mind was somewhere else.

“You okay, mate?” He turned down Gordon Ramsey’s voice. Tom nodded but Harrison wasn’t having it. He threw his phone at his friend, finally getting his attention.

“What the fuck. That hurt.” Tom rubbed his arm.

“What’s wrong?” Harrison asked again. Tom sighed, rolling his head back in defeat.

“It’s (Y/N).” He pushed the beer up to his lips and took a drink. He enjoyed how the liquid made his head feel and how it could get her out of his head for just a little while. Usually.

“What about her?” Harrison’s brows furrowed.

“She only thinks of me as a patient. She’s only nice to me because it’s her job. I don’t know why I made myself believe she could actually like me. She’s so smart and I’m so, I don’t know.”

“You’re Spider-Man.” Harrisons knee knocked against Toms, “You’re Tom- Fucking- Holland.”


Tom stood in front of your apartment door hesitating but he knew Harrison would kill him if he came home without asking you out, so he knocked.

You looked through your peephole, confused at the view.

“Tom?” You asked opening the door.

“I’m hurt.” He blurted out causing you to instinctively look him up and down. He didn’t look injured, if anything he looked better than usual.

“What? Come in, where are you hurt?” You started running your hands over him carefully as soon as he entered your living room, you could feel him tense up under you. “Why didn’t you go to the hospital, what’s wrong?”

“No, uh, it’s my lips.” He muttered. You looked at him confused. It was now that he was realizing this was the first time he had seen you out of your uniform. You were in sweats and a large tee-shirt, probably all ready for bed but you were still so beautiful.

“What?” You asked again.

“I need you to kiss them better.” Your brain was still in medical mode but you quickly realized what he had said and you could feel the blush spreading across your face. “That sounded a lot better in my head” He admitted. You bit your lip holding back a laugh. You closed the gap between you two and pressed your lips gently against his. When you broke apart you ran your thumb over his lip and smiled.

“I think you’ll live.” You whispered.

Nurse Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean happily takes care of the reader when she gets sick. Cuteness. 

Word Count: 692

Warnings: Fluff??, Cute Dean??, too much fluff??

A/N: This is something I wrote a little while ago but I know someone who needs Nurse Winchester today. Love you Taylor! @impalaimagining

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“Sweetheart, you in here?” Dean asked quietly as he opened the door to your room. He tried to look around but the room was in total darkness. He almost walked back out before he heard a soft groan come from your bed.

 “(Y/n), are you still in bed?” Dean made his way over and took a seat on the mattress next to your covered body. “Hey, baby, you okay?” he became worried as you moved your head slightly and began to cough hard into your hand.

 “I think I might have caught the flu from Sam. Everything hurts.” Your voice was unrecognizable and scratchy. Dean watched as you buried your head back into the pillow and covered it with the blanket.

 Dean reached behind him and turned on the lamp. A groan came from under the blankets. “Sorry, Sweetheart, but I need to take your temperature.”

 “Noo.” A whimper escaped your lips before another fit of coughing ensued.

 “Come on (Y/n), you gotta work with me here. You want to feel better, right?”

 “No. Just leave me here to die.”

 A chuckle escaped Dean’s lips. “You’re so dramatic when you’re sick. I would never leave you here to die, Princess.” All he received was another groan. “I’m going to make you soup.”

 “Turn the light back off.”

 Dean made sure to close the door quietly on his way out. He shook his head in amusement as he made his way down the hall. He poked his head in to check on Sam. “You’re alive!”

 “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Sam’s puzzled look made Dean chuckle again.

 “(Y/n) caught your flu bug. She claims she’s dying.” Sam’s lips lifted with the news.

 “Definitely felt like it while I was down and out. Want me to take care of her?”

 “No, I got it. Pretty sure I can take care of her on my own.”

 “She’s whiny when she doesn’t feel well.” Sam warned.

 “Yeah, got that. She refused to let me take her temperature.”

 Sam just shook his head. “Good luck with that one.”

 Dean closed Sam’s door and continued his path to the kitchen. After searching the cabinets, he realized they had no more soup. Grabbing his keys and phone from the library, he made his way out to his Impala and headed out to get any and all supplies to help you feel better.

 After two days, three boxes of tissues and one very strong hot toddy, you were finally back on your feet all thanks to Dean. “Morning Sam.”

 “Hey, you’re alive!” His laugh carried through the bunker.

 “Yep, sure am. Ready to get back at the whole hunting thing.” You smiled warmly at him then looked around the kitchen.

 “Where’s Dean?”

 “Not sure, he might still be in bed.” You gave Sam a wink and a smirk before you headed down the hallway causing him to laugh again.

 You had quickly made your way to Dean’s room and flung open the door. “Oh, Dean! Time to wake up!” Pouncing onto the bed you began to assault Dean with pokes to his side.

 “Someone is in a good mood this morning.” Dean ignored the pokes to his ribs and turned his head to admire the smile spread across your face. “and gorgeous.”

 “What was that Winchester? You think I’m gorgeous?” you moved the blankets back to crawl under them and snuggled up to the man’s side. He placed his arm over you and pulled you closer.

 “Always do, (Y/n). I’m really glad you’re feeling better.” He smiled and kissed your cheek gingerly.

 “So am I. Now I can do this without feeling bad.” Moving your head quickly you captured his lips. He kissed back with fervor.

 “I’ve missed that.” He smiled down at you and moved his lips back to yours.

 “Let’s just stay in bed all day.” You whispered as you snuggled closer to him.

 “Sounds perfect to me sweetheart.” He nipped at your neck before maneuvering you to lay with your back to his chest.

 “My perfect day with my nurse Winchester.” A chuckle rumbled his chest before he laid his head back down and kissed your shoulder.

Halloween -  Bill Skarsgård Imagine

Authors note: I loved getting to write this, and I am sorry it took so long. Now that this is finally up, in November, we can get all excited for Halloween next year! :P (Also whoever get’s the American Horror Story referrence, get’s extra points haha.)

There he is! You thought to yourself as you leaned in with the biggest grin you could muster, and started waving with your one hand, whilst holding a tight grip in the balloons in your other hand. You made an effort to really stare at Bill’s face whilst he drove up to you and parked the car.  

Well you look gruesome” he said as he got out of the car. 

“Right back at ya!” you replied, walking up to him, giving him a big hug, and a kiss. This was Bill’s and yours first Halloween together as a couple, and so the two of you had decided to wear couples costumes. 

“Be careful with that! You might smudge my makeup” Bill chuckled, as you gave him another kiss. There had been many different ideas tossed around for these costumes. Many very classic ones, such as Morticia and Gomez Addams, or even a plug and a socket. However in the end the two of you had decided to go as the same thing instead of something matching. Pennywise. You were dressed up as Tim Curry’s timeless classic, whilst Bill went for his own new version. Both completed with accurate costumes, and makeup. 

“Let’s go” he yelled as he reached his hand out for you to hold it. You immediatly took a hold of his hand, however when you did, you had let go of your balloons. They were now drifting right up into the air, and before any of you really noticed what had happened, they were out of reach”.

“Oops” you smiled. 

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How I nearly ruined my DM’s entire dungeon in less than 5 minutes

So my DM had spent a few weeks planning a really cool stealth and infiltration dungeon for our campaign. To be noted is that due to a tragic ending most of us needed to create new characters for this dungeon. Enter Kaho Greyfeather the half Kenku rouge. While I spent quite a while building up my newest information dealer, his stats were by no means great but they would do for the dungeon. As I really wanted to focus on the thief/ information gatherer aspect of his character I put a lot of effort into bringing up his sneak, lock picking, and overall agility skills. Then, a few nights into the campaign, Kaho acquired a few sets of enchanted master lock picks through what can only be described as “a series of unfortunate events”. At this point he was practically able to get through any door he wanted. However in one of the bottom floors of the dungeons our party came across a locked door that broke the first set of enchanted lock picks my rouge had. As I had rolled quite high I thought this odd, but my DM didn’t say the door couldn’t be broken into (which they would after a time if the door couldn’t be opened at whatever point we were at). After an amused debate with the rest of my group and the DM, we settled that if I rolled a nat 20 on my first try Kaho would be able to lock pick the door. So I rolled. And got a nat 20. Not that odd really, though it allowed my character to be able to attempt the lock. To successfully pick the lock the DM said I’d have to roll another nat 20 on my first try. So I rolled. And got a nat 20. As Kaho opened the door my DM stated that there was a second door a meter or so behind the first with an equally difficult lock. This meant to get through I’d have to roll 2 more nat 20s in a row first try. So I rolled, and both times the dice stopped it landed on a nat 20. I ended up rolling 4 nat 20s in a row, and ended up breaking into the final boss room. At this point we were all more or less laughing our heads off, though my DM decided that the reward for my good luck would be an overpowered boss attacking my defenseless character, with his only way of getting out being me rolling another nat 20. You can probably tell how that went. So, overall, this is the story of how I rolled 5 nat 20s in a row and was the beginning adventure of my longest living DnD character (who I still play as occasionally) to date.

Without You

***Disclaimer*** There is a small part in Tris’ POV, but most of it is copied and pasted from the book, I added few of my own lines in there, so no copyright infringment was intended!

Warnings: Death, and kind of angsty, sorry!

Last day of initiation, the day I find out my ranking, my fate in Dauntless. But first, I’ll have to go through my fear landscape; I wait outside with my fellow initiates, watching them go in to the room one by one.

“Y/N!” I finally hear, I get a few good lucks before walking into the room, my boyfriend Eric come up to me with the syringe. We started dating one month after initiation started, and have been dating for 4 months now. And yes, I am in love with him, but I haven’t been able to build up the courage to tell him, what if he doesn’t feel the same?

I snap out of my thoughts as Eric begins to speak, “I’m going to inject you with this serum Y/N, and you’re gonna go through all of your fears, the leaders will see what you see, and everyone else will only see your reactions,” his face wears the same hard expression as it does when he’s near any of the other initiates, but I know it’s just a mask, he proves this further when he places his hand in my shoulder and whispers, “Be brave Y/N.”

He then injects me, one by one I go through all of my fears, I only have eight, the second lowest number within my group of initiates, Tris had the lowest, 7.

I get out of my landscape in 17 minutes and Eric meets me at the back door of the landscape room, “That was amazing Y/N! You really do belong here,” He gives a small smile, but hardens his expression almost immediately.

“Thanks Eric!” I smile back, resisting every urge to kiss him.

“I can’t believe that losing me is one of your fears,” he says, refer to the fear where I was forced to kill my loved ones.
“Well, maybe because I l-” I stop myself before I say it. Shit.

“You what…?” He asks quickly.

“Because I-I would never want to kill a person who has never wronged me,” I say confidently, trying to cover my mistake. Eric didn’t believe me but just as he was about to say something Max called him back.

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria for the rankings,” he quickly says as he leaves.

I meet my three best friends Christina, Will, and Tris in the dorm rooms; we still have two hours before we find out what our rankings are.

“Can you believe this will be our last night in this room,” Christina says.

“Thank God for that,” I laugh. I could not wait to get out of this disgusting dorm room, and get my own apartment.

“Are you guys scared for ranks?” Will asks.

“A little, I just hope I don’t have to work on the fence,” I say, “I wouldn’t want to stay away from the compound for weeks on end.”

“Same,” Christina groans.

We sitting in the dorm room, watching as the rest of transfers make their way back from their own landscapes, until Four finally comes in to tell us that it was time for our results.

We walked into the cafeteria with the Dauntless-born initiates; some of us wore excited looks on our faces, whereas others looked nervous as hell.  

Max gives a speech and then the ranks are posted. Where is it? Where is my name? I’m cut! Shit I’ve been cut! I scan the bottom of the board and I don’t see it, so I slowly work my way up, then I see it:

1. Tris

2. Uriah

3. Y/N

What?! I got third place! Third place! I can’t help myself from jumping and squealing a little as the Dauntless crowd bursts into claps and cheers.

I look around to congratulate my friends, but all I find is Christina kissing Will and Tris kissing Four. No matter how happy I may feel for them, I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy; why can’t my relationship with Eric be so loving and open like them?

I see Eric making his way toward the doors of the cafeteria and he gestures for me to follow. I quickly make my way after him.

“I got third place! I can’t believe it!” I gush as soon as we’re out of earshot.

“Congratulations Y/N,” Eric says smiling. I’m the only one who ever gets to see Eric like this, so whenever he smiles it only makes me happier. I lean up and kiss him.

This is the moment that I realize that I have to tell him, I can no longer keep this secret from him. I love him way too much; I can’t keep it in any longer. I’m Divergent.

“Eric, I have to tell you something,” Maybe this isn’t the right place.

“I have to tell you something too,” He says, “But you go first.”

“No, I can’t here. Can we meet on the roof early in the morning, before most people wake up?” He hesitates, as if he is about to say something, but the he just nods, “What did you want to tell me?”

“I just wanted to say that, Y/N, I-I lo-” He pauses.

“You what?” I look up at him, my heart racing. Just say it, please.

“That I-” He suddenly looks like he has changed his mind about something and he quickly says, “I am so proud of you Y/N.”

“Oh,” I look away from him, I feel so stupid, he wasn’t about to confess anything. Stupid girl.

“I should get back,” Eric says, “You should go have dinner now. I’ll see you soon.”

“Uh, yeah, bye,” I say. Eric turns to leave, but he suddenly turns back around and gives me a quickly peck on the lips and looks me deeply in the eyes, almost as if he is apologizing for something, then he walks away, leaving me a little sad and very confused.

Dinner had just ended and we had been informed that all of Dauntless would be getting some sort of needle. Eric walks up to me with a syringe in his hand, “What is it for? Why do we need to get these?”

“It’s a precautionary tracking device that is being injected into all the members of our faction,” Eric explains, I simply nod my head and turn it, exposing my neck to Eric for easy access. He brushes a few strands of hair off, and injects the needle, shooting me another apologetic look. What’s his deal?

“Alright Y/N, you should probably head to the dorms, you’re in for a long day tomorrow,” He says.

“I’ll see you on the roof I guess,” I sigh.

He hesitates once again before saying, “Y-yeah, I’ll meet you there.”

I feel someone shake my shoulders, “Wake up Y/N!”

“Tris?” I whisper, I see my fellow initiates all getting ready, they look almost like drones, “What’s going on?”

“It’s a simulation,” she sound worried.

“We just have to act like we’re under it as well. Do whatever they do I guess,” I say. Tris nods in agreement, and we head out with everyone else, following their lead.

We all stand in rows, Tris is next to me and Will is in front, when I hear someone questioning the leaders about what was going on. I see him out of the corner of my eye, a confused looking Dauntless member, and more importantly a Divergent. Max smiles at him, a sickly smile, then shoots him right in the head. I keep myself from jumping at the sound of the gun, telling myself that I’m supposed to be under a simulation.

Then I see Eric making his way towards me, away from the sight of the rest of the leaders, my heart speeds up and I focus my eyes straight ahead. He steps directly in fronts of me, filling the gap between me and Will. He looks me in the eyes, and I try to keep my expression neutral. He finally reaches down and grabs my hands in his, “This is literally the worst time to be saying this, I know you can hear me, and once you’re out of this sim I know you’ll recall this, I’m so fucking sorry this had to happen Y/N. But I don’t know what the result of this is going to be, I had to tell you now in case I never get the chance after this. I love you.”

He said it. He finally fucking said it! I desperately will myself to not respond and keep my dead expression. He literally told me at the worst time, I can’t even tell him that I love him back, if I do I’ll be fucking killed. Oh fuck you Eric!

He takes a deep breath and turns to walk away. I almost, almost, follow him, but Tris quickly grabs my hand, and I see her shake her head from the corner of my eye, so I stop myself.

We all get on the train and make our way to Abnegation.

I roam one of the alleys of the Abnegation faction, there is barely anyone here, but I still act as if I’m under the sim, just in case. I was separated from Tris on the train, and the group of soldiers I was with eventually dispersed. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the cry of a small child and his mother around the corner. I quickly peek my head around, and aside from the Abnegation mother and son, the only person there is a Dauntless man, who is holding a gun to the mother’s head. Eric. He has his back turned to me, I can’t let him kill them, I quietly creep up from behind him, and put my own gun to his head, “Don’t you dare shoot them.”

He pauses for a moment, and then puts his gun down, hands raised beside his head. He slowly turns around and his eyes widen when he sees me, “Y/N? You’re-”

“Yes. I’m Divergent, Eric,” I spit out his name, “I can’t believe you would do something like this!”

He almost looks hurt as he whispers, “You have to listen to me Y/N, I didn’t want to do this, I truly didn’t, but I had to, you have to believe me.”

I did. I did believe him. I look into his eyes and whisper, “Okay.”

He looks at me with a hateful expression and spits, “The cameras can’t detect sound, so I just have to make it look like I’m angry. Put the gun to the back of my head and lead me to where I tell you. There are a few alleyways where Erudite was unable to install cameras.”

I lead Eric down a few turns, making sure there are no Dauntless soldiers there, and we eventually make it to a small alley where there are no cameras. Eric turns around to face me and I lower my gun, “Okay now what?”

He takes both my hands into his own, “So you’re Divergent? How could you not tell me Y/N?”

“I was going to Eric! I swear, that’s why I asked to meet you on the roof,” I say defensively, “But you’re no one to lay accusations on me, how could you do this. So many innocents are being killed because of these plans.”

“I have my reasons Y/N, I can’t tell you right now, the time isn’t right, but you have to trust me,” I nod, “so since you were never under the sim, I guess you heard everything I said back in the compound?”

“I did,” I smile and punch him in the shoulder, “you have the worst fucking timing Eric! Do you know how hard I had to try to keep up my act up?! Fuck you!”

He chuckles and pull me into his arms, “I love you.”

“I love you too Eric!” I lean up and kiss him, and for a while, I forget where we are, for a moment it is just the two of us in the whole world, holding each other, madly in love.

Eric finally pulls away, “Y/N, I have to go now. Listen, there is a hideout that some of the Abnegation have, go there and they will help you, I’m sure Tris will be there.” Eric tells me where to go and the secret knock that he overheard a few Abnegation talking about. He then bends down to the body of an Abnegation man, who is lying dead on the ground, and puts some of the man’s blood on his clothes and arm, I cringe knowing that he is trying to make it look like he killed me,  “I really have to go now baby.”

He turns to walk away, and my eyes suddenly fill with tears, “Eric?” He turns back to face me, “Will I see you again?”

He inhales deeply, and then gives me a peck on the lips, “This will all be over soon Y/N.”

“That’s not what I asked Eric,” I whisper, trying to keep the tears from spilling.

“I need to go Y/N,” I breathe in sharply as he turns around and walks away.

“Eric?” I say just before he turns around the corner, he stops, keeping his back turned to me, “Be careful.”

He finally looks back and gives me a weary smile, “I will Y/N, you take care of yourself too babe.”

I see Eric disappear around the corner, and I let a single tear slip down my cheek.

I sit in the hidden room with a group of Abnegation, Tris, and Tris’ brother; I think his name is Caleb. We plan to go to Dauntless and stop the simulation.

Everything that happened after that was kind of a blur, leaving the safe room, getting on the train, going into Dauntless HQ. I was too busy worrying about Eric to care about what was happening around me, especially after Tris told me that she had shot him in the leg.

Now Caleb, Marcus, Peter, and I stand outside the control room, waiting Tris to come out with Four. I get fed up and finally go in myself, to help Tris. I see that she just shut down the simulation, one by one, the screens start to shut down, and we hear Dauntless guards coming. Tris and Four hurry me out of the room, just as I’m about to leave I see someone raise a gun at Eric on one of the screen, but the screen shuts off before I can see what happens.

“Come on Y/N!” Four yells at me, as Tris grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room.

We all get on the train and head to Amity, we are officially fugitives. I’m worried out of my mind about Eric, and I can’t stand seeing Four and Tris act all romantic, when my love life is such a mess, so I go sit alone in a corner of the train. I clutch the necklace that Eric gave me when I passed the first stage on initiation ranked in second place. Please let him be okay.

We’ve been in Amity for two days, and I haven’t heard anything from Eric. Johanna allowed us to stay here as long as we blended in with their members. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and get out my cot, heading out of the room I share with Peter and Caleb.

“What’s going on Johanna? What did you hear?” I hear Four say from around the corner.

“One of Dauntless’ leaders was killed.” She says. What?!

“Who?!” Both Four and Johanna turn to me.

Johanna looks at me with a calm, yet disappointed expression, “Y/N, sweetheart, you know it’s wrong to eavesdro-”

“Who. Is. It. Johanna.?” I say slowly, spitting out every word, stepping dangerously close to her.

She steps back, and Four grips my arm, “Just tell her Johanna.”

“Eric. It is Eric,” She says, not knowing my relationship to him.

I feel my heart breaking. My body feels like it’s being torn apart. I want to scream but at the same time, I just want to fall and not do anything at all. I find myself running. As fast as my legs can carry me, I don’t know how long I run, I don’t know where I go, but when I’m finally too exhausted to take another step I fall to my knees, I see that I’m surrounded by trees. I sit there for hours, just staring up at the sky; I watch its bright blue colour get darker and darker until its almost pitch black, I feel nothing at all, my mind and body are completely numb.

I finally pick myself up and make my way back to Amity’s fields.

“Where the hell did you go?!” Tris yells at me, gripping my arms, I don’t respond, “Y/N? Hello?!”

“Tris, leave her alone,” Four says, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Peter, can you take Y/N back to her room.”

Peter puts his arm around me and walks me back to our room as if I’m a small child. I lay on my cot, staring up at the ceiling until I eventually fall asleep.

The next few days are a blur, I spend most of my time sitting in my cot holding on to my necklace, sometimes I move to the floor, I barely remember eating or communicating with anyone. I haven’t thought of anything that happened, I haven’t let a single tear slip, and I’m afraid that anytime now, I will explode. Tris comes in and sits in front of me to give me one of her usual lectures.

“Y/N, you’ve been up here for days, you have to come down. Get it together Y/N, I know he’s gone, but you can’t let that destroy you,” She realizes that her words are having no effect on me and sighs, “Alright fine Y/N. But Amity is hosting one of their bonfires tonight, at least join us for that. If not for yourself then for us, and I know you know that Eric would have never wanted to see you like this.”

I know she’s right, I have to do this. Eric would hate me if he saw how weak I was right now. I will go to that bonfire tonight, and wherever Eric is, I know he’ll be glad that I’m trying to stay strong. I love you Eric. I miss you.

Eric’s POV

“What the fuck?!” I yell, clutching Max’s collar, “What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?!”

“Please Eric,” he chokes out, “Relax, just listen to me.”  

“Relax?!” I practically scream, “How the fuck do you expect me to relax?!”

I let go of Max and he falls back on to his chair, I take a deep breath, trying to get a control over myself, “How did this happen? I want to know everything Max.”

“We found her body in the Chasm two days ago. You were patrolling the city, so we cremated her body. Her face was practically unidentifiable, we wouldn’t have known it was her if it weren’t for this,” Max reaches into his pocket, and hand me a small object. Y/N’s ring, she’d had it for years, I turn it over in my hand and see her name engraved at the back of it. Fuck no, this can’t be fucking happening!

My hand shakes and I whisper, “Do you know who did this?”

“Jeanine saw her being shot,” My eyes widen at this, Jeanine knew and didn’t tell me, “the face of the killer was covered, however, Jeanine had been able to detect the divergence level of the person. They are exactly who we’re looking for, the 100% Divergent.”

I’ll kill them, whoever the fuck it was, I will kill them!

I storm out of Max’s office and back to my apartment. I slam my door shut and smash the first vase I see, I then proceed to destroy any object I come into contact with. Once my apartment is completely trashed, I fall to my knees and sob, I haven’t cried in years, but I can’t do anything now, I can’t stop it. I sob until I feel numb. I eventually drift to sleep on the floor next to the couch.


I sit around a fire with Tris, Four, Peter, Caleb, and a group of Amity. They’ve been singing this entire time, and somehow, miraculously, I was able to push my troubles aside for a while, feeling slightly happy.

“Can any of you sing?” An Amity girl asks, gesturing towards us.

“Y/N can!” Peter says suddenly, damn his Candor ways.

“Sing for us Y/N!” Another Amity boy says, a few others agree with him. I quickly shake my head, not wanting to take part in any of this.

“Oh come on Y/N, sing for us,” Tris urges me, “Maybe it’ll help you feel better. Please?”

I decide that maybe it would help, so I do:  

My voice breaks at the end. I can’t do this. I get up and run into the forest, falling down next to a tree. I finally let the tears come, I sob, I sob harder than I’ve ever sobbed before, I sob for what feels like hours. Peter finally comes to look for me, Four soon follows him. They both just sit on either side of me, not saying anything. I became good friends with Peter towards the end of the first stage of initiation, and Four transferred along with my brother, so he has always treated me like a younger sister. It feels good to have them next to me. I finally get up and Peter puts his arm around me, leading me back to Amity, while Four follows closely behind us. I feel a slight sense of relief, I finally allowed myself to breakdown, I finally let out all the emotion I was holding back.

I sit in the room next to the window, while Peter and Caleb sit on their individual cots. I stare at the moon, and hope that Eric is watching me from wherever he is, I miss you Eric. I love you; I wish I could have told you that, before you left. I only ever got to tell you once, but I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.

Eric’s POV

I wake up before dawn; I go out onto my balcony, remembering the countless times that I spent up here with Y/N. I stare up at the moon, and I hope that Y/N is watching me from wherever she is. I miss you Y/N. I love you; I wish I could have told you that, before you left. I only ever got to tell you twice, but I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.


It’s the middle of the day and I sit with Tris, Four, Peter, and Caleb in Johanna’s office. I hear Four mutter a curse, and we all look up at him.

“Dauntless,” He says back with wide eyes, “They’re here! Hunting for us!”

Johanna rushes up and tells us to stay hidden in her office, so we all huddle up in the back corner. A few minutes later, Four walks up to look out the window again. He turns back around and his face has gone pale, almost as if he saw a ghost. I exchange a look with Tris and walk up to Four to see what he saw, I look out the window, and I don’t believe his eyes. Eric.

My face breaks into a wide smile and tears slip down my cheeks, “He’s alive,” I whisper, “Four he’s alive!”

“And now he’s hunting us,” Four hisses, dragging me back to the corner.

“H-he wouldn’t kill us!”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of Y/N!” Four scolds me as if I’m a little child, “You will stay hidden from him Y/N. If he catches us, he may try to protect you but Tris and I will sure as hell be killed. And I’m sure you don’t want us to die because of your little love affair, do you?”

I can’t believe Four is blackmailing me like this; I look down and shake my head. I guess I can’t let Eric see me.

We hear Eric making his way into Johanna’s office, Four looks around the corner and down at him. Suddenly Four jerks his head back, “Shit! I’m pretty sure Eric just made eye contact with me! We’re done!”

To all of our surprise we see Eric turn around and walk back. Four takes this moment to usher us towards the window. We are just about to leave when Peter suddenly shouts, “They’re up here! Hey! Eric, they’re up here!”

What is he doing?!

Four quickly pushes us out the window, and soon enough, we are running through the woods and catching a train to who knows where. Eric didn’t see me, I didn’t let him, and now I fucking hate myself. I’m sorry Eric, I’m sorry.

The following day is spent with the factionless, and then we travel down to Candor to meet the rest of the loyal Dauntless members.

I’ve been in Candor for days now, and I’m currently sitting in my bunk ready to sleep. We hear a commotion going on somewhere in the compound, and Christina and I look at one another and decide to go find out what’s happening.

Tris’ POV

“How could you do that to her? She was your friend, she trusted you,” Eric hissed. What the hell was he talking about?

I close my hand around the knife handle and squeeze. Eric leans closer.

Dauntless attacked Candor, and Eric discovered my Divergence. He is now leading me out of the faction to turn me in to Jeanine.

“Just between you and me … I think you might have gotten three, because you’re the kind of bullheaded person who would refuse to make a simple choice just because she was told to,” he says. “Care to enlighten me?”

I lurch forward, pulling my hand out of my pocket. I close my eyes as I thrust the blade up and toward him. I don’t want to see his blood.

I feel the knife go in and then pull it out again. My entire body throbs to the rhythm of my heart. The back of my neck is sticky with sweat. I open my eyes as Eric slumps to the ground, and then—chaos.  


I run down the stairs to see what’s happening, as I walk into the room I see Tris huddled in Four’s arms holding a knife, explaining something to him, she gestures to the other side of the room and that is when I see him. Eric is slumped on the ground, he is covered in blood and by the looks of it, he has been stabbed. Fuck no! He is slipping out of consciousness, I run up to him and fall on to me knees, putting my hands on his cheeks.

“Eric! Fuck Eric keep your eyes open! Eric! Don’t you fucking die on me! Please?” I beg him, with tears streaming down my face. He doesn’t know I’m here. That’s when Candor’s leader Jack Kang walks up to me, explaining how Eric is one of Candor’s prisoners now, meaning he will get honourable treatment. They then take him to the hospital.

The Dauntless have decided that Eric will be executed today. Oh hell no, I will not let that happen. Eric sits on a chair in front of Tori, Four, and Harrison, Four holds a gun to his head, “Eric, be brave.”

I run forward towards Eric, finally revealing myself, I shield Eric’s body, “No! You can’t fucking kill him Four! You can’t!”

“Y/N, you’re alive?” Eric asks in utter shock.

“Y/N, get away from him!” Four shouts at me.

“No Four! If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.” I say confidently.

“Y/N ge-”

“No. Four.” I say slowly, “Listen, I’m not just doing this because I’m a psychotic girlfriend like you all think. Think about it, Eric is our only key to figuring out Jeanine’s plan. Don’t you want to know why Jeanine wants your girlfriend?”

“What makes you think he’ll tell us?” Tori asks me in a bitchy tone, “The man isn’t even afraid to die for Jeanine’s secret, why would he tell us?”

“Look around Tori!” I spit, “We’re in Candor. Put him under the truth serum!”

Realization strikes them all instantly, and Four and Harrison agree with me. We eventually get everything set up and Eric is put under the truth serum.

One by one, he is asked simple questions by Four.

“So why did you do it? Why did you take part in Jeanine’s plans?” Four asks.

“For her,” Eric points at me, what? “Jeanine threatened to kill her, she was on constant watch throughout initiation, and I had to do it to save her life.”

He did this for me. Me! Oh my god, I can’t believe this.

“So you didn’t want to do it?” Four asks.

“Of course not, I tried my best to not save as many people as I could. Why do you think I pushed the gun down towards my leg when Tris threatened to shoot me in Abnegation, I could have easily pushed it to the side. I let her shoot me so you two could escape. Then at Amity, I saw you in Johanna’s office yet I walked away, the only reason I had to go back to you was because Peter called me up there, the other soldiers had heard his call so I couldn’t back out.”

“You said earlier that you thought Y/N was dead, so why didn’t you stop after that, if you were only doing this to save her, why didn’t you stop after she died? Why did you come here and try to take Tris away?”

“I was told that she was killed by the one who was 100% Divergent, and that turned out to be Tris, I had to get revenge.”

“Do you regret what you did?”

“I did it to save her, so no. However, I do regret that many lives were lost because of my actions.”

“Do you have anything else to tell us?”

“I-I’m, no, nothing else!” Eric looks like he is struggling hard to keep a secret.

“What is it Eric?” Four asks more aggressively

He stays silent.

“Eric, please tell us. Please baby,” I beg him.

“I’m-I’m Divergent!”

I drop the glass of water that I was holding and Four drops his gun.

“W-what?!” Four says, everyone is clearly as shocked as I am.

“I’m Divergent.”

“Alright Eric, based on your confession, we, the members of Dauntless, have agreed to forgive you, as long as you join our side” Four says, “You can go now.”

Eric gets off his chair and walk out the door and onto the balcony. I run after him, and he turns to me, “Y/N! I’m so sorry, fuck I thought you were dead! I missed you so fucking much. I love you!”

I walk up to him and pathetically punch at him a few times, “Fuck you! You’re such an idiot Eric! You did this all for me, what were you thinking? Do you actually think I would have been able to live with myself if you had died for me?”

He pulls me into his arms, and we stand there hugging one another, until I feel wetness on the skin of my neck, “Eric? Eric are you crying?”

He takes a deep breath and pulls away from our hug, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I love you so much.”

“I know Eric. Its okay, I don’t ever want to see you cry again baby. I love you too,” and with that we kiss.

From now on, everything will be better, the war will end soon, and though our world may be fucked up, at least I have Eric with me. I don’t ever want to spend another day without him.      

A/N: I’m sorry it that was so long, it was originally going to be split into three parts, but I got a little carried away :P Anyways, I’m also sorry that I haven’t posted in forever, but this took so long to write. I hope you enjoy it! 

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

So for the first year of Oracle Days, we’ve decided to host an Oracle week which will be during September 17 - 23, which falls on Barbara’s birthday. Each day will have a theme and the final day will be a carte blanche, where everyone will have a chance to choose their own theme. Anything is welcome: fanart, fanfic, fan edits, AMVs, etc. 

Submissions for themes are now open and you can send them through our askbox or submissions link. All suggestions will then be listed in a poll where everyone will get a chance to vote for their favourites, and the top 6 will be our themes for this year’s Oracle week!

Deadline for theme submission is June 30, good luck!

The Kill [part 1]

Genre: Action, Supernatural!AU

Pairing: Reader x Kai (OC, Kai as Death, EXO as Supernatural Creatures)  

Word count: 2k

Post type: mini series.

Brief Summary: What happens in a world where supernatural and virtual lives come together? 

A/N: Any kind of feedback is well received! 

proloque/ part 1/ part 2

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Death POV

Death had many nicknames, yet the one he liked was Kai. He enjoyed going on Earth from time to time, to mess things up. That was the nickname he used to confuse people. How could he be human when everyone around him gets all this darkness in their blood, in their system? Why were they suddenly feeling sad like they lost something just when he was there? They had no idea it was him. Except the fact that whenever he went down there, God messed things up as well, trying to wake up the humans with hurricanes, extreme storms or some other natural disasters. He tried to make humans more alarmed when they were close to him, so that they were forced to leave. Well, they could try, because Kai was never going to let them leave without having some fun. That, plus he could be anywhere at the same time. Part of his job, let’s just leave it like that.

He was bored more now that humans took over a small part of his business and killed the supernatural creatures. He didn’t really have much to do, so he enjoyed analysing the humans and their unusual habits. There was one little human who caught his attention though. But she didn’t knew he watched every step step she made. Or, since she was mostly in that bloody room, every thought she ever had. Now he had a new task. He knew what he had to do with that brilliant mind she had. Yet there was something staying in the way. He couldn’t really kill her, and that was pissing him off. Everything he tried, didn’t work on her. She was still alive. 

So he had to do this the dirty way.

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Macarons | Oneshot

Summary: Your smile was sweeter than all the desserts in the display.
Word Count: 1,976
Genre: fluff
Member: Lee “Dino” Chan
TW: food

A/N: hi im nana (Dino’s #1 Fan, President/Founder of the Official Lee “Dino” Chan Fan Club, Dino’s Actual Gf) and i’m here to let you all know that his birthday is in 9 days. thank u, and Stan Lee Chan 2K-forever.

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can you imagine though

the first time sabrina gets pregnant, she psyches puck out by yelling “THE BABY’S COMING” a few months in, whereupon puck freaks the fuck out and starts running around like a headless chicken because OH GOD, THE BABY’S COMING, SABRINA WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL

and sabrina’s all like “lmao chill out im only four months along” or whatever

(then she breaks out laughing at the sight of puck looking like a kicked puppy)

but anyways she does this several times through the pregnancy, mostly to get puck back for all the shit he pulled when they were kids

finally, a week or two before the due date, sabrina calls out “THE BABY’S COMING”

puck at this point is used to the boy-who-cried-wolf routine so he just says “that’s not gonna work on me again, grimm”

and then sabrina, more urgent, “NO IM SERIOUS THIS TIME, I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE”

“haha okay. good luck with that”


“whatever you say, grimm”

and thats the story of how allison grimm was born in the family jalopy, on the way to the hospital

prompting myself here a little. idk just go with it lol it ended up being longer than i thought. also i got super punctuation happy and didn’t go back and fix anything.

You’re on tour with them for a while and Lynn is distant and you get insecure and jealous.

Originally posted by bands-inc

You were on tour with them for 2 weeks so you could spend time with her. She’s been distant and even a little moody since you got here, but you’re trying not to read into it. You hate confrontation and bringing up stuff about your relationship while you’re on tour is not something you want to do, Lynn gets stressed out about touring as it is. 

You’re lying down in Lynn’s bunk on the tour bus waiting for the meet and greet to get over. Between meet and greet and showtime there’s a small break for Lynn to hang out with you backstage while the supporting acts play or just sit with you for a few quiet moments on the bus (not that she’s done it a lot, but she’s always at least come and found you right after). She always at least showed you what the fans gave them during the meet and greet. 

You checked your watch and noticed she was late. Meet and greet never goes past this time. The aching in your chest grew slightly bigger. God, coming on tour was supposed to make you feel less lonely, not more lonely. 

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Jeffrey’s Hill (M) Part Nineteen

SUMMARY: “Don’t go to Jeffrey’s Hill,” he warned. “A lot of shit goes on there. Even the police ignore crime reports that surface from there.” You rolled your eyes. “What is everyone so afraid of?”  

Your brother sounded grave. “The power of the Chimera.”

GENRE: violence, angst, a little bit of humour (because it’s me) and the occasional tonsil-hockey.


PARTS: intro | 1  | 2  | 3  | 4  | 5  | 6  | 7 | 8  | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

A/N: super duper close to the end!!!

Originally posted by babyun


You glanced up from your laptop to look at your father. He had a small smile on his face as he sat down opposite you, holding a piece of paper. “I know you’re handling some important information, but can you spare a minute?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you know of any simple spells to induce nightmares on yourself? (I'm a bit of a thrillseeker tbh)

Hey there Anon,

This ask bothers me for one reason: I get nightmares often. I dread having them, because if you’ve had a traumatic moment in life (which isn’t a thrill either) you get to relive it in ways you don’t even want to think about. 

Nightmares aren’t a thrill, it’s scary as hell. It takes your worst fear that you’ve never even known you had before, and twists them into making you so afraid ; that you forget you’re asleep.

You relive trauma, you wake up in sweats because even if you do realize its a dream. You’re trapped, you can’t wake up. You have to endure the rest of your fears until the dream is over, or ( if you’re lucky) someone wakes you. 

Originally posted by eveydraws

In my case, my rape is relived many times. Sometimes exactly to a T,  and others in much worse fashions than I could bear. 

 Other times, it’s triggered by a thought that’s brought on by horror movies or even just a random realization.

‘what if my mother’s heart stops beating tonight? and I won’t know until I call her. she’d be dead for hours and I selfishly sleep in peace’  

Then when you finally dismiss it, and forget about that one thought. You enter dream land, it first starts with no warning. Like any other dream, you walk and talk, but then it suddenly shifts and you’re thrown in a dark  downward spiral with even more fears you had no clue existed within yourself. 

Originally posted by goatasaurusgoat

I can’t tell you how horrifying it is, to be so emotionally drained when you finally wake up that you physically can’t get out of bed and the best you can muster is curling up in a fetal to CONSOLE yourself.

Your mind becomes your worst enemy. You have no clue, how horrifying it is

Originally posted by bolimakura69

I hope you realize what you’re asking for, and really think it through before going about it. 

Nightmares aren’t a joke, but by all means.   Have your            ‘ thrill ’,   I’m certain you can find something using google and tumblr. 

I however, unapologetically and respectfully decline to assist you in this. Good luck.


These traits were responsible or the downfall of mankind throughout the ages. They say that we good people have all of the luck. Which if you look at it, a lot of them do. They seem to get away with a lot more, they don’t have to pay the same consequences all the time, and they get everything that they want. Good people, have to gradually work through the obstacles and struggles. But in the end, it is the wicked people who end up falling into a deep hole that they can’t get out of finally. They may have all of the luck throughout their life, but at the end, it shows that they do pay in Ultimate consequence. While good people, may have to deal and cope with the struggles gradually as they come and go, they have happiness throughout their life, gain wisdom, and their ultimate result is happiness. Studies show that people who are good-natured, have more happiness, and live longer. Wicked people have a bunch of fake friends. While the good people will have just a few real good ones. There are so many things that I can list as the pros and cons here. But the point is that being moral really helps you to be successful more so than being Wicked. With Wicked people may have all the luck in a lot of other areas but they are extremely unhappy inside.. I would rather be good and be happy, and fight through life’s little bumps in the road instead. Listen it isn’t always easy coping with ignorant people. And when I say ignorant I don’t mean rude, I mean uneducated. Many people out there know not what they do. Some of them who do, may not really realize the ultimate consequence. We have to be merciful and forgiving. But at the same time continue to be a good example and showing people that it’s worth it to do the right thing instead. People are products of the system. We have a Heavenly system in the earth system. It was from the Heavenly system or trying to reach it, should always walk with a moral countenance. Don’t get frustrated, but be patient. Sometimes you can teach people just through your life and how you live it. The Deadly Sins will always be on earth, and as long as they are, they will always create the Battle of consciousness. Be on The Winning Side….