i am paying to go to school i should be doing the homework ugh

Oh My, My, My - II (Bucky Barnes AU)

OH MY MY MY MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sooooo….. this series might be longer than expected but that’s a good thing, right?
oh, and i am going to make the tag list for this story just 50 users since it does take while to tag. I currently have 32 spots left on my tag list for this series. If you want to be tagged, PLEASE let me know! .xx

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“There he is!” Natasha swooned.

A new guy had just arrived to school and Natasha could not stop drooling over him. He was apparently scouted to be in the summer Olympics for archery and rumor had it, he was pretty close to perfect.

You looked away from the blond boy to find your favorite long haired brunet walking towards you with a baseball glove in his hand. He was a senior in high school and getting ready to graduate along with Steve and their new friend Sam.

You grinned at him and he winked at you before walking past you and meeting up with his other friends.

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Artist Meets Jock

Request: Yes, by @natasha-baggins

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Tags: @rebecca-x4  , @solis200213 , @ti0261 , @bat-lakota , @overunderjustwhelmed , @epickimmie , @gokusanfan , @yj-tt-batfam-forlife , @gracesnowstorm , @blxkestnight , @batarangtotheheart , @angstytodd , @abiitheawkward , @batfamily-imagines , @dc-imagine-central , @pinkwitch21 , @mintymacaronrain , @starshipofgotham , @tim-help , @avengerdragoness , @senpai-gabby , @just-a-girl-maybe , @schninner-writes-some-stuff , @books-netflix-and-pizza , @memento-scribet , @speedypan , @yomynameis-nothingimportant , @aworldwideapart , @dead-lee-15 , @chipsinabox , @wynterrobin

A/N: Hope you enjoy this my lovely lilies! To be honest the Football game scene wasn’t so well since I don’t know ANYTHING about football I am so sorry! And @natasha-baggins I changed it to High School I am really sorry. 


High School, right? The piles of homework and the grades on your classes. Man High School is extremely tough and difficult but at least you had someone to be there with you. That person was Megan Morse and you were very lucky to have her as your friend. She was really helpful, friendly, and all other amazing things.

It was time to switch classes and you weren’t exactly into the next class; math. It was torture to your brain and you couldn’t focus at all. All those formulas and techniques were hard but, you did well in it. You packed up your things from the class you just had, putting your english book and notebook inside your backpack then carrying it on your shoulder. And as you looked up you had a glance of the most hottest person you had ever seen; Jason Todd. He was like a package, the brains, the looks, the muscles, and he had wonderful manners. You really liked him and he was basically your crush.

He noticed that you were looking at him so he gave you a kind smile with a wink then walking out of class, leaving you starstruck and speechless.

“Hey,” Megan said from behind startling you. “Did Jason Todd just winked at you?”

“Nah,” You reply. “At least I don’t think so.”

Megan gave you a look. “Come on,” She hit her shoulder against yours. “It’s obvious that you like him.”

You sighed. “Is it really?”

“Totally,” She replied. “I am your best friend after all. They’re no secrets you can keep from me.”

“Heh, well gotta go to ugh,” You pause. “Math. See you at biology class.”

You waved leaving the classroom as Megan said. “See you later!”

You entered the math class dumping your things on your desk sitting on the last row, placing your backpack on the seat next to you, then sitting on the chair. You looked around the class noticing the classmates around you and the teacher. The teacher’s name was Mr. Flench and he was a serious teacher.

“Today we will be learning about-” Mr. Flench was interrupted by the sound of the door opening showing Jason in front of the class.

“Sorry Mr. Flench,” He said as he waited for him to give him permission to enter.

“It’s alright Jason,” He says. “Come inside the classroom, class just started now.” He gestures Jason to come inside as he did so.

“Thank you.” Jason said as he entered the classroom grabbing everyone’s attention, especially yours. Why was he so damn hot? The way he entered was so hypnotizing, the way he walked, the way he fixed his raven hair, and the way he smiled.

“Ahem,” Mr. Flench said. “We are now learning………” You were in a trance when you noticed that Jason was coming to the same row as you. You couldn’t breathe nor could you focus on what was happening in math class. Jason scooted all the way until your backpack blocked him, you put it on the floor and he scooted closer to you. He smiled with that same smile he gave when you left english class; the one you admired.

“Thanks.” He said as he brought out his things.

You were in panic mode. What could you say? You were hyperventilating by the fact that he was sitting next to you and you didn’t know if you could speak or not.

“Uh….” You pause to take in a breath then look at him. “Of course!” You tried to say in a cheery tone yet you could hear the nervousness as you spoke.

In math class all you could do was stare at Jason with a smile across your face. You looked at your notebook that was filled with doodles, you always drew whenever you daydreamed in class. After all, you

an artist. You then flipped into a new page and continued to stare at Jason noticing his facial structures. Thank God he was paying attention to class or else you would have been busted…..Badly.

Everything about his face was perfect, his , jawline, hair, lips, and his eyes. Oh those eyes. Those aqua blue eyes that were traumatizing by just a glance. You started to draw looking back and forth at the paper and at him. You sketched how his face shape should look then drew his facial appearances. You drew it exactly the way it was supposed to look however, it was a little difficult to draw his face in the front since the position you were looking was sideways. Overall, you finished the sketch at the same time the class finished.

“Class remember you will have homework from pages 200 to 250 and it’s due date is tomorrow.” Mr. Flench reminded.

“UGH!” The whole classroom complained. They all got up from their seats closing and packing their books and things inside their backpacks. Right when you were going to do the same as well, Jason caught a glimpse of your drawing. As soon as everyone left leaving the two of you alone, he took the drawing from your desk with a smirk on his face.

“Ooh, what’s this?” He says in an impressed and surprised tone.

“Uh…” You said. “Nothing.” You moved the pencil in your hands anxiously. He was looking at the drawing you drew of him. He might think that you are a weirdo or even worse; a stalker.

“It’s….Amazing!” He states astonishingly.

“What, this? No, no. This is just a sketch.” You reply nervously hoping he would stop looking at the sketch.

“What do you mean? This is amazing and if this is just a ‘sketch’ I can’t imagine how your other drawings are like.” He continues to say.

“Haha….. Well..Um..Thanks…Um” You place your hand behind you neck. “It’s nothing really.”

He gives you a smile then hands your drawing back to you. “It’s something.” He walks away but before he leaves class he turns to you. He gave you a hand salute then said, “Hope I get to see you more often.” And with that, he left the classroom leaving you dazed.

“I hope also.”


It was now time for biology class.

You weren’t happy because of the class, you were happy because you would get to see and sit next to Megan to tell her what had happened in math class. You sat down and got your things out as Megan came to sit with you.

“Hey,” She spoke. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…..” You say suspiciously. “Ok, fine! I kinda, well, sorta sketched a drawing of Jason and he….”

Megan was so interested in what you were talking about and it was completely obvious. “And?”

“He found out and started complimenting on how good I draw. When I told him it was a sketch he was fascinating in seeing my other works,” You confess. “ I was so scared and nervous, I was in panic mode and I am still am. He might think I am a weirdo or a stalker!”

“Calm down,” Megan said. “Just breathe, everything is alright. Let me see the drawing.”

“Sketch you mean,” You corrected as you took it out from your backpack handing it to her. “See, I told him it was nothing.”

It was a long, awkward time of silence until Megan finally spoke. “What the hell do you mean ‘It’s nothing it’s just a sketch’?” She mimicked making the quotation marks with her fingers. “This is amazing….I can’t put it in words! Why haven’t you showed me your drawings? I guess I should have known since you are in art class but still….” Megan kept on rambling.

“I was too shy and anxious to show you or anyone,” You reply. “Especially Jason.”

“Ooh,” Megan blurted. “What was his reaction?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” You ask.

“Yeah, but tell me again!” She said excitedly.

“He told me he liked it and gave it back then left class.” You say.

“That’s it?” Megan asked surprised.

“No actually,” You answer. “He also said ‘Hope I get to see you more often’ then he left.”

“See, now that tells a whole different kind of story.” Megan said.

“Uh-huh sure,” You say. “But do you think he likes me? I mean he is an awesome jock who plays football and I am well….Me.”

“And by ‘me’ you mean a caring, sweet, smart, and talented person,” Megan added. “I’m sure he likes you.”

“Nah,” You say with a doubtful voice. “You are being too kind Meg. I mean I am nothing like what you think and I bet he doesn’t like me like that,” You shrug. “Maybe he likes me in a friendly way.”

Megan shakes her head and lets out a disappointed sigh. “Think that way [F/N] but, I know he likes you.”

“Well-.”

“Megan Morse and [F/N] [L/N],” Mrs. Sutherland called, interrupting you. “What are you both chattering about?”

“Nothing.” You both reply rapidly.

“I am sure that it was not simply nothing,” She replied as she raised her eyebrow in question. “Is it boys you are speaking of? In biology class?”

Both your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. The whole class was hearing it and all you had to do was answer her. “No.”

“Then what must be so important for you to talk about and not pay attention in class?”

“Um…..Nothing?”

“That does it,” Mrs. Sutherland said. “Both of you extra homework and that will be due tomorrow.”

Megan and you both looked at each other and groaned silently. “Just wonderful.” You said under your breath. And as your savior, the bell rung.


You all left the classroom and got ready for some break time. You walked until you found a bench to sit on and took out a sandwich from your backpack. Just as you took a bite, Jason appeared and sat next to you.

Your mouth curled into a smile. “Were you following me?”

He shrugged, “Eh, I guess you could say that.”

You shoved him with your hand. “Stalker.”

“Hey, we didn’t even get to introduce ourselves back there.” He pointed behind himself.

“Back where?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Remember math class.”

You blushed a dark red. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and don’t be all nervous and all. I didn’t have any problem with you drawing me, I found it an honor. So ummm….Yeah. My name is Jason Todd. What’s yours?”

You became less tense. “My name is [F/N] [L/N], it’s nice to meet you, Jason. I am so sorry about the whole ‘drawing you’ thing,” You started to speak exceedingly fast. “I mean the thing is I kinda find you hot and I really like you- But that’s not the point, the point is that I am sorry and I know you might think of me as a weirdo but I love you”

Jason gave you a puzzled look. “Ah, feels good having that off my chest.” You say.

“Haha,” Jason said. “Well I am trying to be frank here and the thing is; I didn’t understand a word.” He massaged his neck with his hand.

“Oh…..” Your voice then changed into a cheery tone. “I guess I wouldn’t have been able to handle the fact that you knew so-I’ll keep it that way.”

Jason gave you a smile. “You know what,” He said. “Why don’t you come to my game tomorrow?”   

“Your football game?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I’m not exactly sure what I should do.”

“Haha, all you gotta do is watch me win some points and cheer me on.”

“I don’t think I’ll do any good.”

“How could someone not do good on watching and cheering?”

“You may be surprised on what kind of person I am .”

“Actually, I am impressed.”

You instantly blushed again.

He got up from the bench and was about to leave, but before leaving he said, “So, see you at my game tomorrow?”

You smirked, “I’ll think about it.”

“Oh my gosh,” You said as you closed your house door behind you. “I

to tell Megan!”

You walk inside your house and place your purse on the counter taking out your phone. You dialed Megan’s number and walked around your house.

“Hello?”

“Hey Meg, it’s me.”

“Yeah, I know. So, what’s up?”

“Jason-Jason Todd just asked if I would like to come to his game tomorrow!” You squeal.

“OH MY GOD!”

“I know!”

“I’ll come with you to his game!”

“Oh God, I am so nervous right now! I can’t believe this!”

“Woah there [N/N], it’s not like he asked you out on a date. Chill.”

“Well, it kind of is…ish?”

“Nope.”

“Ugh, fine. So I guess…I’ll see you at the game?”

“You said it.”

And with that, the phone call ended. How excited were you from one to ten, who knows? But it was making you jump up and down squealing out of joy. You entered your room to think of what clothes you should wear. Of course, you picked your school’s team shirt for the game and some ripped jeans to go with it. You also thought about wearing a hat as well and decided to take it with you just in case.

You heard your phone vibrate on your bed. You checked to see a message from an unknown number…….Weird.

Hey.

Who is this???

Jason.

Jason Todd?

Yep.

How in the world did you get my number???!!!

:) Can’t tell you it’s a secret.

Stalker!!

Hey!

So what do you want from me, Mr. Stalker?

Great, I guess you are going to use that more than my name.

Yup, so what do you want from me?

So you know how you said you’ll think about it when I asked if you were coming to my game? Did you make your decision?

Actually, yes I did. And I decided to come to your game.

I’m glad :)

So umm yeah. Quick question; was this supposed to be like a…Umm

“Supposed to be like a…Umm” what?

Uh…Date???? Ugh, if it wasn’t then just forget about it. I’m panicking oh lord.

Calm down [F/N]. And yeah……I was asking you on a date…ish.

Hah, told ya Megan.

Who?

Oh, just my best friend.

Ah, I see. Gotta go, so see you later?

You betcha ;)

You smiled with your cheeks red and sighed. You put your phone on your chest and closed your eyes. Tomorrow is going to be an amazing day and you knew it.


Today was the day and it was unlike any other day; it was Saturday and Jason’s game. You arrived at 2:00 pm and entered the Panathenaic stadium and waited for the game to start. Your eyes were most likely focused on finding Jason than anything else.

You could see everyone getting ready for the game. You thought about sending a message to Jason to know where he was.

Hey Jay, where are you??

Turn around.

Turn around? You did so finding Jason holding flowers and a flag for his team with his number on it. He was smirking as you gave him a surprised look. “This is for me?”

“Yeah,” Jason said handing it to you. “Here.”

“Aww,” You say. “Thanks, Mr. Stalker. Such a gentleman.”

“Hah, thank you, M'lady,” He did a mimic of an elegant bow. He then looked at you in the eyes. “I have to go, the game is starting. Be sure to keep an eye on eighteen, that’s me.” He winked.

“Ok,” You say as you moved the flag. “Go Jason Go!”

“Haha,” He chuckled. “See you after the game.”

“Yeah.” You said as he left and you sat on the bench smelling the flowers. You knew that Jason’s team would win.

“Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the football finals! The two teams are the Californian Foxes and the New Yorker Wolves!” The game reporters said. Everyone cheered and so did you. Almost everyone had their faces painted the same colors as their teams.

You saw the two teams facing each other as they bent down with the person in the middle, the quarterback, holding it under the center. He then shouted, “Hut!” Then hiked the ball and the game to start.

You watched trying to see and listen to who was in the lead. “And number eighteen, Todd is in the lead almost at the touchdown!”

“Woohoo!” You cheered in excitement. “Go Jason Go!”

You then saw him pass it to another team player then scoring a point.  


“And the Californian Foxes get score yet another point!” The reporters said. “And the crowd goes wild!”

Megan appeared out of nowhere sitting next to you, making you startled.

“MEGAN! You came!” You explain giving her a hug.

“Yeah, I did.” She replied with a smirk.

You then have her a little punch on the shoulder. “But you’re late.”

Megan rubbed the spot where you punched. “Hey, there was somethings I had to do, jeez.”

“Haha oh really?” You ask. “Like….?”

“Well, I had an assignment due tomorrow.”

“Ok.” You say.

“Those Foxes are really beating those Wolves, right?” All of the audience on the Californian Foxes team cheered.

“Who is Jason?” Megan asked as you pointed him out.

“Him. He is number eighteen.” You replied.

“He sure is good, most of those points are from him!” Megan said astonished.

“Yeah.” You say.

The whole time Megan was talking and you were answering as you watched the game until it ended. The scores were 38:29 having the Californian Foxes win. You were so happy and proud of Jason.

All the football players left as you hoped to be able to see Jason again. You wanted to congratulate him for winning the game.You thought about sneaking down there but it wouldn’t be such a good idea.

“Hey, [F/N],” Megan said.

“What?” You asked.

She smirked getting up and walking away while saying. “Turn around.”

You raised an eyebrow in question. “Okayyyy.” You said in a weird tone turning around then feeling something crash into your lips. It was Jason and he immediately kissed you when you turned. It also seemed as though Megan knew what was going on since she acted that way. At first, you were surprised but then you kissed him back.

Jason finally broke the kiss smirking with a question. “Is there any chance that there will be a second date?”

What captains think about in their captain meetings


As requested by anon. :)


We already imagined what the espada think about in their meetings. But what might be on the captains’ minds during theirs?


1. Unohana

“Murder.”

“Murder.”

“Murder.”

“I really need to tell Isane what a nice job she did with those pillow covers. They are making all of the patients so happy, and that is so important.”

“Murder.”


2. Kensei

“I wonder what Mashiro is doing right now. Getting into trouble, probably.”

“Ugh she drives me nuts! Why did I want her to be my lieutenant again?”

“And Shuhei had better be working. Not daydreaming about Matsumoto like usual.”

“I need to get back to those idiots.”

“Why is Soi Fon glaring at me?”


3. Soi Fon

“Ugh. Kensei never pays attention in these meetings.”

“Of course, he’s a visored. Associated with Urahara Kisuke, so naturally he’s trouble.”

“I can’t BELIEVE the head captain let those visored come back.”

“Man, these meetings would be so much better if Yoruichi-sama had come back instead of those idiots.”

“I hope she does come back. She’ll see how strong I am. Love me. Be beautiful. Be - SOI FON STOP IT PAY ATTENTION!”


4. Aizen

“If only you knew, head captain, that during this meeting, I have come up with the next eleven steps of my plan.”

“And I narrated my own actions to myself the whole time. Because I am a multitasker”

“Aizen thought to himself. Smugly.”

“I can feel you watching me, Gin.”

“This meeting would be so much better with tea.”


5. Gin

“I will kill you dead, Aizen Sosuke.”

“Now that I know your weakness, I could do it anytime.”

“I could even do it…..right now.”

“But nah.”

“Never hurts to wait a while.”


5. Kenpachi

“This is dumb.”

“I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Why do we even have these meetings?”

“Instead of meetings, we should all just fight each other.”

“I’d fight Kuchiki Byakuya so hard. That would be so awesome.”


6. Byakuya

“I can feel your eyes on me, barbarian.”

“I am going to have take such a long bath.”

“Hitsugaya is still wearing that scarf. Took the idea from me, of course.”

“I am a fashion icon.”

“Recognize.”


7. Hitsugaya

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit Kuchiki is looking at me.”

“Stand up straight, Hitsugaya. Be tall. Look smart.”

“As tall as you can, anyway.”

“Stop that! No short jokes in your own head!”

“I wonder if Kuchiki would be amused if I told him a short joke.”

“Maybe I should try that. One day.”


8. Komamura

“What an excellent point the head captain has made.”

“He is very wise as well as very strong.”

“I am glad that we can have these meetings so that I can see true leadership in action.”

“I hope that he is proud of me.”

“Maybe one day….he will pat me on the head as I have always dreamed.”


9. Shinji

“I did not miss these meetings. Ugh. It’s like being in school. Only standing up.”

“Like, at least in high school we had desks.”

“Although at least the head captain doesn’t give us homework. Homework sucks.”

“Okay well at least the meeting must be almost over. It’s been…….FIVE MINUTES?!?”

“I won’t survive this.”


10. Tosen

“I hate listening to you speak, Yamamoto Genryusai.”

“All you speak are lies.”

“There is no justice here.”

“There is no justice anywhere.”

“Except maybe with Komamura.”


11. Kyoraku

“I hope Ukitake is doing okay. Looks a bit wobbly.”

“I should go and have tea with him later. See how he’s doing.”

“If Nanao-chan will give me the time off, anyway!”

“Look at all these youngsters. Paying such good attention.”

“Hopefully no one can tell I’m not listening.”


12. Kurotsuchi

“I wonder what Komamura’s brain looks like.”

“If I gave Unohana my new adrenaline drug, would she snap and kill everyone, or just go after Kenpachi?”

“This meeting is going a ridiculously long time. I should make some more time drugs.”

“Maybe one to speed up time for these meetings. And one that stops time, just for fun.”

“Now which captain could I trick into testing them for me?”


13. Rose

“They say that if you imagine the end of a song, it will no longer be stuck in your head.”

“But what if it’s a song you’re writing, and it doesn’t have an end yet?”

“Then I guess it just stays in your head forever.”

“Like pain. And grief.”

“I wonder if bone would make a good guitar pick.”


14. Ukitake

“I’m so glad I felt well enough to be here!”

“A little wobbly, but that is okay.”

“Pretty sure Kiyone and Sentaro are right outside, so if I faint, they’ll come and collect me.”

“I should have tea with Kyoraku later. See how he’s doing.”

“Hopefully I’ll be well enough for that.”

Ready or Not-Chris Schistad Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Some sensuality and it may be kind of awkward

Originally posted by hermantommeraasitaliansource

 Relationships have a lot of firsts: first kiss, first date, first time meeting parents, first fight, first time making up, first trip. However, the one first that everyone seems to care about is that first time because it’s supposed to tell everyone involved in the relationship whether or not they have chemistry or supposedly if they have a chance at all since what is conversational chemistry without chemistry in the bedroom? Plus, it doesn’t help that after a couple’s first time, friends from both people in the relationship demand to know every single detail—-well, at least the girls do, which was why Y/N felt extremely uncomfortable when Noora, Vilde, Eva, Sana, and Girl Chris cornered her during break.

   “So?” Vilde asked suggestively.

   “So what?” Y/N murmured as she started nibbling on her blueberry muffin.

   “How was it?” Vilde asked, nudging Y/N’s shoulder.

   “How was what?” Y/N responded, completely and utterly confused.

   Vilde groaned and rolled her eyes, but Noora answered. “It’s not really any of our business, but Vilde—-and the rest of us—-want to know how good Chris is in the sack.”

   Noora’s blunt tone mixed with the subject matter nearly made Y/N choke on her food. She coughed for a moment, nearly slapping herself in the chest, as she tried to think of a response.

   “What?” she sputtered out.

   “Well, Chris did pull you out of the party last night early and you text me at three AM that you were sleeping over at his,” Vilde said. “We were just connecting the dots.”

   Y/N shook her head and groaned. “Well, you connected the wrong dots. I slept over at Chris’ because I was too drunk and lazy to go home—-I’m lucky he didn’t kick me out.”

   “That would make him a terrible boyfriend,” Girl Chris mused.

   “Wait, so you’re telling us that you and Chris still haven’t done it?” Sana asked.

   Y/N hesitated before shrugging and continuing to pick at her muffin. She knew that it was kind of ridiculous to be dating Chris Schistad of all boys for three months without giving it up. The fact that she had a relationship with Chris Schistad confused her still since she did think he asked her out as some sort of cruel joke or a way to win a bet. Actually, Chris asked her out three times and she turned him down all three since Y/N not only knew of his reputation, but also never liked putting herself out there. There was a reason Y/N’s only other serious relationship was when she was in kindergarten and it was only serious by kindergartner definitions. Anyway, if it weren’t for Eva, Vilde, Sana, and Girl Chris encouraging Y/N to put herself out there—-Noora was stubborn in her belief that Chris was like any other player—-Y/N wouldn’t have told Chris that she would be open to going to a movie together the next time she saw him. Quickly after that, Y/N was no longer the shy, quiet girl in the bus but now Chris’ first-year girlfriend. Y/N was also surprised how Chris didn’t mind only fooling around before Y/N made up some excuse to stop or leave. However, he did seem irritated occasionally about it and that gave Y/N anxiety since Chris could literally have any girl he wanted in Oslo who was willing to sleep with him. In fact, why hadn’t Chris broken up with her already.

   “Why not?” Vilde asked. “Do you…not like him like that?”

   Y/N rolled her eyes. “Of course I do, Vilde, I’m not blind! Plus, he can be really sweet and caring when it’s just the two of us.”

   “Then why haven’t you banged him yet?” Girl Chris dead panned quietly.

  “Because…because I—”

   “Because you’re a virgin,” Eva whispered.

   Fear filled every part of Y/N’s body and it seemed to freeze her. Fortunately, only Girl Chris and Vilde looked surprised out of her friends. 

   “You are?” Vilde asked.

   “You’re lying.”

   Y/N huffed and ran a hand through her y/h/c locks. “I’m so sorry for not liking any guy enough to pin him down and ride him like a horse, but I haven’t.”

   “Why did you think she was lying?” Eva asked Girl Chris.

   Girl Chris shrugged. “In my experience, the quiet ones are always the freaks.”
   “Maybe Y/N is a freak.” Noora playfully nudged Y/N, making the girl smile a little.

   Y/N buried her face in her manicured hands. “I am but just a different kind. Ugh, I’m too old to still be a virgin.” 

  Noora wrapped her arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Hey, don’t let anyone, not even us, try to talk you into something you don’t want to—-but especially not Chris.”

   Y/N smiled at her blonde friend. “Thanks, Noora.”
  “But maybe you should talk to Chris about it,” Noora said. “He might like to know why he always has blue balls.”

   Y/N groaned. “I thought you were the mature one.”

  “I’m just stating facts—-he should know how you feel and if he isn’t cool with it, forget about him, there are millions of boys all around the world who would kill to be with you.”

   “Thanks and you’re right, I will talk to him about it.” 

    However, there was a sinking feeling of dread in Y/N’s chest. She absolutely hated talking about anything remotely sexual since she was so inexperienced and though she tried to educate herself on the subject, she found herself cringing instead of actually listening. Therefore, she wanted to avoid Chris for the rest of the day, but she couldn’t since he knew her schedule and always insisted on walking her outside from her last class. Y/N didn’t even pay attention to the proper conjugation of German since she was so anxious about walking with Chris and talking to him. She didn’t even know how to bring the subject up: “Yeah, that new X Men movie was crazy. By the way, I keep running away from sleeping with you because I’m an awkward virgin. Wanna get pizza?”

    Ugh, how was Y/N not still single?

    The final bell jarred Y/N from her thoughts but she took her time gathering up her homework and putting it in her bag. She was one of the last people to leave the classroom and her heart actually skipped a beat when she saw Chris leaning against the wall across from the classroom. Only her boyfriend could make a simple hoodie and jeans look so amazing. Plus, he had that smoldering gaze set on Y/N that made her entire body feel both jittery and like jello. Slowly, Y/N walked over to Chris and let him kiss her.

   “What took you so long? I could’ve grown a beard while waiting for you,” he teased.

   Y/N playfully slapped his chest. “Patience is a virtue, you know.”

   “Don’t make me wait too long next time or I might have to drag you out.” Though Chris was technically threatening her, his hot breath against the side of her neck and his sultry tone gave Y/N goosebumps everywhere. 

   She gulped as they continued walking down the hallway with most of the school staring at them as they went. Chris was so used to the attention that he ignored them but Y/N still felt extremely self conscious knowing that all the much better looking girls were wondering how someone like her got someone like him.

    “…and then milk came out of his nose!” Chris burst into laughter at his story while Y/N blinked and managed to fake a laugh.

   “Wow, that sucks.”

  “Yeah.”

   Y/N tightened the belt of her wool coat as they stepped into the cool late afternoon air and let Chris hold her hand as they furthered into the front school yard.

    “So, my parents are going to Athens this weekend and as punishment, I have to stay here so I can think about what I’ve done,” Chris said.

    “Does that mean there’s going to be insane parties at your house?”

   Chris paused and looked down at their joined hands. “Actually, I was hoping for some one on one time with you. We always go to parties and we rarely hang out—just the two of us.” 

   Just the two of us?

   By the suggestive look in his eye, Chris seemed to have less than innocent plans for their weekend together but Y/N still had to talk to him about why they haven’t gone all the way.

   “Oh? I don’t know—-my parents were pretty upset that I came home early this morning,” Y/N said.

   Actually, Y/N’s parents weren’t even home when she got there: her dad was in Paris for a work conference and her mother barely noticed Y/N’s existence since she was so busy as the assistant head of some big Norwegian PR firm. Y/N bit her bottom lip, hoping Chris wouldn’t see through the lie, but the smirk on his mouth seemed to say otherwise.

   “Come on, Y/N, I’m pretty sure that even if you murdered someone and got caught on camera doing it, your parents would kiss the floor you walk on,” Chris said. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to hang out with me all weekend.”

    The sad puppy dog face Chris pulled tugged on Y/N’s heartstrings. Though it was the cheapest attempt to make her feel bad, Chris’ attempts to be adorable got to Y/N.

   “No, not at all! I just, I don’t know, thought you might think I’m annoying after being around me for more than a few hours.”

   Chris laughed and cupped Y/N’s face in his hands. “You’re so cute.”

   “Stop it.”

 “You’re right…you’re actually beautiful.” 

  Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling herself actually melt on the inside. She kind of hated how cheesy it was, but it was the truth. Chris made her feel all giggly and weird like a schoolgirl or something. “What time should I come over?”

   “Twenty.”

   “I’ll see you then.” Y/N kissed him once more before heading home.


    “You have to look good,” Eva said.

    “Are you saying I don’t look good now?” Y/N teased as she pulled at her black sweatpants.

    Almost immediately after she accepted Chris’ invitation to stay over at his place for the weekend, Y/N called the girls over to her house to help her prepare. Now, Chris calling her beautiful didn’t magically compel Y/N to want to give up her V card but it did encourage her to be more forthright about her feelings. However, that didn’t mean that Y/N couldn’t look as much of a bombshell as possible which was why Noora, Eva, and Vilde were pulling clothes from Y/N’s closet while Sana, Y/N, and Girl Chris sat on Y/N’s bed to help her decide.

    “What about black? It’s dark and sultry,” Vilde offered, holding a black halter dress against herself.

    “I forgot I even owned that,” Y/N said.

    “Besides, you wear too much black,” Noora said.

     “Hey!”

    “She’s right,” Sana said with a shrug. “Besides, you don’t want to make Chris think you’re giving it up, unless you want to.”

    “I haven’t decided yet.”

    “How about this?” Eva grabbed a pretty white romper. “It’s really cute.”

    “And easy to stain,” San said.

    Of course, it was Noora who grabbed the perfect outfit: a red t-shirt dress that landed in the middle of Y/N’s thighs. It was loose enough to be comfortable but fitted enough to give her a shape. “Psychological studies have proven that women who wear red attract more men, plus, you’ll stay comfortable.”

    “It’s perfect! Thanks, Noora.”

    “Don’t thank her just yet, we still have to do your hair,” Sana said.

   “And makeup!” Girl Chris added.

   A couple hours later, Y/N was trying not to tremble as she knocked on Chris’ door. Almost immediately after, he answered it. He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, making Y/N feel super overdressed.

   “Hi,” she said.

   “Hey, you look amazing. Are you hitting a party after this or something?” Chris asked.

   “No, just hanging out with you.”

   You can do this, Y/N, just tell Chris that you’re uncomfortable with sex.

   “You hungry?” Chris asked.

   “Yeah!” 

   That’s okay, you can just tell him after you eat.

   By offering Y/N food, Chris meant that he had ordered a huge pizza with all of Y/N’s favorite toppings along with mozzarella sticks. So, of course, Y/N couldn’t eat and talk about her feelings at the same time.

   “I love that you know how much I love cheese,” Y/N said after swallowing another slice of pizza.

    “Oh, so you don’t love me?” Chris teased.

    “What?” Y/N straightened up. “I never said that.”

    “You never didn’t not say it.”

     Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and reached for the plate of mozzarella sticks only to have Chris snatch them away. He cocked an eyebrow as though challenging her.

    “Haha, very funny, now hand them over.”

   “Not until you tell me the truth.”

   “I’ll tell you the truth when you give me my mozzarella sticks.”

   “Nice try.”

   “Chris!”

   “Y/N!”

   She calmly stood and walked over to Chris’ side of the table only for Chris to quickly back away. “Chris, I want mozzarella sticks.”

   “And I want my girlfriend to tell me she loves me.”

   Then, they quickly began chasing each other around Chris’ dining room. Of course, Chris was much swifter than Y/N but that didn’t stop Y/N from trying. She didn’t know how long she had been running, but she had a single goal in mind: to eat some mozzarella sticks. Plus, she was having far too much fun chasing Chris around. Finally, she had him cornered, her heart was pounding and there was some sweat beading on her forehead. Chris raised the plate above his head, keeping it out of Y/N’s reach and the girl groaned as she got in his face.

    “Give me the mozzarella sticks,” Y/N muttered, feigning viciousness.

    “Tell me what I want to hear.”

     Y/N groaned. “You already know I love you so this is just mean!”
    Y/N was partially joking and it wasn’t until she stopped chuckling and realize the serious look in Chris’ eyes. She’s only seen him look at her that way a couple of times and all those times was right before they started fooling around. Whenever Chris gave her that look, he made her feel completely exposed—-not in a he caught her naked kind of way but in a he could see her soul kind of way. It was the most nerve wracking thing ever but before she could really dwell on it, he would kiss her and then she would get so caught up in the moment that she would forget about her anxiety. Slowly, Chris lowered the plate of mozzarella sticks, eyes still glued to Y/N’s.

    “Uh, thanks?” But Y/N couldn’t bring herself to reach for one.

    Suddenly, Y/N didn’t see the mozzarella sticks. She didn’t notice Chris set them down or put them away, but all she knew was that in a single second she was chest to chest with Chris. She inhaled his spicy cologne before looking up into his eyes. He leaned further towards her, brushing his nose against hers—-a gesture which usually made her laugh but this time didn’t—-as he pressed his mouth against hers. Almost immediately, Y/N tangled her hands in his silky short locks while he grabbed at her waist pulling her closer. It always amazed Y/N how Chris and she managed to kiss with open mouths without spit getting every where. Then, Chris picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued making out. She felt the smooth wood of the dining table on her back as they continued making out when Chris pulled away.

    “I love you so much—-you actually drive me insane.”

    “Is that a good thing?” Y/N breathed.

    “Always.” Chris began trailing kisses from her jawline down to her neck.

    Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she leaned back, relaxing against the table. However, when she felt Chris’ hand begin to climb under her skirt, she began to get nervous.

    You have to do this, it’s now or never, Noora seemed to say in Y/N’s mind.

    She told herself to breathe as she slowly sat up and gently pushed Chris away. “Chris—”

    “What?” Chris seemed surprised at Y/N’s actions as he paused and looked up at her.

   “I need to tell you something.”

    Chris pulled his hand from under her skirt and placed his hands on either side of her hips, raising an eyebrow in expectation. Y/N took another deep breath.

    “Ican’thavesexwithyoubecauseI’mavirgin.Well,notjustbecauseofthat—-I’msuperawkwardaboutsexandyou’rereallyexperiencedfromwhatIhear—-notthatthat’sabadthing—andI’mafraidofgettinghurtbecauseIgottooclosetosomeonesoyoushouldprobablygofindsomeothergirltomesswithbecauseI’mjustnotreadyyet.” Y/N sat still and stared at Chris, who only looked confused.

   “What?”

   “Please don’t make me say it again. I’m a super awkward virgin and I’m afraid of getting too close and getting hurt so you should just go find some other girl who is…experienced at this kind of thing.”

   “But I don’t want some other girl, I want you—I meant what I said when I told you I love you.” Chris played with the hem of Y/N’s skirt. “Plus, I already knew you’re a virgin.”

    Y/N opened her mouth to ask why but Chris interrupted, “Like you said, you’re always awkward but that’s because you’re in your head too much. And I get the fear of getting hurt when you get close to people, but doesn’t everyone? Besides, I would never, ever hurt you so if you need to wait, then I’m okay with waiting.”

   “R-really?”
   “Yeah, I’m not the complete jerk that everyone seems to think that I am.”Chris pulled away and held his hand out to her. “Come on, let’s eat some mozzarella sticks.”

   It felt like a giant weight had been lifted off of Y/N’s shoulders—Chris knew about her insecurities and he was okay with that. It only made her love him more and convinced her that maybe this relationship was the real deal. Even though they only ate pizza, watched movies, and played games that weekend, Y/N was a lot more comfortable about sleeping with Chris.

19 Days Omegaverse Chapter 1

So I started this fic like a month ago and finally completed it! This is the first time I ever wrote a fic or really contributed to a fandom before. Also a HUGE TON of thanks to my best friend @ jimpson22 for editing and encouraging me to write this, also if it wasn’t for her this fic would not have smut ;p. The rest will be uploaded by chapter this weekend and it gets NSFW in later chapters. Total 6 chapters, enjoy!! 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6  

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Staring Game

AN: I’M BACK!!!!!!!!!!! midterms just finished and i barely survived lmao 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by dailyspiderman

The teacher droned on and on about who knows what at this point. Every student in the room was either on their phone, asleep or about to fall asleep. I was quietly doodling pictures of Spider-Man (my current obsession) on the corner of my notebook when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head and met the eyes of Peter Parker. I smiled at him. His eyes went wide before averting his gaze from me and pretended to write on his notebook as if he wasn’t staring at me just a few seconds ago. I giggled and turned back to my drawing.

“So to get the measurements of each side of a triangle, you have to…”

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Lucky Strike. Part I.

Summary: Adrien is curious.

Pairing: MariNoir (Miraculous Ladybug)

Wordcount: 11.200 (WHAT IS AIR)

Rating: T? I’ll just be safe with that. 

Also, Hugs to @rkaoril who made sure this actually had SOME COHERENCY.

Link to Ao3

Part I | Part II | Part III |


Warmth.

That was the only word Adrien could settle on to describe Marinette. It was kind of hard to reconcile the image of the shy stuttering girl he usually saw, to the one he was noticing just now… Whenever he wasn’t around, of course.

Adrien couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment when he’d began noticing the shy girl; but he’d caught them. From afar, of course. He figured that it had something to do with the fact that was still somewhat new. After all, most of their classmates had been together for years already.

Sure, she could be clumsy, and sure, it wasn’t like she wasn’t nervous sometimes; judging by the flailing freak outs he saw Alya contain, but there was more. Granted, he expected her to be warm towards Alya, they were best friends; but he had realized that her warmth extended to almost all their classmates. She would share a lovely smile to them, and he had noticed, that she’d brought small presents for their birthday. Nino had gotten a lovely case for his headphones, for instance. Alya a new shirt, which she promptly modelled for everyone. Alix some gloves, Mylene a new headband and so on. Everyone had gotten a little token of appreciation from the girl.

Except him, of course. And Chloé, Adrien figured; but he really hoped that it wasn’t an equivalent situation.

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Drama

Philip Hamilton x Reader
Words: 1325
Request: Can you do a philip hamilton where the reader and him both hate eachother but their friends force them together and they end liking eachother? Btw i am actually in love with your blog, i always find myself on it even when im not looking for ham stuff

THANKYOU ANON YOU’RE SO SWEET LIKE CINNAMON

here’s my fun lil story for the day: i did my drama solo performance in class (which was the first solid drama thing i’ve done in two years) and it went well! i got a lot of good comments back on it, which was amazing considering that i literally made it up on the spot (oops). don’t procrastinate, kids. 

also i watched lin’s drunk history episode and i’ve gotta say… i’ve never related to him more in my life. oops. don’t drink, kids.

honestly i set such a bad example. oops. don’t set bad examples, kids.

WELL WITH THAT i have early choir tomorrow and i have not been getting any sleep whatsoever (my life is falling apart oops) so i’m going to go now! well, not go. more like scroll through tumblr for a few hours and then attempt to sleep. but anyway, have a good day / night / afternoon / morning!

requests are open as usual aaaaand my masterlist will be linked below! take care of yourselves, gorgeous people x

Masterlist

Originally posted by beat-without-a-melody

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Your first day of the year was already looking good. So far, you had had all your favourite subjects and none of them had been a complete disaster. Plus, the one person you had been avoiding hadn’t been placed in any of your classes. So far, anyway.

You had completed five out of six of your classes for the day, meaning you only had one left to go. It was drama, which was led by one of your favourite teachers. You were kind of being bias as your father taught drama, but hey, he’s one of the best. The only bad thing about having your father, Thomas Jefferson, was he would know if you skipped a class. But, that was the price you had to pay.

You walked in early, knowing organisation was important to your father. You smiled, taking a seat on a couch in the corner of the room. “Hey, dad,” You said, watching him write on the whiteboard. He turned his head, raising his eyebrow.

“I’m not your father when we’re at school. You should know that by now,” He said, putting the whiteboard marker on his desk and crossing his arms. “You’re early for once.”

“For once? I’m always early,” You retorted, pouting.

“Well, your teachers tell me otherwise. By the way, I should warn you before the others get here, there’s someone in this class that you may not get along with very well…” Thomas stated, sitting down at his desk and opening his computer.

“Well, that’d be weird considering I get along with almost everyone. Who is it?” You asked.

The door swung open. You both turned your heads, your eyes widening when you saw the freckly face that you loathed. “Hamilton,” You growled, crossing your arms. “I thought I was doing well at avoiding you.”

The smile on Philip’s face faded when he saw you, turning into a scowl. His friend Richard followed behind him. “Jefferson,” Philip replied, going to the opposite corner of the room and taking a seat. It wasn’t long before the rest of the class joined you. Your friend, Theodosia, sat next to you.

“So what’s all the tension for?” She whispered, ignoring your father as he ranted about Brecht’s epic theatre techniques.

“The idiot is here,” You mumbled, glancing over at Philip. You watched as he mucked around with his friend, completely disregarding everything that was happening in the class.

“He’s not an idiot, he just doesn’t try hard in school. You know he’s nice to everyone… it’s just because you’re a-“

“Jefferson. I know,” You interrupted, looking back at the board to see your father glaring at you. You gulped slightly, moving closer to Theodosia.

“I’m sure if you two sat down and settled your differences, everything would be fine. He’s not even that bad,” She whispered, starting to take notes. You rolled your eyes, sighing.

When the class finished, you couldn’t be more relieved to get out of the classroom. You waved to your father, who you knew was going to be staying back to work on the musical. You had been informed that morning that you would be catching the bus home with Theodosia… and Philip.

“Do you wanna grab a snack after school? Me and Richard were thinking of meeting at that new smoothie place in the mall,” Theodosia asked as you both walked towards the bus stop.

“With Richard? Ugh, no. That means Hamilton will probably be there,” You replied, crossing your arms and stepping onto the bus. You scanned your ticket, taking a seat.

“Well what else are you going to do while Mr. Jefferson is working on the musical? Study? Do homework? It’s the first day back, you can’t,” Theodosia stated plainly, sitting next to you.

“Well, I was planning on taking a nap, maybe ordering a pizza considering dad won’t be home. He’s started this weird vegan diet that he’s forcing me into,” You reply, shrugging. “It’s just gonna be a chill night with me and no one else.”

“Please come with me. It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll pay for anything you want?” Theodosia suggested.

“With what money?” You replied, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, I’m actually making an income now that I have a job! Plus, dad paid me for all the good grades I got. I can actually afford stuff for once.”

You sighed quietly when the bus came to a halt, stopping outside the mall. Theodosia got up, holding out her hand. “Come on,” She said.

You groaned, taking her hand and letting her drag you off the bus. “This is gonna be great! I can see it now, you and Philip will be getting along amazingly after tonight- I mean, juice! Yay!”

You raised your eyebrow, shrugging slightly. “You’re insane.” Theodosia laughed.

“Do you mind if I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my dad to let him know what time to pick me up,” Theodosia asked. You nodded slowly, handing her your phone. She smiled.

“I’ll meet you at the juice bar. Save a booth, alright?”

You nodded slowly, walking in the direction of the juice bar. You sighed when seeing Philip sitting in a booth, reading a book and ignoring his surroundings. You slid into the booth across from him, grabbing your own book from your bag and ignoring him.After a while, the silence ended with Philip’s voice.

“Did Theo ditch you like Richard ditched me?”

You looked up from your book, raising your eyebrow. “Doubt it. She was making a call to her father,” You replied.

“So was Richard. He took my phone,” Philip stated.

“Damn, Theo took my phone too,” You said, going back to your book.

“Hey, the mall is closing soon. We can’t find them without are phones… what are we gonna do?” Philip asked, grabbing his book and standing up.

“Don’t know. I’ll catch the bus home and then send her an email I guess,” You stated, putting your book back into your bag. “You?”

“My father didn’t know I left the house. He’s probably furious… I was supposed to be taking care of my siblings,” He mumbled.

“You have siblings?” You asked in confusion.

“Yeah, six,” He stated. Your eyes widened.

“Holy-“

“I know. It’s a lot. But… wait, why am I telling you this? I hate you,” Philip said, biting his lip. He walked towards the exit, hanging his head low. You sighed quietly, following him.

“Uh… Philip, I know we’re supposed to be enemies and everything but I’ve never really felt safe catching the bus home by myself. We’re on the same route and it would mean a lot to me if you sat with me…” You said quietly, biting your lip. Philip raised his eyebrow, shaking his head and walking slightly faster. “Please. I’ll put in a good word with my father about your grade?”

Philip stopped, turning to look at you. “Promise?” He asked quietly. You nodded. “Okay, we have a deal then.”

“Wait, really? You’ll do it?” You asked, your eyes widening. A smile lit up your face.

“Well, it’s not like I wasn’t going to do it. I just wanted to see what I could get out of you. You and your father are both pretty easy to manipulate…”

“Wow. I was about to comment on the fact that you’re not as bad as I thought you were… guess you’re failing drama,” You said, shrugging and walking ahead of Philip. Philip grabbed your wrist quickly.

“I was joking. Look, I know that we just hate each other because of our fathers. It’d be nice to get to know you properly and this might be the opportunity. I’m not going to give that up,” Philip said, smiling. He let go of your wrist.

“Okay, Hamilton. And what if we end up hating each other as much as we already do?”

“Then we are mortal enemies I guess.”

“Well, then let’s see how this goes.”

A Long Time Coming

Summary: College AU where teacher!Dan brings his youtuber boyfriend to meet his students for the first time, and Phil’s nervous, to say the least.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: Last fic of 2014 whoa. I’m not going to be all sappy dw, just a quick little thank you for sticking around and reading my fics and stuff this year. <3

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Mr. Irwin (Ashton Irwin Imagine)

Summary: Ashton becomes your new art teacher and gives you a detention. ;)
Pairing: You and Ashton Irwin
Word Count: 681
Warnings: minor dirty innuendos ;) and a lil bit of dominant ash

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I walked into my art class, ignoring everyone around me as I took a seat. It was the last class of the day and it didn’t begin for another 4 minutes. So I took out my sketchbook and began to doodle.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. A tall, gorgeous, blond man walked into class and gave us a smile. 

“Hello, I am your new teacher for the rest of the year. Unfortunately, Mr. Brooks suddenly retired as he was getting too old to teach the class. So, here I am!” He laughed before continuing, “Okay, but getting serious, as long as you respect me, I think we’ll get along just fine.” He smiled.

He began writing something on the white board.

Mr. Irwin

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Anon prompted: can you please please please please please please please please write a Klaine/Harry Potter crossover? :-) :-)

Once, while giggling through the hallways on a lazy Saturday, they had stumbled upon a room with big, comfortable bed, candles everywhere and music playing softly in the background. Looking back, they realized they probably should have stopped and wondered about it a little more but at the time, they had just taken all kinds of advantage of the privacy that the room offered. 

Because for a huge castle like Hogwarts, it didn’t offer many secluded spots for two students from different houses. 

“Rooms can’t just disappear!” Kurt whined a few weeks later after being shooed away from an empty classroom. “Oh, okay, so they can,” he added when Blaine raised his eyebrows at him. “But they shouldn’t! It’s not fair!" 

"You’re so cute when you get frustrated with magic,” Blaine said with a smile and pulled Kurt closer by his waist. 

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anonymous asked:

I keep trying to tell myself everything will be okay if I revise but I'm scared I won't and I keep procrastinating. I'm terrified I'm going to fail my exams and I can't stop thinking about it

Hey there!

Let’s do some deep breathing to help calm you down. One of my favorite deep breathing techniques is…

  • breath in for 4 seconds
  • hold your breath for 7 seconds
  • exhale breath for 8 seconds

repeat once or twice more.

This causes an autonomic nervous system shift from a sympathetic (fight or flight reaction) state to a parasympathetic response.

Use this for panic/anxiety attacks, exams, presentations.

When you’ve calmed down and practiced deep breathing, something that I would like to share with you is a couple links that I really think can help you…

Why Grades Don’t = Intelligence:

As someone who often struggles with testing, I’ve got some tips for you on how you can prepare for your exams and some tips on how to stop procrastinating and get things done!

Preparing for exams-

  • Review your syllabus- This helps you know and understand due dates and key study notes or even things that could be on the exam.
  • Pay attention in class- This is major. Often times when big tests or exams that are coming up your teacher will share things that could benefit you during the exam. Also its important to pay attention in class because if you’re not paying attention its a good way to fall behind and falling behind sucks!
  • Take good notes- Make sure you can read your handwriting. It helps me to write in pen and color code certain topics so help me highlight key points and ideas.
  • Make studying a daily thing for you- This helps train your brain. In easier terms having a set study time really helps because its creating a schedule for you to follow and hopefully learn from!
  • Create an exam template or format that you can study from. Pretty much just like a good notes page or even a practice exam. You might need to chat with your teacher about getting a template or a practice sheet. But I personally find it helpful to create your own “pre exam”
  • When studying for exams please do yourself the extra favor and leave your phone and other electronics away from you because having the phone is a major distraction for almost everyone!
  • Review passed assignments or worksheets that were handed back to you, chances are some of the material on those papers will be on the exam!
  • Ask for help when needed! Again, this is major. Asking for help doesn’t make you less smart in fact it shows that you’re wanting to learn something new and get places with your life.
  • Take breaks when needed. When I study I study for 30 minutes then take a 5 minute break and get some water or fresh air then return back to studying. Breaks are important because everyone needs to just sit back sometimes and think.

Helpful links-

Overcoming Procrastination

  1. Procrastinate. Yes, I know what I just said. PROCRASTINATE. This might seem crazy, but I find that if you allot yourself about 10 minutes of time to actually procrastinate, your body can get over that I-don’t-want-to-be-productive stage. I suggest “wasting” time by cleaning up your study area. It is a way of being productive while procrastinating studying or homework. So, clear off you desk, wipe it down, if you’re into disinfecting like I am, disinfect the area and breathe in that wonderful 99.9% germ-free scent. If you still have time left, go ahead and go through any social media that you are dying to check or that usually distracts you while you’re working. Now you have a clean space to work in (which I find helpful and motivating) and no social media buzz tempting your brain.
  2. Get rid of your phone. Phone, tablet, iPod, whatever electronic device that is not needed for your task you should “get rid of.” Mine is usually my phone. I usually silence it and turn it upside down so I can’t see the screen. Either that, or I will put it in another room. Out of sight, out of mind. This way you will not be tempted to go through social media or play games on your phone or other electronic device.
  3. Music. Put on your best studying/ motivational music. For me, its either classical pieces or film scores. Whatever music keeps you focused and gets you in the mood to study,listen to it. Chances are if you listen to the same genre whenever you are studying then upon your listening to this music your brain will recognize that it is time to get to work.
  4. Get your work in front of you. One of the best things I can do for myself when tempted to procrastinate is to just put the work on my desk in front of me. I hate staring at it. I hate it being there. I just want to get it out of the way so I won’t have to look at it anymore. Even though I will be mentally cursing the work in my head, I’m always relieved when I don’t have to look at it  or worry about it anymore.
  5. Adjust your planner. I get it. Sometimes you just have a bad day and looking at your planner and all of the things you have left to do just make it worse. I’ve been there. I think we all have. I suggest numbering off your tasks in order of importance. Accomplish the top 3 at the least. Sometimes a heavily loaded planner can make us feel overwhelmed and want to procrastinate all of the work ahead of us. Just start with the first 3. Maybe if you’re left feeling motivated enough, you can move on to task 4, then 5, and so on. If you finish the 3 and are just completely done and exhausted mentally (and perhaps physically), that’s okay. You did the tasks that held the most importance and that is an accomplishment! It’s okay to feel overwhelmed and take a break sometimes. You’re allowed.
  6. Just do it. Nike adds are right. Sometimes the best way to overcome procrastination is to just do your work. I know, I know, you’re tired of seeing this suggestion. I’ll be completely honest, I am too. Who ever just wants to do things? Ugh. However, as much as I hate to admit it, this is usually the best method to get things done. Take for example if you’re revising a paper. Start with fixing one point, then do one more. Eventually you’ll have your entire draft revised in no time. You have to force yourself into your motivation. Once you just do it, all of your work will get done before you know it!

Hope this helps! Keep me updated? x

anonymous asked:

Hi Max. I suffer from anxiety and I self harm. I'm going into High School and I'm a little nervous as to how it's going to go. Should I be nervous when entering high school?

No! High school can be a horrible, awful, experience, but it can also be a lot of fun. It’s totally unlike any other four years of your life, and if you approach it with the right attitude, you can come out a much different human being than if you consciously focus your entire lifeforce on being bitter about the whole ordeal.

Step one, knock off the self harm. I did that shit too, it sucks, and I know it’s not simply a matter of stopping because you feel like it, but really try to put an end to it. Or, like I’ve recently discovered, abuse yourself productively with [healthy] exercise or with a [healthy] gross diet. When I was trying to quit smoking, a girl told me I should try carrying around a pack of baby carrots instead, and I wanted to rip off her head and hurl it into the sun, so I can understand how my advice might sound completely asinine, but I’d happily trade a bunch of embarrassing razor scars from my “Hot Topic years” for having been in better shape as a teenager.

The best advice I can give you about high school is to not take it too seriously. I mean this on a social level and on an educational level. Grades and test scores will determine what kind of a college you go to, and play a big part in what kind of a life you have, but thinking about it like that that will just fuck you up. Study, pay attention, and work hard, but don’t feel like if you miss a single homework assignment, you’ve somehow failed at life. High school isn’t real life. High school is a cartoon tutorial mode for real life populated with annoying half-child, half-adult creatures called teenagers. Try to form good habits like turning your work in on time and paying attention in class, but don’t let your spirit animal become a clenched fist. Try to take it easy.

On a social level, the people who flourish in high school and the people who flounder will fare entirely differently after graduating. It’s not like some teen movie where as a rule, the jocks all get jobs as fat guys at gas stations and the nerds all invent the next Google and marry sexy underwear models. Some of the nerds will work at gas stations and some of the jocks will go on to be very successful. I mean, shit, I worked at a gas station after high school. But then I got a job being whatever the hell I am now.

The social structure of high school is very real when you’re in it, but after the fact, it’s a big joke. Popularity is ephemeral. You’ll mostly remember your one-on-one connections. Try to make friends with as many different kinds of people as you can. Don’t look at someone and be like “ugh you’re rich and pretty, you’re probably a dick,” or “Ew, a GAMER.” If they treat you like shit, don’t sweat it. You won’t stay friends (or enemies) with everyone afterwards, but when you get along with your fellow inmates, it makes four years pass a lot more enjoyably. 

Don’t even stress about dating. If it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, you’re not defective. I spent high school obsessing on how everyone else had sex but me. I had a crush on a different girl every week, and was completely oblivious to all the girls who had crushes on me. When a girl I liked talked to me, I got butterflies in my stomach, and I’d go home and beat off furiously. In senior year, I still hadn’t had sex, but wound up fooling around with a really cute twenty-something blonde girl who was a bank teller for my credit union a town over. In retrospect, that was fucking badass, but at the time I was still like “Buhhhh, none of the girls at my school wanna date me!” because I was still in high school and the kind of stupid mentality you can get stuck in.

Anyway, in terms of actual school stuff, you’ll feel constantly busy and overwhelmed in high school, and everyone will make it sound like you’re doing the most important work ever, but it’s mostly testing your ability to manage your time, multi-task, and deal with bureaucracy.

I think it was in the final week of senior year, I had to take this dumb little piece of paper around and have all my teachers sign off on it to say I could graduate. Most of them were like “Aw man, senior year. Go have fun!” and signed the paper, but a couple were total dicks over missing homework assignments or unreturned protractors or other petty shit, and I had to smooth everything out. In retrospect, I realize how completely idiotic this whole paper-signing process was, since all our grades were entered online and teachers emailed administration, so I honestly think the whole ordeal was just a lesson in real-world bureaucracy.

High school’s like that sometimes. People make it seem like the important lessons are the ones that say “LESSON” on them in big ugly-ass Comic Sans and are worth twenty percent of your midterm grade, but in reality, it’s how you divide yourself between that learning that lesson, and the corresponding ones in your five or six other classes, your social life, plans for the future, growing independence, budding sexuality, parents who just don’t get it and a whole bunch of other crap.

Should you be nervous? No, man. It’s like that Bruce Lee quote about water. Go with the flow, be strong yet flexible. Relax. If you are nervous, that’s totally okay. Nervousness is just excitement that’s not fun. Put some cool sunglasses on your nervousness, get excited. If high school was meant to be taken totally seriously, the majority of movies about it wouldn’t be comedies.

the ‘my roommate’s best friend bother is really obnoxious but also hot’ au - aka the one where Sam and Cas go to college together and Dean hangs out way too much on a campus he doesn’t attend

The sight that met him as he walked into his suite was obnoxious but not surprising. His roommate Sam had an older brother who came by the campus way too often for being a twenty-six year old man who most definitely did not have a student ID. As usual, Dean was hanging out on their futon playing a video game on the xbox. Castiel sighed and allowed the door to shut before walking further into the room, coming to stand directly in front of Dean and the TV. 

“You know, you make a better door than a window, Cas,” Dean accused, pausing his game even as he attempted to move over to see better, but Castiel moved with him. “Dude, what the hell?" 

"Do you go here?” he asked. 

“What?" 

"I said, do you go here? Do you suddenly attend classes here and pay tuition? Because if not, I am not sure why you are always here in our room." 

Dean stared up at him with a look of shock painted all over his face - jaw dropped, eyes wide, skin paler than before - as if he couldn’t believe Castiel was saying these things. Maybe he couldn’t. Sam was too nice to tell Dean to leave but Castiel was done being nice. "Ugh- no, I don’t go here, but-”

“Then, you should leave.” He didn’t say anything else, he just made his way over to his bed and sat on it, crossing his legs. The worst part about Dean being around all of the time was the constant reminder of his sexuality. Dean was hot; he was so hot it made Castiel have wet dreams, which he hadn’t had something like that since middle school, but he was having them constantly now. It was embarrassing. 

“Sam said I could stay,” Dean protested, sounding a lot younger when he whined. “You can do your homework in the library or somethin’, that’s what it’s for, Cas." 

Castiel glowered over at Dean in discomfort. "If you stay, I will not be held responsible for what I do." 

"What the hell does that mean?” Dean unpaused his game and returned to slaying zombies with a roll of his eyes. “Fuckin’ weirdo." 

His hands clenched into fists and then he decided that he would just do it. Castiel stood up before he could second guess himself and stormed over and straddled Dean’s lap, much to Dean’s shock. Hands shaking and ice cold, Castiel held Dean’s face and leaned into him, pressing a needy kiss onto Dean’s mouth. At first, Dean was too stunned to do anything, so Castiel reveled in Dean not tossing him to the floor and yelling at him; he just kept kissing him. 

And kissing him. 

And- 

Why wasn’t Dean tossing him down yet? Why- 

As Dean recovered himself, he felt the older man wrap his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if Dean had been waiting on Castiel to make the first move for years. Dean teased his tongue along Castiel’s bottom lip but he opened his mouth and allowed him entry. They both sighed into the kiss and everything stilled - the sounds of the video game, the happenings outside, and the hallway all faded. It was just him and Dean Winchester making out on the couch. 

It wasn’t until the door opened and Sam’s incredulous, ”Guys!!“, that they pulled away and stared at each other. Castiel blinked slowly and Dean returned the stare of shock and wonderment. He could feel Dean’s bulge pressing against his own; they stared at each other as if one were the stars and the other the moon for what felt like forever. Eventually, Dean’s face began to turn red and he looked away, as if ashamed. Sam was leaving. 

Castiel gasped. "I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“Don’t be,” Dean muttered. “It was nice… the kiss." 

He nodded in slow agreement. "Again?” His voice never moved higher than a whisper. 

Dean leaned in, almost kissing him, before replying in the same heated whisper, “Again."