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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✩ Witch’s Wish Jar ✩

In other words, a jar to help you or anyone you give this to achieve dreams, wishes and desires. Should be used in tandem with working towards these things! as always, feel free to alter and substitute as best fits you. 

you will need:

  • a jar or bottle
  • a lucky penny (or two)
  • stars and edible glitter
  • vodka 
  • an unused birthday candle 
  • candles 
  • something to stir with like a pencil end.
  • any decorations you want 
  • (optional) food colouring

✥ Step One -

gather all your ingredients and get yourself into a good space to work. uplifting music, photos that remind you of your wishes and positive surroundings will all help here. pour the vodka into your jar to about halfway. vodka burns. you know what else does? your desire for what you want. picture your desire as you do this.

✥ Step Two-

Add your edible glitter and stars to bring some life to the jar. You want it to be able to reflect light for you and shine good luck into your life. drop in your lucky penny, birthday candle and food colouring if you are using it. stir up your mixture and top up the vodka to fill the jar, picturing your good luck getting filled up. 

✥ Step Three-

by now, you should have something that looks sort of like the photo above. the last step is to decorate your bottle with your chosen items. I have used a fae wishing coin on this one. Finally, seal in everything with candle wax- i used light green for success and luck, with dark green for ambition and prosperity. Put your jar on a windowsill to let moon and sunlight shine through your wishes onto you.

✩  May you achieve all your wishes and dreams! ✩ 

sidenotes: I wrote a personalised sigil on the bottom of the jar and attached a charm with the same one. this means that when in need of extra luck, the charm may be taken off and put into a pocket.

The One That Got Away [Chapter 4]

Chapter 4 of The One That Got Away

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

The big day was finally here and you were feeling anxious as you looked around your empty apartment. If these walls could talk, they would tell countless stories of the memories you and Jaebum shared within them.

Everything that transpired still felt surreal; like a bad nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. You still hadn’t heard from him since that night and you couldn’t blame him.

You were broken and so was he. It was best to let him mend on his own, any contact from you would only deepen the wound.

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nu-blessed  asked:

Stay strong!!! Dont stop making content we need u more than ever lets make it throught this

after the crazy storm today, man, i wish all 101 the best and the top 11, despite the fact that not all, or not even 2 members of nu’est made it :( i also hope that minhyun, baekho, ren, and jonghyun maintain the recognition that they deserve and get the most out of everything after what they have been through! even aaron lol even though idk where he’s hiding lol come out pls 

also i wish i can provide more new content for you guys to watch but i’ve been busy, i’ll try to finish up sat practice hw earlier this weekend in order to sneak in some time to make videos. however, if i cannot make it in time, i’ll reblog the vids i’ve made already on this blog for the next couple days! stay strong everyone, please keep supporting nu’est no matter what happens!  ❤

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.

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!

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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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

forget finishing strong; just finish” -wise words from a graduating senior

*disclaimer: I am by no means an expert in dealing with stress or finals, but this is a list of things I found helpful. If you have questions or concerns, please feel free to message me!

“That’s ridiculous,” you may think, “how can people forget to eat and shower and brush their teeth?” Well, jokes on you, my friend. When people are stressed, little things like showering or eating often slip their minds. 

If it helps, planning out your day as detailed as would like can help! This semester, I had to block out time in my Google calendar for working out, eating, and showering. I didn’t think I would have to do it, but after a few days of forgetting to eat I realized I needed some drastic changes.

Other ways include:
i) asking your friends to text you when they eat meals so you can join them,
ii) working out with a buddy and taking a shower directly afterwards,
iii) setting an alarm for yourself with little reminders

For me, making a list of things I need to do always makes deadlines and necessary elements more clear for me. It’s easy to say “I’ll just do some practice problems” but being explicit and outlining which ones you will do can help you gauge how much time you think you’ll need. 

Often times, finals period doesn’t just involve finals- there are usually other tasks you need to do as well. Writing those down helps me remember to do them, instead of forgetting them entirely as finals stress consumes my brain.

Of course, you could end up spending all of your time making to-do lists and not actually doing the things on the list… use your judgement! Let me just add: it is so satisfying to see the tasks on your list slowly dwindle until it’s completely blank (is it ever completely blank? probably not, but you get my point)

Or, whatever the equivalent in your setting is. If your professor sets up a review session for the exam, don’t feel pressured to go to it if you don’t think it will help. But if there’s no reason for you to not go, I would definitely recommend going. You never know what secret hints your professor might drop at that review session!

Same thing goes for office hours or extra help hours: especially as you do practice problems and run into problems, drop in to clear up any misunderstandings you may have. Better to have those resolved before the exam than realize you have no idea what’s going on during the exam!

If you can’t make the review sessions or office hours, other options include: i) emailing your professor about what you missed,
ii) asking a friend to take notes for you during the review session,
iii) email your professor to set up another meeting time,
iv) ask your question over email if it’s feasible,
v) set up a study group beforehand and ask at least one person to attend the review session and report back

If you are particularly concerned about one (or more) exam, go talk to your professor about it. Ask them how they think is the best way to prepare for the exam, and you may gain some insight about how the exam will be written. For example, if your professor strongly urges you to take a look at the homework assignments you’ve done over the semester, there may be a good chance some of the exam questions will come from concepts covered in the assignments.

Similarly, if you know someone who has taken the same class or had the same professor, ask them some questions too. Does this professor like to ask more broad question or specific ones? Does doing practice problems help more than just looking over notes? 

Everyone always tells you to take study breaks, and I’m sure this is not a novel concept. But seriously, take a break every now and then. It doesn’t have to be anything spectacular; maybe your institution offers therapy dogs that you can pet, or a coloring station. Whatever you choose to do, try to make it something stressless and fun! I personally like studying in rooms with pianos so I can play and sing when I get tired.

If you don’t think you have time to take a real break, try switching things up a bit. Instead of studying subject A for 5 hours, maybe switch between subjects A and B every hour or two. That way your brain won’t get bogged down in subject A and you get around to studying 2 (or more) subjects in one go!

There are always those people who stay up until 4am the day of the exam. If that works for them, then fine. But as a general rule, I would say that’s overdoing it a bit. It’s incredibly important to get a good night of sleep before an exam. At some point, you’ll hit the inevitable plateau of learning, and forcing yourself to study more isn’t really effective anymore. That’s when I generally put my books down and do something to relax. This all depends on who you are, and how you best study: use your judgement!

Consider doing something you like to unwind:
i) watch your favorite movie
ii) listen and dance to your favorite songs
iii) if you like hanging out with people, get together with some friends and talk the stress away
iv) doodle something beautiful
v) take a nap or just go to sleep

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

Memories of Us - Chapter 14

A/N: Ufufufu. It’s almost the holidays for me! Yay! Hopefully I’ll finish up this one soon so I can get started on “Our True Love 2″. Huuu. Classes can be a pain. So good luck for the ones out there who have final exams, final assignments and etc! I wish you all the best! <3 Without further ado, please enjoy this chapter~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning(s): Angst and tension
Word Count: 3,848
Summary: Soldier Reader looks exactly like Linda, a woman Bucky used to love. Little by little, she uncovers his past with Linda and what had happened between them through her visions. As she does, her feelings for Bucky grew as well. But, one question remains: if Bucky returns her feelings, will it be for Reader or for Linda?

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“You know, the soldiers are saying you and Charles are having a thing together now.” Bucky says with a hurtful tone. I ignored him.

It was only a week and a half ago when I caught him, but of course I’d never let that go. In my mind, our relationship ended when he kissed another woman. So I had no reason to say anything to him or see him again. I won’t lie, it did hurt that Bucky didn’t even try to come and see me until tonight.

“You’re just going to ignore me? What’s wrong with you?” He says angrily finally. I flip my page and continue to read on my bed. He grabs my book and tosses it aside.

“What the hell do you want?” I say angrily at Bucky. My tone of anger seems to surprise him too.

“What is wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding me and don’t try to look for me lately. I thought you were busy or something. But no. If you had time to go out with Charles and Miss Carter, even with Steve, I’d assume you’d have time to talk to me too!” He shouts at me. I push him away and pick up my book again.

“I don’t need to explain myself. There is nothing between us anyways.” I say a little too harshly. Bucky grabs my shoulder and spins me around. That grip was enough to leave a stinging pain behind.

“What the fuck do you mean by that??” He yells at me. I can see the anger and hurt burning behind his eyes. I furrow my brows. I respond back calmly.

“That little blondie is waiting for you in your tent. You shouldn’t keep her waiting.” I say nonchalantly. I can see a small fear in his eyes followed by defeat.

I no longer want to cry or obsess over it. I simply don’t have time to think about his betrayal anymore. I free myself from his grip.

“What blondie? What are you talking about?” I sigh out before flipping my book open and sit on my chair.

“That blondie who has been flirting with you. The one that would wrap her arms around you. The one you kissed at the bar.” I say without glancing up. I can hear Bucky’s heart beat fast in his chest. He swallows before sighing out.

“I was drunk.” He says hesitantly. I scoff.

“I don’t care.” I say simply while continuing my reading. Bucky’s muscles tense.

“I’m sorry…” He says simply. Anger boils up in me, but I keep it contained.

“Like I said, I don’t care.” I say again.

“Stop this.” He says. I look up at him. He looks very weak all of the sudden.

“Stop what? I’m trying to read my book.” I say, still keeping my cool.

“Stop treating me so coldly.” He pleads quietly. I scoff again.

“You’ll receive no special treatment anymore from me, Sergeant. If you’ll excuse me, I have to finish this reading.” I say again before turning back to my book.

“Linda!” He shouts at me. I look at him. I could have sworn I can see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. That made my heart jump.

“I told you. You do what you want. You found a better woman, right? So go and be with her. You owe me nothing. There’s no reason for you to stay.” I say as I clap my book close. I set it down on the table.

“Stop it.” He says a little darkly. I slip my coat on.

“Really. Just leave. You don’t need to force yourself to be with me anymore.” I say again.

“Stop it! Stop pretending that this isn’t hurting you, Linda!” He shouts at me.

I stop briefly at his statement. I know that there is a burning pain inside my chest. But the more I pretend not to feel anything, the better I can move on. He finally found someone better than me. Why should I cry over it?

I look at him with a smile. His eyes widen with surprise.

“Be happy with her. You don’t need me.” I walk past him.

I walk out of my tent and make my way around the camp. The longer I stay there, the more my hurt is surfacing. I don’t want to deal with him. I’m over it. I don’t want to bring that pain back up. We have a war to worry about and the last thing I need to think about is this pain.

I walk past groups of soldiers marching by the office building. I make my way inside and into my father’s office. I remembered I need to get something from there. When I entered, I see my father and Brian talking to each other.

“Ahh, Linda. I was about to send someone to get you.” I look at both of them.

“I have some good news for you, child.” My father continues with a smile. Brian is wearing a smile as well. My heart drops when I realize what was going on.

“I couldn’t be even happier…” My father starts.

• • •

My heart beats wildly in my chest as fear consumes every inch of my body. I watch in horror as the Commander holds a shotgun right in Razak’s face. We had been waiting for the Commander in one of the meeting rooms. When he came with Steve and Bucky, he didn’t say a word. He just walked over with a shotgun and pointed it straight at Razak.

I stand in silence, holding myself back from pulling the shotgun away from him. Horace, Maria, Kelvin and Bella are all equally horrified at the very scene in front of them.

Bucky and Steve stand in silence behind the Commander, letting him do as he pleases. I shift glances between them with the hope that either of them would intervene. If anyone has the power to order the Commander to stand down, it is the Avengers themselves.

“Obeying the orders of your leaders, captains and commanders are the very first step you need to learn in order to be a complete soldier. But you have failed to even do so. If there is no order within a team, then there will be no order in completing a mission. You have no place in A.C.T.I.S.” The Commander says with no emotions in his tone. I can feel my insides quake with fear.

“Now, tell me one more time. Why have you decided to join A.C.T.I.S. when you lack the discipline?” He says again.

I lean forward. If I let the Commander do as he pleases, then I won’t have to deal with Razak. But if Razak is gone from the group, then we’ll lose a skilled marksman. I can’t have that.

He holds the shotgun right to Razak’s forehead. I can see the fear in Razak’s eyes, but he seems quite calm on the outside. He looks up at the Commander right in his eyes. That little fear vanished.

“I joined in order to improve the states over in Syria. I would like to help end the war there by doing what is necessary from here. Avengers have proven to stop wars from spreading any further before, which is why I joined.” He says confidently. I was glad to hear that answer. It was a good one.

“Then you should have just joined the army, boy. You are far too eager to join A.C.T.I.S. if that is your only goal.” The Commander presses the muzzle of the shotgun right into Razak’s chest now. Bucky and Steve are quieter than a mouse. I have no idea why they are not stepping in right now.  

I step forward from my place but Bucky shoots me a look and tells me to stand down. But I can’t. I need to do something.

“And also to gain knowledge and skill necessary to improve my own performance.” He answers again confidently. His answers are similar to that of our own, so I don’t know why the Commander is still keeping up with this. He shoves Razak back with the gun. I can see his finger itching to pull the trigger.

“Is that all?” He asks again dangerously low. His eyes growing darker by the minute. I can practically see steam emitting from the Commander’s head.

“Yes, sir.” Razak answers.

“Then tell me, why is it so hard for you to obey orders? Is it because your leader is a female?” He points the shotgun towards me. I hold my breath. Razak looks over at me before back at the Commander.

“No, sir. It is because taking orders from someone else makes you lose your own creativity. I believe I can solve missions with my own ideas and ways. The previous missions have proven so.” He says proudly. Before he had a good soldier’s tone, but now his bratty and prideful tone is surfacing.

I can see the Commander breaking into a smirk.

“So you disobey and disregard other’s opinions just to feed your own pride?” His words stung Razak. I can see by how he twitched.

“I am not being prideful, sir. I am stating my own beliefs. I work better alone than within a group, sir.” He says while glancing over at us. His childish attitude is out again.

“That is where you are wrong.” He cocks the shotgun and points it back at Razak. His finger moves on the trigger. Time stopped, but I didn’t.

I flew right in front of Razak without thinking. I immediately try to push the gun away, but I was a little late. When the Commander pulls the trigger, I can see my life flashing before my eyes. I waited for the blow to end my own life, but it wasn’t what I was expecting.

I felt something punch me right in my chest, sending me to fall backwards right on Razak. I cough and hold my chest from the throbbing pain.

“Y/N!!” Maria runs over to me. I run my hands over my chest to find the bullet wound, but I felt nothing. I look up at the shotgun in the Commander’s hand; there is a small boxing glove with spring hanging out from the end of the muzzle. I freeze in place.

What. The. Hell.

The Commander laughs out loud like a snorting fucked up pig. I sit on the floor, frozen in confusion. My whole team is, as a matter of fact. Bucky and Steve musters up small laughs.

“That was a good show, wasn’t it, Captain, Sergeant?” The Commander throws the gun onto the table.

“I have to say. You had me convinced.” Steve says while straightening himself out. Bucky clears his throat and turns his attention towards me.

All six of us couldn’t say anything. We didn’t know what to say. The horror didn’t leave us. We were frozen right in our places. The Commander looks over at us before putting his serious face back on.

“You all look like you had just seen a headless ghost. Back in your formation!” He orders. When I got my composure back, I was boiling mad. So angry at this cheap trick he pulled on us. I want to choke him, murder him, and cut him up: everything. How dare he pull such a prank on us?

“Commander, with all due respect, that wasn’t a laughing matter. It could have ended up horribly.” I start after getting back to my original position. I kept my tone at a respectful manner despite my boiling anger. He scoffs before looking over at me.

“I am aware, Miss L/N.” He says while looking over at Razak. I look over at him as well. I can see both guilt and surprise plastered all over his face. He looked so big and mighty just now. But after that, he seems to have shrunken into himself.

“You see that, boy? Despite your disobedience to your leader in your past missions together, she still thought about your life over her own. You should consider yourself lucky to have a leader willing to step out of the line for the sake of her team.” He answers.

That silenced my anger. I didn’t know what made me, but I did end up stepping in between them. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did anyways. Even then I knew my life is worth more to me than Razak’s. But, I just flew in immediately without thinking.

I look over at Steve. He is smiling at me. I glance over at Bucky, but he wasn’t smiling. He looks like he’s concerned over something.

“And you.” The Commander looks over at me. My body stiffens.

“I admire your stupidity to risk your life for someone as unworthy as him. But you did a good thing as a leader for your teammates. I don’t doubt that you’ll lead these monkeys through the ranks easily and effortlessly. Congratulations, mother of monkeys.” He says while clapping his hands.

I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not over that nickname.

“Now, Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes will brief your team on your next assignment. I’ll let you have the spotlight now, gentlemen.” He says while walking towards the door.

“Sir!” Bella yells quickly. The Commander stops to look at her.

“We have yet to know who you are, sir.” Bella continues. I shift my attention between the both of them. The Commander scoffs before turning to face towards us.

“Of course. I am Rufus McDarrow. Your current Commander of A.C.T.I.S. a.k.a the Great-Grandpa of Monkeys. Those two super soldiers over there are your Ancient Ancestors of Monkeys. Don’t forget that.” He says with a serious tone. With that, he walks out of the room. I felt a sense of electricity throughout my body at the mention of his name. That last name. Why does it sound so familiar?

Though, seriously, how can this asshole be our Commander? He has a sick sense of humour and is quite ridiculous. His behaviour does not match his physical appearance at all. My thoughts of that soon drowns out when I think back to his last name. I can feel it in my chest I know that name somewhere.


I slip the papers back into the file as my teammates make their way into their own combat rooms. I sigh out quietly, waiting for my moment to yell at Steve and Bucky for not warning me about this. Though, Natasha did warn me about him before. I tap the file on the table a couple of times as Bucky and Steve finishes packing their own files back.

This feels like old times. I’d sit down and write down notes from their meetings and the three of us would always be the last ones out of the room.

I blink and shake my head. That feeling is back. I sigh it out of me.

“Care to explain to me why you both didn’t bother to warn me about the Commander’s sick sense of humour?” I ask them with my eyes glued to the papers. I can feel their eyes on me.

“What is there to warn?” Steve answers. I can hear the amusement in his tone.

“Where is the fun in that anyways?” Bucky continues with a similar tone.

I look up at both of them with a glare. None of them were shaken by that. If anything, it made them giggle like children. Despite my anger directed at them, I can’t help but sense a little relief at the scene in front of me. How often do they find joy in their everyday life anyways? Especially with what they have been through. I sigh it out before holding the file to my chest.

“Miss Y/N?” I hear Razak calling me out. I even hear Bucky and Steve stop moving the papers around when he did. He looks down at me guiltily.

“I… I don’t know what to say. I know it’s only been a couple of missions, but I’ve always disobeyed you on them. Yet, you still went out of your own way to protect me. Always, no matter what. I’m honestly touched by your kindness.” He says apologetically. I scoff before looking down at the file. Well, it was easier to straighten him out than I thought.

“You’re still not out from the boiling oil with me. The Commander taught you a lesson, now it is my turn.” I say while slipping my pen back into the file. He clicks his boots together and nods.

“I will gladly accept whatever punishments there are for my past mistakes. I will make it up to you and prove my worthiness as a soldier and as a person to you. I will not let you down every again, Miss Y/N. That I promise you.”

“Are you sure, soldier? I dislike those who breaks their promises.” I say calmly while holding the files to my chest. Razak nods once more.

“I promise to you, Miss Y/N. I will not break this promise.”

“Good. For now, follow the discussed plan and we will meet again on Monday at 5AM for our mission. Dismissed.” Razak salutes me before stepping backwards and leaves out of the room. I sigh out and turn my attention to Bucky and Steve.

They are wearing such unreadable expressions. There is a hint of surprise, sadness, confusion and happiness in them all at the same time.

“What?” I break them out of their trance. They shake their heads in sync.

I walk out of the room without another word. My boots echoing in the hallway followed by the hurried ones from behind me.

“Y/N!” Steve calls out to me.

“We’re having a little gathering with the Avengers at Stark’s tower tomorrow. You should come and we’ll celebrate your achievements!” He says excitedly. I shift my attention between both Bucky and Steve.

“What achievements? I barely achieved anything.” I say truthfully. Bucky smiles and wraps his metal arm around my neck to pull me close to him.

“Come on. You’ve gotten this far. You should at least celebrate a little.” He says. My heart beats wildly in my chest. With him being so close to me like this makes my head dizzy. I didn’t move though. I stayed close to him.

“I’ll have to see. I don’t know if I have the time.”

“Come on. Drinks, chats and food.” Steve persuades me again. I bite my bottom lip before sighing out.

“Well, you know, drinking can lead you to do some stupid things and I need to be fresh on the following day if I am to lead my team.” Bucky’s arm loosen itself around my neck before it falls down to his side. I don’t know what made me say that. Everyone knows it is the truth, but for some reason it made me feel as though I was saying it with such a harsh tone.

“One drink won’t hurt.” Steve says again while patting my back.

I honestly don’t know. To be hanging out with the Avengers makes my heart race. Even though I see Natasha, Steve and Bucky as my teachers and friends, I still haven’t officially met others yet. It’ll be nerve wrecking for me.

“It starts with one, then another, and then another, and until you’re piss drunk.” I protest again while looking at Steve. I didn’t realize that Bucky is walking behind us now. He had slowed his pace down.

“Fine, then chat and food.” Steve continues again. I rub the back of my head before sighing. It won’t hurt just to spend time with people you’re going to work with, right? I may need a break after all.

“Okay okay. Don’t make me drink anything, all right?” I insist. Steve nods. His eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Great! Bucky will pick you up on your way there tomorrow evening! Right, Bucky?” Steve turns to his friend. I look at him as well. My heart wrecks at the sight. He looks so troubled and lost in his own thought.

“Bucky?” I call out. He snaps out and looks at both of us.

“Oh yeah. I’ll pick you up, Y/N. Just be ready at 7 okay?” He says with his cheery voice. I keep my eyes on him. Even though he is wearing a smile, his eyes seems rather troubled. I’m curious to know what is going through his mind right now.

“I have to see the Chief for a moment. Wait for me.” Steve detours quickly towards the board room. I stand there alone with Bucky, waiting for Steve to return. I swallow to myself. I haven’t been alone with Bucky ever since that day when he made my anger disappear momentarily. It feels a little odd.

“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly and carefully.

“What do you mean?” He asks me back. I look at him. The sadness in his eyes lingers.

“You suddenly lost your enthusiasm when I was talking to Steve about drinking.” I continue, gripping the file against my chest. He brushes his metal fingers through his hair lightly.

“No, just that it brought up some memories. That’s all.” He says while looking away. I simply nod.

“Bad drunken memories or good ones?” I prod further with a small smile. He lets out a scoff while staring off into the distance.

“Just regretful ones.” He answers weakly. My heart jumps at the statement. The pain brushing over his expression momentarily made it feel as though I knew exactly what he was talking about.

I blink the feeling away.

“What, did you kill someone?” I playfully say to lessen the tension. Bucky manages a weak smile while petting my head. He opens his mouth to say something before stopping. I wait for him to say something.

“No. Just kissed a girl.” I blink before laughing out loud. Bucky seems to be surprised by that reaction.

“The bad memory is of you kissing a girl? Really?” I say while wiping that little tear away from the corner of my eyes.

Even though I was laughing, and truly find that kind of reason quite hilarious, I do feel a hint of pain lurking somewhere deep within. Bucky remained silent before giving me a small smile. He looks away with a quiet sigh. That kind of reaction from him surprised me. Then it hit me.

“You were with Linda at that time, weren’t you?” I ask quietly. His expression didn’t move, but I can see his lips quivering. I move my hand to pull his face towards me. I look at him directly in his eyes.

“I’m sure she has forgiven you, Bucky. If she truly loved you.” I say with a smile. I wanted to say that for some reason. It hurts to see how hurt Bucky was over one simple memory like that.

He holds my hand that is resting against his cheek before closing his eyes. He breathes out before smiling sincerely. His breath tickled against my wrist.

“I know she has.”

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A/N: Oohhh~ I wonder what is in Linda’s father’s mind there. I think you guys can pretty much guess where that is going, right right? Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Feel free to comment or ask me questions. Hearing and reading your comments always make my day. <3 

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How to open your chakras 

     So I’ve very recently gotten into chakra opening, and I’ll likely refine or change these instructions later. I noticed that the chakra meditations I have are mainly focused on activating or balancing your chakra, but I wanted to unblock my chakras, or turn them on for the first time, considering I had no previous experience with chakra meditations. So this guide is mainly for people who are starting chakra work for the first time, or have no previous experience with meditation at all. You can do these mediations one after another or break them up over the course of a week. You can also revisit chakras you think you didn’t open successfully the first time, go at your own pace. 

     Chakras have been described as pools of energy in your body, or a stream where your energy flows down. By opening your chakras, you will feel more at peace and become a more balanced person, as well as become better at magick such as circle casting and seeing auras. The method I did was taken from several sources, and I compiled the bits and pieces that I thought made sense. 

     Chakras can be blocked by negative emotion and thinking. This is why I strongly believe that they cannot be opened by anyone else. They might be cleansed or balanced by another person, but for the initial unblocking and activation you must face your own negative emotions and conceptions about the world. It’s a deeply spiritual process that can only be taken by you. 


     First, I made charms, pictured above. They consist of a simple origami lotus with the chakra’s symbol and information written on them in pen. I glued the lotus to a piece of stock paper to make them stronger. I then infused these with what the chakra represents, and wrote keywords on the backs. This is to help focus on one chakra at a time, and to call upon that chakra more easily by using the charm as a focus point. 

     Charms can really be anything, stones or colored beads would work just as nicely. I have a necklace with chakra stones on a quartz wand, but for initial activation, I wanted to work with one at a time. To meditate, get in a comfortable position. I personally prefer lying on my back, because it lengthens the spine and your entire body is a flat, straight line that is entirely supported by the ground. Other positions work too, though, the important thing is that you’re comfortable and your spine is as long and straight as it can be without strain. To help get deeper into a trance, you can also use stones and play trance music, or burn incense. I used amethyst to help me meditate. 


     The first chakra is the root chakra. Hold your charm in one hand and take deep, level breaths. Feel the energy from your charm and from your chakra, located at the base of the spine. This chakra deals with the earth element, and at it’s best promotes feelings of safety and security, as well as provides grounding and stability. Imagine something that represents the earth to you. I imagined myself in a field, with grass and warm dirt beneath me, the smell of soil in my nose. It’s important that wherever you are you feel stable, safe, and secure. Because the root chakra is associated with the color red, I also imagined a red lotus opening at the base of my spine, and a red column of light coming from it. You have now touched your chakra, and it is ready to be unblocked. The root chakra is blocked by fear, and to unblock it you must let go of your fears. Think of what scares you the most, let yourself feel that fear, then release that feeling into the ground beneath you, let the earth absorb and dispel your fears. You can imagine a physical blockage being broken and carried away from your lotus flower as well. Once you feel that you have dispelled your fears, you can move on to the next chakra. 

     The next chakra is the sacral chakra, located at the lower abdomen. It’s element is water, it’s color is orange, and it deals with sexuality, pleasure, and creativity. Hold the charm for this chakra, and meditate. I pictured myself on a beach, with waves rushing over me. I imagined my lotus and column of light too. This chakra is blocked by guilt. Once you get a good feeling for this chakra, think of what you feel guilty for. Think of why what you did was wrong, or how it affected others. Think of why you are still guilty about it. Then, let your guilt go, carried away by whatever form of water you chose to be in. You have now unblocked your second chakra. 

     The next chakras I will explain very briefly. With each meditation you should get your charm, imagine yourself in the element that chakra represents, and imagine a lotus and column of light colored like that chakra and in it’s position. In each chakra, you have to let go of the negative feelings that block that chakra. Some will be easy, some will be very difficult for you. 

 Solar Plexus - Yellow. Fire. Located at the base of the ribcage. Deals with willpower, self, and determination, blocked by shame. 

 Heart - Green. Air. Located on your heart. Deals with love, compassion, and empathy, blocked by grief. 

Throat - Light blue. Sound. (You can picture yourself surrounded by vibrations for this element.) Located on your throat. Deals with communication, truth, and purification, blocked by lies. 

Third Eye - Dark blue or Indigo. Light. Located between your eyebrows. Deals with intuition, psychic ability, and insight, blocked by illusion misconceptions. 

Crown - Purple or magenta. Space. Located at the crown of your head. Deals with the cosmos and unity, the grand connection of all energy and matter, blocked by worldly connections and beliefs. 

Opening this one allows all the energy of the universe to flow through you, so feel that energy flowing from your crown down through all your other chakras and into the earth. After doing this, your chakras are now open. I hope this helps get you started. Chakra opening is a very personal journey, so feel free to do what feels right for you. I am by no means an expert or a final authority figure, and feel free to do your own research. Good luck!


Luke plays for the Chicago Blackhawks and you give him a loving reward after he scores the winning goal.

Contains smut! Enjoy!

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“You’ll be there tonight, right?” Luke asked as he hovered over me, one hand on each side of my head.

“I haven’t missed a single home game. I’m not going to start now.” I chuckled leaning up to kiss his nose.

“Good. You’re my good luck charm, Princess.” He smirked, before kissing me.

“Oh, I know. You tell me every day.” I said, nuzzling my face into his neck.

He slowly started kissing my neck, working his way down.

“Luke. You’re going to be late for your morning skate. Get going, and tell Jon and Pat I said hi.” I said pushing him off of me.

He sighed and got out of our bed.
Luke and I have been together since high school. Through it all. High school hockey leagues, Juniors, College teams, minors, and finally the NHL. And somewhere along the way, we added a beautiful, bubbly, baby boy named Aiden Robert along our crazy journey.

Yet, no ring.

I think we celebrated a little too much when he was offered his first NHL contract. But we regret nothing.

“See you tonight, (Y/N)! I love you.” He said, smiling and sticking his head back into our room.

“Bye Luke. I love you, too. And please be careful.” I smiled back.

Then he was gone.

I figured now was a good time for me to get up and get our 3 year old ready for his day at daycare and me to head to my lovely job of taking care of winey athletes, professional and non.


I was stood in line to get into the arena.

I decided that I would wear one of Luke’s old Minors jersey, as I knew it would drive him crazy after the game. I had Aiden in his mini Blackhawks jersey, his dad’s number of course.

We made it in and the familiarity of the building washed over me.

Aiden tapped on my shoulder and giggled as he pointed to a giant picture of his father on a wall.

“I know. Your dad is pretty important around here.” I giggled, kissing his cheek.

Most of the wives that came to the games liked to sit up in the VIP Boxes. I actually liked to watch the game. Also, Luke would make me watch tapes with him the following week, so I didn’t like those times to be the first time I watched the game.

We found our seats, they’re the same every game, and sat down. Luke liked to have me close enough that he could look up and find me if he scored, but not close enough to get distracted.

“You two must be big fans of the big Hemmo.” An older lady said to my left, motioning to my jersey.

I noticed she had his jersey on as well.

“Oh, we’re his number one fans.” I chuckled.

“When did you start following him?” She asked, making small talk.

“When he was in high school. I’m actually his girlfriend.” I chuckled.

“Oh my goodness! No way!” She said covering her mouth.

“Yeahhh.” I smiled.

“So that must be little Aiden?” She said motioning to my son.

“Yup. Aiden Robert Hemmings.” I said setting him on my lap.

He was busy looking through the program booklet.

“Say hi, baby.” I said to him.

He looked up and waved.

“Hi!” He giggled.

“Oh, if you don’t mind, could I get a picture with the two of you?” She asked smiling. “Luke has been my favorite since we signed him 3 years ago.”

“Sure!” I smiled.

“John, will you take our picture please?” She asked the gentleman next to her.

I tickled Aiden to make him look up and smile, just as the man snapped the picture.

“Thank you very much! You’re very pleasant. I’ve actually met a few other players significant others and they’ve all been kind of stuck up.” She said.

“Why thank you.” I smiled. “I think it’s just because Luke likes to act like a normal person. So, if he acts normal, obviously I’m going to.”

“A truly lovely couple.” She smiled.

“Now how long have you been married?” She asked.

“Oh, we’re not. I’m just his long time girlfriend and the mother of his child.” I chuckled.

“Oh, well you’re definitely a keeper. How long have you two been dating?” She asked.

“Well, we’ve known each other since grade school. But we got really close our first year of high school. And by the end of the year we were dating, so about 13 years.” I smiled.

“Wow. And how old is your little one?”

“He just turned 3.” I smiled.

“Mama! Look!” He said pointing to the ice.

Luke was standing between Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews.

When he saw us looking he gave us a nod as he always did.

He refused to wear his helmet during warmups, he always has, so I could see his eyes on us.

He gave us a small wave and then he was off to finish warming up.


The boys won!!!

And Luke scored the winning goal!

Little Aiden begged to stay up to see his dad before he went to bed.

So I let him.

And now he’s asleep with his head on my lap.

“Princess?” Luke called as he opened the front door.

He walked into our little living room dressed in his suit, showing off his bright white teeth.

“Hey babe. Shhhh, Aiden’s asleep.” I smiled.

He came over and slowly scooped him up off my lap and nuzzled his face into Aiden’s neck kissing his cheek.

Holding him with one arm, he grabbed me with his other off the couch. I smiled and followed him to our son’s room.

When we reached his room he laid Aiden down in his “big boy bed” and tucked him in, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Then he turned around and I finally got a good look at his face. He had a bruise forming under his eye.

He took a high stick in the second period.

I sighed and touched his cheek lightly before leaning down and kissing Aiden’s cheek and whispering a goodnight.

We left his room without a word.

“Luke, your cheek.” I said, concerned.

“I know, babe. It was fucking James Neal. Can’t keep his stick on the ice.” He sighed, pulling me against him.

“Would you like a bath? Are you sore?” I asked.

“Nah. I had an ice bath before I left and then took a nice warm shower.” He smiled. “I would like some kisses from my girlfriend who believes tha-”

“That kisses heal. Yes. I am a firm believer of that.” I chuckled.

I took his hand and led him to our room.

“Nice jersey by the way.” He said, I could hear the smirk.

“Thanks. Belongs to some lame hockey player that doesn’t know how to play.” I joked.

“God, I bet he’s awful.” He laughed.

“He is.” I smiled.

Then I pushed him by his shoulders and he let himself fall back on the bed.

I fought to remove his dress pants and his boxer briefs followed quickly after.

Then I straddled his waist and started unbuttoning his dress shirt, slipping it off his shoulders.

“I must say, this is literally all I look forward to after a home game.” He said sitting up to take off his shirt.

“Yeah?” I smiled, biting my lip.

“Mhmm.” He said as I ran my hands down his strong chest.

I leaned down and started kissing his lips, but moved to his cheeks when he started to try and deepen the kiss.

“Always the tease.” He breathed as I started kissing his already blackened eye.

“I have priorities to get to.” I smiled against his skin.

He hissed slightly as I kissed the actual bruise.

“It’ll only make it feel better.” I told him.

“Mhmm.” He said running his hands up my sides under his jersey.

I kissed down his neck before going to the other side, then moving down to his shoulders and collarbones. I grabbed his right hand and kissed each of his fingers then moved to his hand.

I giggled as I looked up at his face. He was smiling at me, watching me through hooded eyes.

“I may fall asleep before we get to my favorite part.” He smirked.

“I can speed it up if you’d like.” I said grinding my hips against his.

“Mmm, yes please.” He basically moaned.

I quickly finished kissing down his left arm and then went down his chest. I slid down his legs and gave him a teasing kiss to the tip of his dick before going to his feet, causing him to flinch and groan.

I massaged them lightly giving them quick kisses. Then I moved up his legs, moving to the inside of his thighs and lastly lightly kissing his balls before going down his other leg.

“Please Princess.” He groaned.

I could already tell that he was almost fully hard.

I ran my hands up his legs, feeling the goosebumps raise on his skin before taking his member into my hand.

I kissed the bottom of his shaft and slowly worked my way up to the tip.

Then I slid part of him into my mouth.

“Fuck. Yes, (Y/N). Just like that, Princess.” He moaned as I started moving my head up and down.

I continued to bob my head until he touched my cheek.

“Stop. Baby, stop. I’m going to cum and I want to cum inside of you.” He groaned.

I let him fall from my mouth with a ‘pop’.

“Come ride me, baby girl.” He said pulling on my hand.

I chuckled as I crawled on top of him, straddling his waist.

I fronded my hips down, letting his cock brush against my clit and spreading my juices over him.

“Fuck (Y/N).” He moaned, grabbing my hips.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked lifting my hips up.

“Absolutely.” He groaned.

I held him in my hand as I aligned myself and slowly sunk down until our hips met.

I leaned forward and took my lips to his ear.

“I’m super proud of you making the winning goal tonight, so you just lay there and let me take good care of you.” I said kissing his neck.

He just nodded.

I sat still to adjust to his size before I started moving.

I slowly lifted my hips and dropped them, not even holding back the soft moans that began to fall from my lips.

“You’re taking such good care of me. Fuck, baby.” Luke moaned pressing his head back into the mattress.

I got more comfortable with the position and started moving faster, the sound of our skin smacking together filling the room.

“Fuuuuck.” I moaned. “You feel so good, Luke.”

He just groaned in response.

I could feel my high approaching and my hips began to swivel against him more than rising and falling. I could tell he was getting close too, as he started bucking his hips up.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum. Fuck (Y/N)!” He said as I felt him release into me.

His release and the wild movements of his hips then sent me over the age.

My limbs shook and my toes curled as I threw my head back. My hips, having a mind of their own, continued to grind against Luke as I rode out my high, my entire body shaking.

“Damn, baby.” Luke said sitting up and wrapping his arms around my convulsing body.

“I think you may have made a mess…” He chuckled, looking down in between us.

“I’m sorry.” I laughed, finally relaxing in his arms.

“Don’t be.” He said kissing my shoulder.

I lifted my hips to take his now softened member out of me and sat back on his legs.

“Wow.” I sighed.

“I know.” He mumbled.

“I should get up and clean-”

“Will you marry me?” He said cutting me off.

“What?” I said taken aback.

“Will you marry me?” He said smiling.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

He patted my butt, signaling he wanted up, so I moved onto the bed.

I watched as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a tiny black box.

He came back over and kneeled in front of me.

“Marry me.” He said opening the box.

I covered my mouth as I was shocked by the beautiful ring.

“Yes. Yes, Luke! Of course!” I chuckled, throwing my arms around his neck.

He pulled me back and kissed me hard.

“So, you make me squirt all over you and then you propose. Classy, Big Hemmo.” I laugh, pecking his lips.

“Speaking of that, you made a mess.

So, let’s go shower.” He said kissing my neck.

“You may have to carry me.” I laughed.

He scooped me up and I squealed.

“Anything for my fiancé.” He said as he carried me off to our bedroom.


This is my first one shot, so feedback would be appreciated!
If it sucks, then I’m sorry. But if you like it, I’ll gladly take requests!
It’s kind of edited so I apologize for any mistakes 😅


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thank you so much! you’re such a kind person ♡ and school is a bit busy right now because of finals, but I’ll make it through!! your words of encouragement mean a lot (*^ω^*)


1. List out all the chapters from all your subjects that will be in the exam

This will make sure you’re not missing out anything during your revision and you’re clear about what you have to study.

2. For each subject, identify which chapters you’re stronger and weaker at

You would want to spend more time on the areas that you are weaker at, rather than waste time on the areas you’re already slayin. 

3. Identify the subjects you need to spend more time on

There’s just that subject we can’t really get right, and so even though it sucks we have to dedicate more time to it in our study schedule

4. Is your school organizing revision classes? Add that to your schedule. 

I usually don’t count these classes as part of my revision but usually, teachers would give exam tips that would be really helpful. On those days, my revision time would be lesser, so I’ll make up for it during the weekend by waking up early for example. Add in your tuition classes too!! 

5. Choose a platform to lay out your study schedule

I first plan everything on an excel sheet because I can edit it whenever I want unlike when I write it down. But after finishing the excel sheet I will write down what I’ll be studying for the WEEK ONLY on my a4 weekly planner from kikki.k that’s on my desk so I can always refer to it while I’m studying to see what’s next. When the next week comes I’ll write on my weekly planner again. 


Making a study schedule will be vexing and time-consuming but once it’s done it’s going to make your life for the next week or months so much easier. Be prepared to spend a few hours planning. Turn on some nice music, make yourself your favourite drink, and whip out those subjects syllabus. 

First of all, you spend a heck of an effort to make that schedule. Respect yourself and try your best to stick with it. While making the study schedule, be realistic and not try to burden yourself with too much work. 

I use this amazing app called “clearfocus” that basically allows me to set a time I’ll study for, and when the timer ends I get to rest for a certain time. So I could study for 30 mins and rest for 5 mins. There’s also a function that when the timer for studying is on, the wifi and internet will automatically turn off which helps ALOT with distraction. If you can’t find that app, I’m pretty sure there are alternatives, SO NO EXCUSES. 

On my weekly planner, I’ll cross out whenever I’m done with a block of revision so it gives me that sense of accomplishment that gets me wanting to achieve more.

At the end of my study schedule and when the exam period is finally here, I look through all my tangible weekly planners and see all that I’ve accomplished and feel good about myself, because no matter what, I did my best, prepared myself, and what comes from it is what I’ll get and be happy with.

You should be too. As long as you did your best, you did good.


If not, good luck!

As an avid concert goer and having experienced what it feels like to see your favorite artists perform in front of you, my heart has never felt this broken before, even thought it had already happened before, I think now it feels even worst because we lost many lives and they were all children, teens and little kids who maybe were experiencing their first concert, kids that longed to see Ariana, kids that just wanted to have fun, kids that go through a lot of problems and know that music is the best escape, kids trying to feel better.
When you go to a concert you don’t think it’s the last time you’ll ever leave your house, you simply wake up early, get ready excitedly. Call your friends letting them know you’re finally seeing YOUR artist! say goodbye to your parents, they wish you good luck and that is it. No one ever thinks tragedy and death will come out of enjoying two hours of live music but, this time it did. And it is horrible and devastating, not only to the people of Manchester but for the world. We took it personal, why? because we see ourselves in these kids excitement, so now we too see ourselves in their families suffering, It’s been more than 10 hours since the news broke and I still can’t grasp the idea of what truly happened, last night I did the most I could, retweeted people on twitter looking for their friends and family, numbers of aid and reassuring messages. I wish I could’ve done more but being so far away limits my options. Woke up today still with that feeling of sadness lumping in my throat. I am glad that many kids have been found but also crushed reading the number of deaths.
I don’t know what led someone to cause this, I don’t know what kind of evil takes over their heart and I won’t speculate reasons because it is not my place, but I do hope they are found and get what they deserve. A concert is supposed to be a magic place for people where your problems go away and you are one with the music, not a place of terror.
My heart goes out to Ariana Grande who in no way is guilty of this, she too is a victim and should be respected in this time of grieve. For the families and friends that lost their loved ones, there is not a single thing I can say to make you feel better but, know the world is with you. Support live music, don’t let these terrorists take that away from us. Believe in music, in these trying times, music is all we have left to cope. I love you, please stay safe.

Show Me The Money Pt. 10 (You X ???)

It’s not like you didn’t want to go, it’s just that you were a little nervous to go. Zico had kissed you when he thought you were sleeping.

You were now wishing that you were in fact asleep when it happened, at least you wouldn’t of felt as awkward as you do now.

Is Zico hot? Yes of course he is, honestly you would consider him to be one of the hottest guys you have ever seen. One small little kiss from him has caused you to be an emotional mess right now.

You ran your fingers through your hair.

The one thing you didn’t want was to fall for someone on the show, and of course that just had to happen.

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