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Good Vibrations - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader

Words: 1564
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader
Featuring: Tony, Steve, Clint, Nick Fury, Wanda
Warnings: swearing i think, FLUFF
Requested by anon
Hey I just found this blog and I really like it so I was wondering if you could write a Pietro Maximoff one shot that’s super fluffy. I don’t care what its about I just love anything fluffy. If you can’t then it all cool and I still love your blog! ❤
Authors Note: So originally the whole imagine was going to be based off of this post by @just-some-marvel-imagines16 but then I had a lot of fun with it and there is a really long backstory and basically the end of the imagine is based off of that post, so, yeah. This was so much fun thought vbsalbvduoqre

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“Have I got something for you,” Nick Fury walked into the Avengers base.

“How the hell did you even get in here?” Tony pointed to the man wearing the eye patch, “FRIDAY-”

“Calm down,” Fury stopped him, catching the attention of who was in the common room, Tony, Steve, and Clint. “I have some intel you probably really want to hear.”

“Then talk, Fury,” Steve nodded, still not sure how he felt about this guy.

Nick Fury walked over to the computer that projected over the kitchen island. He pulled up a video from his personal file to show the Avengers. The video was cut short, and it rarely showed a girl throwing someone across a park at night, making them float. “Have fun with that problem,” She murmured and raised her hands up, a ball of fire forming, “Watch out.”

Police sirens started to blare, and they were getting louder, meaning the police was getting closer. The girl in the video looked around quickly, fear on her face, and put her hand down- the fire leaving. The man she threw up in the air fell after she shot her arms back down, and she disappeared.

“Where did she go?” Clint gaped at the screen, quickly understanding why there is a problem.

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Hey guys...

I know I haven’t posted in like.. 2 months (wow I’m shit) a lot had been going on in my life lately and I’ve been too stressed and busy to have any time for this blog, I’m hoping maybe I might get back at it in a few months? I’m not really sure, but know I’ll be back ok? Thanks again for all your support I love you all and sorry about being a shitty admin (,:

Pretty U// Wen Junhui

Originally posted by nowjunhui

Pairing: Junhui x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: @alcholic-umbrellas said:
hey Sara hit me up with a junhui imagine where they where you’re at the party like in pretty u and junhui searches for you to confess to you [insert meme]

Author’s Note: why hello beautiful! I kind of cried a lot during the PRETTY U mv, hansol looked so good and smol and i died okay i just died. But i hope you enjoy !

xoxo Sara


The party had begun late at night, and you knew it would run to the wee hours of the morning. The boys had been posting signs for it all over town, on buses, street posts, inside of restaurants that they knew people would see.

The boys had found an empty factory some time ago, a place they frequently hung out in just to get away from it all. You were so glad that they had shown you this beautiful place, that they had trusted you enough to let them in their secret space.

They all decided that, the place was too beautiful, the space too wide not to throw a huge party. They had snagged everything they could get their hands on; color bombs, chalk, slightly broke shopping carts, the cardboard cylinders from the middles of paper rolls, even a slightly beat up couch they had found and cleaned off. They wanted to make this party huge, fun, and exciting.

They had spend hours upon hours setting up, picking the right music, and they asked you to help, which of course, you couldn’t say no to. These boys had made you a much softer girl since they first met you, and it was hard to say no to all of them giving you wide eyes while pouting, “Please, (Y/N) pleaaaseeee…?”

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Hey I love your prompts so I thought I send you a prompt of my own… In Casino Royale we can see that James quite a lot of freckles on his shoulders and I think it’s really cute so… 00Q fluff? 😊 Q would love those freckles for sure! – tentitoo

Short, but catatonically sweet! Jen.

(Please note that continuation requests need to be submitted in the ConsultingWriters inbox, rather than post replies. Thank you! Jen)

“… it’s a bit creepy to watch people when they sleep.”

Q was amusingly unapologetic; with Bond officially awake, he had the green light to start documenting every inch of his skin with fingers, with kisses. “You have a lot of freckles.”

Bond tried to turn over, stopped by Q’s hands. “… what freckles?”

“Freckles.”

Bond laughed lightly, body beautiful in the dim light casting through the curtain. “What do you mean?”

Q continued, fingertip dotting every single freckle, every single mark. The dapple of Bond’s skin, a part of him that was wholly Q’s: Bond never saw it, nobody would see it. A part of him that part-time lovers might notice but not care about, the flicking beauty that Q saw differently every morning, every night.

“I love you,” Q murmured, instead of an answer. “I don’t really say it enough.”

Bond was a little stiller. He always was, in the moments Q was demonstrative: it wasn’t their way. Words were unimportant, words were easily exchanged and more easily lost. Bond never quite trusted words.

Q did. Just once in a while. Words could have weight, if he tried hard enough.

Bond didn’t reply. Q pressed another kiss to the back of his neck, Bond’s skin prickling now with goosebumps, an odd shivering. “I love you too.”

Q’s grin was hidden.

Abruptly, Bond twisted, and dragged Q over; he let out a startled yelp, smothered by Bond’s lips pressing against his.

“Good morning”

Q kissed him again, deeper, twining his limbs around Bond and keeping him there.

Taking Notes

Hey - I have had quite a lot of questions on my process of taking notes so I thought I’d do a post on it :)

Organise my desk - Before taking notes it’s important to clear you study area and get in the mindset for working hard, ready to focus making notes. This gets all your stationary ready and in the same place so when you start making notes you have everything you need to work

Gather resources - When making notes do not just use one textbook or revision guide - make notes from the textbook/your exercise book/revision guide and definitely use the specification or subject content from the exam board (this tells you exactly what you need to know)

Write out key information - Don’t just copy information out - read all of the information from all the resources for that topic before writing anything, then begin to summarise the key points in your own words

Diagrams - I find that diagrams showing how certain things work (especially in the sciences and geography) really helps me visualise and understand concepts much more easily. I find that in exams when trying to remember info, it’s easier to remember diagrams and images used in my notes

Highlight - When taking notes definitely use colour coding for different subjects/chapters - this helps me link and remember things in exams. Once I have made my notes I always highlight my work: GREEN for subtitles - PINK for key terminology - YELLOW for the topic/chapter and BLUE - for any processes/sequences

Read the notes - Don’t just make the notes and then forget about them (which I’m guilty of in the past). Make sure that you go over and read your notes regularly - personally I also re-write and condense my notes, and speak them out loud (as hearing info also helps me remember information)

I hope this helps the people who were asking about my method of taking my notes :)

just one rose

A modern CS AU, the Bachelor Style. After being reluctantly signed up for the show, Killian Jones gets himself into something more than he bargained for with Emma Swan as the Bachelorette.

Note: This may be the silliest idea I’ve ever had, but it was a lot of fun to write and too much fun not to share. I posted it on AO3 last night, and the response there was encouraging, so here goes nothing about posting it here too. Also, hey, it’s almost Valentine’s Day, so I guess this is sorta appropriate for that, right? 

Rating: T

Words: 10K

read on AO3

New York City, seven months ago

When Killian Jones first moves to the United States, it is to escape his past. Dishonourably discharged from the British Navy after nearly inciting a mutiny about the terrible leadership of some higher up that had resulted in his brother’s death, he had been wild and loose for a long time. While still crazed with grief over the loss of his brother, there had been a bright light – Milah, sweet Milah – but it too had ended terribly, and now when Killian thinks of his former home in England, he thinks only of pain and misery.

America is to be his new start, the dream it has been for so many others. He lives in New York City with his roommate, a young woman whose hippie parents had named Tinkerbell. She suits the name: small, blonde, pixie-like, and ready to kill you if you make fun of her name – Killian learned that the hard way. He and Tink have known each other a long time, having met when staying in hostels during their time in New York while both apartment hunting. He was from England, she from New Zealand, and their foreignness to all things New York City had bonded them together, and, three years later, still remain the best of friends and roommates.

For the most part.

If he could just change one tiny thing, it would be eliminating her fascination with reality television. He can barely stand the stuff – save MasterChef, his one weakness – and one chilly Monday night, like all other Mondays for the last twelve weeks, she settles down to watch the finale of her winter favourite, The Bachelor.

“Killian, come watch this with me.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Tink, why the bloody hell do you think I want to watch this with you?”

“You made me watch that stupid cooking show the other day,” she points out. “Watch this and we’re equal.”

There is a strange gleam to her eye that Killian can’t place. She is also technically telling the truth about him making her watch MasterChef, but that doesn’t stop his muttered complaints as he sits down beside her. When the show starts, he groans and makes snide comments until she hits him with the pillow, and, not willing to risk her smacking him again, resorts to sulking in silence instead. The Bachelor dude is a total cad, some idiot named Walsh, and the two ladies as his final two are much too lovely for the jerk.

Tink hurriedly updates him on the first’s life as she goes on her final date with Walsh – young, beautiful, a waitress from the Midwest – but while Walsh seems entirely captivated by her, Killian finds nothing particular stimulating.

But when the date ends, and the next one begins, Killian can’t help himself but sit up straighter at the sight of the beautiful blonde who appears on the screen. She is more serious than the bubbly waitress, and there is something guarded in her green eyes as she greets Walsh with nothing more than a quick kiss. As they are swept away in a helicopter to a private island, Killian finds himself more and more interested in this silly show, more drawn to the wide eyes of excitement of the blonde as the helicopter soars over the beautiful crystal seas outside Fiji.

“Who is that?” he asks, unable to help himself.

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Hey Dylan (SkellyDun)

You seem to have a lot of experiences 

But, why is it that I’ve yet to see this?

Well???

We’re waiting.

The Gay Incident

Summary : Based on a prompt by anonymous on phanfic; “ ‘i just walked downstairs in a 'say hey if you’re gay’ shirt and boxers and my flat mate had 8 people round without telling me. they all saw. however one of them left a note on my bedroom door saying 'hey’, along with their phone number' 

Warnings : Cursing

Author’s Note: For those that have followed me for a long time, you’ll know that the last time I wrote and posted a fanfiction was back in the winter. Why? Depression. A lot of it. Enough to make me think stupid things. But tonight I’m painting over what I left behind and writing something new. Something hopeful. Something that holds a spark. I hope that anyone in this world struggling might find there own spark to keep glowing with - and I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

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hey! so the break is almost over and idk i wanted to do something before it ended? and botm’s are fun and i havent had one in a while so–

-mbf me
-reblog this post / likes only for bookmarking
-must reach over 100 notes ??
-any type of (active) blog can join!
-sideblogs are also ok. just please tell me ur main on the tags (or send me a message)

-there will be 1 winner (featured on my blog for all of september) + 2 runner-ups (featured for 2 weeks) / no poll
-you get all the cool stuff: a follow from me (if not already) + promos to over 6k whenever u want + help with anything (reblogs/graphics/i mean literally anything) + for the winner: a doodle of ur face or OC or whatever (unless u dont want it)
-closes on august 28th / winners will be announced on september 1st

and thats p much it! if u have any questions or something u can ask me anytime // good luck!

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The Gay Incident

Summary : Based on a prompt by anonymous on phanfic; “ ‘i just walked downstairs in a ‘say hey if you’re gay’ shirt and boxers and my flat mate had 8 people round without telling me. they all saw. however one of them left a note on my bedroom door saying 'hey’, along with their phone number' 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings : Cursing

Author’s Note: For those that have followed me for a long time, you’ll know that the last time I wrote and posted a fanfiction was back in the winter. Why? Depression. A lot of it. Enough to make me think stupid things. But tonight I’m painting over what I left behind and writing something new. Something hopeful. Something that holds a spark. I hope that anyone in this world struggling might find there own spark to keep glowing with - and I hope you enjoy what I wrote.