Authors Note: I finally finished the first part, and I think it’s pretty good! I hope you all enjoy it! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune and @nothisisstiles for encouraging me to make this into a fic, @smutandahalf for helping me with some ideas and proofreading, and @stilinski-jpeg for also giving me advice on how it should be structured, and if it was any good or not! Thank you all so much. I love all of you!
I’ve known Stiles and the pack for about a year and a half now. I first moved to Beacon Hills around the middle of junior year. Stiles and I met in a unique but cute kind of way.
I went to the grocery store for my mom the day after we moved, because she was too lazy to go herself. As I walked around the store I had to get my absolute favorite thing to eat, which was chicken flavored ramen. I found the isle that the ramen is stocked in looking for the specific flavor. There was only one package of chicken flavored ramen left and as I go to reach it my hand touches with someone else’s. I jump slightly looking to my left seeing a boy my age reaching for the same package of ramen. I blush slightly seeing how attractive this guy that’s now in front of me. He’s got this gorgeous soft looking brown hair that spikes up in the front, gorgeous amber eyes, an adorable nose, and his lips that look hella soft and pink. My eyes rake down his body slightly checking him out. I already like this guy since he’s wearing a flannel. Ahh I love flannels. There just so comfortable and warm. I’d wear them all the time if I could. As I’m about to speak I notice the guy grab the package of ramen.
“Wait! You’re really not going to be a gentleman and let the girl have the last package? Especially since it might be her favorite?” I ask with slight hope in my voice. The guy looks at me in shock and his cheeks start to turn pink.
“I-uh-I was gonna ask if you wanted it,” he says as he slowly hands me the package.
“O-Oh. Well thank you, so much,” I stutter slightly taking the package out of the guys hands. Our fingers brush against one another’s slightly as both our cheeks turn a darker pink. He turns around to continue his shopping when I yell out to him.
“Wait!” I run up to him and he turns around looking down at me.
“Um would you maybe, um we could eat this together? I’m new in town and I don’t really know anyone so, I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna watch a movie or hang out and we can eat ramen together?” I ask playing with the package in my fingers.
“Oh! Uh yeah,” the guy holds out his hand for me to shake, “Stiles.”
“Y/N,” I smile at him and shake his hand. I dig through my mom’s purse for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding both I put my first and last name on it along with my number and give it to Stiles.
“Just text me and we’ll figure out when we’ll hang out, but I really have to go. It was nice meeting you Stiles,” I give a little wave before walking to a checkout line.
I smile at the memory of meeting Stiles as I look at one of the picture frames in my room. I pick it up gently seeing the picture my mom took of Stiles and myself. It was one of the family barbecues my parents had hosted for my family, and I invited Stiles so I didn’t have to be alone. We were sat at the patio table and because there wasn’t enough seat I had to sit in Stiles lap. Since my mom told me that morning she always shipped us, so when she saw that I was sitting on his lap she wanted a picture of us. As she got the camera ready Stiles wrapped both his arms around my waist as I had wrapped one of my arms around his shoulders and linked my hands together as if we were hugging. I remember loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist and even though we sat like that for maybe an hour, it was the best hour of my life.
I put the picture back down checking my phone to see if Stiles had messaged me. The pack was supposed to meet up for a meeting but I haven’t heard anything yet. There’s been so much going on lately with the dread doctors, Theo and his stupid chimeras that are bugging the fuck out of me. Lydia was stuck in Eichen House and the doctors there are doing who knows what with her. I can tell Stiles is super worried about her, he always has been. I wish that he had that amount of worry towards me, but I’m just his best friend. I sigh as I violently wipe the tears that escaped onto my cheeks. I hate crying, and I hate the fact that Stiles can make me cry so easily. I got a text from Stiles saying that he needed help with the research on the dread doctors. I grab my coat and car keys heading out to my car. I drive over to Stiles’ house letting myself in since the Sheriff absolutely adores me. I head upstairs to his room not seeing Stiles present.
“Stiles?” I ask looking around checking in his bathroom but there’s nobody. “What the hell?”
“Sorry, but it looks like Stiles won’t be joining us,” a girl that I recognized as Tracy mentions as she stalks towards me. I walk back towards Stiles’ door ready to run out of it and as I run towards it she beats me to it slamming it and pushing me up against it. She bares her teeth at me with her hand wrapped around my throat. My heart beats erratically as I try to pry her hand worried she’ll kill me. I feel her take her hands off my throat and I breath out in relief until I feel her claws stab into my side as I gasp for breath looking down at her hand whispering out, “why?” as I fall to the floor holding my wound. Tracy walks out the door leaving me for dead and I look up towards the bed seeing my phone go off and I try to crawl towards it but I wince at the pain in my side increases. I lay on the floor of Stiles’ bedroom staring at the ceiling as a few tears slip from my eyes.
I follow Parrish to a car lot and see him look into a white van seeing the two dead chimeras. He closes the object they’re placed in shutting the van doors before taking off in the van. I tried calling Scott when Theo showed up in his black SUV and he jumped out fast walking over to me.
“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could,” Theo says.
“We gotta go. Now. Parrish has got the bodies,” I say to Theo as I head towards his car.
“Okay, wait up. Stiles wait.”
“Parrish is out and he’s got the bodies. We’ve gotta find Scott and tell him,” I tell him opening the car door.
“Stiles!” Theo yells and I close the car door walking a little bit towards him.
“I don’t think Scott wants to talk to you right now.”
“Yeah, thanks. I’m aware of that,” I start to head back to the door, “It doesn’t matter. He needs to know about this.”
“Stiles,” Theo warns, “Scott doesn’t want to talk to you, but I think your dad does,” he says holding up my school ID.
Theo was walking away from me as I was following telling me, “Your dad was looking for you Stiles. He found me instead.”
“Where is he?” I ask with a little bit of anger and concern in my voice.
“I covered for you. This was taken care of. If Melissa didn’t find it at the hospital. I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes,” The states as we walk around in a circle.
“Did you hurt him?” I ask.
“I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I’m here for a pack. I came for the werecoyote. The one whose first instinct is to kill, I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death, I came for the dark kitsune, the beta with anger issues, I came for Void Stiles. That’s the pack I want, unfortunately it doesn’t include Scott,” Theo yells at me with anger and determination in his voice. “Your heartbeat is rising, Stiles. It’s not because you’re afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you’ve still got more blood on your hands than any of us,” Theo says smirking at me.
“I’m about to get more,” I say angrily.
“I’ll tell you where your dad is,” Theo says placing my ID on the hood of the car, “if you promise not to help Scott.”
I punch Theo in the face out of anger. He stumbles back laughing menacingly.
“There he is! That’s Void Stiles,” Theo mentions excitingly, “it felt good, didn’t it?”
I punch him in the face again as I stumble back and Theo falls to the ground. He sits up and spits blood out of his mouth looking up at me, “We won’t tell Scott, because you can’t lose your best friend right? Even though we both know, you never needed him.”
I grunt landing on Theo gripping his coat as he eggs me on, “You hate me now, but you’ll get it eventually. This is the hard part, because you can’t help Scott and save your dad’s life, or maybe even Y/N’s life. You still got time Stiles.”
“Y/N? What did you do to her?!” I yell angrily.
“I didn’t do anything personally. Although, Tracy might have met her at your house. Choose who to save Stiles. You’ve got time.” Theo says and I stand up and start running towards my house dialing Melissa’s number.
“Stiles, I can’t really tal-,” I cut her off with worry in my voice.
“Melissa you gotta go find my dad! He’s hurt and Y/N’s hurt I need to get to my house, but please. Please find him,” I plead to her as a few tears escape my eyes.
“I will Stiles, I will.” Melissa says and hangs up.
I put my phone in my pocket finally getting to my house bursting through the front door. I look everywhere downstairs first before yelling out her name.
“S-Stiles,” I hear her whimper from upstairs.
I run up the stairs into my room finding her bleeding out on my floor. I instantly kneel next to her grabbing her free hand taking my phone back out calling 911. I tell them I need an ambulance at my address immediately and they told me they’re sending one out now. I hang up throwing my phone onto the bed and runs my other hand through her hair.
“You’re going to be okay Y/N. J-Just stay with me okay?” I say to her as she nods weakly. I hear the sirens get closer and I wipe the tears that spilled onto my cheeks.
“D-Don’t cry please…” Y/N says trying to lift her hand, but she’s too weak. I nod leaning down kissing her forehead as I go let the paramedics in telling them she’s upstairs.
They get her on a stretcher and bring her to the ambulance and ask me if I want to ride with her. I nod immediately, getting in, and sitting beside her. I reach for her hand stroking her soft skin with my thumb. We arrive at the hospital in about ten minutes and the doctors told me I need to wait in the waiting room. I was notified that my dad arrived a few minutes before we did, and he was going into surgery. I went up to the registration desk giving the nurse information on my dad.
“Stilinski, right?” The nurse asks me, “you said his insurance was with the county? He’s a deputy?”
“No, he’s the sheriff, he’s the county sheriff. Okay. He’s covered. I mean he should be covered,” I sigh and Melissa comes up behind me telling that nurse that she’ll take care of it. She pulls me to the side to talk to me but my eyes keep gravitating towards Y/N’s room.
“Is-Is she going to be okay?” I ask looking back at her.
“She’s going to be fine. You got there in time before something worse could’ve happened,” she says smiling sadly at me.
“Ca-Can I see her?” I ask with slight hope in my voice.
“Yeah, c’mon.” She brings me to her room letting us be alone and closes the door as she walks out. I slide a chair over to her bedside as she smiles weakly at me.
“Hi,” she says softly and I take her hand into mine smiling at her.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“Better than before that’s for sure. Thank you Stiles, for saving my life.”
“If I had only known this was gonna happen I would’ve made you come with me,” I sigh bringing her hand to my lips placing a small kiss on them.
“Bucky,” you said, voice wavering. “It isn’t what it looks like.”
He looked down at the sapphire before throwing it back in the duffel bag. “Then explain it to me,” he said, anger simmering.
You looked down at your feet and crossed your arms over your chest. You weren’t sure what part of the story to tell him. But you didn’t want to lie to him either.
“Julian didn’t hide the bag behind the dumpster like I had said,” you sighed heavily, looking up at Bucky’s angry face. “He buried the bag in an empty lot across the street from the jewelry store. I’m still not sure why he had really told where it was, but he wasn’t lying. I went there that night and dug it up.”
Bucky was staring you, barely blinking, “Why?”
“I’m a writer,” you shrugged. “Curiosity is our… thing.”
He dropped the bag on the bed before rubbing his forehead with his metal hand. “Why do you still have the bag?” He asked, looking at you again. “What were you planning to do with it?”
“I had fully intended to turn it over to the police,” you said, stepping closer to Bucky. “But I got scared. I didn’t want them to think that I was a part of the robbery. The longer and longer I had it, the more it made me look guilty.”
“Well now I know why those men were after you,” Bucky said snidely.
You reached a hand out to him, but he stepped away. “Bucky, please don’t…”
He shook his head at you, “You had so many chances today to tell me the damn truth.” The hurt was clearly etched on his face.
Dick Grayson/Nightwing X Reader- You put the ass in assassin
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Your legs were burning and your chest is heaving. The rooftops of Blüdhaven blur behind you as you continue to run and ignore your body’s protests. Why are you running for your life on the rooftops of Blüdhaven? It probably started when you were spotted while doing your job. Who spotted you? Let’s just say Nightwing acts first and asks questions later. You spared a quick glance behind you and saw him.
You grabbed one of your grappling hooks and attempted to lose him through the buildings. When the hook latched onto one of the buildings you jumped off the rooftop and swung to another rooftop. Why couldn’t Damian ask someone else to do this? As you were landing something latched onto your leg, causing you to drop the grapple and land on your arm. Pain shot up your arm and you were stuck on the roof of another building.
“You know, people don’t usually try to murder little kids.”
You pulled the device off your leg and flipped away from him.
You went into a defensive stance and said, “I wasn’t trying to kill the kid, I was trying to protect her. There was a sniper aiming right for her heart and I took the bullet. Why do you think I pushed her and her father out of the way?”
He raised his eyebrow and asked, “Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Why don’t you ask Batman to analyze to crime scene? The only reason I was there was because of an old friend I owed a favor for,” you said while inching closer to the edge of the building.
“And who is this friend?” He asked while slowly walking towards you.
“I highly doubt my friend would like it it I revealed their name to you.”
You finally reached the edge and jumped off, but you didn’t realize that Nightwing was closer than you expected.
He grabbed your right and left ankle and said, “You definitely put the ass in assassin.” “And you put the ass in dumbass,” you retorted while hanging off the edge of the building.
“It’s not polite to insult the person who is stopping you from becoming a human pancake,” he said.
You sighed and said, “If you’re going to arrest me from saving someone’s life, go ahead. It’s good to see another innocent person locked away for doing the right thing.”
He didn’t respond to your statement, but he did pull you back onto the rooftop. When your feet touched the ground he grabbed your wrist to stop you from trying to escape. You were about to say something but the sound of ‘Carry on my wayward son’ interrupted you. You yanked the phone out of a pouch and answered.
“Is it done, (Y/N)?” Damian asked.
“Yes, but I have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“Give him the phone.”
You handed the phone to Nightwing and waited silently for the conversation to end.
“Who is this? What the heck?!?! You’re hiring an assassin to do my job?? Yes, she saved the girl but I could have done it! Did you just hang up on me?!?!”
You tried to hold in your laugh but it was too late.
“I can’t believe Damian did this to me,” Nightwing groaned.
“Yes, it’s sad that he doesn’t trust your abilities. Can I have my phone back now?” you said while extending your free hand.
He handed your phone back but didn’t release your wrist.
“Can I have my wrist back?”
“Because Damian said to bring you to the manor.”
“I’m not going there,” you said while trying to get your wrist back.
Tom sighs; grading papers wasn’t as easy; it was stressful.
Most of the students taking this course had little to no idea what they were
doing; it made him wonder exactly why they picked it in the first place. All except
her, Y/N L/N his brightest student, whom has great knowledge on
history. And he must say that she’s earned her A.
“Alright,” Tom says, leaning against the front of his desk,
legs crossed at the ankles, surveying his class. “First off, I am very disappointed. I thought you lot would’ve taken this paper
seriously, after I put my heart out to teach you this, and you give me nothing
but failure in return.”
From where Y/n sat, she could see the disappointment in his
eyes as he spoke. His blue eyes shift across the class until they landed on
her, lingering for a moment before he turns to the table behind him. “You’ll
receive these at the end of the class.” He motions to the stack of papers, “In
the meantime, open your books, we start a new chapter today.”
When the class came to an end, most of the students had left, the professor giving out the
papers, the students either muttering their apologies or taking them with a
shrug. “I must say you never cease to amaze me Miss L/n, top of the class as
usual,” He smiles his brilliant smile, handing her the paper, ignoring the
sweet chill that ran down his spine when her fingers brushed his, the girl smiles back, “Well, someone has to take this seriously professor,” Y/n lets her eyes wonder, watching the sun glow against his chestnut hair, his
blue green eyes, to the stubble on his face. Tom clears his throat, awkwardly
looking away from the young woman, who as of late, had been consuming is every
thought. Especially the way her eyes would light up when he’d start
teaching; she’d answer every question he threw, even if she didn’t know the
answer. “And I’m glad someone does, Now
you should get to class – who’s class do you have now?” he raises his eyebrows,
she blinks, pulling herself from the inappropriate thoughts swarming her mind,
making her cheeks go red. “Uh…. Oh um…Mr. Hemsworth,”
“Well you better get going, knowing him, the goon isn’t
going to wait up,” He says, showing her to the door. The two share a last
smile, before she leaves. When he closes the door, he leans his head against it,
clearing his thoughts.
“What am I going to do? Chris she’s a student and yet I have
feelings for her that I shouldn’t,” Tom runs his hand through his hair, his
free hand holding his phone to his ear. He crosses the street, making his way
to the one café that’s opened late on a Tuesday, hell bent on a cup of their
strongest coffee. “Now Tom, there are some things that happens for reasons we
know not. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something,”
“Yes, it’s telling me that I need coffee and I have that I
need to get home and watch the new episodes of Doctor who and Sherlock,” he
says, listening to his best friends’ sigh through the receiver. “Don’t drown
this out, talk to her—’’
“–And tell her what? I have some stupid school boy crush on
her and the mere thought of her is driving me insane?”
“Well whatever works.”
He pushes open the door
of the café, only for it to hit someone. “–Oh God, I’m sorry,” he says, quickly
going over to the female who was holding her nose and stream of muffled swears
coming from her mouth. “Chris I’ll call you back,” he hangs up, not giving the
male time to answer. Tom places his hand on the girl’s shoulder, recognition
flashing in her eyes as she looks up. “Professor….” She blinks, moving her hand
from face, unaware of the blood coming from her nose. Tom leads her to the
counter, repeatedly muttering his apologizes, “No… It’s fine, I wasn’t paying
attention,” she motions to phone clutched in her left hand. He shakes his head,
“Do you have a first aid kit?” his eyes shift to the green eyed girl behind the
counter, staring at the blood on Y/n’s hand an dripping from her chin. “Don’t
listen to him, I’m fine.” She grabs a napkin, putting it under her nose; the
white was quickly consumed by the crimson. She turns around, making a zip to
After washing her hands and face, and holding her head back,
she meets Mr. Hiddleston standing outside the door, with the most apologetic
look she’s ever seen; kind of like a puppy after you’ve kicked it. “I’m fine professor, really, I stopped the bleeding.” She
adjusts her black maxi dress, walking past him to a table, sitting while he
walks to the counter to order the coffee. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes
wonder over to her, watching as her dress slide up her thighs, revealing more
of the black stockings she was wearing. Oh what he would do right now to rip
that thing off and do what he likes. He takes the coffee to the table, resting
the cup in front of her, she, raising a dark eyebrow. Tom chuckles, “I owe you,
for hitting you in the face and all—again I’m so sorry,”
“You said that about fifty times, and like those fifty times
I’ll say it’s fine,” she smiles, waving him off, Tom finds his eyes wandering
down her neck, his mouth was suddenly dry as he looks over her s/c skin. Her h/c hair that she usually wears down was up and away from her face; in a perfect
messy bun. She raises her cup to her full pink lips; Tom forces his eyes upward as Y/n
begins talking. “So you come around here often Professor?” she asks, taking
another sip of the black coffee, smiling at the man. Alex was actually
impressed that she kept her cool and had not stuttered and blushed like an
idiot. “Ah, yes. It’s usually where I clear my head, teaching isn’t as dandy as
“And here I thought becoming a teacher was
gonna be fun,” she jokes, the both of them sharing a laugh, “It’s not that bad
you know Y/n, it’s actually quite fun on most days,”
“I’m sure it is professor—’’
Tom please, I get enough of that on campus.”
Y/n smiles over her mug, “I like the formalities, that word
holds a lot of respect you know. Have you ever noticed that I never called any
other teachers that?” She’s right, she’s never called another teacher
‘Professor’ it was always Mrs. or Mr.
Y/n watches the muscles in his jaw
clench as he stared at her, she smiles, causing him to as well. They talk for a while after, even forgetting
their coffee, only realizing it went cold when Y/n took a sip and made a face.
Though Y/n couldn’t stop the thoughts that ran through her head when her crush
was sitting right in front of her, she had to keep telling herself that he was
a teacher, her teacher who teaches History and by far the hottest guy at her collage. But liking her teacher could get
her and him in serious trouble, one him losing his job, she wouldn’t risk his
bread and butter, she isn’t selfish. She sighs disappointingly, looking at her
now empty cup, “Are you alright?” Tom asks looking at her worriedly, hoping he hadn’t said something stupid. “Yeah,
I’m fine, great actually. But I gotta get going; I have a lot of work to cover
tonight,” she says getting up from her chair. Pushing it in, smiling at
him, “Thanks for the coffee Professor, I enjoyed your company.” With
that, she leaves Tom, sitting staring at his cup of half-drunk coffee,
wondering why he didn’t tell her. Maybe the universe is mocking him for not
taking Chris’ advice, ‘there’s always tomorrow’ Chris would say.
He dropped the highlighter in his hand, fumbled his phone free of the pocket of his slacks, and almost cursed out loud at the number of Facebook notifications he had. They kept steadily climbing as Stiles shakily unlocked his phone to confirm what he had a feeling had happened. And yep, Erica had posted a suspiciously innocent and sweet comment on his wall about an hour ago, “Oh! Memories of the good old days when you still knew how to have fun. Can’t wait to see you and Lydia Martin when you come home for Christmas, Batman!”
She had included a link and Stiles couldn’t help but hold his breath as he clicked it. He was redirected to the YouTube app and the second that the video loaded, Stiles felt his shoulders sag in defeat, because he had always made it a point to accept friend requests from his students. Obviously, he would now have to rethink that policy because every one of them could see the video.
Every one of them now had the link to the old YouTube channel.
Maybe Stiles wanted to dig into himself, pulling out until he had nothing. All he knew was his bones were too big, his body too tired, and he’s eating too much. All he knew was craving, and when that was gone, what was left?
Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.
Stiles glared down at the white stick in his hand shaking it hoping that the little pink plus would go away. He had done the same thing with the last eight test but they all still had that stupid plus sign on it.
~ Stiles has a one night stand when he turns eighteen, and now has to deal with having a baby.
Peter likes to look good. He sells himself through his looks. So why shouldn’t he make sure that he’s as handsome as possible when he’s shifted? Why would anyone want to have a dry and coarse fur when it’s not needed? So he goes to a dog beauty parlour on a regular basis. When Stiles opens up a new shop in town, Peter finds way more than a new place to have his nails trimmed and his hair done. The only problem is, how can he seduce the guy when he’s on four paws and believed to be just a very large dog?
He didn’t miss the feeling of a warm body in his bed, he didn’t wish for someone who would greet him at the doorstep when he came home after a long day of work, or who would bid him goodbye with a soft kiss.
Peter didn’t want his home smelling like a mixture of his musky, dark alpha scent and a sweet, playful omega scent. He didn’t long to hear the sound of small feet running around the house, calling him Daddy or Papa and demanding to get ice cream for dinner or not having to go to kindergarten because it was stupid.
No, he didn’t want kids, he didn’t want a relationship and most importantly: he didn’t want a fucking omega.
Or: Peter Hale, successful businessman and Alpha werewolf, doesn’t want an Omega no matter how much his sister urges him to finally claim a mate. He has never been interested in an Omega. At least until he runs into one Stiles Stilinski at his nephew’s birthday party, who falls for him in more than just one way.
l’ordinateur - computer l’ordinateur portable/PC/le laptop/l’ordi - laptop le portable - phone un dossier - a file une clé USB - a USB stick des données - data copier-coller - cut and paste le logiciel - software traitement de texte - word processor le disque dur - hard drive une connexion internet - internet connection la toile/le web - the internet une adresse électronique/une adresse mail - an email address un mail/un courrier électronique/un courriel - an email les pièces jointes - attachments lecteur-graveur DVD - DVD burner un amplificateur (un ampli) - amplifier (amp) les enceintes/les haut-parleurs - speakers un casque - headphones un kit mains libres - hands free (phone) un SMS - a text un coup de fil - a phone call le fixe - desk phone le réseau - the (phone) network
brancher/débrancher - to connect/disconnect (a computer, USB etc.) s’allumer/s’éteindre - to switch on/off sauvegarder - to save (a file) imprimer - to print télécharger - to download décrocher le téléphone - to answer the telephone raccrocher - to hang up
Things can get tough. You’re going to have days when nothing goes right and all you feel is overwhelmed, anxious, out of control, and off-balance. While it’s perfectly acceptable to just lay around sometimes (everyone deserves those days once in a while), you’ll oftentimes feel a lot better if you allow yourself to focus on an activity even if it’s a seemingly simple one. Check out some of my favorite things here, and I promise they’ll leave you feeling better!
PRODUCTIVE THINGS TO DO
Make your bed
Whether it’s first thing in the morning, just after you get home, or right before you go to sleep, the simple act of making your bed can make you feel way more in-control of your life. Even when you’ve got a million other things causing you anxiety, this simple act of reclaiming yourself gives you a sense of control and accomplishment. Plus, does anything feel better than pulling back the covers and crawling into a neat bed?
Anything, really. It can be something that’s causing you stress like a messy closet or something chill and fun like your nail polish collection. Put on a playlist and sort your eyeshadows, your sock drawer, or the inside of your purse. Putting things in order, purging things you don’t need, and neatening up a collection is not only a single-minded activity that you can focus on (think of it like meditation of solitaire), but you’ll definitely be glad you did it later on.
Definitely not always what you want to do, and do not feel like you have to. However, if you’re up to it, something as simple as a walk around the block with your dog can have you feeling better. It’s genuinely incredible what a literal breath of fresh air can do for your state of mind. My favorite form of “exercise” when I’m feeling bad is to plug the headphones in to my phone to make a hands-free phone call to my best friends or my mom just wander around the neighborhood for an hour or so while we catch up. I come back home feeling refreshed, accomplished because I exercised, and happy from a chat with friends!
Tackle your to-do list
Okay, this one isn’t so fun. But I promise it will make you feel a million times better. I don’t know about you, but for me I’m often too anxious to get started on a project (pay bills, clean up, homework, whatever) because I was nervous about how bad it was going to be or how much stuff I had to do. Once I finally woman-ed up and assessed what actually had to be done, I found that 9 out of 10 times it was way worse in my head. Do something off your to-do list. Even if it’s just one thing. Even if it’s the smallest thing. You’ll pick up momentum and want to keep going, I promise.
It doesn’t have to be a super healthy something, it doesn’t have to be a complicated something. Just the act of taking care of yourself like that will make you feel accomplished and you’ll be more aware of what you’re eating. For me, when I’m depressed I want to order food and I almost aways overeat when I do. Actually cooking makes you more conscious of what you’re doing and putting into your body. Seriously, even if you just make mac-n-cheese.
SOOTHING THINGS TO DO
Take a bath
Or a shower. Just get clean. Lather your hair in shampoo and make it squeaky clean and then drench your ends in conditioner. Wash your face–twice. Scrub your skin (gently) with a yummy-smelling sea salt. Use a bath bomb. You deserve the best, and you deserve to take the best care of yourself. You are worth pampering! Bonus points: You always feel better after a bath. ALWAYS.
Do a face mask
Mix one up at home using a recipe you found online (haaaay DIY) or grab one from Target ($1, baby!). Lay it on your face and imagine your skin drinking in the nutrients. Feel yourself relax. While it’s on, do something you love. Scroll through Tumblr, paint your toenails, sing along to a good playlist. Feel secure and cared for.
Light a candle
Or burn some incense or plug in your oil diffuser. Scents are incredibly powerful and can alter your emotions. For a calm and relaxing atmosphere, try using lavender scents. You’ll feel tranquil, cozy, and clean.
Put together a playlist
This works much the same way as organizing something. The process of putting things in order and curating things makes you feel in control and decisive. Make a playlist for everything–workouts, chill-outs, parties, sleep, relaxation, etc.
RELAXING THINGS TO DO
Watch a funny TV show
Emphasis on funny. When you’re already feeling stressed out, the latest character death on Game of Thrones or a cerebral documentary might not help things. A lot of people have comfort shows that helps them relax even though they’ve seen every episode a million times. Mine is 30 Rock. No matter what, it never fails to calm me down and make me feel comforted. I suggest laugh-out-loud shows like The Office, Summer Heights High, The Mindy Project, Parks and Rec, etc. Something with endearing, lovable characters and an easy-to-follow plot. Turn down the brightness on your TV or computer, though, so you don’t ruin your sleep schedule.
Read a fun book
Nothing complicated or overwrought. Just something fun, simple and entertaining like a romance or a YA novel. Read Cosmo magazine and earmark the pages with outfits you like. Cut out cool images and make a collage. Flip through Rolling Stone and find new artists to listen to. Read a fantasy book and imagine new worlds.
Status: Part Three of Four Word Count: 5.6K Category: Multi-Part, Mystery, Creature Hunt, Humor, Behind-the-scenes Canon-Compliant Rating: 18+ [for language/sexual situations] Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam + Female O.C./Reader; Dean + #2 Female O.C. Warnings: Coarse language; mild-to-moderate allusions to sex/activities of a sexual nature Author’s Note(s): Post-story Overall Summary: see Part One Part Two Summary: The agent finds some common ground with Dean; the mara claims a third victim; suspicions are revealed
The breakdown for what I planned on being a more-than-riveting night included:
Semi-celebratory vodka on the rocks;
No waitress, no Dean, no interruptions.
But there I was, coming down the walkway from the ice machines, replenished bucket in hand, when I saw Dean standing in front of his room, just beginning to turn the key. I slowed my pace. He twisted the knob, cracked the door, but then tilted his head back and rolled his eyes heavenward.
“Didn’t even hear the car,” I commented, taking out my toothpick and tossing it away as I was coming closer.
“I wish you’d choke on one of those things.”
“Aw, it’ll take more than that to put me down. So - get stood up?”
AN: To celebrate the lyric video of amnesia I've have written a preference where you get amnesia. It’s not a lyric preference, just an ordinary story like one. This is my first 5sos preference and I hope you guys like it! This may have a part two if you would like it. If you do just give me an inbox and I’ll work on it right away! Or another situation, I’m open for requests and ideas.
Calum: The hands free option on your phone wouldn't work with your car for some reason. Hearing your phone ringing you decided to risk it this once, what could happen? You would keep your main focus on the road. “Hello?” You said when you answered your phone, “Hey y/n. would you by any chance know how far away you are?” “Erm… I’m not sure but I shouldn’t be too much longer” “Ok, see you soon.” “Bye” you replied but you were always clumsy you dropped your phone on the floor before you could hang up, looking around you noted that there were no cars around in your near view, you bent down to pick the phone up but doing so you pulled down on the steering wheel causing your car to quickly change direction but due to the speed you were traveling at your car flipped. Hitting your head you were knocked out. Calum hearing everything repeatedly shouted your name down the phone but when no response came he phoned an ambulance straight away. You were in a coma for 3 days before waking up. Looking around you were confused, where were you? You saw a boy sitting on a chair sound asleep with red tear stained cheeks. “Hey” you whispered. “Hey!” you said louder, he seemed to stir, “Wake up!” you said even louder, this caused his eyes to snap open and he was by your side in a second, “Y/n, thank god, they said the longer you were asleep the more chance of you never waking up!” “Well that’s good,” you said confused and worried, this guy was way too close for comfort, “Could you do me a favour?” you asked, “Anything” “Could you please tell me who on earth you are?” you saw his face drop
Ashton: Driving at night was dangerous, driving at night on icy roads was worse. While in the main parts of the city there were plenty of lights, Ashton and yourself were singing along to the radio but in the darker less used roads the amount of light was scarce, you turned the radio off to give Ashton more concentration on the dark winding roads. You could tell by his face he was having a lot of difficulty. The road was difficult to see it’s self but the black ice almost invisible. A car coming the other way on the narrow road cause Ashton to quickly swerve out the way the car went on home ice and Ashton lost control sending the car in an uncontrollable motion which eventually caused the car to crash. “Y/n” you heard Ashton calling out, you tried to reply but you couldn’t. Eventually blackness took over your vision and you could no longer hear your name being shouted. When you next opened your eyes you were met by white, white walls, white sheets, just white! Looking around you realized you were in hospital, pressing your nurse button you were shortly visited by a doctor, “Ah, miss Y/L/N. How are you feeling?” “Terrible” you replied honestly, “You did take a nasty bump to the head, but you are awake which is the main point right now, I shall go inform your boyfriend that you are awake,” “Boyfriend? You must be mistaken, I can barely get boys to look at me never mind get a boyfriend”
Michael: You hated the drive from your house to Michael’s. You had to drive through that junction which was known frequently for breaking. The traffic lights would never work. They would either be off completely or they would show the two directions to be on green at the same time causing crashes. This is what happened today. However today it was your car involved in the crash. Your car was completely smashed. It took several men to get you out. You had passed out from pain a while ago. Once at the hospital it was sure you had broken a lot of bones and you had cracked your head open. In a almost full body cast you lay on the hospital bed for days before finally waking up. You head felt empty. A group of people came in, a middle-aged man, middle aged woman and a late teen boy. Taking a guess you questioned each of them. “Dad?” you asked to the man who nodded, “Mum?” the woman also nodded. Turning to the boy you asked if he was your brother, his eyes filled up with tears and he shuck his head. You guessed wrong
Luke: While driving you felt free. Especially after you had an argument your parents. Normally you would drive to see your boyfriend Luke. However he was currently touring with One Direction so you couldn’t. Unlike you there were some unsafe drivers on the road. Ones who sped around not caring what damage they did to others. While turning off a speeding car tried to overtake you on the wrong side which meant the car slammed into the side of your car, the side you were sat on. The force of the impact made your car flip so it was the wrong way up. Luke was just coming off stage when his phone went off, smiling when he saw your caller ID “Hi Y/N” he said into the phone, “Luke, it’s Y/M/N” “Where is Y/n?” “She’s been in an accident. She has suffered some memory loss. Luke, she can’t remember you.” He felt him self go numb and he dropped his phone
AN: I hope that wasn't too bad. I tired to get the scenarios as different to each other as possible but it felt like I was just blabbing on. I shall do a part two if you guys want it but if not, request something else and I shall get working on it. But to warn you, I’m British so I’m terrible when it comes to what non British people get up to so for now please keep it simple, I’ll develop my skills hopefully to do better more ‘complicated’ preferences in the future :)
could you please write an imagine where (y/n) loses her memory and harry tries to make her remember him and their relationship?
This one is going to be written through my haze of sickness that I’ve been dealing with all weekend, so hopefully I can pull it together.
You couldn’t remember anything.
that wasn’t entirely true. You remembered random things from your
childhood and you knew your parents and friends from when you were a
But you didn’t know Harry.
You couldn’t remember anything from the last two years, and it killed him.
first time that Harry had come to visit you in the hospital after the
accident, the doctor had warned him that you may not know who he was. As
soon as he walked into your room and you looked at him like a stranger,
it took everything in his power to not start crying right there and
then. But Harry stayed strong for you because he knew you were probably
scared and confused.
It was odd to you, having this man in your hospital room every single day. You couldn’t figure out why a stranger would want to spend so much time with you, even if he was incredibly cute and seemed very nice. Something in his eyes when he looked at you always threw you off. As if he were seeing you in a way that you didn’t understand. There was a pain there; a sadness.
The doctors had told Harry that what you were experiencing was likely short term memory loss, and that you would remember things in time. The best thing for him to do was not overwhelm you with information, although Harry’s first instinct was to try and tell you absolutely everything. He couldn’t imagine having you here, but not having a clue who he was and what you meant to him.
You had to stay in the hospital for a week or two, and Harry started to gradually introduce you to thoughts and ideas pertaining to your relationship with him; the first being that you were in a relationship to begin with. He came by one afternoon with a bouquet of flowers and sat them down with the other three or four bouquets he had brought in days previous. Daisies. Always daisies. You liked daisies.
￼Illya would never forget that day. The first thing was the texts he got. ‘Illya?’ 'Can you come over?’ Nothing more than that. He wondered.
And worried of course, so he hurried over as quick as possible. When he came to the house of the Solos, Napoleon’s mother opened the door and let him in. “Napoleon?” He asked breathlessly from running. “Oh I haven’t seen him all day. He’s in his room though. I thought maybe he was lovesick.” She smiled at Illya. She was kind but there was a distance between her and her son. But she knew the Russian was a source of comfort for Napoleon. “Ok. Thank you Ms Solo.” He hurried off to Napoleon’s room.
“Napoleon, are you there?” He knocked softly. “Illya?” Came a weak voice through the wood. The Russian gulped. What was expecting him in there? It must be bad. Napoleon never showed weakness. Not even to him or Gaby. They learned to see the little signs of course but this… his gut clenched. “Yes. It’s I.” He said and heard a key being turned. Napoleon looked bad. Really bad. Especially considering that he usually wasted a lot of energy on looking good. Thankfully he had no obvious injuries. Illya sniffed the air. The scent of an omega hung in the air. It tweaked something in his gut. It must be biological compatibility with his alpha parts and the omega. It had the hair standing on his neck and his nose flaring for more. But he had to assume it was one of Napoleon’s old conquests. So Ms. Solo had been right. Napoleon had had some kind of female visitor. And now he was mourning. “Cowboy?” He was wrapped in a turtleneck too big for his frame. Illya faintly recognised it as his own. He had been looking for it for awhile. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you come over. It was stupid.” Napoleon apologised, hugging himself tighter. Something was terribly wrong. He had red rings around his eyes like he had cried for hours. “Who broke your heart, Cowboy?” Illya asked, closing the door behind him. “Broke my heart?” Napoleon sniffled. “What are you talking about?” “Well there is omega in air. Your mother told me, it was, what she was thinking. You are clearly upset.” He pointed out. Napoleon’s eyes had widened. “No Illya. Nothing like that. If it only it were.” He let out a dry laugh. And then blurted out without further explanation, “I’m an omega.” It took Illya a moment to comprehend what he had meant. “What?” He said dumbly. “You heard right! I’m an omega! So what? Then I am a weakling that craves nothing but a cock filling him! They always said I’m a whore! Fucking around before even presenting.” There were fresh tears streaming down Napoleon’s face now. Illya slowly understood what it meant. The expanse of this revelation. Napoleon would have to change the school! He would have to go to special doctors. He would be mated and claimed by someone. And last and most disturbing of all: the scent Illya had been smelling, was still smelling, it was his. It was Napoleon’s. He chose to ignore it. Chose to not give it the power to change anything. Napoleon was his friend. His best friend. So he walked over and took him in his arms like Gaby had told him was comforting. Both arms wound tight around him, holding him safely and secure. He nearly didn’t hear Napoleon’s soft “no” as he clenched his hands into his shirt. “What? Am I doing it wrong?” Illya asked concerned. “No! I- it’s just-” Napoleon squirmed. Illya could feel his face tilt upwards and his nose burying under his jaw. "Your scent.” There was a soft whimper and Illya felt goosebumps crawling up his back, realising Napoleon was feeling the same. The prickle ghosting over his nerve endings was the same Illya felt. Of course. It mostly went both ways. “Cowboy…” Illya said helplessly. “No. Please. I need…” Napoleon started clawing at his clothes. When he didn’t have any success he pulled Illya’s turtleneck over his own head. Now it dawned on the alpha why he had been wearing it. “That’s mine.” He said offhandedly. Napoleon whined. “Yours.” He answered dizzily, rubbing his face into Illya’s shirt. “No I meant…” When he felt Napoleon’s hands tighten painfully on where he was clutching on his shirt he stopped himself. “Never mind.” “Please, Illya. I’m so afraid.” Napoleon begged again. Well, that Illya could clearly see. The omega was trembling, overwhelmed by what he was feeling. Illya shared that in a way. Never before had he felt this - belonging, possessive, protective - by just smelling a scent. He wanted to help, although he couldn’t say if it was his rational mind speaking or his instincts. No one was going to answer that for him. So how about he just followed that urge? They both seemed to need it at the moment. Gently he pulled Napoleon back, who had even drooled on his shirt and pulled him back, ignoring the hiss he got and the hands clawing for him to come back. “Hush. It is good,” he tried to soothe Napoleon while he felt his mind getting more clouded every second. The omega was back at him immediately, searching for his scent spot and Illya couldn’t think of a reason to stop him. He tilted his head and went searching for Napoleon’s own. When the sweet scent completely filled his nose he growled and gripped Napoleon by his hips. A little whelp escaped the other and the alpha purred. “Please. Hold me, Illya,” the omega pleaded and Illya came back to his senses. “Of course, pup.” He guided him to his bed and moved to lay beside him. Napoleon immediately rolled over and buried his nose under his chin again. Illya let him, of course, resting his head on the curls and holding him tightly. He could smell all the confusion and fear Napoleon was feeling. “I am here for you, Cowboy.” He promised and pressed a little kiss to his forehead. Eventually they fell asleep like that.
Illya was woken by a phone ringing. He could feel Napoleon still pressed against him; their fingers entwined and lying on his chest; his little breaths puffing against his neck. He reached with his free hand for the phone and accepted the call blindly. “Yes?” He asked in a sleepy voice. “Illya?” Gaby. “Of course. You called me, no?” He asked. “No. I called Napoleon.” She said slowly. “Oh.” Illya squinted down at Cowboy steering in his sleep. He drew soothing circles on the back of his hand to calm him. “Well you can’t speak with him right now. Shall I tell him something?” He asked. “Nah I was just trying to annoy him by calling at this unholy hour. What are you even doing at his place at such an hour? You boys seem too old for sleepovers.” She demanded to know. “How can you be too old for sleepovers?” Illya asked innocently. “Because, Illya, when you reach a certain age you prefer to only share the bed with partners of the sexual kind.” Gaby explained patiently. “That’s bullshit,” he simply said. “Well where is Napoleon then? Has he left the phone with you in the living room where you have been sleeping on the couch? I know for a fact that Cowboy would never give up his bed. Is he showering? But no he would never get up at such an hour.” She mused. “Don’t call him Cowboy. That’s my nickname for him. And yes I’m sleeping on the couch. ” Illya said sharply. In that moment Napoleon lifted his head. “Illya?” He asked sleepily. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” Illya soothed him freeing his fingers and changing the phone in that hand and rubbing Napoleon’s back with his other hand. “Couch huh?” Gaby said teasingly. “Shut up,” Illya told her. “Gaby?” Napoleon asked with a little smile. “Yes. She’s being annoying.” Illya explained. “Oi! Shut your mouth, Russian!” Gaby said exasperated. Napoleon smiled and lay his head back on Illya’s chest. “Tell her that we are perfectly fine and don’t need her help.” “At least wear protection, you dumbasses!” Gaby said and ended the call. Illya rolled his eyes and threw the phone back on the nightstand. Napoleon frowned. “Gentle you lump. That was expensive.” He had closed his eyes again. “Napoleon-” Illya started but Napoleon just lay a hand over his mouth. “No, shut up. You are going to wake me up fully and I don’t need that on a weekend. Just sleep. Or be quiet.” He then snuggled in against his side again. Illya looked at him and sighed fondly closing his own eyes and tightening his hold on him. After a moment of silence he felt Napoleon’s less long fingers slipping between his again. Napoleon was right. They had time enough to figure out what this all meant. Now it was just important they had each other.