it's like 20 minutes long and stops and starts and there is no way to fix it

Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | i

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Language? but none (yet)

A/N: SURPRISE (AGAIN)! Since I’ve had you all waiting on the edge of your seats for this, here’s your first taste of crtfy!! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its shitty af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) and please, let me know what you think!! 

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The Meaning of Love

Summary: Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can’t say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someones pet is the best option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally realises just how alike humans and neko are.

Genre: Angst, fluff, a little smut, lots and lots of feels

Word count: 17,260

Warning: Mentions of past physical/sexual abuse

Notes: I got a couple of prompts asking for a neko!dan fic so I started writing one and this monster happened. I ended up writing and editing all this in less than three days and honestly, I’m proud of this.

You can also read on AO3 here.

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A Kiss Will Make It Better - Jason ToddxReader

This story was requested by the lovely @memento-amare

I hope you like it dear! Apologies for taking so long!!

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Blood and Injury

Word Count: 1210


Living with Jason Todd was always an adventure. Even before I found out he moonlighted as a Gotham vigilante. We had met through his brother DIck and had become fast fast friends.

He was have parental issues with Bruce and I was getting ready to start the pre-med program at Gotham University so we decided to rent a place together.

It wasn’t until about half way through junior year that I found out he was the Red Hood. I had come home late from a night in the library to find him bleeding out on the couch.

I dropped my school bag and ran into the living room.

“Jason. Jason! I need you to talk to me. What happened,” I asked as I started to check his pulse.”

His voice was low and his breaths were shallow. “Stabbed, twice in the stomach. Some asshole got the jump on me. Couldn’t make it back to the cave to get fixed up.”

I started to feel mild panic set in after the word stabbed, but soon my trauma training kicked into high gear.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to run and grab my kit and I’ll be right back.”

I came back with my med kit and sat down on the floor. “I’m going to start stitching you up, but your going to have to talk to me okay?”


“This is gunna hurt like a bitch but something tells me you know that. Tell me how this whole vigilante thing started.”

Once he got going on the story I began to stitch up his wounds. It took more than an hour with how wide the gashes were.

“Okay Jay, let’s get you to bed. Some rest is going to be the best thing for you now.”

He only grumbled in reply. I helped him up and guided him to his bedroom. I didn’t bother getting him out of the rest of his uniform because he was so out of it.
Once I made sure he was comfortable enough to not pull anything I leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep tight Jay, I’ll see you in the morning.”


I was making eggs the next morning when I heard Jason’s shower turn on. I smiled to myself knowing that he was at least able to get up from the bed and make it to the bathroom.

After 20 minutes or so he wandered over to the dining table and sat down where I had placed his plate.

“Good Morning Sunshine,” I said casually after he sat down.

He looked up at me and answered with a grunt. We spent the next few minutes in silence.

“So are we not going to talk about last night?”

Jason set down his fork, and looked up at me.

“I seem to recall that we talked about pretty much evertything while you were stitching? Is there anything else you wanted to know? I’m sure you’ll probably say something about being careful and what not, but trust me it isn’t anything I haven’t heard before.”

I put down my own fork and sigh.

“I didn’t think there was anything else, but I wanted to make sure. There’s no need to be sour, especially when I kept you from bleeding out. A thank you would be nice, by the way.”

“Uh….thanks,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Just so you know I’m willing to help whenever you need it. I am going to school to be a doctor ya know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. While we are talking about it, did you kiss my head last night?”

“Uh, yeah. My mom always said that a kiss could make anything a little bit better, no matter how big, so its something I’ve always done with my siblings and kids I babysit. It’s a force of habit really, I can stop if you want.”

“Oh. Nah it’s fine if you wanna keep doing it. Doesn’t bother me,” he said as he got up to head to his room. “Thanks again for the patch up Y/N.”

And that’s how things would be anytime Jason came back from patrol or a mission with an injury. I would patch him up and send him off with a kiss to the cheek or the top of his head.


“Yo, I’m here with the food,” Jason said as he comes through the door. “Roy’ll be over to hang out in a few.”

I put my notes back into my textbook and turned to face him. “Sweet, you got pizza! I’ll go grab some drinks.”

I got up to head to the kitchen as Jason slide a piece of the pizza onto his plate. A few moment later there’s a muffled shout “Dammit, I burned tongue.”

“Should I kiss it to make it better?” I shout from the kitchen while grabbing drinks from the fridge.

The next thing i hear is Jason choking. I run back into the living room to see him sputtering with his head between his knees.

“Here drink this,” I said as I handed him a water bottle. He grabbed the bottle and chugged almost half of it before he calmed down.

“Y/N, do you realize what you said?”

“Nooo,” I said as I started to think back to what had just happened. I ticked each of the events off in my head until arrived at what I said.

Instantly my face began to heat up. I flopped back onto the couch trying to hide myself from the embarrassment that is slowly taking over.

“I’m sorry Jay, I don’t know what I was thinking it just sort of slipped out as a force of habit.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Jason said with a smirk. I shot up to look him in the eyes.


Suddenly Jason seemed to have a nervous energy about him. “I mean yeah. I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while, but I wasn’t reallly sure how to go about it cause our friendship is super important to me.”

I had lost all function. The only thing I could do was stare at him. The guy I have had a crush on just admitted to having a crush on me. I literally thought my brain had started to malfunction.

“I guess no response means that you don’t entirely feel the same way…I will just go back to my pizza now, forget I said anything.”

I took me a second to comprehend what he was saying, but when I did I found a new kind of resolve from somewhere.

"No, it doesn’t,” I whispered as I grabbed his shoulders to make him turn back towards me.

“What are yo..” he starts to ask but I cut him off with a kiss. It takes a second to realize what’s happening but he quickly reciprocates.

"EWWW! Not over the pizza guys!”

Roy’s voice from the doorway had us instantly pulling away from one another.

“It’s about damn time though,” he said as he sat down on a chair.

“Yeah, it is.” Jason smiled and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek. A blush kept onto my face and I couldn’t help but agree.

Close Quarters

A/N: Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is really flirty and hits on him a lot, so Spencer doesn’t really know how to react. One day, they get stuck somewhere, and the reader mentions her interest (the request was for teasing, but I switched it up because I wasn’t sure what to tease him about). He kisses her and some smutty smut ensues. @coveofmemories @sweetg


“You do realize she likes you, right?” Morgan said, motioning across the bullpen toward Y/N.

Spencer’s face dropped in confusion, the corners of his mouth stretching out into a grimace of sorts. “You think she likes me?”

“No, I don’t think, I know,” Morgan laughed. Y/N was constantly doing all those little things that one associated with flirting. Since she started, she’d taken any opportunity possible to get Reid to notice her advances. Nearly every morning, his coffee would be waiting on his desk, a little heart  adorning the outside in marker. If he was feeling down, she’d put her hand lovingly on his arm; she didn’t do that with everyone. She always laughed at his corny jokes and she seemed genuinely interested in his ramblings, whether they be about work or Star Wars. “She is absolutely into you.”

For weeks Spencer had wondered if she was actually flirting with him or whether he was reading into something that wasn’t there. He wasn’t good with this kind of thing and he didn’t want to assume that she liked him like that - maybe she was just being nice. Just last week, they were out on assignment together and he’d been rambling about the board game Parcheesi; he couldn’t even remember how they’d gotten onto the topic, but as per usual, he’d been rambling. 

“You know Parcheesi is actually the Americanized version of the Indian game Parchisi, which is the younger sibling of a game called Chaupar. That was a slightly more intricate version of Parcheesi played by Indian aristocracy, specifically Mogul Emperor Akbar, not the one from Star Wars…” He’d looked over to see her smiling from ear-to-ear, listening intently to his coffee-fueled Star Wars/Parcheesi ramblings. Spencer felt like he should’ve stopped there, but once he got started, he couldn’t stop himself. “In fact, Akbar made a life-size version of the game that he played in his palace gardens, using harem girls as the pawns.”

“Oh my god, what a tool,” she’d laughed, placing her hand on his arm. “Well, maybe you and I can play the American board game one of these days. I haven’t played it since I was a kid. I used to love it.”

A normal guy would’ve made a move at that point, actually, they probably would’ve made a move a million years ago, but Spencer couldn’t actually comprehend her interest, so he said nothing and changed the conversation back to work. 

Snapping back to the present moment, Spencer sat down at his desk just as Hotch called for him. “Reid, can you and Y/N take a look down in the file room for the Beyer case file from 20 years ago? It’s one of the few we haven’t put into the digital system yet and I’d like to give it to Garcia.”

Giving him a nod, Spencer called over to Y/N, who was fixing her third cup of coffee for the day. “Hotch needs the file on Beyers. Can you help me?”

“Anything for you, Spencer,” she smiled warmly, placing the coffee on her desk and heading with him toward the elevator. They hit the button for the file room and watched as the doors closed with Y/N playfully punching Spencer’s arm. She liked doing that a lot, and Spencer didn’t want to admit he thought it was cute. Lights flickered as they moved down floor after floor, when all of a sudden the movements ground down to a halt. “What just happened?” she asked.

This had happened to Spencer once before on a case; he was with Morgan at the time, and the elevator had been much more rickety. “I’m gonna say that considering the lights also went out, the building lost power.”

“Damn snow.” It had been slightly snowy and amazingly windy since this morning and apparently the power lines couldn’t take it anymore, so they were stuck. 

In reality only five minutes had passed since the power went out, but the silence that hung between, as well as something else Spencer didn’t know how to describe, made it feel so much longer. More than once, he’d heard a sharp intake of breath come from her. She seemed like she wanted to say something. “Spencer?” she asked. “Do you like me? Like, romantically? Because I like you and I’ve been dropping hints. I don’t know whether you haven’t reciprocated because you don’t feel that way or because you just weren’t aware that I’ve been flirting with you.”

“I…” he started, not knowing exactly what to say. When he looked up though, he could see the question in her eyes, the absolute need to know. Instead of saying anything more, he closed the space between them, pressing his lips to hers before realizing there was a camera in the elevator.

As he pulled away, she caught sight of what he was looking at. “The power’s down. It means the camera’s off,” she breathed, taking his face in her hands and turning him toward her again. “Kiss me.”

With a deep breath, he took another step toward her, backing her into the corner under the camera and bracing his hands on either side of her body. He swallowed hard as she snaked her hands inside his jacket, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once his tongue slipped into her mouth and they began to devour each other with no thoughts of the consequences of getting caught, she gently tugged at the shirt underneath her grasp. “I’m sorry,” she said, bringing her hands up to his face. She was going to quickly without any regard for whether he was comfortable or not. She’d wanted him for so long that hormones and need had outweighed everything else. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” he asked, his heated breath floating around her neck. “Did I do something wrong?” Maybe he was a horrible kisser and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He tucked his hair behind his ear as she smiled at him.

“You did nothing wrong, Spencer. I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I’m moving quickly without any regard for anything but my own need and that’s not okay. I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation.” Looking up at the camera and around the enclosed elevator, she wondered how much longer they would have to be in here - things might be about to get awkward.

Once again, her eyes darted to his lips, but just as she was about to push away to make this a little less awkward, he rolled his body into hers, taking her mouth in another body-searing kiss. “I want you too, Y/N,” he muttered, tangling his hands in her hair. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I just don’t know how to go about these types of things.”

With a smile, she lifted her right leg up, resting it on his hip. His hand drifted to her bottom, tugging her pencil skirt up just enough that he could touch her heated center. “Are you sure you don’t know how to go about these kinds of things?” she giggled into his ear, a gasp stuttering its way out of her as his digits slid against her core. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”

His thumb grazed her cheek as their tongues danced around each other. From behind, his fingers inched ever closer to her clit, her panties dampening with need for him. “Do you think you can make me come before the elevator starts up again?”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He always did love a challenge. In response, he pressed his fingers deeper into her wet heat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. “To answer your question, yes I think I can.”

She giggled into his ear, nibbling at the tender flesh at his neck as he worked his fingers against her aching sex. Thank god there were no eyes on them right now, no other ears within distance to hear her whimper for him. “More,” she commanded, reaching underneath his jacket once more to grab at his ass and bring him closer to her. “Make me come.”

Bringing his hand toward her front, he cupped her sex with his palm, rubbing gentle circles against her clit as his fingers slid inside. “Oh fuck,” she groaned, seeing the elevator lights go on out of nowhere. “New challenge, can you make me come before we get down to the file room floor.”

With renewed determination, he hooked his two fingers inside her, pulling them forward in that ‘come hither’ motion that brought the sweet, intense pressure to her innermost core. As the beginnings of an orgasm rolled through her, she grabbed his head in both hands and bit down on his bottom lip, which caused him to increase the pressure he was torturing her with. “Fuck, Spencer, oh my god.” Even though the wall was holding her up on one side and Spencer had her in his arms, she practically collapsed from the intensity of it all. “You won.”

“I think I won too,” he chuckled, taking his fingers into his mouth to taste her sweetness much to her surprise. “Actually I think I might have won more.” Just as Y/N ironed out the wrinkles in her skirt and Spencer readjusted his shirt, the doors opened with her walking out first and Spencer close behind. 

As they made their way to the file room, they overheard a conversation between two other agents they didn’t know that well. “I knew the power wouldn’t be out for long, we have backup generators,” the one man said. 

“Yea, I know,” his friend said, pressing the button for the elevator. “They have the backup generator so they can turn it on immediately. That way they don’t have to be without the cameras for long.”

Both Spencer and Y/N stopped dead in their tracks. Spencer sucked in his lips and Y/N bit down on hers. “The cameras were on?” he asked.

She nodded and shrugged. “Oops.”

Young!Sirius Black x Reader: Novelist

AN: Two in one day, look at me go! I made Remus very uptight in this one and that makes me laugh.

Warnings: N/A

Requested by: Anonymous




“What, Sirius?!” Y/N called out, slamming her book down in exasperation.

He looked mock offended, flipping his hair over his shoulder and pouting his bottom lip. Y/N stared straight ahead, determined not to be drawn in by his fake attitude.

“You were very incessant a few moments ago, I’m sure the thought hasn’t slipped you now!” She continued.

Sirius lowered his eyelids so that only a sliver of his charcoal dark eyes could be seen. He strode over to the couch in the Gryffindor common room where Y/N sat, and took a seat himself on the arm. Looking down at her, he finally caved.

“Cuddle with me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. She was in such a dreamlike state before, too. Being whisked away into a world that was completely different, with such a vivid scenery where her worries didn’t exist. And she had been ripped from it right as she was getting to the good part. Putting her book down on its face, she stalked up the girl’s stairs.

“I’m gonna be late for Quidditch practice.”

Sirius crossed his arms and huffed, like a very large child. He always wanted to be the center of attention and didn’t pick up books that often, so he didn’t understand the neglect he had been experiencing.

“But I haven’t gotten any affection all day!” He called.

“I’m sorry Sirius, we can cuddle after Quidditch practice. James will have my head if I’m not there. For now, why don’t you spend some time with Moony or Wormtail?” She shouted back.

“Because Moony doesn’t kiss as well as you do!” He retorted.

Y/N snorted loudly, but Remus had unfortunately been walking down from the boy’s dormitory at that exact moment.

“Charming.” He snarled, and disappeared out the portrait.

Sirius let out a dramatic sigh and sprawled onto the couch. Moments later, Y/N reappeared, decked in her Quidditch gear. She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, and slicked his hair back into a low ponytail.

“Be good. I won’t be gone long.” She said, her hand lingering on his cheek.

“You’ll be gone forever.” He said, dramatically. “Besides, as soon as you’re back, your nose will be glued in that damn book again.”

“If I’m lucky!” She said, grinning, and left him to wallow in his own childish pity.

The moments always seemed to pass slowly when Y/N wasn’t there. Sirius laid by the window, watching from afar the brooms whizz around the pitch but couldn’t see well enough to make out her jersey number. He kept his hands preoccupied by flicking a dart at the wall, then retrieving it, and repeating.

Peter found this to be a very restless activity. He was trying to get some studying done and the constant PING! Of the dart made him want to scream.

“We have a midterm tomorrow.” He snapped.

“Yeah?” Sirius asked, absentmindedly.

“Worth 20% of our grade.” He continued.

“That’s cool, mate.” Sirius drawled on, not paying attention, but still searching for his girlfriend out on the pitch

“I think you should start courting Professor McGonagall, you two would have beautiful babies.” Peter tested.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Sirius said.

The pause that followed his statement was thick and choking, the ink from Peter’s quill making a pool on the table as he stared at his friend. Uncomfortable with the silence, Sirius looked up and saw Peter’s fixed expression, then recalled the conversation in his head.

“What? EW! You bastard! I wasn’t paying attention! Now you’ll never let me live this one down!” He fussed.

Peter snickered, shook his head, and continued to study.

“I’m bored.”

“Then study.”

“No Peter, I’m REALLY bored.”

“20%, pads, 20% of our grade.”

“You think I care about that right now?”

“You’re right, 20% of zero is still zero.”

At that, Sirius flicked the dart and it skimmed by Peter’s head with a whizz. Collecting his papers and pot of ink, Peter rose from the table, chuckling.

“Wait! Don’t leave me!” Sirius cried, like a child being left by their parent.

“I need Moony’s help, I can’t remember how to cast an Aqua Eructo Charm.” Peter responded. “I’m headed to the library. You can come if you wish, but just know that Moony is extra on edge this week, seeing as it is TWENTY PERCENT of our grade.”

Sirius slumped in the window sill.

“Everywhere I go, I’m being replaced by books.” He pouted.

It wasn’t much longer until Y/N returned to the common room. The little burgundy bees landed on the Quidditch pitch and Sirius seemed to count seconds until they made it back to the common room. At the sound of the portrait door swinging open, Sirius leapt from his seat.

“Love, light of my life, I missed you!” He cried, picking up Y/N and spinning her around.

“Sirius! I need to shower, I’m awfully smelly.” She said, chuckling.

“You’re awfully perfect.” He replied.

James rolled his eyes, taking the two brooms and setting them off to the side.

“It won’t take long, I promise.” She said, chuckling. “It will be worth it.”

“Can I join you?” Sirius asked, slyly, raising his head from the crook in her neck.

“No, you tosser. Ten minutes, I promise.”

And she had abandoned him once more.

But this time was different.

Springing into action, Sirius snatched up her book and ran up the staircase to the girls’ dorm. Bypassing the guarding spells, he found her trunk and began to toss in all of the books that she had been reading recently. From fantasy to thriller, he lobbed every bound page of paper he could find in the trunk before snapping it shut and pulling it down the stairs.

Y/N hadn’t been lying, she did shower quickly in an effort to spend some more time with Sirius. Pulling her wet hair up, she dressed into some comfortable clothes and set off for his room. On the way up, she passed a very annoyed Remus once more.

“He’s the worst.” He was murmuring to himself. “Completely selfish, huge prat.”

“Oh boy.” Y/N said to herself.

Suddenly, she was nervous about opening the door to Sirius’s shared dorm. Prying the door open slowly, she couldn’t stop the huge smile from growing on her face. Sirius had yanked down all of the bedding from the Marauder’s beds and made a fairytale canopy pillowfort. A bouquet of flowers sat on the windowsill, and soft, muggle music played through the Marauder’s record player in the corner. Little twinkling lights that he had bewitched to float around the room, danced before Y/N’s eyes. He sat, very pleased with himself, on a bare mattress surrounded by stacks of Y/N’s books.

“Does your man deliver or does he deliver?” Sirius asked, pulling out a back of chocolates from Honeydukes and setting them off to the side.

“Sirius, what is this?” She asked, mouth still hanging in a confused smile.

Sirius jumped up to grab her hand, kissed it theatrically, then guided her to her new blanket castle.

“I figured if you were going to neglect me with books, then you should REALLY neglect me with those damn books. Read them to me, we can stay up all night darling.” He said, kissing her cheek.

“Sirius, you’re an incredible dummy, you know that?” Y/N said, with a small giggle.

“Uh-huh.” He replied. He pulled her into his lap, and leaned back on the cushion, running his hands though her hair. “Now we’ve got a lot of ground to cover, so start reading missy.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Emma! Not sure if this is study related but I'm in uni and have a really tough time getting to bed early - I find all ways to procrastinate going to bed until its 2 or 3 am and its ruining my life and ability to study! Any advice?

Hellooo! This is me too haha! I’m obsessed with the Most Popular Girls in School on YouTube and I end up watching episode after episode :’-)

When I was writing for The Academic Zine, I did an article about sleep hygiene and some tip on getting yours on track. I’ll copy and paste it below so you can have a read!

1. Plan your ideal sleep routine. The first step to improving your sleep hygiene is to make a plan. While a few early nights can get you started, fixing your sleep hygiene will not be instantaneous. If your internal body clock is out-of-sync such that you only feel tired at midnight, getting sleep is bound to be a tough process. We suggest making small and manageable goals.

Start by setting a goal, such as getting ready for bed half an hour earlier or reading a book instead of checking your Tumblr. Make adjusting your sleep pattern more enticing by tracking and monitoring it. Downloadable phone applications help gamify your attempts to improve your sleep patterns, giving you more motivation. They offer information including your movements during the night, how your day affected your sleep, and the progress you’ve made. If you don’t want to use your phone while you sleep, make a habit tracker. We all know the pleasure of crossing off another day of the month that you managed to stick to a new habit.

2. Turn your room into a sleep sanctuary. In order to sleep comfortably, it is important to make your bedroom a calming environment.  Avoid studying in your bedroom or at least on the bed. Constantly using the bed for studying will weaken your brain’s association between being in bed and sleeping and instead associate it with working. Make the effort to use a desk or another room for studying so when your eyelids are drooping, you can go to your room, remove yourself from any stresses you’ve had, and take time to relax and recharge.

Get your sanctuary started by adjusting the light, temperature, and noise level. Use curtains or black-out blinds to make the room completely dark. If there is unavoidable light, you can try using a sleep mask. As the seasons change, it is natural to kick off the sheets or wrap up extra snuggly. However, if waking up because of temperature is a regular occurrence, take that as a sign to make a change. Try adding or removing a blanket, change your type of pajamas, and/or place a heater in the room on a low heat setting.

3. Prepare for the next day. As a student, I know how it feels to be tossing and turning because you’re worried about the next day. The easiest way to calm a racing mind is by preparing for the day ahead before going to bed. Small ways to prepare include organizing your bag, charging your phone, laptop, or tablet, and updating your planner or bullet journal.

4. Take time to relax before bed. After a stressful day or long study session, getting into a relaxed and calm mood is the best way to prepare your mind for sleeping. Taking the time to destress can help to reduce the feeling of anxiety by detaching your mind from the events of the day. You can try reading, journaling, drawing, doing yoga, or taking a warm shower. Make it a habit to put a relaxing activity at the end of your to-do list so you can finish the day on a positive note. Finding an activity that helps focus your attention, calm your mind, and that you enjoy can be perfect for a bedtime routine.

5. Things to avoid. Right before your head hits the pillow, it is best to avoid things like using your computer or phone for extended periods of time and consuming any substances like caffeine or alcohol. While it is always tempting to watch just one more episode of your favorite show before going to bed, the screen can make you feel more awake. The time gap between exposure to light and your bedtime impacts the melatonin in your body, which is the chemical that signals drowsiness and makes you feel tired.

6. Exercise during the day. Exercise is not only good for your mental and physical health but also your sleep quality. Studies have shown that people who exercise the recommended amount per week had significantly higher quality of sleep, felt more energized during the day, and had improved concentration when they did feel tired. Make the effort to have at least 150 minutes of exercise during the week. Try taking a walk, going to the gym, or joining an exercise class. It is best to finish any strenuous physical activity a few hours prior to going to bed. If you exercise before sleeping, any energy you didn’t direct towards the workout will keep you feeling alert rather than sleepy. Light activity such as yoga or mediation is recommended as a late night workout.

7. The art of napping. Napping was one of the best parts of childhood, right? Now it seems when you accidentally fall asleep you feel worse than you did before. That’s because you’re either not napping for long enough or waking up during the deepest part of the sleeping cycle. How much is the right amount?

  • 1- 5 minutes (micro naps): great for having a small boost of energy and stopping that sleepy feeling.
  • 10-20 minutes (power naps): enhances alertness and concentration, elevates mood, and sharpens motor skills. Coffee takes 20 to 30 minute to take effect so if you want to boost alertness, have a cup before napping.
  • 45 minutes: helps to boost energy, creative thinking and boosts sensory processing.  Try setting an alarm to avoid the feeling of sleep inertia, grogginess, and disorientation which comes with the next phase of sleep.
  • 90 minutes: clear your mind, improve memory recall, and recoup lost sleep. By waking up after 90 minutes you’ll avoid the feeling of sleep inertia as you wake up from REM sleep.

8. Hack your sleep. Technology can make your sleep pattern more enticing by tracking your progress. Numerous apps available from the App Store or Play Store offer ways to see how your body responds through each phase of the sleep cycle. Try Sleep Cycle, Sleep Genius, or SleepBot. If you own a FitBit, try wearing it to bed. The app can set sleep goals, set an alarm, and track your sleep quality. Sleep calculators are also available (e.g. and allow you to nap without worrying about feeling groggy afterwards.

9. Avoid making a habit of all nighters. It is best to limit the number of times you are staying up all night even if it seems the only way to meet a deadline. Try using different time management methods – such as the Pomodoro technique – to avoid staying up all night. Making a habit of all night working sessions can, over time, decrease your concentration and result in poorer long term memory. If sacrificing sleep is the only way to meet a deadline, it is best to do it right. Try these tips:

  • top up your energy – take a nap, stretch a little, or drink a coffee.
  • eat protein – when you’re working hard, your body needs something to burn. Despite the tastiness of carbs, they store energy for later and can make you sleepier in the long term. Try including meat in your evening meal, or snacking on nuts and seeds.
  • move around – make an effort to take a break every now and then. Get up, stretch, move around, and reinvigorate yourself with energy.
  • music – keep yourself alert with some tunes. Instrumental songs or movie soundtracks often promote productivity and focus. If you’re feeling sleepy, put on your favorite song and have a silent sing along to get you back in the mood!
  • remove all distractions – if you’re texting a friend, watching a TV show, or checking your Facebook whilst attempting to finish a task, you’re wasting time. Having 20 minutes of concentration, followed by a 5-minute break, will be more effective than pausing every few minutes to reply to a message. If you use the Pomodoro technique, you can utilize your breaks to do this.
  • focus on one thing at a time – keep your concentration there until it’s done or it’s time to take a break. Multitasking when it is late will reduce your attentiveness to one task and could therefore reduce the quality of your work.
  • work at a desk – as aforementioned, avoid making a habit of using your bed for work. All-nighters are probably most comfortable in bed but after continuous use you’ll feel instantly more sleepy and unproductive as your brain is associating your bed with sleeping and relaxing. If you have a desk you can use during a late night work session, be sure to use it.
  • reward yourself the next day – after pulling an all nighter you need to recentralize your internal body clock. If you’re feeling tired, make an effort to go to sleep slightly earlier. Try taking a few hours to relax and do something you enjoy.

10. Stop mourning your mornings. Not everyone is a morning person, especially if you’re waking up super early. Setting a motivational routine can improve your morning mood. Set an alarm that doesn’t interrupt your sleep cycle. Sleep Cycle, as mentioned previously, wakes you up when your body is most alert which means the feeling of sleep inertia is reduced. When you get up, take two minutes to stretch. Allowing your body to stretch out after a long night sleep helps to rejuvenate our ligaments and release any tension in our joints. Washing your face with cold water or taking a shower help to make you fresh awake and fresh. Whether you eat straight away or get ready, make an effort to maintain your routine.

I hope this helps! :-) xx

Until It’s Gone - Ch.6

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister…life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting… Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.

Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.

“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.

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The Show Must Go On!

-Dan had always been allowed to keep his phone in his pockets during stage shows. It was sort of seen as part of his aesthetic, really.
-Of course he’d forgotten to put it on silent once or twice, but nothing ever came of it and he’d vowed to be more careful in future
-Until one ‘fateful’ night when he would be made to wish with all his heart that he’d kept that promise… (Corny I know shh)
-Looking back on it, Dan thought, it would have all been OK if Phil wasn’t such a Horny Shit™
-Dan, underneath his costume, was wearing a little ‘something’ by request of his boyfriend.
-Lacy pink panties with a little bow
-As hot as Dan felt with them on, he found they did have one fault. They were rather tight. They were evidentally designed with someone with a much flatter (and less active) crotch.
-His dick rested at a strange angle, almost flush against his tight jeans.
-Despite being slightly scared that someone would notice his underwear, Dan played it all off and logged onto tumblr. Needless to say, he lost track of time and when the runner came through he sprinted to the stage, dashing on.
-The show was about a quarter of the way through, the show seemed to be going fine, and the audience appeared delighted by the show. No one had yet notices his panties, although he could see Phil eyeing his ass throughout.
-Then it happened. His phone buzzed. Shit, he must have left it on vibrate! It was right up against the head of his cock, and Dan jumped slightly. He was already a little hard from how naughtly his choice of underwear, and the jolt of pleasure he got from the sudden vibration was mortifyingly good.
-He carried on the show, hoping his erection would go down.
-It buzzed again. He curled his toes, and hoped for the best as he barely avoided a moan. A minute later it vibrated again, twice in quick succession, then 20 seconds later it did it again. Dan squeaked almost silently as it stimulated the now leaking head of his cock.
-Luckily the panties restrained his hard dick to a certain extent, so his boner didnt show too much, but he was acutely aware of the blush on his cheeks, and his increasingly often shifting.
-Whoever was trying to contact him was seemingly getting more and more frustrated, as the pulses started to come every 10 seconds or so. The torturous period between each buzz was just enough to kill the crescendo of pleasure that started after every vibration.
-eventually whoever it was on the other end of the phone was getting totally fed up of Dan’s ignoring them and did the worst thing they possibly could. They called Dan.
-The vibrations became longer and closer in between. He gritted his teeth and bit back moans, waiting for an appropriate moment of applause to look away from his mike and let loose his frustrated moans as he crawled slowly towards a seemingly inevitable climax.
-Dan sighed in relief as the call ended, but to his absolute horror, they called again. His dick was sensitive and leaking, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long.
-The vibrations continued against his cock, his phone luckily covering up the wet patch that was probably being formed by precum
-He bit his lip hard as Phil started talking, (thank god) as the pleasure racing through his body and the adrenaline being pumped into his body took over.
-With one last vibration, Dan was a goner. He came in his boxers, feeling tiny tears prickle his eyes and a blush explode on his already pink cheeks. He felt like his body was glowing, centred around his dick.
- For some strange reason, he expected it all to be over once he came. It always was with Phil. But not, apparently with this apparently very angry texter. Dan squeaked out a line as the vibrations started up again on the umpteenth call, sending overwhelming amounts of pleasure through his red cock. He wanted to curl up and shake and moan, but there was one more scene before the interval. The stimulation ews beginning to feel like someone was squeezing his cock hard while jerking it off the whole time.
-Before long, he came again, almost openly squirming so his aching dick could rub against the damp jeans, which were cruelly tightening from the moisture.
-from then on it was a blur of pleasure with made him ache and wriggle and his mind blank out from the so called ‘good feelings’
-By the interval he was exhausted and wrecked. His jeans were a soggy mess and he stumbled off stage, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and silencing it, near tears.
-He had taken it out of his pocket mid build up, and unbelievably, he felt like he needed to cum, to fulfill that need which had been fulfilled too many times already.
-He walked almost instinctually to phils room on his shaking legs.
-“Phil?” He asked, knocking on the door. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He asked, ushering Dan into his dressing room. “I knew something was off”
-Dan didn’t answer, but just stripped off, revealing his red, dripping dick. He moaned pitifully as he watched Phil’s hungry gaze rake up and down, pausing several times on Dan’s defeated, straining cock. “Please, just fix it! Make it good Phil!” Dan begged, after waiting what felt to be an unbearable amount of time.
-Phil needed no more asking. He leant forward, grabbing Dan’s poor dick in his hand, shuddering in admiration as a stream of precum trickled down his hand. He felt the heat radiating off it as he jerked it off quickly for Dan’s sake, as Dan rutted forward with cries of ‘not enough’ or “faster!”
-At one of these cries, Phil stopped his hand experimentally, cruelly stopping the intense pleasure pouring through Dan’s system.
-Dan’s mouth dropped open and a single tear rolled down his face as his hips jerked forwards, shaky and erratic. His knees almost buckled from the renewed pleasure, but his body seemed to clock his absolute need for release, keeping him miraculously standing. Taking pity on him, Phil started to move his hands again and seconds later, Dan came, his hips so shaky that Phil was surprised he was still up.
-“so g-good Phil!” Dan cried, whilst simultaneously gasping at the terrible overwhelming race of pleasure going on in his body.
-“I know Danny. Now let’s clean you up for the second half…”

Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

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Prompt: Poor Hunk getting a nosebleed in training? Shiro wants to help but the blood gives him memories?

(Note: Warning for descriptions of blood and for violence)

It was a face of their reality that sometimes there was blood in training.  After all, it wasn’t useful if they weren’t learning the skills they needed and the ability to perform them in realistic circumstances.  Everyone had ended up cut and bruised and scuffed up, because it was better to get that way on the Castle and heal it up than in the field where it could kill someone.

That didn’t mean Shiro liked it.  He didn’t exactly enjoy getting smacked around cleaning up cuts at the end of the day, and it was worse to see it on his team.  But it was a necessary evil, and Shiro was at peace with that.


Some days it all felt a little more pointless.  Like when the training bot reeled back for a punch and slammed Hunk in the nose with its metal elbow, and he went down in a heap.

“You alright there?” Shiro called, not stopping training quite yet.  Normally they all just popped back up and got back into the game, no serious harm done.

Today, when Hunk sat up, the bottom half of his face was covered in blood.  “Yeah,” he replied, but then groaned and covered his face.

Oh boy.

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you outshine the morning sun, my son

obligatory bit of captain cobra while cleaning out cs wips folder. obligatory hamilton reference. obligatory baby jones. i couldn’t stop myself.

Henry Mills, to be honest, was tired of the crying.

Yes, he was a fifteen-year-old who was just now experiencing the pain of a baby sibling—Roland didn’t count; the child was walking and talking completely normally by the time they met—but he was still terribly annoyed.

Liam was adorable. According to his moms, he looked like Henry himself as a baby. Henry didn’t really see it; Liam looked exactly like Killian except with hair of a lighter brown, more like his. According to Regina, Liam was a much better baby than Henry—she said it with a reminiscent smile just tinged with pain and remembrance.

But good heavens, Liam cried so much.

He spent as much time over at Regina’s as he could, but really he needed to see Emma too. So every now and then he suffered through a night or two of a screaming six pounds of young infant.

He read to the kid as much as he could, since Killian claimed that the boy sometimes actually slept a few hours at night after said story. Therefore, Henry tried to be decent and take Liam off Emma and Killian’s hands for a while so they could get a modicum of sleep. He held the kid in one arm—after Killian showing him how to not drop the wiggling child—and flipped the pages in the book.

He could have sworn that Liam preferred the tale of Charles and Leia without being told that the two were his parents.

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Weights & Measures Pt 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst. Pure Angst.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Triggers: swearing, sex

A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY. This story means a lot to me. I hope I did it justice. I may or may not write and epilogue. I hope you enjoyed this emotional roller coaster with me

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

“You need to figure your shit out, Y/N” Tiffany spat. “Because what you’re doing to Jungkook is really unfair”

You couldn’t look her in the eye, “I know. I just don’t want to lose him”

“Y/N, you’re going to lose someone, regardless of who you choose. And Yoongi is going through with the wedding. He already chose someone else” you know she was trying to talk some sense into you, but her obvious bias was making things hard.

“I know okay! Fuck. You’re making me out to be like some cold-hearted bitch” you spat.

“I’m just being honest with you. Since you’re obviously not being honest with yourself” you were starting to hate these weekly lunches. You had made the mistake of telling Tiffany how you felt about Yoongi and she has been pressuring you to make a decision ever since.

But it was complicated. You loved Jungkook. You really truly did. You could feel it in your bones. It was a sure thing. But Yoongi. Yoongi slipped through the cracks. Filling in the spaces of your thoughts. Always thinking about what could have been. What could have happened if you had just chased after him. But now, he was engaged to someone else. Someone who would probably make him happier than you.

You hadn’t stopped dreaming about him. Almost every single night the two of you showed up on the beach. Each time you got to hold onto him for a little bit longer. But in the end, he always disappeared. Each time you would wake up next to Jungkook feeling guilty. Feeling like your subconscious had betrayed you.

The snapping of fingers in front of your face brought you back to reality. Tiffany wasn’t amused. “Did you hear anything I just said to you?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I spaced out. What were you saying?”

She rolled her eyes, “I was letting you know that your final fitting for your bridesmaid dress is Wednesday afternoon. I need you to be at the tailor’s at noon”

“Okay” you said.

Tiffany sighed, “I know I’ve been riding your ass lately, but I’m just worried about you. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

You took a deep breath, “I know”

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i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this

You have a new voicemail, click here to listen.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

Press 1 to delete. Press 2 to replay. Press 3 to call back.

He pressed 2.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

Press 1 to delete. Press 2 to replay. Press 3 to call back.

Message deleted.

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Badass - Happy Lowman

Requested by @dazzling-roaring-20s. Hope you enjoy it love. Thanks for the request.

Warning- Shooting, mention of blood. Happy cuteness over load lol

Abel’s birthday party was in full swing. Music bumpin, kids running around and everyone having a great time. The guys laughing everyone was in a wonderful mood.
Pulling up to TM you got out of your jeep and took the present out of the back seat. Walking over to Happy and the guys.
“Hey Y/N, what you got there”. Jax asked
“Its a present for the birthday boy, where is he by the way”?
“He’s probably inside with Tara and Mom, you can put that gift you didn’t have to get over there”. He said pointing to the table.
“Yea I did every kid wants presents, I’m gonna go inside and say Hi”. “I’ll be back in a minute Hap”. You walked past him patting his back.
“That girl has a serious crush on you brother”. Tig said wiggling his eye brows
“Yea shes a good girl, I could be in a thing with her”.
“A thing so that means you love her, Killer loves Y/N”. Tig sung
Happy slapped him up side the head.  Tig rubbed the back of his head still singing it.
Inside was a different story croweaters were helping set up streamer and balloons getting frustrated with Gemma telling them to move them a few inches this and that way.
“Hey Gem, you need any help”?
“Hey sweetheart, Yes can you take Abel outside and play with him. He wont stay out of the cake. Dipping his little fingers in the icing”. She said taking Abel away from the cake once again.
“Sure thing, come on buddy lets go get Uncle Happy”. You said cheerfully.
“Yea”. Abel screamed running out the door.
Walking out you saw Abel attacking Happy. It was the cutest thing you ever saw. A guy you was in love with playing with his nephew.
You ran over to help out Abel.
“Hey thats not fair, your supposed to be on my side”. Happy said laughing.
“I am but I think this is more funny”.
Happy picked up Abel tickling him.  Hearing screeching tires you turn to see a truck with three guys coming out with guns. Thats when the bullets starting flying. You grabbed Happy who was still holding Abel and shelled them with your body on the ground.
Looking around the clubhouse you saw Jax , Tig , Opie and Chibs shooting back. You grabbed Happys gun out of the back of his pants and just started shooting. Everything was happening so fast. Two of the shooter fled as the third laid bleeding on the ground.
Happy came up behind you taking the gun, giving you Abel. You ran inside and gave him to Tara.
“You ok baby”. Gemma asked concered.
“Yea I’m fine just a little winded”.
“SHIT Y/N your bleeding”.
“What”? You looked down and saw blood sepping out, lifting up your shirt there it was a bullet hole in your side.
“Y/N you need to ly…” was all you heard before you passed out.
Tara rushed to your side checking your pulse. Jax and Happy came running in. Happy saw you his face turned ghostly white.
“She’s shot we need to get her to a hospital’.
"No, no hospitals”. “ You can fix her up here on”.Jax said
“I need my stuff its at the house”.
“I’ll go”. Jax took off.
“Happy help me get her to the table”. Happy picked you up carefully and laid you on the reaper table.
Tara looked you over and it was a through and through but it nicked a vane that would stop bleeding. She and Chibs worked for two hours patching you up. Happy pacing back and forth. He was scared that he was going to lose you.
“She good, but shes not just out of the woods yet we got to worry about infections”. She said cleaning up.
“Can I sit with her”. Happy asked.
“Yea you can”. Closing the door to give you privacy.
“Come on Y/N you have to wake up”. “I have so many things I want you to know”. He took your hand and held it.
“I’m falling for you Little Girl, your the only woman I can be around that knows me for who I am besides my mom”. “You never look at me like I’m the killer that I am”. “My mom loves you, everytime I go see her she always ask ‘how are you and if we ever decided to settle down together”. He laughed  
You moved you head slightly to see a tear run down his face, you raised you hand and wiped it away.
“Hey little badass”. He smiled
“I’m falling for you too Hap”. “I’m so relieved your here with me”.
“You can’t do this again ok, don’t scare me like that”.
“ I just wanted to be as badass as you”. You looked around “Abel ok, are you ok. What about everyone else”? You tried to get up.
“Stay put, everyone is fine and some of the guys are finding these shooters”.
“You should be out there”.
“Their going to call me  when they find them”.
“When you going to get your butt over here and kiss me”?
Happy kissed you long and hard, his hands traveled your body skipping over your bullet wound. Your tongues dancing together as he squeezed your breast leaving a soft moan from you. You ran you hand down his chest stopping at his semi-hard cock pawing at it, giving the tip alittle rub.
“Um..Jax is here”. Tara said embarrased.
“Ok, I’ll be back in a few”. “Be good”. He said getting up.
“You might want to know that you can’t have sex for two months, you will miss up your stiches”.
“Well I guess we have to finish this a lot later”. Happy winked walking out.
“Fuck Y/N, Your so wet”.
“Only for you Happy, Oh God”. You moaned throwing your head back as Happy hit the right spot.
“Will You be my Old Lady”. Happy grunted
“Fuck, Yes I Will”. You screamed out coming
Two months was well worth the wait, to spend all day making love to your Old Man for the first time.

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bucky didn’t mean to say it, but it’s not like you asked for this. (based on this request)

word count: 5.3K

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: pregnancy, angst, fluff

a/n: the title is from the ed sheeran song, but the fic is unrelated plot-wise

Originally posted by katerinasgranger


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Obsessive - Part 1

The reader has OCD and the only person who truly understands her is Juice because they share similar problems.

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

You pulled up to the clubhouse as the clock inside your car read 8:13.
“Shit,” you sighed, you were late again.
Bobby was going to be upset with you. As much as he understood that your OCD was not a cakewalk and that you try your hardest to keep up with a normal schedule, it was hard some days when your… quirks… got the best of you. This morning it took you 20 tries just to get your hair in a ponytail that felt right and when you walked out of the bathroom into your living room, your picture frames seemed out of place so you had to spend 30 minutes adjusting them until they were just right, and then another 20 minutes trying to reason out in your head how your photos could have gotten moved. It was frustrating, sometimes you felt all alone inside your own head. You tried not letting it bother you but if something wasn’t right your head screamed at you until you fixed it, retried, did over again. You were honestly surprised you were only 13 minutes late today, that was a new record. You only hoped Bobby realized you were trying.

You thought back to when you were a child, you weren’t born a Morrow, but you were raised one. You’d heard the story at least a thousand times: Clay pulling up to the garage with a 9 month old in his arms, while Jackson, 11 years old at the time, watched from afar. The club had busted up a drug/porn ring that turned into a shootout. After seeing the squalor you were being brought up in, Clay took you away to raise as his own with the help of his loving new bride, Gemma. She wasn’t your birth mother but she was the only mother you ever knew and you loved her and your father, Clay, dearly. When you first started exhibiting signs of odd behavior, they had you evaluated and it was determined that you had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Your family and the club were extremely supportive of you, finding the balance between supporting your disability and also not treating you differently. They helped you with homework, kept you safe, watched you grow, put you through college, and now they were employing you to use your accounting degree to help with their books. Your OCD wasn’t always a burden in that regard, you had an immaculate understanding of numbers and an attention to detail that rivaled Da Vinci; even as a new hire, Bobby needed your help crunching numbers sometimes. Despite your lack of blood ties to the MC, you were never treated as anything less than family and you were so grateful. You shuddered thinking of what your life would’ve been had Clay and the guys not found you and rescued you 22 years ago.

You looked at yourself in your rearview mirror before stepping out of the car and bracing yourself for an ass-chewing. You walked into the clubhouse to find Bobby sitting at the bar, poring over notebooks with his glasses on.
You sighed, walking over to him at taking a seat, “Sorry I’m late, something felt weird this morning, my photos were out of place…” you trailed off.
Bobby looked up, pulling off his glasses and gazing at you, “S'ok, (Y/N). You’re here now,” he patted your leg, “I’m working on TM’s books, wanna grab the SAMCRO ones in the chapel?”
You nodded and jogged to the safe, opening it and grabbing the binders out of it and locking it back behind you, grimacing. It didn’t feel right. You unlocked it again, placing them back, relocking it, and then unlocking it again and so on, two more times until you finally felt okay and you were able to retrieve the binders and bring them to sit next to Bobby.

You were both staring down at the numbers, making notes and typing on your calculators when the clubhouse door opened and the one and only person that you truly felt understood you came striding in. Juice Ortiz had taken you under his wing the minute he arrived in California and got word of your condition. He too had obsessive compulsive tendencies, but had gone undiagnosed for so long that he self medicated with weed and booze. Regardless of his abnormal coping mechanisms, Juice always went to bat for you, defending you when the club started questioning your value and wondering if it would be better to stick you behind the bar and have someone else train under Bobby to keep up with the books.

 Your gaze shifted up to watch the muscular Puerto Rican man walk over to you, leaning against the bar, “Hey (Y/N). Good morning,” he spoke with a smile, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek. A friendly gesture to him, but it meant much more to you. Ever since you found out that Juice understood your day-to-day struggles you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Your dad keyed in to your crush on Juice years ago and told you right away that the two of you together would be trouble, and in a way you agreed. You knew Juice didn’t even see you, not like that, he looked at you and saw Jax’s sister, Clay and Gemma’s daughter, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about that cute goofy smile, those nice muscular arms, his soft calming voice.
“Good morning, Juice,” you smiled shyly, looking away and back to your work.

“How’s your morning?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Its been weird, actually–” you began but were interrupted.

“(Y/N) was telling me earlier how she thinks someone is moving her pictures around in her apartment,” Bobby chuckled, never looking up from his notebook. He knew you had a crush on his younger friend, too. It seemed the only person who didn’t know was Juice himself, actually.

“Really?” Juice knitted his eyebrows together, looking at you concerned.
You sighed, embarrassed, “Yeah… it took me forever to get them right this morning,” you looked down.

“I can come over once I’m done working today and put up some cameras if you want?” Juice offered and you felt your heart begin to pound out of your chest at the thought of him being inside your apartment. You gulped, looking back up to meet his eyes, “That would make me sleep better,” you half-smiled, nodding.

Juice smiled back at you and patted your shoulder, “Alright. I’ll grab the stuff I need today. Just text me when you’re going home and I will meet you there.”
Juice stood up and walked across the bar through the back of the building and you took a deep breath, letting it out when you were sure he was gone.
Bobby finally looked up at you and studied your blushed-red cheeks as he began to chuckle, “He has no idea you like him darlin’. Your secret is safe with me,” he said winking at you.

You attempted to refocus on your work but all you could think about was seeing Juice outside of TM tonight as the butterflies in your stomach danced crazily.


Character / Genre: Seokjin x reader | CEO! au, Fluff

a/n: this was meant to be a short drabble but somehow it got too long, but also too short to be a full scenario. Please let me know what you think.

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Ryuji is scared to drink coffee and alcohol because his father drank both and ge doesn’t want to become his father.

**can’t not make this pegoryu i am sorry if u hate it send this to me again and i will redo**

The first time Ryuji refuses coffee, Akira thinks its the bitterness. And, to be fair, it is, but a different bitterness, a bitterness leftover from years of witnessing what a young boy should never have to see.

The second time Akira thinks he’s just being stubborn. He tries to insist, even dumps spoonfuls of sugar into it until Akira’s sure a single sip will cause a cavity. Ryuji pushes the cup away and doesn’t speak. After a moment, he mutters that coffee makes him puke. There’s something more there, Akira decides, something beyond the taste.

The third time Ryuji refuses coffee Akira is experimenting. He makes a latte this time, now mostly warm milk with a hint of espresso, and places it before Ryuji wordlessly. He doesn’t insist. He just waits. Ryuji looks at it like it’s poison, asks Akira to “just drink it already so I don’t have to look at that shit.” Akira mentions it’s a latte, that coffee without being coffee, all casually like the difference between the two is nothing more than factual. When Ryuji touches the cup gently, when he brings it towards him and, 20 minutes later, ventures a sip, Akira sees the way he winces. Ryuji’s thoughts turn over as the liquid burns his throat: no, it’s not coffee, it’s different, it’s warmer, it’s not trying to fix a hangover or drown the memory of fists landing on skin, of bruises that bloom like wretched flowers; it’s a boy in an apron with concerned eyes and dark hair and a face steady, not unpredictable, not wild in all the worst ways. Akira stops brewing coffee whenever Ryuji comes over.

The first time Ryuji rejects a beer, Akira’s expecting it. He knew Ryuji’s father was a drunk, had heard a couple stories over the years, but it’s not the refusal that gets Akira. It’s the way he does it. He shrugs it off, says he doesn’t like the taste, and Akira has a flashback to Lablanc years before. It comes together for him then. Ryuji is a master of nonchalance when he wants to be, and as the college kid shrugs and turns, Akira catches the sigh of relief that escapes Ryuji’s lips.

The second time it’s hard liquor and Ryuji looks disgusted with everyone around him. Akira doesn’t drink, not around Ryuji, but everyone else seems to. He watches his friend carefully, one eye on the scene and one on the blonde boy whose hands keep flexing at his sides. Ryuji starts mumbling, starts going on about how they don’t know what alcohol can do to a person, how it can make you a monster and–no, not make you one, but brings out the demon that’s been inside the whole time. When Ryuji’s body starts shaking–from anger or emotion, Akira isn’t sure–he puts a protective arm around him and steers Ryuji away from the party.

The third time Ryuji doesn’t reject it. It’s been a long week for them–finals, always a hard time for his dearest friend–and Ryuji’s tired, his willpower shot. When the cup finds its way to his hands, Ryuji doesn’t bother asking what’s in it, doesn’t go to the kitchen in search of some “chaser.” He just lifts the cup and swallows. Akira winces at the same time Ryuji does, watching over his friend, wary of what he knows is hidden deep inside his heart. Akira waits while Ryuji puts the cup down and licks his lips, face thoughtful, memories playing over in head like a horror movie. This is what caused all of that. This is the monster Ryuji’s been running from, the one he’s feared he couldn’t beat. He looks to his friend, no longer in an apron but eyes still concerned, dark hair still all over the place, the one real and true constant Ryuji’s ever known. He is all the wild Ryuji needs. Akira’s surprised when Ryuji laughs. He turns to Akira, says he doesn’t get the hype and tosses the cup aside. When he asks Akira if he wants to get a latte, Akira’s never been prouder, and Ryuji’s never felt better.

[My english isn’t very good so I’m sorry for anything.]

The X - First Attack.

It was a quiet Monday morning. Lena had woken up early to get ready and go to school, after all the teachers had warned that there would be new exchange students and she was hoping they’re cute. After a good breakfast, Lena left for the school bus, sitting next to her best friend and talking about the news.

When they arrived at school, everything happened the normal way, got off the bus and went to the school’s yard until the alarm sounded to go to their respective classrooms. Lena walked away for a moment from her friend so that she could go to the dumpster to throw a small paper packaging of candy that she had eat earlier. As she threw the paper, she took her gaze to a tree that was a little distant from there. Strange tree, it had a symbol on it. Lena took a few steps closer, enough so she could see the symbol. It was a circle with an X inside. She shrugged, some student should have done that foolishness, she would tell the principal later, after all the trees couldn’t be mistreated like that.

The bell rang, all the students went to their classrooms and Lena and her friend were the most eager to meet the new students. Everyone standing by their desks as the principal came in, bringing two new students into the classroom. Lena’s smile fell on seeing the students, for her, they weren’t beautiful … They’re from poorer countries and Lena was a somewhat intolerant person for “things” of that sort. Her friend, on the contrary, had adored the first student that had entered, he would surely be her future husband for life, at least she thought so. Lena looked at her friend’s smile with a look of contempt. Lena was the kind of person who says, “It’s not prejudice, BUT …” but it wasn’t her fault, but of the education her parents had given her about different cultures.

To her unhappiness, one of the students would sit next to her for the rest of the year, you can imagine she didn’t like it. But she couldn’t change it.

The hours passed, in a moment, a pencil fell to the floor. Lena’s pencil. Who rescued her pencil was the new student at her side, Orion. He returned the pencil to Lena, who took it with her fingertips, with a look of judgment on the boy.

“I don’t need your help to get my pencil, but thank you for having returned it and not stolen it.” - said the arrogant girl, wiping the pencil on her shirt.

Orion said nothing back and looked down. Lena’s friend, against her, had been disappointed by her action, but also said nothing. In moments like these, it’s like everyone stopped to appreciate the beauty of silence.  

The hours passed until the classes end, and - finally to Lena - they could go home. On the bus back to home, Lena was silent all the way, she was pissed off. Then she decided to listen some music on her cell phone, but every song she chose, all she could heard was 12 seconds of music and the rest were horrible noises that made her take off her headphones quickly. Great, now defective cell phone. It was all she needed now.

She got off the bus as if her life was the worst of all, typical juvenile drama. The only good thing for her was that on Saturday night would have a party at the house of one of the veterans, so she would have to put up with the new student the whole week.

She was heading for the stairs when her mother called her.

“Honey, don’t you want some dinner? I made chicken the way you like it.” - Said the woman with a gentle smile.

“Give your chicken for someone else.” - The girl said angrily and went up to her room.

She went to her bed and picked up her notebook. There was a friend she always talked to, and that friend lived far away from, so she always updated the girl about new things that happened, things like that.

She opened Skype and started the voice conversation.

“Ugh, you will not believe what happened to me.” - Lena said in her most dramatic voice.

“What happened? Did your parents take your allowance again?” - Asked the other girl, teasingly.

“No, I’d rather it was that. Two new boys came into my classroom, exchange students.”

“Cool. Were they cute?”

“Uuughh, just remembering makes me feel sick.. They are from some very awful place, and judging by the clothes and the way they look like, I don’t think they even bathe, they must have used up ALL their money to get this exchange, ‘cause it isn’t possible.

"Don’t be silly, that’s not how it works. They must be very studious, they shouldn’t be that bad either..”

“I don’t wanna judge or anything, BUT by their face, I don’t think they can even write.. I guess they don’t even have a school where they live, I think that’s why they made this exchange.


“Not to mention that– -xxXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

A series of noises and glitchs began to dominate her notebook, until it end on a blue screen with several X rising, then the notebook hung up…. Lena obviously was scared, What was that? It had never happened before… She imagined that maybe it was some program that she had used or some problem on Skype, because, considering, it was the only icon she had opened…

Anyway, she tried to turn her notebook back on. After a few long minutes she managed, sighing with relief that it was not broken. She opened Skype again and called her friend.

"Geez, my notebook hung up on its own, made some strange noises, I was afraid it was broken. I think I spent about 20 minutes trying to turn it back on, I’m glad I managed.” - Lena said with a silly laugh.

“… What? But that’s impossible, you didn’t stop talk to me for a second…” - Her friend said a little confused, imagining that this was some kind of joke or something.

“Uh? How?? After it hung up I spent a long time trying to turn it back on again. Didn’t you just hear me trying to do this? Maybe it continued "connected” in some way and only the screen went off, or something.“

"No, Lena. You kept talking to me all the time, about how you were hating that boy and how stupid that was in your head that you could not fix 'cause you had shit instead of your brain.”

“Are you mocking me for I don’t liking someone?” - Lena asked indignantly.

“No! It was you who spoke these things.”

“I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t even finish a sentence when my notebook hung up.”

“Look, if you’re going to act like a fool, then I’m leaving. I have something better to do.” - Lena’s friend said before she hung up.

Lena had a look of confusion on her face, she would never say something like that of herself, but her friend was not accustomed to lying, at least not to her. What had happened?

She tried to ignore it. She realized that the light on her webcam was on, but she wasn’t using it, she stared at the little light, which quickly hung up 10 seconds after she approached. She shrugged and put the notebook on the desk, left it open because she would still use it. She got up and left the room… She was hungry. And to think she’d have to make some excuse to her mother for ignoring the chicken earlier … Luckily her mother was in a good mood. After dinner she returned to her room. Closed the window, used the notebook for a few more minutes and then turned it off, closing it and leaving it on the desk. For today she would only watch TV and after would go to sleep.

The next day, she woke up bothered with the sun beating on her face. Had her mother opened the window again? She’ve told her so many times that she didn’t want to be woken up like that. She stood up, closing the window and the curtain, so the sunlight wouldn’t be so strong on her face. She went to the bathroom and did her personal hygiene. As she set herself, in the wardrobe mirror, she noticed something strange on the wall. She closed the wardrobe and approached. It was a small red X. She tried to erase it with something, even soap, but it would not come out. It looked like a very strong paint.

She decided to ignore it.

She went down to breakfast and after went to the school bus. As usual, she sat down next to her friend, who tried not to talk much to her… And Lena noticed.

“What is it, Mirian? Did I do something to you? You ignored my messages and now you’re gonna ignore me?”

“What? I ignored? But I answered all your messages!! Even the ones you ridiculed me.” - Mirian said, looking down, clearly upset.

“Uh? I didn’t ridicule you. And I just sent 2 messages. One saying hello and the other asking if you would ignore me, I gave up after that.” - Lena said, folding her arms.

“No, Lena. You sent me a bunch of messages, saying that you knew about my date with the new student and when I was stupid and disgusting to get involved with a guy "like him.”“ - Mirian said already without patience.

"What? Wait, are you dating the new guy???” Lena looked confused and disgusted.

“Look …” - The bus stopped in front of the school and Mirian stood up. - “You’ve been an asshole since yesterday, and I will not tolerate your arrogance.” - Mirian said angrily and went off the bus.

Lena was bewildered for a few seconds, was her friend dating the new guy?? She only left when all the students had left the bus…

She had more to think about than just her best friend coming out with a guy “like that”. Lena knew she hadn’t sent any messages. Remembered the conversation with the other friend on Skype… something was very wrong.

Again she went to the dumpster to throw a paper packaging of candy and looked at the tree, but there was no more symbol… She got a little scared, but she imagined that maybe it had been done with paint and not really faceted there, and that maybe the employees had cleaned….

The bell rang and all the students went to class.

Lena didn’t pay attention for even a second… She had a lot to think about…

Orion handed her a note, and when he realized it, she took the note aggressively, looking at what was written.

“Are you alright? You looks scared… ”

Lena crumpled the paper and threw it back to Orion.

“I’m fine, I don’t need your concern. And you don’t have to gave me notes, I don’t know your homeland, but here you can talk freely when teacher is correcting the task.” - Lena said without even looking at the boy, who lowered his head in silence.

Mirian looked at Lena with a look of disapproval. Lena looked back and shrugged.

“What? I just said the truth.”

“He is mute.” - The other new student, who was standing next to Mirian, spoke to Lena with a neutral expression.

“Oh great, he can’t even talk and want to study.” - Lena said as arrogantly as possible.

Orion was a calm boy who cared about people, but after hearing that, he got up and left the classroom running. He had suffered bullying before for being mute and thought that a new country would better understand his situation.

“Look what you did, you don’t have a heart??” - Mirian said angrily as the student next to her got up and ran out of the classroom too, behind his friend.

The teacher looked at the door where the boys had passed and then looked at Lena….

On the board of directors, Lena folded her arms, angry at the situation. Her father came to school quickly, angry with the headmistress and the teacher, he would protect his daughter until the end.

Lena wasn’t taking it anymore, and she couldn’t even change school because her parents insisted that she study at this one, that it was one of the best schools in town.

All week long Lena was arrogant with the new students, especially Orion, who insisted on worrying about her every time something strange happened. He was a good-hearted boy.

Finally Friday night. Saturday night would have a big party and it was really the only thing that still animated Lena. That night, Lena decided to visit Mirian, see how she was and try to redo the friendship that was already broken and probably wouldn’t be repaired. As she walked past a shop, she stared at the cameras… They seemed to follow her… She tried to stop with her paranoia and moved on. Arriving at her friend’s house, she rang the doorbell. She rang again and again. Finally Mirian appear, crossing her arms at the sight of Lena standing there at the door.

“What do you want?” - Mirian asked.

“Make up with you?” - Lena answered with another question, taking a box of chocolates from the bag she carried.

“ …”

Mirian just accepted that Lena came in 'cause they were friends many years ago, chocolate wouldn’t buy her.

In Mirian’s room, they laughed and talked about subjects that were not the new boys, 'cause if they got into that subject, they would end up fighting again. Lena’s cell phone rang.

"Wait a minute.” - She said to Mirian and answered the phone. - “Hello? Oh, hi mom. I’m at Mirian’s house….” - Lena’s expression fell into despair. - “… What? Okay, I’m coming!!” - She said even more desperately.

“What???” - Mirian asked worriedly.

“My dad had an accident!” - Lena said as she grabbed her things and left the room. Mirian followed her, led her to the door.“

"An accident??” - Mirian opened the door for Lena.

“I don’t know, I’ll go home and see. Bye, see you tomorrow at the party.” Lena waved and ran away. Mirian waved back and closed the door.

Lena came into her house in desperation and crying, screaming at her mother. She ran to the living room and… perplexed and confused, stopped at the door, in front of the living room. Her mom and dad were watching TV quietly. Lena’s mom got up and went to her, worried.

“What is it, my dear? Did something happen??” - She asked.

“… But… you said… Why did you say that daddy had an accident?” Lena was still in shock, so she was still crying.

“.. What? Your dad didn’t suffer any accident. We stayed watching TV all day.” - Lena’s mom said, running her hand over Lena’s face to wipe the tears away.

“But you called me while I was at Mirian’s house, you said he had an accident, I went into despair …” - Lena didn’t know what to feel, she just cried. Lena’s mom hugged her and she hugged her back.

“Oh, darling. You must have gotten a prank call.” - Her mom tried to calm her down. Her father came and ran his hand over her head.

“I’m fine, honey. You shouldn’t answer unknown numbers.” - He said.

“But it was from mom’s number, I saw. It’s registered, look.” - She let go of the hug to take her phone and show… but there was nothing. Literally nothing. There were no more contacts, no messages, no apps. Her phone looked like a complete void. - “… What…”

Her parents looked at each other … Lena had been strange for a while. They thought about taking her to a psychologist or something…

“Go to your room, dear. You’re very tired.” - Her mother said, running her hand through Lena’s hair.

Lena went to the bedroom… Why was this happening? She didn’t know. But tomorrow everything would be compensated, at least she thought.

The next day, she woke up late. She looked at the clock, it was at least about 02:30p.m. She got up and did her personal hygiene. When she entered the bathtub, she felt a blazing close to her collarbone. She left the bath and went to the mirror. There was a small cut there, shaped like a X. Now she was really scared. She couldn’t remember being hurt or anything. Even more so in such a familiar shape.

She tried very hard to ignore. After her bath, she got ready and went to watch some TV, until it’s time for the party. She had no more way to send messages on her phone 'cause she had lost all her contacts… But as soon as she got her phone to see, she saw that all her contacts and app were there again, and there were several messages from Mirian asking what time she would reach party.

Lena obviously was surprised, but she did answer the message anyway.

She was getting ready to go to the party, she would wear her new clothes that had been imported from rich countries. She was excited. She was hoping to find some cute boy  she could talk all night. Her parents already had not allowed her to go, 'cause they thought her daughter needed a lot of rest, so she would have to go out in hiding.

Leaving through the window, she would have to walk to Mirian’s house to go to the party together. Again passing that store, the cameras seemed to follow her, but this time she just show a middle finger.

Arriving at Mirian, she hugged her friend excited.

“It will be so incredible!!” - Lena said anxiously.

“Yes! It’s gonna be a great night. But Coda is going too, so please, try not to be a fool.” - Mirian said referring to her new boyfriend, who was the new student.

“Ugh.. Okay. For you.” - Lena smiled and hugged her friend’s right arm.

Both went to the party excited. Arriving there, they ended up separating because Mirian went to stay with her boyfriend and Lena went to hunt some boy for herself. Someone touched her shoulder and left a note stuck there. The person disappeared faster than a mouse. As she picked up the note, Lena rolled her eyes as she imagined it be from Orion. But… the lyrics were different.

“Meet me in the garden.”

Lena imagined it was some secret admirer. She went into the garden with all her charm, but found no one. She saw some papers on the ground, heading behind a large tree. She imagined that such an admirer was there. She picked up the papers one by one.  Reading aloud in a “sexy voice” so the admirer could hear that she was close.

The first one said, “You ….”

There was another one ahead. She picked it up. It said: “Should..”

The third said: “Talk…”

The forth, which was closer to the tree… Said “Less…”

“What…” - Lena read with a confused expression.

She didn’t have time to think, she was just pulled back from the tree.

A few hours later, when the party was over. Mirian began to look for her friend, whom she couldn’t see anywhere. She decided to send a message.

“ Where are you? We’re leaving.” - Mirian typed in, worried.

“… In the garden.”

“ Why are you there??”

“ … ”

Mirian decided to go to the garden, since her friend wouldn’t explain the reason. She looked around the large garden, but saw no one.

She looked ahead, there was a large tree with a red X drawn. Behind the tree she could see an arm. It seemed Lena was sitting behind the tree. Mirian went there, worried about her friend, she might be drunk or have her heart break by some guy.

“ Silly, why are you there? Come on, let’s g— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Mirian screamed at the sight of her friend.

Lena had her head up, so her face could be well seen, her mouth was sewn, blood flowed through her nose and eyes, and her throat was totally open, it didn’t look like a normal cut, it seemed like anyone who had done that, sticked their hand there and smashing it all in, tearing skin and flesh.

And finally she realized that X written in the tree, had not been made with ink… but… with bloo—– —- — 0000W xxxxxXXXxxxXXxxxxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXXXxx





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