This is my trick for remembering trigonometric values. Forget memorizing those little charts or triangles, this is so much easier.
I learnt this in 10th grade from my favorite teacher (who wasn’t actually my maths teacher at the time) and I still used it for the rest of High School and will probably continue to use it in University.
So what do you do? You draw the chart in the picture. That one.
OK, but how do you read it? Like a table. (If you’re unfamiliar with radians, do not worry. It also works in degrees, just write: 0, 30, 45, 60, 90 instead.)
For example, if you want to find the sin(pi/2), you simply start at sin(x) and then move over until you’re at pi/2 (or 90 degrees). It says sqrt(4). Now you put that over 2, and you have it. Sin(pi/2) = (sqrt(4))/2, also known as 2/2, or 1.
If you want to find the cos(pi/4), you do the same thing: start at cos(x), move until (pi/4). It says sqrt(2), now put that over 2, and you have cos(pi/4) = sqrt(2)/2.
For tan(x), just take the sin(x) value and divide it by the cos(x) value!
So tan(pi/6) = sqrt(1) / sqrt(3) = 1/sqrt(3).
I find this so easy to remember because the first line starts at zero and increases, and the second line starts at 4 and decreases. It works for any values (yes, even ones above pi/2!) and it’s so simple. I encourage you to start by writing it out on every paper, when you’re studying, and on your exams.
Does it count if I put both days here due to not putting yesterday’s theme?
I told you, someone was going to join
Originally, I was going to do this speed drawing for this, but I had little time so no video T-T
Ok the story behind this drawing…I was working on day one theme, which was dancing….but then I decided to draw them as puppets(why…because I can! and nobody has done it yet. I called ‘dibs’ remember? X’D )and what would make people think of a puppet AU we needed one? X’D starco has one, why can’t this ship too??
this is my first time trying out my new color pencils, so I know I’m not a pro of this. (I have a set of 150 different colors, so it will take a while to get used to all the different varieties of colors to choose to)
Felt like giving Tom a ponytail, because it looks nice and felt like it X’D (also somebody else already did it and it was pretty cool)
may end up redrawing this in the future
I may do some of the days, I can’t promise I will due all of them though I have a busy week
Art by me
prince Tom and Princess Marco belong to Disney
God bless you :3
(Don’t kill me other shippers, you know who I’m talking to XD )
I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3
Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx
You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.
You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs. You weren’t as strong as the others, you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.
You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.
“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.
“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.
“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.
“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”
“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.
“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”
“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.
“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.
“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.
“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.”
“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.
“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things.
“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.”
Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”
“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.
“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”
“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”
You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.
You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.
You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.
“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.
“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’
“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.
Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.
“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”
“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”
A/N: y’all really didn’t like Instagram
lolso here’s this. also I know it’s
short, but I wanted to put something out there. This is fluffy at the end idk
how I feel about it but hopefully you guys like it! My first Anthony x Reader! I
might do a part 2 if you guys wanted it so let me know! Don’t forget to send in requests! I will literally write ANYTHING . Enjoy!
TW: like 2 bad words??? And mention of
just minding your business, wiping down the tables at the coffee shop you work
at when you heard the bell signifying that someone had walked in ring.
I’ll be right with you,” you said cheerfully, without looking up. You quickly
finished up cleaning up and walked over to the register.
about that. What can I-” you stopped.
You couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Anthony Ramos was standing
right in front of you. Anthony fucking
Ramos in the flesh. Right in front of you.
he said, trying to hide his smile.
so sorry. What can I get for you?” you said trying not to blush, but definitely
he laughed. He finished ordering and paid, but he didn’t move from where he was
“So what’s a
beautiful girl like you like to do for fun?” he asked, leaning over the
there’s no way this is happening. Anthony Ramos is actually flirting with me
right now?” you said, the last line coming out like a question.
“So you know
who I am?” he chuckled.
“Yes, I do,
which is why I had a brain fart when I saw your face,” you said, wincing at the
fact that you said “brain fart” in front of Anthony Ramos and physically
glad that you did because it saved me from the embarrassment of being even more
speechless when I saw how gorgeous you are,” he said softly, and you could’ve
sworn you saw a twinkle in his eye.
“So how come
I’ve never seen you in here before?” you asked, choosing to move on, since you
were sure your cheeks were as red as a cherry tomato.
“A friend of
mine recently said I should try this place out. He’s really into supporting
small businesses,” he explained. “Now that I’ve seen it, I’ll definitely be
coming back,” he winked.
The two of
you delved into conversation, lasting about an hour, only being interrupted
when a customer would come in which only happened a few times. You had a lot in
common, which you were not expecting at all. You were pleasantly surprised to
know that he was actually pretty dorky in high school.
weren’t. Stop lying. There is no way that you
were dorky in high school,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.
swear I was. I started playing baseball so that people would like me more…” he
said sheepishly looking at the ground now and rubbing the back of the neck with
me would’ve had the biggest crush on high school you if that makes you feel any
better,” you said, putting your hand on top of his. He looked up at you then at
your hands. You pulled your hand away, and you swear you saw him frown. He
looked down at his watch, his eyes widened.
“Oh shit! I
really have to go…” he looked at you, then appeared to have a change of heart. “Well,
actually, you asked me a bunch of questions, but you missed the big question.”
you laughed, “Well, what’s the big
question, then?” you asked, using the same tone to tease him.
get a drink with me?”
asked, completely taken by surprise.
Drink. Now?” he asked, with a wide grin.
have a show to do, Anthony Ramos from Hamilton?”
“I can call
you do that?”
life is short, and you are hot. Drink?”
lie; the persistence was adorable.
said playfully, getting up from the table where you were sitting.
asked, getting up as well.
little fast, don’t you think?” you said, before making your way over to the
counter again and getting a notepad and a pen.
your phone number?” he asked, leaning over the counter again.
phone number. Not a promise, not a guarantee, just my phone number.”
you said before realizing what you’d just said. Your eyes widened, and you
quickly corrected your mistake. “(L/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)!”
widened just as much and his jaw dropped before he began to smile.
Don’t look at me,” you said walking away from the counter and heading towards the
you!” he yelled out, walking backwards towards the door.
at me,” you said, blushing furiously and still walking with your head down.
at me.” you said, attempting to organize items on the counter that were already
even call you tonight!” he called, now at the door.
at me!” you said, now crouching down to hide behind the counter.
definitely going to call you, gorgeous girl!” he said, as he was walking out.
definitely better,” you mumbled, as you smiled like an idiot thinking about
what had just happened.
@autumnleavesfalling13 requested: hi! I love your blog! Can I request number 2? I feel like it’s really fluffy and I love fluff! Thank you so much!
@lunastarlux requested: I there, for a Newt Scamander imagine can you do number 2? Thank you!
Thank you for the lovely requests! I hope this lived up to your expectations. I’m not sure if it went the way I wanted it to. I tried to put in a lot of fluff but I’m not sure if there was enough to suit everyone’s needs. Sorry it’s kinda short. I’m still getting used to writing Newt. Requests and feedback are highly appreciated! Cheers, May.
Warnings: fluff? disappointment in my mediocre (at best) writing?
Newt followed on your heels as the two of you ran through the halls of Hogwarts heading for the front doors. The pounding of footsteps behind you urged you forward even as your lungs burned from the unexpected exercise. You were so close to the doors. You could see the light shining into the empty entrance hall. Just a few more paces and you’d be out.
“Y/N!” Newt yelled from behind you causing you to halt in your tracks. You knew what had happened even before you turned around. They had caught up to you. There were three of them, all big and brawny with arms almost the size of your whole body. And they had Newt. He was being held in a headlock by the largest of the three. They sneered at you as Newt whimpered from his position.
“L-let him go!” You demanded cursing your voice for shaking.
“Or what?” the biggest one said and the other two guffawed loudly. “You can’t hurt us… but we can hurt you!” He tightened his grip on Newt making him choke and cough as he pulled on the beefy arm blocking him from breathing.
“NO!” You screamed, throwing yourself at them. One of them shoved you back and you fell to the ground. Your head hit the wall and backs dots danced in your vision.
The large boy pushed Newt against the wall across from you, raised a hand and landed a punch directly to Newt’s temple. He let out a yell, trying to put his hands up to block himself. You attempted to stand up, to help him, but one of the other two pushed you back to the floor.
“Y/N!” Newt cried helplessly. “Y/N, RUN!” Another punch to his face filled his mouth with blood and he couldn’t continue.
There were tears running down your face and you screamed yourself hoarse calling for help. For someone to come before they did any permanent damage to Newt. But no one came. The hall remained unwelcomingly empty. The worst part was that you weren’t surprised.
The big one dropped Newt and he slid to the floor, unmoving. You called his name, crawling forward trying to reach him but you were held back.
“Now, what to do with you, huh?” A raspy voice murmured in your ear and you shivered at the proximity.
“Get away from me!” You pulled a hand free and slapped the boy across the face. He stumbled back cupping his face and then turned to you with anger in his eyes.
“Shame. You were a pretty little thing.” He loomed over you and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impending pain.
“Y/N!” The sound of someone’s voice penetrated your mind, awakening you from the terror you were trapped in. You slowly opened your eyes. You were in a motel bed, free from your tormentors and you boyfriend Newt sat beside you looking perfectly fine except for the expression of concern written on his face.
You sat up shakily, wiping cold sweat from your brow. “W-what?”
“You had a nightmare,” he soothed, rubbing his hand gently on your arm. “You were thrashing around and I had to wake you..”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered avoiding his gaze.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” Newt questioned. “It’s not your fault you had a nightmare. Everyone gets them. Now, let me make you some tea. That’ll make you feel better.”
You laughed at how British he sounded. “No, please can you just stay here.” You gripped his arm tightly.
“If that’s what you want?” You nodded pulling him close to you. He gently wrapped his arms around you, pressing your face to his chest.
“Do you wanna tell me about it?”
“There were three of them,” you whimpered. “And they were punching and kicking and it was chaos and I thought… I thought that was the end.” Shivers wracked your body and tears left trails down your cheeks.
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Newt tightened his grip on you, squeezing you to him protectively. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
“It wasn’t me I was so worried about,” you confessed into his shirt. He pulled away from you and looked down at you in confusion. “I thought they were going to kill you.”
“M-me?” He asked.
“Don’t act so shocked,” you grumbled. “It’s not like it’s a secret that I care about you. That I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered back. “More than you even know.” He blushed and looked down at his hands in embarrassment.
Newt was usually shy about sharing his feelings so you were surprised by the statement. You knew he cared for you but there was something different about hearing him actually say it.
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips letting him to pull you back to him, squeezing you tightly against his chest. You relaxed at his touch, allowing him to rub the tension from your back and neck.
He guided you into a lying position and you clung to each other tightly. You could hear his heartbeat in your ear and allowed the calming sound to lull you back to sleep.
Newt looked down at his sleeping girlfriend and felt a pang in his chest at the thought of her being in pain. Stupid Grindelwald, he thought bitterly, spreading fear everywhere. This hadn’t been the first time you’d had nightmares about being attacked by his followers but it was the first time you had confessed that he was part of the dreams too.
You snuggled into him making a content noise as you found the warmth you were seeking. He smiled at your sleeping figure, brushing back your hair and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.
The two of you would get through it. Neither of you knew how, but you would be okay. Grindelwald would not have control of your lives.
Newt closed his eyes, pressing his face into your hair and breathing your familiar scent. Soon, he too was carried away into a world of dreams and imaginings.
“Y/N” A voice said snapping you out
of your thoughts. It was Isabelle running into the room with a smile on her
“Hey Izzy, what’s up?” You said
“I wanted you to help me pick out
dresses for the wedding” She said while jumping around. If there was one thing
that Isabelle love more then anything in this world it had to be fashion, it
was her favourite passed time as she put it.
“Sure, maybe you can pick out mine?”
You questioned. Izzy just nodded at you happily then grabbed your hand pulling
you towards her bedroom. As much as you
didn’t want to be happy about Alec’s wedding you knew that you couldn’t just be
stuck over him forever. So even if you weren’t happy you could as well try to
be. Plus bonding time with Isabelle was always the best.
“You look beautiful Y/N” Jace said as he waked
into the room. You turned at him and smile
“You really think so?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you.
Maybe Alec can finally see what he let get away.” Jace told you as he went for
“Hey” You said hitting his chest “It’s
Alec’s wedding day let’s not talk about this. We should all be happy for him.
It’s going to be one of the best days of his life.”
Jace just laughed and step back.
“Wow leave it to you to be happy on
your ex’s wedding day” Clary added as she and Simon walked into the room.
“What can I say, I’m all about that
mess up fairytale” You joked as the others laughed. This is what you needed to
take your mind of everything. You didn’t want to think about how in a few
minutes you will watch the love of your life to get married to someone life.
“Well we should go if we want to
catch this mess up fairytale” Jace said as he put his hand in Clary leading the
“You ready?” Simon asked cornered
while lacing your hands together too.
“As ready as I can ever be” You
whisper back at Simon pulling your usual fake smile.
As you guys took your seats you look around
the room. It was beautiful, it was like a dream wedding come true for anyone.
Everything was perfectly in place. You wondering for a belief moment if you
were going to able to stay and watch but then you remember that you were
stronger then this. No one was going to see you cry. You also weren’t going to
ruined this day for Alec. If this is what he wanted he could have it, as long
as he was happy. You caught Izzy running the down the aisle from the corner of
your eye so you turned and look at her with confusing all cross your face. She
grabbed your hand as she got in front of you guys and said
“Excused me but I’m going to take Y/N”.
The others nodded and she dragged you away.
“What in the world do you need
Isabelle? The wedding is about to start” You commanded while crossing your
“That’s the thing I need to talk to
you about” Isabelle took your hands into hers and whisper “ I went to check on
mom to see how she was doing because you know her first born is getting married.
I came across some news I wasn’t suppose to hear.” Isabelle stop for a second catching
her breath then rumble on again “She was talking to Dad and Alec about the
wedding, and she umm how do I say this? She told Alec that it was what was best
for this family and this institue.” You look at Izzy lost
“I still don’t get what you mean Izzy” Isabelle took a
deep breath preparing herself to tell you the news, finally looking you in the
eyes Izzy said “The wedding isn’t real oh wait that’s not what I meant. Alec’s
and Lydia are only marrying each other for this institus. Everything going
wrong here is making a bad name for this place so their getting married to try
and fix it.” You stared at Isabelle with wide eyes. Not knowing what to do.
Maybe Alec still love you maybe he lie. You didn’t know so you didn’t take the
“Who cares Izzy, can we just go back before the wedding
starts?” You asked trying to hurry her.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Izzy answerd taken
back by your questioned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“No but this is what Alec wants so it fine by me. I’ll
support him no matter what” Izzy smile at you before pulling you into a bone
crushing hug. “Your amazing person” she whipser into your ear, making you
smile. “Now let’s go watch this wedding” As you two walked back out together
you knew you did the right thing because Alec loved his family and would do
anything for them. This was it, it was the right choice.
Paring : Percival Graves x Reader, Newt Scamander x Tina Goldstein
Request : Reader and Percival gets involved in a drinking game and their crushes on each other is revealed.
A/N : I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED AND YOU ARE NOT DISAPPOINTED.
You had just finished a mission, finally capturing the witch you and your co-workers have been hunting down for months. The success had automatically put Percival in a rather good mood, so instead of sending his team off to write reports, he very generously gave everyone an extra 2 days of New Years holiday.
So, naturally you and your fellow best friend stuck to true new years tradition and decided to devour some fire whiskey. Except being the matured adults you all are, you agreed on playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ with fire whiskey. And based on your past experiences, alcohol and truth usually never mixed well for you.
Tina Goldstein, your best friend brought along her fiancè, who both plotted against you by dragging a certain Percival Graves in. Because that’s what best friends do. They make you drunkenly spill your dirtiest secrets to your crush, who you happen to work for.
You had made a rule for yourself to set your feelings aside during work, remaining utterly professional. But once the day was over and you had to greet him in his office to hand in the reports, you would linger a while longer in his velvet oak chair, silently admiring the way his sleeves were always perfectly rolled up from the long day, his breathes steady as he inspected the report.
You also never failed to dismissed the idea of him feeling the same way for you. It was simply not possible. Besides, you somehow convinced yourself Percival was too ‘no-nonsense’ and busy to get romantically involved.
‘You need to take a break, boss.’ you heard heard Tina insist. You turned your head to see two very tiny people practically dragging Percival’s large frame into MACUSA’s lounge area.
You tried to remain calm as you wore a soft smile, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you. ‘They are right, Mr Graves. You need a life outside of the office.’
His eyes wandered from the empty seat and back to you. What’s the worst that can happen? A little fun never hurt nobody right? Taking the glass from Newt, he plopped down on the chair facing you and linked his hands together.
‘It will more fun if we direct the questions to specific people okay. If your answer is yes, then drink up.’ Tina’s excited voice piped up, stressing on the specific people.
For once, Percival didn’t seem to be stressed, he was lazily leaning back onto his chair keeping close attention the questions, occasionally sneaking a few sips of fire whiskey.
You answered all the questions that were asked, directing a few harmless ones to the three other wizards. As time passed, you were getting less and less nervous, and so did Percival. He had a relaxed expression, quietly studying his company.
A nudge on your shoulder caused you to embarrassingly pry your gaze away from Percival and settle them on Tina’s brown orbs. She was looking at you expectantly, like she was waiting for an answer. ‘I’m sorry, what?’
‘Have you ever had a crush on someone in this room?’ Tina repeated, trying so hard to hold back a smirk. You shot her your 'why are you doing this to me’ look and slowly took sip of your drink, earning a few dramatic ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the engaged couple.
‘Okay, so it’s my turn to ask a question right?’ You checked, in hopes to change the topic. And with a nod of agreement from Newt, your heart started to beat a little as you could feel the word vomit coming out. ‘My question is for Mr.Graves. Haveyoueverhadinappropriatethoughtsaboutsomeoneinthisroom?’ you blabbered out, pretty sure nobody understood you. Did you understand yourself?
You mentally slapped yourself as you realized what you had just done. Again, truth and alcohol didn’t mix well for you.
‘What did you say, doll?’ Percival said, his voice was slow and careful.
It was too late to turn back now, so you gathered yourself before questioning him with a straight face. ‘Have you ever had inappropriate thoughts about anyone in this room?’
After a short moment of pure silence, Percival didn’t bother breaking eye contact with you as he brought the glass up to his lips, taking a swig.
Your heartbeats grew faster as you felt the sudden tension, not to mention Newt and Tina had gone extremely silent while they stared at the both of you, waiting for one of you to react. Your eyes flickered to Newt before clearing your throat, cutting the tension loose.
Newt was about to ask the next question when Tina placed a hand on his knee. ‘Oh my oh my. Look at the time!’ she dramatically called out.
It took a while for Newt to catch on, and when he did, he quickly got up and gave a fake yawn. ‘I’m tired and I err think its getting late so err yeah. Bye!’
Tina threw a quick wink in as she was politely ushered to the door by Percival. You soon realized that the last thing you needed right now was to be alone with him, so you briskly collected you coat, raking your mind for an excuse to leave.
‘ And where do you think you’re going?’ Percival voice was suddenly deep and demanding.
You turned your attention to him, clutching your coat tighter. ‘ I think I am sick.’ you weakly defended.
His strides to you was slow, almost as his he was taunting you. ‘Is that so?’ he was dangerously close to you now, and you were stuck in between him and the edge of a tall counter like table.
‘I see the way you look at me.’ his hot breath whispered against you. A soft shiver ran down our spine when you felt Percival’s arm circling your waist, swiftly pulling you to his chest.
‘But you don’t see me looking, don’t you?’
Words were lost as your eyes fluttered close.body relaxing under his touch.
Percival’s lips ever so slightly trailed up your neck, kissing it. ‘You don’t see me looking at you when you are in my office late night.’ His hands very slowly pulling your hair to one side. ‘How you always bite your lip when you are confused.’
‘I do have thoughts. Very very dirty thoughts.’ He confessed, roughly kissing the skin under your neck before whispering in your ears. ‘Do you?’ he taunted.
Electric shot through your whole body as you responded by crashing your lips together. You held him roughly by the jaw, pressing into the kiss as his grip tightened on your waist, already leaving a mark through the fabric.
He held you tightly as your hands ran down the front of his shirt, playing on the first button. Things were getting heated up quickly as he walked you backward, your upper back hitting the table’s edge.
A sharp ding from a old grandfather clock caused you two to pull apart in lightening speed, like teenagers getting caught by parents. The hour and minute hand both pointed at 12, indicating that it was already a new year.
‘Happy New Year.’ you wished, kissing him on the cheek. ‘Happy New Year to you too,’ he mumbled, leaning back in for kiss.
You placed your index finger on his lips, stopping him. ‘I strongly suggest we don’t do anything further even with the tiniest bit of alcohol in our system. Just to be safe.’
His eyes softened at your words, taking your index finger in his large hands. ‘ Agreed. Dinner at my place tomorrow then?’ he suggested.
‘I’ll bring dessert.’ you cheekily replied, throwing a wink in.
A/N : THIS TOOK SO LONG. I’m so very sorry dear anon. I hope I did justice to your request. Please tell me what you thought. I would really like to know. AND A HUGE thank you to all you other fellow readers out there for reading this and giving me so supportive feedbacks. Send in request if you have any.
- An eerily tall man stands behind your comrade. Something is wrong, the streets should be clear of civilians. He turns slowly to look at you. Why is he wearing sunglasses at night?
- You sit in front of the Memorial Wall. They say, “It’s not your fault.” They say, “There was nothing you could do.” They say, “It took control.” You know the truth. All it did was make you want to open fire.
- You hear a bellowing like the sound of a stuck pig. It’s quickly coming closer, even though you know there should be several walls between you and it.
- Vahlen gives you a friendly smile as you pass her by in the hall. You avert your eyes and quicken your gait. The soldiers who returned from her laboratories never seemed the same.
- You thought nothing could be worse than hearing your friend screaming. Then you heard silence.
- You promised your wife that you would come back home in one piece. The Commander shakes your metal hand. You tell yourself that it weren’t for the aliens, you’d have a home to go back to.
- They tell you that she was already dead. They said her body was just a puppet. That she would have turned into another one of those, given a few more minutes. Still, you swear you heard her say “help” just before you pulled the trigger.
- The mangled bodies of civilians are splayed out in the rubble. Their wounds are distinctly non alien. The rocket launcher on your back feels significantly heavier.
- You want it to be dark, so you can’t see them. You want it to be light, so you can see them coming.
- Something at the back of your mind is screaming, you realize that it matches with the scream that is coming out of your mouth. The plasma eats away at your cover as you touch your head to your knees.
- A floater lobs a grenade at the car your soldiers are taking cover behind. The car is already on fire.
- As you look down at the body of yet another Grey, you wonder if the stories you read as a kid about alien abductions and experiments were true. Your fingers tighten around the grip and you make a mental note to keep one bullet for yourself.
- You enter the ship that survived an impossible crash intact. Light reflects unnaturally along the sleek surfaces, and it feels like a thousand eyes are watching you from just beyond the shadows. Somewhere inside, it waits. The sound coming from its mouth and echoing through the corridors was engineered to remind humans of the time when they were prey. Knowing this does not help.
- Your name is Eric, you tell yourself. Your name is Eric. You still remember who you were when it mind controlled you. When they say it mind controlled you. It seemed so real. It was real to you. How can reality be so easily bent? You turn the pistol over in your hands. Is your name Eric?
Warnings: Implied smut, swear words, mentions of nightmares
Word count: 948
Summary: You are making a cake for Wanda’s birthday. Bucky wants the cake but can’t have any. You think of some better things to do (bad at summaries sorry, just read it I swear it’s cute)
A/N- I’ve had all these stories written for a while and I’m just now getting around to posting them. I’m only working on one piece right now so any requests put in now will probably be out in 1-2 days :) enjoy
Wanda’s birthday was tomorrow and she was your best friend, so naturally it was your job to make the cake. You were pretty good at baking so I wasn’t really a chore for you.
You dumped all the batter into the pan and slid it into the oven while softly humming to yourself. As you wiped up the counter you saw your boyfriend, Bucky, creep into the room. He knew you were making your famous chocolate cake and boy did he have a craving for some.
“Hey doll” he beamed with innocence.
“Don’t ‘hey doll’ me. I know you’re just here for the cake and I only just put it in the oven. Besides it’s not for you, so paws off mister” you joked with him and swatted his butt as you walked around the counter to grab the dirty dishes.
“Geez darlin’ can’t I just come visit my girl without being accused of something?” He chuckled with a cheeky smile.
“You sure can, out in the living room away from the cake” you teased him.
“Alright doll I’ll leave you alone to finish baking, but after you’re done you’re gonna get yourself all prettied up and we’re gonna go out for dinner”
“Sounds great Buck, now shoo.”
You smiled at him as he walked away. God did you love him.
Soon enough the cake was baked, iced, and completely decorated. You hid it in the back of the fridge for good measure and then set off to get ready for your dinner date.
You carefully did your hair and make up and slipped on your favorite dress. After finding the heels that matched, you went to find Bucky so the both of you could get going.
As you entered the living room a low whistle caught your attention as Bucky stood and hooked his arm around your waist.
“You look stunning, as usual” he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You looked down at his body to find a snug baby blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms and black dress pants that fit him just right. You bit your lip and tried to contain your dirty thoughts.
“You look handsome, as usual” you complimented and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
Bucky took you out to your favorite Italian restaurant and your usual waiter served you. He knew your order already and immediately ran it in to the chef. By the time the check came, you were convinced you would have to be carried out of the restaurant. You always stuffed yourself beyond full at that place. The food was just too good. Though, it was a little odd that Bucky didn’t order any dessert.
Once you returned home to the tower you slid on one of Bucky’s old t-shirts. You crawled into bed and waited for Bucky to come cuddle with you. Soon Bucky joined you and you were out like a light.
In the middle of the night you woke with a start. Something felt amiss. There was no heavy arm draped over your side. You turned towards Bucky’s side of the bed to find it empty but still warm.
Your mind began to race. What if he had had another nightmare and was just sitting somewhere in the tower frightened and all by himself.
His nightmares were few and far between ever since you both has fessed up to your feelings for each other and gotten together. Whenever they did occur Bucky tended to leave the room to calm himself as to not wake you up. You argued with him about this frequently. You wanted to be there for him always but you guess you are both too stubborn for your own goods.
Kicking the blankets off your body, you set off to find your boyfriend. The living room left you empty handed until you heard a noise come from down the hall. You followed the sound into the kitchen where you found Bucky in the dark, digging into Wanda’s cake with a spoon.
You flicked the lights on and Bucky, clearly startled, dropped his spoon on the floor and looked at you with a guilty smile.
“Bucky what the hell are you doing?” you whisper yelled at him. You were a little pissed but you really just wanted to bust out laughing. There was chocolate smeared all over his face and hands, and even a little on his shirt.
“I wanted cake” he grumbled out like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Did you just take me out so I’d get tired so you could eat Wanda’s cake?” you were teasing him now and he could tell.
“Maybe” he said and smiled at the floor. You were feeling especially mischievous now and moved closer to Bucky with a coy smile.
“Well who needs cake? I can think of more pleasing things you could be doing with your mouth” you purred as you walked towards him and linked your fingers through his belt loops. He stared up at you with shocked lust blown eyes. You weren’t normally one for dirty talk. You thought plenty of dirty things but just never said them out loud.
“Come on soldier, and now that I think about it, scoop up some of that frosting. That might be fun” you said and winked as you sauntered out of the kitchen. You could hear him snap out of his daze and quickly follow you down the hall with a handful of chocolate frosting.
“Yes ma’am” he beamed and slapped your ass as he ran past you to the bedroom.
Request: I asked the last on I’m sorry I meant to say #2 not #1 my baddddd
Hi! Can you please do number 2 with Peter for me please? (:
Perfect! Just wanted to make sure before I requested anything. Whenever you have the time, could you do something like #2? Thanks!🌷
Summary: The scars left on your body remind you of the time you were abducted and it continues to haunt you.
Warnings: I’m just gonna put up a warning bc I feel like some of my descriptions might be a trigger, so I apologize in advance
Your breathing picked up, and your heart raced uncontrollably. You couldn’t bring your eyes off the pink scars that peppered your skin. Your eyes were glued to them, reminding you of the pain and terror you endured physically and mentally.
Your breath couldn’t keep up with the sobs that were raking through your chest. Everything felt heavy, your shoulders, your chest, and your heart. You buried your face in your hands and collapsed to the floor. The tears flooding out of your eyes cascaded down your palms, dampening your cheeks. You felt the four walls around you closing in as the pain from those long days returned.
Peter heard your sobs, and hiccups echo through your bedroom walls, and without hesitation, he dropped what he was doing in your kitchen and rushed to your side. He found you fallen on your knees, and his heart dropped as he watched your sobs jolt your body. Swiftly, he joined you on the cold floor and rubbed his hand up and down your back in a comforting manor. You immediately responded by leaning into is body, and clutched on to his shirt.
All you wanted was to disappear, and you could, in his arms. Peter was your save haven, your escape. No one understands you the way he does. His arms were your home, and there’s no place you’d rather be right now.
Peter cradled you in his hold, stroking your hair and occasionally your back. He didn’t speak a word, partially because he wasn’t sure what to say but also because he knew that now wasn’t a time to talk things through. He placed his lips to your head and kept them there as he rocked your fragile body back and forth.
Your cries didn’t lessen, and your chest was growing sore from your deep, rugged breaths. You couldn’t stop the pain from replaying in your mind. You could feel the pain slicing over your scars over and over again, “It hurts. It hurts Peter,” you let out in whimpers.
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” Peter spoke softly to you, trying to hide his own sadness in his voice. It broke Peter to see you like this, “nothings going to happen as long as I’m here. Nothings going to happen to you,” he promised with sincerity. Never was he ever going to let you experience any sort of pain like that ever again. Not when he’s fully capable of preventing it.
His hold tightened around you and he rested his chin on your head. He felt your sobs gradually lesson, to steady breaths.
“You’re okay, it’s all okay. And if it’s not now, then it will be. It will be soon,” Peter promised you.
Too tired to respond verbally, you nodded your head against his chest. Peter picked you up off the uncomfortable ground, and placed you on your bed, beneath the covers. Afraid, you grabbed onto his arm, “Don’t leave,” you let out, barely above a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told you.
Peter tucked himself under the sheets next to you, and tugged your body closer to his. You curled into his warmth and basked in his scent. He kissed your forehead and whispered “I love you,”