i hope she gets more attacks

you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her. 

all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess. 

Nightmares

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x reader

Requested: nope

Warnings: none

Word count: 969 (I know it’s small don’t judge please)


A/N OKAY, this is something I spent a lot of time writing, and actually got detention because I was writing part of it during an EXTREMELY BORING history class, so I really hope you like it!


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   (Y/N) woke up into the night. The attacks were getting more frequent each day, and so were her nightmares. Sitting up and resting her head on the headboard of her bed, acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, she grudgingly got out of bed dragging her blanket with her, and headed downstairs to the golden and red common room. 

   She threw herself on the couch opposite the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, a roaring fire appeared in it. She covered herself with the blanket, also covering her nearly bare feet. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that belong to her best friend since third year, Sirius Black. Although his scent still lingered off of the shirt and provided some comfort, it wasn’t enough to help her fall back asleep. She shifted on the couch, so that her face reflected the light of the fire as she stared absent mindlessly into the fireplace.


   Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the night due to a noise that came from downstairs. After multiple attempts to fall asleep, he gave up and headed towards the common room.

   He had reached the top of the staircase when the light coming from downstairs made him wince. Once his ayes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend, (Y/N) Lawson lying on t he couch.

“Couldn’t sleep, Lawson?” he asked


   (Y/N) turned upon hearing her friend’s voice, seeing him descend the stairs half naked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a toned chest and a more-than-generous six-pack.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk already finding itself on his face

“don’t flatter yourself Black, and no, I couldn’t sleep” she stated, and then, so silently so that he couldn’t hear “the nightmares are getting worse”

       But he heard. The smirk immediately disappeared from his face, turning into a frown. She sat upright, making space for her friend to sit besides her. He placed a hand around her shoulders, and she rested her head on the crook of his neck.

“How bad?” he sighed

“Very”

“Meaning?”

   She hesitated a bit before deciding to tell him

“I dream of… attacks… everywhere. We’re on the train, when suddenly a group of Death Eaters march in, heading straight for our compartment.

   Sirius sighed, (Y/N)’s parents are muggles, putting (Y/N) in great danger.

“they grab me” (Y/N) continued “use the cruciatus curse on me, torture me until I’m practically begging for death. Then, they kill me, slowly. The rest of you just sat there chatting, like you couldn’t see, or hear m, or you just didn’t care.”

(Y/N) hadn’t realized she had started crying.

   Sirius hugged her, pulling her even closer to him. His heart broke seeing her like this. (Y/N) was normally such a happy person. But ever since Voldermort had started gaining more power and followers, the mischievous glint behind her eyes was nearly gone.

   But that last statement had really shocked him ‘or you just didn’t care’ what the hell was she even talking about? Placing a hand under her chin, he gently pushed it upwards so that he was looking directly into her eyes.

“(Y/N) Lawson, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. You have been one of my best friends-if not my best- since third year. And being so close to me means that all James, Remus and Peter care deeply about you”he paused, not knowing how to continue “Remember in out fifth year, when that Ravenclaw broke your heart?” 

“Yeah..” she chuckled a bit despite the situation “you punched him, breaking his nose, James hexed him into puking birds for a little over a month and Remus, given his prefect status, gave him detention for a good two months.”

“Exactly! So don’t you ever think, not even for a second, that the four out of five marauders would abandon the fifth one during a death eater attack” 


   These words brought new tears to (Y/N)’s eyes, tears of happiness. Something about knowing that she had friends that would go to such lengths to protect her, and that one of them was Sirius Black, made her feel all warm, despite the chilly weather of February.

   Because, although she hated to admit it, she had developed a slight pretty big big crush on her friend.


   Sirius was watching his friend, ‘more than a friend’ he thought with a chuckle, closely. He had to admit that she was perfect. Her big, (Y/H/C) locks that framed her beautiful face perfectly, her big, (Y/E/C) almond shaped eyes filled with curiosity and mischief, her full, yet not too thick, lips that were just teasing him, her tiny waist…

   But, contrary to common belief, it was her personality that made him fall for her. She had a strong personality, that’s how they became friends. The marauders had pranked (Y/N) and the rest of the girls, charming the shower heads into turning whoever used them red with gold polka dots, the Gryffindor house colors. (Y/N), after removing the color with a simple spell, had managed to get them back by doing the same thing to them, with the sole difference that whoever showered using them, would be turned bright, vibrant, glow-in-the-dark, PINK. And the four boys were stuck like that fro a week and a half until, finally, Madame Pomfrey managed to find the antidote that would turn them back to normal. She was the first, and the last, person to have ever out-pranked them, and he admired her for that.


   She fell asleep on the couch, cuddled next to him. He watched her for a little while, admiring her, admiring her beauty and her strong personality…

   Sirius Black fell asleep with only one thought on his mind, he was in love with (Y/N) Lawson.



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AHHHHH! HOW DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT? please leave feedback, follow me etc. etc.

anonymous asked:

I need to get this off my chest and I feel like you would be very understanding about this. I used to love Katya so so much. She was the only Queen I used to stam. But when I started liking other queens as well, I have come to realize how immature, obnoxious, and toxic most of her fans are. It got to the point that it drove me away from liking her at all. (1)

Anon said: When I go on YouTube to watch a video about a different queen, I would see comments like why wasn’t Katya in the video or Katya would have done a better job. They spend so much time putting other queens down to make Katya look good even though it does the opposite. I know Katya would never encourage that kind of behavior. She even said that if you’re a bad person, then you don’t know her at all and shouldn’t be her fan. Why would they think Katya loves it if they talk shit about her friends? Trixya fans attack Ginger Minj just because she called Katya her best friend as if Katya isn’t allowed to have more than one best friend. They attack Alaska for winning All Stars 2 when statistically, she does deserve that win. And these stans try so hard to talk like her that I get secondhand embarrassment for them. I want to keep stanning Katya but her fanbase is so toxic and negative which is so ironic. And when you try to call them out, they come up with these petty replies by just unoriginally quoting Katya and thinking they won the argument by just that. I hope this doesn’t offend you but I’m just so upset by this community.

okay so first of all, i’m actually happy that you chose to vent out to this blog because i know a lot of people can relate. so don’t worry, you’re not alone ! and second, i’m not at all offended by this bc i totally know where you’re coming from !! i get very annoyed by a lot of katya fans, but i tend to just tune them out. i know it’s easier said than done (especially since i also stan alaska and there is not a single alaska video out there without a katya stan ruining it) but you somehow just end up getting used to it. 

i know fans are supposed to represent their faves but i think the younger ones tend to forget that. normally when i see Those Comments™, i immediately assume that they’re just written by tweens who are sadly short of creativity and that they shouldn’t be taken seriously. don’t give them your time of day, boo !! they’re def not worth the effort.

Like Limbs and Hearts, Entwined (Part 2)

Summary:  When the woven birch crown appears in the Sacred Grove, the village elders know that The God of Field and Forest, The Lord of the Ancient Wood, has decided to take a Bride.  The most beautiful girl in the village, chosen by him and blessed with his grace, is to perform the marriage rites on the First Summer Moon, thus ensuring a bountiful harvest and continued prosperity for the community…  And you are so very certain and so very thankful that it could never be you!

Warnings: SNEK, future smut

A/N: big thanks to @abovethesmokestacks for giving me so many ideas and letting me babble at her about things

Prev.

Soon after the ground began to thaw from the last snow, it was time to work on the season’s planting.  One cloudless early morning, your father set out on his daily chore of checking the traps he’d placed in the woods while you went about preparing the garden.  It was not a particularly easy task, but you had never shied away from hard work.  In fact, you were quite fond of this day of the year.  There was something about working the damp earth after a long cold winter, the promise of future harvest, the pride in a job well done.  It made the sweat and mucked up skirts and exhaustion at the end of the day worthwhile.

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Mixed Blessings

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 Reader x Spock.
Prompt: Anon requested - Hello, I want to request a fic where the reader is in a (new) relationship with Bones or Spock (your choice). No one knows she should be on long-term meds to prevent migraine attacks. She asks Spock to teach her Vulcan mediation techniques to battle the attacks (but doesn’t tell him why). It doesn’t go well. Bones keeps her in med bay / on bed rest in her quarters (maybe Spock can help with the treatment?). They kinda police her med intake until she’s more comfortable having to take them. THX!
Word Count: 3702.
Warnings:
None.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: To the lovely Anon I had the pleasure of chatting with the other day who felt like Spock wasn’t getting enough love – I hope this is good! It was that conversation that swayed me towards writing Spock for this one instead of Bones, and I hope I’ve done him justice!


Mixed Blessings

You sit curled up against Spock’s side, enjoying the slight chill he’s giving off as the beginnings of what you’re sure is going to be a terrible migraine throb behind your eyes.  Your neck feels tight, the lights too bright, and the nearly-inaudible background hum of the warp core far too loud as your stomach turns: the auras are old news to you by now, you’ve been suffering from migraines since the age of fourteen, and lately they’ve been intensifying and coming nearly daily.

“Hey Spock?”  You say softly, your own voice echoing in your head and egging the headache on.

“Yes, ashayam?”  He asks, making your lips curl into a small smile at the term of endearment.

“I was wondering, can you teach me to meditate?”  You murmur.

He pauses momentarily as though considering what possible motivations you might have to want to learn the art of Vulcan meditation.

“Of course,” he replies.  “Is there any particular reason why you would like to learn?”

You shake your head, feeling the pain throb and reach out further, taking over you.  It’s all you can do to keep from throwing up on the spot as black spots dance in your vision.

“No,” you say in what you hope is a light and conversational tone.  “It might just be nice to be able to turn my mind off for a while sometimes.  Maybe it’ll help me worry less and detach myself from my work a bit.”

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anonymous asked:

This is from the 390 prompt list. 225. Please and thank you! (Treebros) :)

Author: K
No problem! I like the sound of this. And it’s hopefully something that you don’t immediately think of when you see that prompt with this ship.

tw: kind of minor panic attack?

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225. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

Connor ran a hand through his hair, his breathing irregular and laboured. He sat in his car, waiting for Evan to get in so they could drive to his house. Evan had asked his mother to take a night off for Taco Tuesday, them planning to tell her that they were together. They had been for several months but had kept it on the down-low. Now that they felt they were serious about it, they were gonna tell their parents. Starting with Evan’s mother, Heidi. 

When Evan eventually go tin the car, saying something about having to stay behind to speak to a teacher about a presentation he couldn’t do, Connor was on the verge of a panic attack. He was hyperventilating slightly and hadn’t noticed Evan get in the car. 

Connor didn’t care about telling his parents. They adored Evan so would most likely be over the moon with the news. And even if they weren’t, he didn’t give a shit. He was nervous about Heidi. Because she was Evan’s mum whom he loved more than anything and Connor hoped she liked him. He hoped she thinks he was good enough for her little boy.

Evan started to panic slightly when he saw the state of Connor. “Oh my god, Connor. I need you to breathe, Like this,” he began to demonstrate a basic ‘in for 4, out for 4′ method. Connor attempted to replicate his breathing, only to get more worked up when he couldn’t. 

Soon, Evan just grabbed both sides of Connor’s face, making him look him in the eye. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?” This seemed to snap Connor out of it, seeming to calm him down. He eventually regulated his breathing to just rather ragged, laboured breaths. Evan pecked him on the lips before leaning back in his chair. “What happened?”

Connor shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Just got a bit worked up about coming out to your mom tonight. It was nothing.”

Evan chuckled slightly. “It better have been nothing. Because my mom loves you, and even if she didn’t, she loves me. And if she sees that you make me happy, then she would be happy for us anyway. You have nothing to worry about.”

Connor threw Evan a small smile, before pulling out of his parking space and heading to his house.

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so that’s that! hopefully you enjoyed, feel free to send more in!

prompts

James, Sanvers, and Good Old National City Racism

@chortles81 wrote “I kinda wanna see how the Superfamily (hell throw Clark in considering his historical influence on this setting and history with James!) deal with noticing how those people in National City “are as racist as the network you’re on”…” (that last bit referring to my post here) (I went with a more Sanvers x James focus here, hope that’s alright!)


He gets it.

He doesn’t want to, but he gets it.

He doesn’t want to, especially not when Winn doesn’t see it.

When Winn doesn’t know why he called it a night after a white woman – another one – runs screaming from him faster, more terrified, than she’d run screaming from the two white men who’d actually been attacking her.

He doesn’t want to, but he gets it.

Gets why it’s Kara and Clark.

Why it’s always Kara and Clark.

Even when they cause oil spills and get infected with Red Kryptonite and get the brunt of a bored, needs-to-skewer-someone news cycle, they still come out of it heroes.

Of course they do.

Clark the white midwestern farmboy and Kara the perky white blonde reporter.

He doesn’t want to get it. 

Why Alex says “thank god Supergirl was there.” Right in front of him.

Like he doesn’t have a suit.

Like he doesn’t have a history.

Of being a hero.

Of saving people’s lives.

Hell, of saving her life.

He doesn’t want to get it, but he does.

Maggie meets him for lunch – she makes him meet her for lunch – because the woman who’d run from him reported the attack.

Reported the attack, and it landed on Maggie’s desk, and of course this white girl was acting more scared of the Black man who saved her than the white men who attacked her.

So he tries to tell her that he’s busy, that there’s this kid he’s taking care of.

Maggie already knows about the kid.

She’d texted Alex telling her to take him the hell out of that cell, to at least give the kid food, to treat him like a terrified child instead of a threat.

He tries to tell her that he’s busy, because he’d really rather not think about it.

She won’t have it.

“Great, I love kids,” she tells him. “When they’re not trying to beat me up. And I feel like this kid won’t. So bring him. I’ll buy.”

He has no choice.

The tone of her voice tells him he has no choice.

And she must have been serious. About loving kids.

Because even though he likes this kid – even though this kid might be his… reason – he hasn’t been able to get the kid to smile all day.

But Maggie gets him to smile in fifteen minutes.

Just once, just small. About how she keeps asking her girlfriend for a flash grenade – “you know, the ones that make those huge sounds, but she won’t give it to me. Seems to think I’d do something irresponsible with it. Can’t imagine why.” – and she looks up at James’s grateful smile as the kid occupies himself with food.

“So that woman you saved last night came to the precinct.”

“Did she.”

“I’m sorry, James.”

He glances at Marcus, and figures there’s nothing they can say that he doesn’t already know.

“Not your fault I don’t look like Kara or Clark.”

“And it’s not your fault that people are too…” She gestures toward Marcus with her chin to indicate that she doesn’t want to swear in front of him. James gives a small grin. “To understand that you’re just as much of a hero as them. More, even.”

“More?” James furrows his brow.

“They’re not risking what you are, James. And I’m not just talking about them being bulletproof. Because what happens when you take off that suit and one of my guys sees you heading home down a dark alley? Or on a brightly lit street, for that matter?”

James grimaces and has the sudden impulse to wrap his arms, his shield, around Marcus and never let go.

“Right. And that’s not your fault, you hear me?”

There’s a long silence, and James can do nothing but stare across the table at the woman who’s going to be his sister-in-law one day.

“Alex acted like I wasn’t even there. Just talking about how Supergirl saved the day. I got all those people out of the way. No armor, no protection, no thanks. Nothing. Me. And all those people, applauding her like it wasn’t my hands that… and Kara’s amazing, Kara – you know how I feel about Kara – I’m not trying to take anything away from her, I just…”

“A little more thanks and a little less racism, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m not gonna make excuses for Alex.”

“You can, Maggie, I know she’s going through so much right now – “

He reaches across the table and touches her hand gently. “How are you both sleeping?”

“We’re not.”

Marcus is staring between them both now.

“Alex was scared. To be in that room with me. She felt like she was in a cage. And cages scare her,” he whispers, and James’s grip tightens around Maggie’s hand, and Maggie’s heart shatters into more splinters than her body can hold.

“You felt that from her, Marcus?”

Marcus nods, and Maggie forces a small grin onto her face.

“Thanks for telling me, kid.”

Marcus nods once, and then retreats back into his own world, his own thought processes, his own ruminations about his mother, about his people, about his father, about this man who’s trying to care for him, about this woman who just wants a flash grenade, about this other woman who just wants to never be in a cage again.

“James,” Maggie pivots the subject, because she’s not going to break in front of this child, and because James needs this. “You are a hero. Same as Kara, same as Clark. But you risk even more. And that’s… you’re amazing, you know that? A Pulitzer Prize winning photojournalist by day, Guardian and protector of National City by night? Not too shabby of a resume, Olsen.”

He grimaces and he nods and he can’t wait for Alex to marry this woman already.

And Alex is waiting for him at the doors of CatCo when he brings Marcus back from lunch.

“Hey, listen, I can’t stay, J’onn’s got me basically confined to HQ until the shrink lets me back in the field, but I um… I wanted to apologize. For before. For implying that you weren’t in that square, too. I saw the footage. How many people you saved. You were a hero, James. Without that suit. And Winn’s working on some algorithm or other, but he told me to tell you the same thing. And to slap you on the chest like you always do to him. I’m not gonna do that. But I told you.”

James smiles down at her, and she kneels in front of Marcus.

“And I brought you something too, sweetheart,” she says, her voice softer, her eyes lighter. She holds out a gyroscope, beautiful silver that glistens with rainbows in the light. “I couldn’t find any toys from your planet, but J’onn says this is pretty close.”

Marcus says nothing, but he takes it from her hands, letting his fingers brush hers, linger on hers.

A thank you.

And an apology for her experience in that cage.

She stands and James thinks he hears her knees crack, thinks her sees pain flash across her eyes.

“I’m sorry, James,” she says again. “I know it’s not enough, but I’ll make it better. And everyone’s going to know what a hero James Olsen is. Guardian is. Okay?”

He tugs her into a hug, because his sister isn’t perfect, but she’s still his sister.

And he’s relieved to have her on his side.

Therapy (Bucky x reader)

A/N; Sorry to those waiting for new updates of my series All We Do (Sherlock x reader) I felt after eight parts in a row it was kind of getting a bit samey, so I’m mixing it up a bit, but the next part will be up soon! x

Summary: With Bucky back on the team Wanda offers to try and fix him up, it seems to be going well until it isn’t.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, winter soldier, Steve Rodgers, Wanda Maximoff
Words: 2,087


Bucky’s ‘therapy’ of sorts with Wanda had been going well from what she said. Although I did know that he would sneak off at times to see people about the pain, something to try and numb it or just to talk. I hated that he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it. That I would wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty and the heat from his body long gone. Sometimes he could be found drinking vast amounts of strong black coffee in the kitchen, the smell following him and eventually becoming part of the sent that told me it was him. Black coffee. A slight metallic tang. Something sweet that I couldn’t  quite place. Vanilla perhaps.

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Hey can we all just appreciate the closeness between the Magic High Comission in Starcrushed:
-their reactions when Omni got taken out
- Rhombulus diverting Toffee from Hekapoo when she was attacked
-her tiny scream of terror when she sees him almost get killed (I’m weak)
- Rhombulus’s genuine concern for Lekmet when he starts to weaken
-LEKMET FREAKING DYING TO SAVE MOON

Like teasing from Page Turner and distrust from Face the Music aside, these guys are great and I hope we get to see more of them (alive please) in season 3.

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MANGA SPOILERS

This is always going to be one of my favorite scenes.

When I first read the manga, I decided that Krista was my favorite character the second I saw her. In a series wrought with horror, she was the tiny moe one in the top ten. I spent my entire binge read hoping that she’d get an awesome story to go with that contrast.

Utgard is my favorite arc in the entire series, and more favorite aspects of it are incoming, but this is the moment that makes all of the future ones for me.

Attack on Titan is a series about humanity’s pursuit of freedom–of life, essentially. Our Heroes fight desperately for it, laying down their own lives for the greater purpose of humanity thriving. Their deaths are always, always tragedies, and they litter the setting.

Kristoria, as defined here, is the character who can’t see the tragedy of her own death. Her happy ending isn’t an ocean, or a world without titans. Her happy ending is mattering, and she’s given up on life providing that.

Bundle of Joy - Minghao Fluff

Originally posted by itseventeen-hasmoved

Request: Hi I love your writing! Can I request a Minghao scenario where he and his wife (the reader) become new parents and adjust to life with their newborn baby? I love fluff! Thank youuuu

Word Count: 1230

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Minghao of SEVENTEEN

Summary: It was a big shock when you and Minghao announced that you were going to get married. It was an even bigger shock when you announced that you would be welcoming your first child into your family, but neither of you had expected a newborn to be such a big addition to your lives.

A/N: Hey guys, I want to do some BTS imagines so maybe send in a request for your bias in BTS. It’s not that I am sick of writing for SEVENTEEN, I just really enjoy writing about more than the same 5 people. Also, I am not even joking but pretty much every request I have is for Minghao and Jun… coughlovechinalinecough.


 “Well, Mrs. Xu, I think you are ready to go home with your little boy today. Would you like us to bring (B/N) here so you can hold him while your husband finishes the last of the paperwork for the hospital?”

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Fortune Cookies and Flashcards [Kara Danvers x Reader]

Requested by anon: ”Hey, I love your blog :) I hope you could do an imagine with Kara Dancers? Maybe Kara has been helping reader with her studies and exams and asks her out? I Something cute and fluff? Thanks <3”

A/n: Aww thanks anon! That makes me so happy to hear you love my blog! You have no idea how much that means to me! I hope you love this!

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You sat staring down at your textbook. A frustrated groan escaping your lips as you flung your head back. Why did you take up medicine again? Emergency Medicine at that, something where you had to literally had to know this textbook by heart. What you would do for a photographic memory right now.

Tapping your pen on the table, feeling as though your brain was mush. Standing from your chair in the dining room you walked to the sink, pulling a glass out of the cupboard before filling it up. Proceeding to chug down the whole thing in one go. Regret forming at the thought of returning to your studies, you leaned against your counter, taking in the small empty apartment. Your kitchen being open giving you a full view.

You sighed at the loneliness trudging back to your table before beginning to flip through a stack of flashcards. The study session being cut off by a knock on the door. Focused on the cards you figured the person may just go away if you ignore it. Doing so, there was another knock on the door before your phone buzzed. Picking it up a message popped on the screen:

“You do realize I can hear you flipping paper in there. And I can see you with my x-ray vision. -Kara”

“Perv -[F/n]”

Chuckling at your answer before pulling yourself to your feet and walking to the door. Opening it to the glorious smell of pot stickers hitting your nose before the door was completely open. On the other side seeing Kara holding up a paper bag. “I thought you could use food and a friend to help you study. If you’re going to get a match at National City Hospital after your residency, then we’re gonna have to study until we drop.” She grinned cheerily at you.

“Kara Danvers, you just saved me from going insane” Saying while allowing her in and taking the bag from her hands. You stuck your nose in the bag to take another whiff, beaming at the aroma. She smiled sheepishly at the floor, finding your actions adorable.

Kara has had a small crush on you since she first met you. That being on a crime scene where you were off duty but administering chest compressions to a man that had a heart attack, brought on by the fight she had won. You were so brave and cool under pressure, it was incredible. She may have taken out the bad guy but you were the one to save a life that day. She has wanted to ask you out since then but was just too scared to. Alex and Maggie tried to giver her advice but she was still terrified of rejection.

She walked over to look at your study materials as you grabbed some plates. Serving up the food before returning to her.

Handing Kara the plate she began, “So, where do we start?” Eyeing your many study tools. “Well I was doing flashcards about nerves when you knocked. We can pick up there.” Handing the stack across the table to her.

Looking over the card she adjusted her glasses. “Where are the Thoratic Nerves located in the human body?” She read off the card, eyes squinting to look at the writing. You chuckled, “The upper back and shoulders.”

“Ding Ding! We have a winner. The prize another pot sticker.” Kara cheered, placing another ball of deliciousness and vegetables on your plate. You threw your fists in the air, an excited ‘yes’ ringing out before you shoved the food in your mouth.

Kara giggled at your chipmunk expression. Making you smile, only causing her to laugh more. Swallowing you chuckled, “What? They’re good.”

“Yes, but [F/n] it helps to actually taste it.” She teased as you rolled your eyes. “Look in a mirror lately?” Teasing back. That’s when she threw a fortune cookie at you. “Hey! Be careful these are my favorite.” Catching the treat.

“You’re so weird. Who actually eats fortune cookies?” She rose an eyebrow at you. “For your information Girl of Steel a lot of people. And as a student, any food is good food.” Saying before popping the cookie in your mouth. Looking back at her to see her blushing and hiding the fortune.

Tilting your head in confusion, you asked “What does it say?”

“Nothing!” She squeaked, shoving it in her pocket. Making you that much more suspicious. Shrugging you sighed, “Alright but let’s get back to this, ask me some more questions. Please.”

Shaking off her state, Kara picked the cards up again and began to read off questions and vocabulary. You only getting one wrong by the end of the flashcard session. “You’re going to get that spot no problem. You’ve got all this stuff down.”

“Yeah, but this is just the information. I have to be ready to work on the fly too, especially in an ER. That’s why residencies are so important. I can’t help but hope I’m doing everything right there.” Leaning into the back of your chair. Kara saw your worry, Emergency Medicine is a tough field, but she knows you can do it. She thinks you’re amazing. More than amazing.

“You’ll be okay. You’re always so cool under pressure, remember the first day we met? You saved that guy having a heart attack.” She gestured to you, watching as you blushed, flattered. “I guess but, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just overthinking things.” Shrugging after your statement. “I guess I’m just scared.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Everyone is scared of something, it’s facing that fear that matters.” Kara spoke inspiringly. One of the first things you learned about this girl was that she could inspire an inspirational speaker if she was given the chance. “What are you scared of?” Questioning curiously.

“Oh, uh. Well I guess I-I’ve never been good at um, asking people o-out” Her voice stuttered as she spoke. “Who do you want to ask out?”

She averted her eyes shyly before whispering, “You.” Causing you to be taken aback, Kara likes you? You noticed the nervousness she was experiencing. Fidgeting in her seat and playing with her chopsticks. A soft smile graced your face while watching her, “I’d love to”

Answer catching her off guard as her head shot up to look at you. “For real?”

“Yeah for real! I’ve liked you romantically for a while Kara. I’ve been wanting to make a move but I just have been too nervous.” Grinning excitedly at her.

Her eyes diverted to her lap as she smiled gleefully yet still bashful. “What do you have there?” Asking while drawing her attention back. “Here” she handed over the slip of paper from the fortune cookie. “I guess those things can be right sometimes” She said as you took the paper. Reading the small text to see:

‘You will receive something you always wanted today.’

“Yeah. I guess they are.”

anonymous asked:

RedLights!Gold sees Belle with another, younger man and can't help but think that she deserves more than him. Cue Gold trying to leave, Belle being confused, and lots of kisses and cuddles.

Set post-White Flags, but honestly I think this mostly works even if you haven’t read it. In which Gold has a panic attack, Belle gets defensive, and make-up cuddles follow.


They’d agreed to meet at the Met, at one pm. 

Gold checked his watch again, and again, but it was the same answer: five past, and no sign of Belle.

He looked around, desperately hoping he’d catch sight of her. He hated New York. He hated the crowds, he hated the noise, he hated the smell. But it was Christmas, and Belle had had a friend in the city who wanted to get coffee anyway, so they’d agreed to tag along with Neal and Emma on their visit to the city. Isaac had spent the morning Christmas shopping, for the things he couldn’t purchase in Maine or online. That alone, he thought, spoke volumes about the horrors he was willing to endure for the sake of his loved ones.

Ten past. Still no sign of Belle.

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prettyrebel1955  asked:

Can u name all the things that make rivamika beautiful?

Hello there dear and sorry for the late reply.

I don’t know if by RivaMika you mean the ship itself, or the fandom as a whole, but sure, I can list some of the things I think make RivaMika so beautiful.

  • Mikasa’s first impression of Levi, which was the reason why she, unlike everyone else, wasn’t afraid of talking back to him or arguing with him, because, to her, he was just the midget that beat up her precious Eren mercilessly, and needed to pay for it sooner or later.
  • Levi’s secret protectiveness of Mikasa, him attempting to teach her the right thing and guide her so as to not commit the same mistakes as his. He even got himself injured while saving her, because he realized how Eren was her weakness and how she moved so recklessly, putting her life in danger, in order to save him, which she would have failed at without Levi’s help.
  • Mikasa being a secret admirer for Levi and his skills, which got her to observe the way he fights, and learn from his moves, and then attempt to test them out in the battlefield. This shows that despite the little grudge she held for him, she still acknowledged his strength and respected him for that, which is amazing.
  • Levi’s not-so-obvious tenderness with Mikasa. When she would stand up and argue with him, he never mistreated her, which was admirable, considering Levi always used force in order to discipline those who tried to act rebelliously, such as Eren and Historia, even with Hanji, he used harsh words, although he still respected her, even with Nile, he was disrespectful, although Nile was in Erwin’s status. And yet, he treated Mikasa quite differently. 
  • Mikasa’s sorrow for Levi’s injury, her feeling of responsibility and half-assed attempt to apologize, which not only is considered as a development for her character, for she was showing that she cared not only about Eren, but also about her captain’s safety, and the consequences of her actions, but is also a development–a turning point in their relationship.
  • Levi’s trust in Mikasa, acknowledgment for her strength, and pride in how far she developed, which was shown when he asked her to team up with him and kill the enemy, who was at that point humans instead of their usual enemy; titans. This shows that he believes in her abilities, actually he always believed in her abilities, and he was only scared that her attachment to Eren would lead her to a sooner death.
  • Mikasa’s acceptance for Levi’s leadership, putting her trust on him, and her obvious less attachment to Eren. While she was ready to risk everything for him at the beginning of the series, she is now more considerate about her actions, having learnt from experience that everyone’s life matters, and she shouldn’t risk their lives for a single person’s. This, of course, doesn’t mean that she cares about Eren any less, for she already showed concern for him, but she came to accept that her feelings must be put aside, and all of this is thanks to Levi.
  • Humanity’s strongest duo, in which both Mikasa and Levi team up to kick ass on the battlefield, always going ahead of the rest of the team in order to clear the path. Their relationship finally developed to a point where they put faith in each other, work hard, cover for one another, kill without hesitance, and guarantee a successful mission. Neither of them was a team-work person, but together, they make the strongest battle duo ever. This is a huge development for the two of them especially. They used to work individually, trusting no one but themselves, but they have over come that to accept working together, and this is beneficial to everyone. The rest of the team must now learn from them, and Levi and Mikasa must be the source of courage for the rest, to kill the hesitance everyone else is feeling about killing humans, which are more or less the true enemy of mankind itself.
  • Last but not least, Levi being still protective of Mikasa, even though he knows exactly how strong she is, he was still ready to rescue her if needed when they made their attack on Kenny’s team. 
  • Also, Mikasa’s amusement by pissed-off Levi is worth to be pointed out.

I hope I didn’t miss anything, but yeah, this is all I could think of about what makes the RivaMika ship so beautiful in my eyes.  After all, I’ve had a very good journey being a RivaMika shipper.

And the RivaMika fandom as a whole is pretty cool yo! We have great artists, amazing fanfic writers, and although most of them left, we still get more and more people joining the RivaMika ship everyday!

Thank you for the question, my dear. I really enjoyed answering it!

miiiikasaaaa  asked:

Hi Assistent/Daddy, hope you're having good day :) I got one question. How would Mikasa, Levi, Armin, Sasha, Ymir and Hanji approach their crush?

Mikasa: Is very careful that no one finds out that she has a big crush. She would try to be very close to the person and make sure they know that they know how important they are

Levi: Would be still very distant but would spend more quality time with said crush. He would invide them to tea or to take a walk

Armin: Would be someone who tries to get the attention of the crush, he would often talk about whatever the person likes and would make cute, self made presents

Sasha: Would share her favourite things to make sure the person knows how wonderful and important they are, later she would probably have enough courage to tell the person about her feelings

Ymir: Would literally just tell the person

Hanji: Would try to do all kinds of things to get attention from the crush..anything really

Blood Relations Part 1

Originally posted by got7kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 - Extra, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

A/N: hellooo everyone! I decided that it was time to post one of my numerous fanfics, even though it’s still not finished. I haven’t reblogged anything about Got7, but I stan them so much it hurts! This is a fic about them, and because I’m a lazy piece of shit, if you decide to read this story and you like it, please bear with me! I think that’s mostly it for now so let’s get to the story already!

Gif’s not mine

Words: 1559

Pairing: Jaebum/Reader

Summary: You and your friends spend a night together, at your friend’s apartment, when a sudden event turns your lives upside down 

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Bughead Drabbles

Hi Guys,

These are some quick little drabbles that were requested through AO3. I hope you enjoy them.

How about who wants kids vs who is scared to have kids.

This must have been the third ‘almost panic attack’ he had so far  all week, he rushed out of the examination room and tried to find a quiet corridor, before slinking down the wall his head in his hands. That was how she found him when she came down the corridor. She kneeled down in front of him, holding onto the wall for support as such movements, bending and getting back up had become more difficult of late. She pulled his hands away from his face, clasping them in her own. He couldn’t face her instead staring at her hands holding his.

“You told me once that we are not our parents and I believed you.” She said remembering fondly ‘their moment’. “So now you need to believe me when I tell you that you are going to be a great dad. You are going to love this little girl and sure we are probably going to make mistakes, but they will be our own and not our parent’s.” He lifted his face to look into her eyes, un-shed tears in his eyes.

“It’s a girl?” He choked out.

“Sorry, they told me after you left.” She felt guilty for letting it slip she had wanted them to find out together.

“We are going to have a little girl?” He asked her again, a smile starting to spread across his face.

“Yes we are.” She smiled back. Before grimacing, “Now can you help me up.”

How about who usually cooks or who’s the better caretaker when the other is ill

He is pretty sure he would still love Betty if she couldn’t cook, but he is thankful that that is a problem he does not have. The smells that waft into the lounge from the kitchen are heavenly and despite her kicking him out of the kitchen twice already, he makes his way back into the kitchen to try and sneak a taste. Once again she ushers him out of the kitchen, but not before kissing him on the cheek.

He makes it up to her when she is ill, she is having a migraine. She has had them ever since he has known her. He can see when she is starting to suffer, as she pinches the bridge of her nose. He immediately ushers her up to her bedroom, drawing the curtains, helping her to lay on the bed, asks if she has enough pillows, before he goes downstairs to grab the icepack. He wraps it in a tea towel before returning to her room, gently placing it on her forehead. She goes to tell him not to worry that she is fine and he gently shushes her, telling her to rest and that he will come to check on her soon while also guarding her room against any unwanted visitors who may disturb her.

anonymous asked:

What is your headcanon for what happened to Nora post-series? I know we don't really KNOW if she was a controller or not but I feel Marco would have figured it out if she was. He wouldn't even date a girl in 25 without making sure and he has no idea if his stepmother is one? Regardless of what he told Peter...Like I get what he did and why to put his family back together but damn do I wonder what happened to Nora after that. So cold.

[First of all: Nora is ALMOST CERTAINLY not a controller before Marco saves Peter, and Marco is an ice-cold mofo who should be ashamed of himself.  Secondly: you have inspired a ficlet within my Eleutherophobia ‘verse; I hope you don’t mind.]

Tom gets the call about a week after Visser One’s trial ends, and raps out an automatic “Matter Over Mind, this is Tom, how can I help you?” with the receiver sandwiched between his shoulder and his ear.  

“Hi,” the woman on the other end says.  “I’m not… Not a member or anything, but…”

Tom waits patiently as she continues to mumble, not in the least because he can’t be certain that this isn’t more of Loren’s Mystery Shopper routine.  She’ll sneak-attack him with the strangest requests imaginable to train him in how to respond, and he’s learned the hard way that any time Loren wants to disguise her voice, the lady can morph.  

“I saw the footage of the trial on TV,” the woman says at last.  “And… And I wanted to ask about Marco Alvarez.”

Tom nearly hangs up the phone right there, because he’s had to entertain more celebrity-seeking crap than he ever wants to think about in the weeks since Matter Over Mind started generating its own press, and he’s not in the mood for more.  The only thing that stops him is the faint slur in the way that she says “Marco,” under-prounouncing that “r” sound and one or two others.  Ex-hosts display the whole range of speech impediments, from near-nonverbal communication to precise perfection.  Eva and Tom both tend to fall into the same pattern of using correct inflection at the expense of tone; many other hosts have natural rhythms but imprecise consonants or other verbal tics.  The only time Tom ever asked Steve about it over dinner, he spent the next thirty minutes nodding politely through Steve’s incomprehensible neurobabble while Jean made hmmming noises and Jake fell asleep at the table.  

Whatever the cause, there’s no mistaking it.  This isn’t Loren, and it’s not a random civilian either.

Tom gives her the scripted line—“I’m afraid we don’t have much contact with Mr. Alvarez as an organization, but the number of his agent is listed online”—but tries to do so as gently as possible.  

“No, no, that’s all right,” the woman says.  “I was just… I was hoping you’d be able to tell me how he’s doing.  Whether he’s sleeping, getting enough to eat, whether he’s taking care of himself…”

And now Tom has circled right back around to wondering whether this lady is yet another Animorph-stalker, zombie or not.  He glances across the office at Eva, who is currently muttering to herself in Spanish as she balances this month’s Matter Over Mind budget, and decides against asking her for help. “May I ask who’s calling?” he says carefully.  

“I knew about the nightmares already.  Marco’s, that is.  The rest of it, the trauma, the panic attacks, I probably could have guessed.  He was—he is—a good kid.  He never liked me, but that never stopped him from making an effort to be polite, to welcome me…”  She clears her throat, clearly gathering her thoughts.  “And I knew that he was sad.  That he was carrying a lot of weight, a lot of fear.  Of course, I never knew why.  Not until…”

Tom waits, but nothing else is coming.  “Until they infested you?” he suggests.  “Was that when you knew, Mrs. Robbinette?”

“Please, just Nora,” she says, apparently missing that she never gave him her name.  

Of course, Tom’s no fool, and he had her for ninth-grade Algebra.  Even if he didn’t recognize her voice at first, he can put two and two together.  

“What would you like to know?” he asks.  He’s hardly going to give away Marco’s address or personal number, but he’s also starting to suspect that her concern is genuine.  

“I’m not looking to contact him,” Nora says hastily.  “Or Peter.  It’s… I moved to San Francisco, to get away from it all, and I don’t want to reopen old wounds, because I have a job here, and Antoine and I are…”  She clears her throat.  

While waiting for her to get her thoughts together, Tom glances up and gets a jolt.  Eva is sitting with her own phone—which he can clearly see from the blinking green light is connected to the same call as his—sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder.  She’s giving him her I wasn’t born yesterday look, somewhere between incredulity and amusement.  

“Um.”  Tom scrambles for something to say to either one of them.  “Um, Mrs.—Nora?  Would you be willing to talk to E—to Mrs. Alvarez instead?”  

“Would she be willing to talk to me?” Nora asks softly.

Tom glances up again.  Eva’s expression has now slid fully into amusement.  

“Yes,” he says.  “Yes she would.”

“Then yes, I’d like that very much.”

Eva continues to stare pointedly at Tom until he takes a hint and hangs up his own line.  She listens for a few minutes, says, “Of course I appreciate you taking care of them, what kind of possessive bruja do you take me for?” and then laughs at whatever response she gets.  

Tom does his best to focus very, very hard on the graphic design for the fresh set of pamphlets that advertise Matter Over Mind’s brand-new paid counseling services.  

“Well, he has yet to learn that simply because he can buy a working jetpack off the internet, that doesn’t mean he should buy a working jetpack off the internet,” Eva says.  “I’ll spare you the description of the to-scale replica of the Millennium Falcon he’s got in his backyard, because by the end of it you’d have as many white hairs as I do.”