man will you let go that thing already

Note taking tips

Notebook for each class. 

Have a separate notebook for each class. It keeps things organized. Plus, if you keep all of your classes’ notes in the same notebook and you lose that notebook, you’re pretty much SOL. Write clearly. If you’re going to handwrite your notes, make sure you can read them later. PenMANship. It’s got the word “man” in it, so it’s manly. Let go of perfectionism The purpose of note-taking is simple: to help you study better and more quickly. First, what’s new to you? There’s no point in writing down facts you already know. If you already know the Declaration of Independence was written and signed in 1776, there’s no reason to write that down. Anything you know you know you can leave out of your notes. Second, what’s relevant? What information is most likely to be of use later, whether on a test, in an essay, or in completing a project? Focus on points that directly relate to or illustrate your reading (which means you’ll have to have actually done the reading…). The kinds of information to pay special attention to are: 

* Dates of events: Dates allow you to 

  • a) create a chronology, putting things in order according to when they happened, and
  • b) understand the context of an event. For instance, knowing Isaac Newton was born in 1643 allows you to situate his work in relation to that of other physicists who came before and after him, as well as in relation to other trends of the 17th century.

 * Names of people: Being able to associate names with key ideas also helps remember ideas better and, when names come up again, to recognize ties between different ideas whether proposed by the same individuals or by people related in some way.

 * Theories: Any statement of a theory should be recorded — theories are the main points of most classes. 

* Definitions: Like theories, these are the main points and, unless you are positive you already know the definition of a term, should be written down. Keep in mind that many fields use everyday words in ways that are unfamiliar to us. 

 * Arguments and debates: Any list of pros and cons, any critique of a key idea, both sides of any debate related in class or your reading should be recorded. This is the stuff that advancement in every discipline emerges from, and will help you understand both how ideas have changed (and why) but also the process of thought and development within the particular discipline you are studying. 

* Images and exercises: Whenever an image is used to illustrate a point, or when an in-class exercise is performed, a few words are in order to record the experience. Obviously it’s overkill to describe every tiny detail, but a short description of a painting or a short statement about what the class did should be enough to remind you and help reconstruct the experience. 

 * Other stuff: Just about anything a professor writes on a board should probably be written down, unless it’s either self-evident or something you already know. Titles of books, movies, TV series, and other media are usually useful, though they may be irrelevant to the topic at hand; I usually put this sort of stuff in the margin to look up later (it’s often useful for research papers, for example). Pay attention to other student’s comments, too — try to capture at least the gist of comments that add to your understanding. 

* Your own questions: Make sure to record your own questions about the material as they occur to you. This will help you remember to ask the professor or look something up later, as well as prompt you to think through the gaps in your understanding. 

* Note-Taking Techniques: You don’t have to be super-fancy in your note-taking to be effective, but there are a few techniques that seem to work best for most people.

* Outlining: Whether you use Roman numerals or bullet points, outlining is an effective way to capture the hierarchical relationships between ideas and data. In a history class, you might write the name of an important leader, and under it the key events that he or she was involved in. Under each of them, a short description. And so on. Outlining is a great way to take notes from books, because the author has usually organized the material in a fairly effective way, and you can go from start to end of a chapter and simply reproduce that structure in your notes.For lectures, however, outlining has limitations. The relationship between ideas isn’t always hierarchical, and the instructor might jump around a lot. A point later in the lecture might relate better to information earlier in the lecture, leaving you to either 

  • a) flip back and forth to find where the information goes best (and hope there’s still room to write it in) 
  • b) risk losing the relationship between what the professor just said and what she said before. 
 

* Mind-mapping: For lectures, a mind-map might be a more appropriate way of keeping track of the relationships between ideas. Here’s the idea: in the center of a blank sheet of paper, you write the lecture’s main topic. As new sub-topics are introduced (the kind of thing you’d create a new heading for in an outline), you draw a branch outward from the center and write the sub-topic along the branch. Then each point under that heading gets its own, smaller branch off the main one. When another new sub-topic is mentioned, you draw a new main branch from the center. And so on. The thing is, if a point should go under the first heading but you’re on the fourth heading, you can easily just draw it in on the first branch. Likewise, if a point connects to two different ideas, you can connect it to two different branches. If you want to neaten things up later, you can re-draw the map or type it up 

 * The Cornell System: The Cornell System is a simple but powerful system for increasing your recall and the usefulness of your notes. About a quarter of the way from the bottom of a sheet of paper, draw a line across the width of the page. Draw another line from that line to the top, about 2 inches (5 cm) from the right-hand edge of the sheet. You’ve divided your page into three sections. In the largest section, you take notes normally — you can outline or mind-map or whatever. After the lecture, write a series of “cues” into the skinny column on the right, questions about the material you’ve just taken notes on. This will help you process the information from the lecture or reading, as well as providing a handy study tool when exams come along: simply cover the main section and try to answer the questions. In the bottom section, you write a short, 2-3 line summary in your own words of the material you’ve covered. Again, this helps you process the information by forcing you to use it in a new way; it also provides a useful reference when you’re trying to find something in your notes later. Charting Method If your professor’s lecture will be focused on comparing and contrasting two or more ideas, you might consider using the charting method. Create a table in the note-taking program you’re using. Make as many columns as there are categories that you’re comparing and contrasting. Label each column with a category. As you listen to the lecture, record the notes under the appropriate category.

Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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Off Limits

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

Request: Can you write a fic where like dean and the reader are at a bar or something finding out shit for a case and some guy/bartender starts hitting on the reader and Dean gets super defensive. Oh and it being like really fluffy, sorry I live for that shit 😂

Request: Hi, I love reading what you write and I was wondering if you’re still taking requests. If you are, can you do one where it’s Dean and the Reader and he gets SUPER defensive over the Reader to the point where if anyone hits on her he kind of hurts the guy or punches him? Thanks!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: language, lil’ bit of violence

A/N: Combined these two since they went hand in hand…


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Don’t Like You Today

Jerome x Reader

Requested by @secretlyshamelesspersona


“So… Barb says you don’t like me today.” Jerome hummed as he hopped into a seat opposite you. “Oh, come on Doll don’t ignore me!”

“But I don’t like you!” You pouted and slipped your hands onto the table making him break out into a fit of laughter, which ended as he sucked in a big breath.

“Fine but you better not talk to anyone else.” He snapped. “I don’t like you either.”

“I don’t care, I hate you.” You turned your chair away from Jerome who watched you like a cat about to pounce and hopped across the table so he could sit in front of you.

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Harry Styles - Servant In Your House Imagine


[I changed it a little - she’s not a princess but still considered royalty, if that’s okay. This is an interesting and quite different one. It’s long and probably my favorite thing I have EVER written. haha. I just wanted to keep writing and didn’t want it to end.. I hope that you enjoy!!]

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Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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EXO’s Reaction to their little cousin saying they’re going to marry you

I am so fvcking late for this request. I AM SORRY MY DARLING ANON! I DON’T MEAN TO! T^T. I hope it was a fantastical amazical birthday! ♥

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Minseok:

*Finds it the cutest thing ever. The fact that his little cousin is looking up while making that statement made everything better. The moment that the words left his mouth, Minseok burst out laughing on the ground before looking towards you.*

“I think you should break up with me, baby. Clearly, he suits you better, just look at him!”

Originally posted by minniedeer

Junmyeon:

*Starts laughing at the little boy. Finds it adorable that he thinks he even has a chance.*

“You’re so cute, you. I’ll let you marry her when you’re old enough to drink.”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Yixing:

*He can’t argue with the kid because it was the cutest thing. You were giggling on the couch and he can’t help but go along with it.*

“So, where are you going to have your wedding? What are you going to wear? Who’s your best man? I hope I’m invited to the wedding.”

Originally posted by fvck-kai

Baekhyun: 

*Even though he was laughing on the inside, he kept a straight face. Slowly, he turned to the kid and looked down. His eyebrow raised as he bent down.*

“Boi, do you want to repeat that??”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Jongdae:

*He let out a chuckle before smirking and giving his cousin a small challenging look.*

“But she’s already my girlfriend. What? Break up with her? No way! I say we have a duel! The winner gets to marry (Y/n)!”

Originally posted by suhyla

Chanyeol:

*Nope. Not today. Chanyeol wasn’t keen on sharing you.*

“Ahahahahahahahahahahaha, very funny kid. You can have her…YEET- Find someone your own size.*

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Kyungsoo:

*Burst out laughing before adjusting himself. He then bends down and patted the kid’s head.*

“Very funny, kid. But I don’t think you’d stand a chance against me. I mean, come on, look at the way I’m dressed, obviously she’d go for me. Bye!”

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Jongin:

*He chuckled after the words left his cousin’s mouth. He finds it adorable and plays along because he can’t break the kid’s spirit.*

“Oh yeah? Where’s her ring? A ring pop?! How did you afford that, it must’ve costed a fortune! Baby, you’ve got yourself a nice man.”

Originally posted by sunkai

Sehun:

*Is amused. Very amused. He started nodding along as his little cousin starting describing the wedding.*

“You follow your dreams, little man. In the mean time, I’m going on a date with your fiancee.”

Originally posted by blondejongin

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MASTERLIST

With Mars Bars, Snickers and Skittles

Happy birthday @mysenia. I’m so sorry I’m late but I’m in the middle of a writer’s block and just couldn’t write. It’s taken me forever to finish, sorry! It’s nearly 5am here so maybe it’s not too late??? Hopefully you’ll like this and it will be worth the wait T.T

Peter officially wakes up exactly on his birthday.

On that 27th of October, dark clouds greet him when he painstakingly turns his head and everything indicates that it’s one of those rare cold days in California. On that 27th of October his doctor nearly drops the chart she was holding and her little entourage of interns flutter around excitedly because it’s a… miracle.

(Peter has a feeling that he will come to hate that word pretty fast.)

They make him go through a battery of tests a mile long that leaves him even more exhausted than he already felt. By the end of it all, he finds himself in a new room, in a new bed, with a tray with soup and a strawberry jello that the nurse has plated and placed a candle on. Peter doesn’t know how to feel about it but he has always loved sweet things, so he thanks the nurse, blows the candle and eats it anyway.

He regrets it later. Not because he gets sick or anything, but because he doesn’t and that’s a miracle too.

(It’s been less than a day and he hates the word already so he was right about that. Shocking.)

He asks. He knows who’s dead, of course. He became the alpha the moment Talia died, so the bonds transferred to him instantly and he felt most of those snap before he could even reach home. But three of those were still active after he tore the unsuspecting Kate and Gerard Argent’s throats apart and forced his way inside the house. None of those were in there, all the ones he found were already dead, and he lost consciousness just after managing to crawl his way out. Those three bonds are still active right now, so what happened?

The nurse tells him that Laura is on her way, that they had tried to reach her the moment he woke up but were unable to. She should be here any moment now, she says. However, it’s not her who makes it first but a sweaty and winded Cora.

Peter has never been a family man. Ever. He was more likely to skip the once a year family reunion than to actually attend it. However, he has to admit that he has always had a soft spot for Talia’s brats. He used to call Cora his tough crybaby because she would power through whatever was upsetting her like a seasoned warrior and then go to Peter’s downtown office to vent. If Peter was in a meeting she would patiently wait outside until it was over. Then she would unceremoniously enter, grab her pastel and sparkly stuffed unicorn (that he kept in plain view just for the entertainment it provided via his client’s reactions) and bawl her eyes out. Peter would let her vent and not intervene until she either sat on one of the chairs he had in front of his desk or on his lap. He then would give her a Mars bar that he kept in his first drawer just for her (Snickers for Derek, Skittles for Laura) and they would talk (she normally wanted revenge, Derek just a good vent and sometimes advice, and Laura could go both ways) until she felt better. If this happened at home, he more often than not would find himself with a squatter in his bed.

Peter fell into a coma in January and has woken up nearly in November, but of the next year, so it’s been nearly two years and Cora is fourteen already. She has gone from slightly chubby to spindly and Peter frowns inwardly, because he doesn’t like what it implies. She waits until the nurse excuses herself to walk towards the bed and try to muster a smile. Peter sighs and draws her in. She lands with a grunt on the bed and holds herself stiffly for a few seconds before she collapses and he starts to feel something wet where she has hidden her face on the crook of his neck.

Laura and Derek arrive shortly after but Cora doesn’t emerge from her hiding place. They both look startlingly thin and worn out, but Laura specially so. She tears up the moment she sees him awake and comes to hug him almost immediately. Derek remains by the door, looking miserable.

“I’m sorry,” Laura babbles. “My boss is an asshole and I couldn’t give him an excuse to fire me and-”

“Shush,” Peter croaks simply and she quiets and collapses just like Cora beside him.

Derek is still by the door.

Just before her death, Kate Argent was bragging about the methods she had used to get what she needed. Peter knows. Derek is sixteen years old right now, so he was fourteen then. He was a kid and even if some part of Peter wishes he had been fully an adult so he could blame him, rage and let his own anger out, he can’t. If anyone is to blame here apart from the obvious, it’s Peter and Talia and Mathew. They were the adults, they should have noticed something. Peter should have noticed something amiss.

And so, he does the most difficult thing he has done in his life and says, fully believing it.

“It wasn’t your fault, Derek. Come here.”

And Derek shudders, swallows thickly and unravels before his eyes. Cora starts crying again, Laura shakes even harder. The nurse has enough tact to not say anything when she finds all of them in a pile.

How Laura managed to keep Derek and Cora’s guardianship, Peter doesn’t know, but he suspects strongly that the Tribunal moved things along to facilitate it to make up for what happened. Their “kindness” and “helpfulness” ended right there, though, because Laura has been running herself to an early grave with three jobs to keep up with the hospital and their livelihood expenses. She should have received the life insurance dues but the company contested them and in the end she ended up with more expenses (from the lawyer’s fees) than what she started on, so she had to let it go because she couldn’t afford the risk of not being able to pay for the little flat where they live at the worst part of town. She never even started college in UCLA like she was supposed to.

She has been arguing a lot with Derek because he wants to leave his studies to work full time to relieve her of some of the pressure and she won’t have it. Cora is still in mandatory schooling but she helps sometimes at Derek’s workplace before going to school and around the neighbourhood for a pittance after it.

They are tired, worn down, stressed and downright miserable.

This situation is unacceptable.

The first thing he does is contact the Tribunal. If it was only about Peter, he’d prefer to make it on his own without having to depend on them, but this is about Laura not looking a step from keeling over, about Derek not feeling guilty about continuing his studies, about Cora not looking like a strong wind will blow her away, so he will swallow his pride. He may not be able to get what he wants from the insurance company, but he can strong arm the Tribunal into doing that for him.

On another front, Peter finds out that he has just missed the chance to take the bar exam again and the next examination period is in February, so he can’t do anything about that. The thing, though, is that his clients chose him mainly for his deviousness and his smarts, and those are more than fine even if he just woke up. He can try to reach out and offer his services as an external consultant until he has his license again. He doesn’t lose anything by trying and even if it doesn’t work, he will have let them know for when he goes back full time on February. If it does work, he’ll get another source of income that will give them a reprieve.

He even knows with whom to start.

Peter, love, I have missed you so much!” one of his favourite clients gushes when he offers his services as a consultant and briefly demonstrates that he’s still as capable as ever. This particular client likes very hung Latinos that always turn to be golddiggers that want to steal his fortune. “My new lawyer is just no good! Dear Pablo got a veritable fortune out of me when he left me and that’s no good. I thought it would happen again with Roberto but here you are again to save me from a cruel fate!” He sighs dramatically. “He was so cute when we married, love, and he worshipped me so much…

“You mean your cock,” Peter points out dryly, like many times before.

Well, that too,” he giggles. “He did this thing with his tongue that… Let me tell you, I’m going to have trouble finding someone who knows how to do that, love, and I’m already mourning because it was fantastic.

“You always say that, Anthony,” Peter says amused.

It’s your fault, darling,” the man pouts. “You know you are my one true love. We would be so good together! Ah, but no use crying over what will never be.” He sighs again. “I’ll have my assistant send you all the necessary documents to your temporary address. Get back to me as soon as possible, yes?

And so, by the time Peter finally gets fed up and leaves the hospital AMA, the insurance company has paid up everything it should have and he has a somewhat steady and hefty source of income.

There are a lot of changes in that first month. Among other small things, they move to a bigger flat while Peter sorts out the Hale land issue, Derek stops talking about leaving his studies and only works at the weekends (because apparently his work is not that bad, which in his case is as good as a singing endorsement), Cora stops helping around the neighbourhood (she just gives a hand at Derek’s workplace because she likes it too) and Laura is currently unemployed because Peter flat out ordered her to leave all her works when she couldn’t bring herself to make the decision even though she really wanted to. Peter also enforced the rule of having as many meals together as they can and has watched satisfied as they gain weight steadily.

All in all, he’s satisfied with the progress even though he knows they need to address what happened. He knows better than to push it, though, because even if the kids are as different from each other as day and night, they do share a common feature between them and with Peter. None of them do well when pushed to talk, they need to make up their minds by themselves first, so Peter just waits while they do. Peter is ready for when they feel like it.

And as he expected, Laura is the first to crack. Ever since she found herself with as much free time as she could ever want, she hasn’t known what to do with herself. Oh, the first few days (a week if he’s being generous) she enjoyed it. She slept in, watched series, went out and so on, but it got old pretty quickly and she started feeling antsy.

He’s working late in his office (the fancy way to call the kitchen until he actually gets himself a real one) when she slips in silently. She makes a show of looking inside the fridge but Peter already knows. Just like when this happened before the fire, though, he lets her be. After a couple of minutes, she sits in front of him with a mug of hot milk that he knows she probably won’t even touch and that Peter himself will end up drinking.

“I don’t know what to do,” she says finally. “I just… don’t know?” She rubs her mouth and then her forehead frustrated. “I used to and now I just… don’t?”

“So what?” Peter replies when it looks like she has run out of things to say.

“I-what?” she stutters bewildered.

“So what if you don’t know what to do?” Peter elaborates. “What’s the problem with that? What’s the rush?”

“I’m already twenty! I should-” she cuts herself before continuing desperately. “I can’t just stay doing nothing!”

Peter understands what she doesn’t say. She has devoted every second of the last two years to make sure the family stays afloat and now that she has nothing threatening to weight her down, she finds herself adrift.

“Then do something,” Peter says simply and she gapes. “You don’t know what to do with the rest of your life? Ok, fine, then decide what to do for the next day, week, month. Whatever you feel most comfortable with. Work, treat yourself, learn to do something new. You said yesterday that you wished you knew how to bake, right? Then find a course and learn. No? That’s no good? Then what else? Knitting? Martial Arts? Languages? If there’s anything that sparks your interest, even if it’s just a vague one, then go for it until you find your own way. And when you find it, you found it.”

“But-”

“Laura, you’ve more than earned the right to be unsure and try your way around. Your parents would have been proud of who you have become.” Peter reaches into his bag and gets a little bag of Skittles out to hand it to her. “I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Laura laughs and laughs as she catches the bag, then cries and cries, then she laughs again and then cries.

“Sorry,” she hiccups when she finally can get a hold of herself, just like she used to I’m the rare occasions that she cried this hard when she was younger. “I’m a mess.”

“Tell me something new,” Peter answers dryly, also like he used to.

That startles another laugh out of her and she throws a Skittle at him, again like she used to. Peter grabs it before it can impact on his eye (the little shit has always had deadly accuracy and one Skittle to the eye in his lifetime is all that Peter will tolerate) and then eats it. He makes a gagging face right afterwards, because he likes sweets but not the mass produced and just plain sugar kind. She laughs again when he steals her now lukewarm milk.

“You can come in, squirt,” she says after a few seconds, prompting a disgruntled Derek to come in.

Even as kids they had the rule to not intrude when one of them needed Peter, and he has always found that endearing and amusing in equal parts. He doesn’t let it show, of course, even if he shares an entertained look with Laura when Derek’s back is to them.

“You finished the milk,” he grumbles put upon and Peter nearly snickers.

“Here,” he says instead, handing him the mostly untouched mug of milk and Derek nods gratefully.

It looks as if he just came for something warm but he stops before leaving to fidget at the door. “Stiles is looking for a helper,” he finally lets out after a lot of hesitation. For moment Peter is a little confused but then he remembers that Stiles is the nickname one Mieczyslaw Stilinski prefers. The boss that always sends Derek home with a wagon of homemade sweets (that Peter secretly steals part of) because he pays him a ridiculously high extra every month to have him as a taste tester that gives him a brutally honest opinion about his creations. Peter doesn’t want to tell him that it’s most likely because both of Stiles’ parents also died before he was an adult and he wants to help him out. “He loves teaching people and he pays well.”

“I’ll look into it,” Laura answers warmly and the tips of Derek’s ears go red. “Thanks, squirt.”

“Not a squirt,” he grumbles before leaving.

Laura does apply for a job at R&R (one day Peter will actually remember to ask what that stands for) and gets it. She comes back looking mystified and Derek and Cora keep smirking. She keeps coming back happy and relaxed, though, so Peter, who is up to his ears with work, sees no reason to investigate further for now.

Cora seeks him out a week later. Just like she did before the fire, she unceremoniously walks into his office (still the glorified kitchen but hey, coffee and snacks right at hand) and then sits in a corner with the stuffed unicorn that Peter was so fond of. She isn’t crying this time but he knows better than to let that lure him into a false sense of safety.

When she finally turns to face him, her opening is certainly not what he was expecting.

“A boy called me a bitch today because I refused to go out with him,” she states completely serious and Peter is a bit thrown because she doesn’t exactly look affected by it. He waits for the other shoe to drop. “He said that if I had a mom I would be more of a lady… or something along those lines.” Ah. “You may get a call about that, by the way, because I think I broke his nose.”

Peter blinks, then he holds a hand for her to high-five (which does the trick to relax her from her tense posture) and then speaks. “Love, I know she was your mom and you thought her the perfect saint, but… well, no use on sugar coating things. Your mother was the most perfect bitch I’ve ever met and let me tell you, your father downright adored that part of her. In fact, he got all misty eyed and it stunk all around because of it. It was disgusting.”

“Uncle Peter! I don’t want to hear about mom and dad-” she groans revolted and can’t even bring herself finish the sentence. Peter hears Derek and Laura groaning too at the sitting room and he inwardly claps himself in the back.

“Yes, exactly! That was exactly my face,” he continues outwardly unfazed but deeply amused by her reaction. “I didn’t want to hear my sister doing the nasty either.”

Uncle Peter!” they chorus from everywhere.

“Okay, okay. You’re such an overdramatic child…” He sighs as if put upon. “But back to your mother being a bitch and that being a fantastic thing.”

“Yes, please.”

“Your mother nearly broke the pack apart once.”

“What?!”

“What you just heard,” Peter nods. “A bit of back story for you first so you can understand what happened better. Before your mother was made the alpha, the Hales were a very traditional matriarchal family. Children were always had at least in groups of three and power would be always passed to the oldest daughter. If the main family didn’t manage to spawn one, they would lose the right of leadership and it would shift to the line that had the currently oldest daughter. As you can guess, that was the ground of very entertaining familial situations,” he adds dryly.

“Why always at least three?”

“The oldest daughter for the alpha and of the two remaining, the oldest would be the right hand and the youngest the left hand.” At her incredulous look he nods. “Yeah, I know. In your case, Laura would have been the alpha, Derek the right hand and you the left hand.”

“That’s just-”

“I know,” he nods chagrined. “Not only that didn’t let anyone choose what they wanted to be, but it also disregarded that one person may be completely unsuitable for the job.”

“That’s so stupid.”

“Also, to put it bluntly, being the left hand was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Invariably, they got pushed to the fringes of the pack and had to do all the dirty work behind the scenes and at the same time endure being looked down for it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Exactly,” he agrees. “They had a system where the current holder of each position would teach the next one and in their eyes, that was more than enough. In reality it only served to drive the next generation apart just as much as the current one was.” Peter sighs remembering. “To make a story short, your uncle Daniel was too hot tempered and impulsive to be the right hand, your mother was too self-centred to be the alpha and I was too bitter and drawn to be the left hand by the end of the training period. None of us wanted to be any of those either. Do you know what your grandparents said?” She shakes her head in answer. “That she might be too soft to be the alpha.”

“Mom?!”

“Your mother was many things back then, love, but soft wasn’t one of them. In any case, she did a complete turn over into becoming the perfect daughter and alpha candidate. One neither Daniel nor I liked one bit.” Peter swallows remembering. “And if I didn’t want to become the left hand of the Talia from before, you can bet that I wanted to become that to that Talia even less. By then the rest of the family had caught wind of what was happening and demanded a trial period of a month before she was approved and Talia agreed to it.” Peter remembers that very night clearly even after so much time has gone by. He remembers her sneaking into his room at night and reaching to scent him with a softly whispered trust me, please. “It was one of the worst times I’ve ever had but I endured it and so did Daniel.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it have been better if some one else got the job? None of you wanted it, right?”

“Believe me, if you’d had more contact with your granduncles you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“That bad?”

“Worse,” Peter says plainly. “Needless to say, she became the alpha in the end. But here comes the good stuff. By tradition, she should have chosen Daniel and I right then, but she didn’t. She chose your father instead, the most level headed and calm person I’ve ever met. It couldn’t be a more perfect choice even if she tried.” Peter grins remembering the mayhem. “Then she refused to choose a left hand and your grandmother and your granduncle Joshua very nearly had an apoplexy just then. It was glorious. Your uncle Daniel and your granduncle Estephan couldn’t stop cackling and let me tell you, I never saw him even smile when he was training me.” Peter smiles sadly rememberring the so brilliant and so tired man. “But, wait, it got even better. They all tried to stage a mutiny just then and she roared them into submission with so much ease it was ridiculous. When one of our cousins tried to push it and called her everything under the sun, she punched him and sent him rolling a few feet. Her bitch please face was a thing of beauty and I chose right then to be her left hand.”

“After all her troubles!”

“It was never a matter of capacity in my case love, but of willingness,” he corrects her simply. “But anyways, to wrap this up, your mother chose to be a bitch, to stand for what she believed on and not feel sorry about it. You can bet your ass that she would have high-fived you too today if she could have.”

“Really?”

“Really. But Cora, dear, the left hand still left in me is cringing at the execution. Next time be more subtle and don’t get caught.”

“I knew he’d never admit a girl punched him, though. He’s one of those macho guys.”

“Ok, I’ll admit that then,” Peter hums handing her a Mars bar. She grins happily. “But those types do crumble under the right pressure, you know. One push from their mothers and they’ll sing.”

“True. What do you suggest then?”

Peter does get called because of that punch. He talks his way out of trouble and not only Cora doesn’t get punished, but he gets the boy suspended for a week for harassment, with his own parents fully endorsing the punishment.

(Yes, Peter is that good.)

(He may have inadvertently created a monster, though.)

Unsurprisingly, Derek waits to seek him out until the house is empty because Laura is working and, as if sensing something was up, Cora has made herself scarce. He’s not crying, but he smells miserable, tired and sad. He hovers on the doorway for some time before making his way in. He has Cora’s unicorn clutched tightly between his arms when he finally takes a seat, which proves completely she knew something was up. He keeps silent for so long that, for a moment, Peter is sure this is one of those times when Derek doesn’t actually want to talk and just needs the company.

“If I hadn’t- If I-”

“It would still have happened. She would have tried Cora next and, if that had failed she would have found another way.”

“But it was me. I was so stupid! How could I not notice!”

“Hmm,” Peter hums, outwardly calm in the face of the storm even though he wants to find a way to revive both of those psychos so he can torture them back to death. “So if right now something about a child being abused appeared on the news you’d think them weak? And if it was of a child being raped?”

“I- No!”

“Then what is it that makes you different?”

“I wasn’t a child!”

“Weren’t you? So you think fourteen year olds aren’t children? So if you heard news of a teacher being arrested for having sex or a relationship with a fourteen year old you would think what happened is their fault? For being gullible? Or would you think that the teacher is to blame?”

“I- It’s not- It’s not the same!”

“Why? What makes you different? Being a werewolf? You think being a werewolf changes much hormonally or neurologically speaking?”

“I should have known,” Derek whispers quietly.

“She was really good, Derek, and you weren’t the first she did this to. There were other kids before. Do you think they are to blame?”

Derek doesn’t answer. He just swallows and then cries silently.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek begins to open up. So slowly, in fact, that for a while Peter thinks that he flubbed up with his approach when they talked. But, after a while, he starts noticing little changes here and there and he can finally breathe easier.

Time passes. Despite some hiccups, the kids look healthier, happier and more motivated. Laura loves baking and is talking about enrolling into a school to get a title; Derek has been thinking about studying psychology to become a counsellor; Cora’s grades have shot up and she’s thinking about trying different clubs to see what she likes.

On one rare alone night, Peter gets out a bottle of fine whisky and silently toasts Talia, who in her final moments chose to issue another big fuck you to the stupid Hale traditions and shot the matriarchal system to hell. Then he forces himself to remember both the good and the bad of those gone and then to let go.

At a month to make a year after he woke up, the kids stage an intervention against Peter.

“I didn’t stop working so that you could work yourself to an early grave, uncle Peter,” Laura scolds him frowning. She looks so much like Talia that for a second Peter expects her to take both of her shoes off to practice her accuracy with his head. Since unlike her mother Laura does have a good aim, this could only end badly for him.

“I could up my hours again?” Derek adds softly, which is arguably worse that Laura’s promise of physical violence and Peter inwardly cringes. “I’m sure Stiles would appreciate it? Cake Wars is coming up, after all.”

“Cake Wars?” Peter asks, confused. He now knows the meaning of R&R -Rebel’s Respite, in a homage to Star Wars, but because of copyright reasons he used that acronym in the registration form. Apparently he continuously makes a pun about how by doing that he’s rebelling against the copyright Imperium. Peter hasn’t met the man yet, even after all this time, but he doesn’t really need to to know he’s a complete dork- courtesy of Laura, but this is a term he has never heard before.

“No no no no no,” Laura intervenes hastily before the distraction can work. “No changing the topic.”

“Nice try, though, uncle Peter,” Cora says smirking.

Peter narrows his eyes at her with a clear a don’t you dare sass me, young lady, I taught you everything you know and she smirks even more. Ah damn, he did create a monster, after all.

He sighs resignedly.

Over the next week, Peter reduces his hours drastically. He’s been trying to save enough money to make a good savings account for each of the kids for any emergency or situation that may arise, but he figures that he has managed to put in a good enough amount by now and that he can take it easy for now.

He lets himself be convinced to go to Disneyland the last two weeks of summer vacation. It’s simultaneously one of the worst and the best things he has done in a while.

Cake Wars (again, the name is a bad Star Wars pun, why is Peter not surprised?) is a benefit contest that Stiles organizes every year ever since he opened his shop. Peter learns all about it while Laura pushes him towards the entrance. As they pass by, Peter notices a line that goes around the building and then extends until the street ends. Even the police is there, keeping an eye on the proceedings, and Peter vaguely wonders how Stiles feels about his late dad’s department’s presence.

Whatever he was expecting about the man, it doesn’t even get close to what he actually finds. Lean framed, with tousled brown hair and almond shaped amber eyes, Stiles is a ball of energy that never stops moving. He’s wearing a black chef uniform with an apron with a Darth Baker emblazoned on it. He’s also waving around what Peter knows to be lightsaber salt and sugar shakers and he hasn’t stopped grining even for a second since they got here.

When he spots them, he solemnly passes the lightsabers to a kid that looks scared shitless (Liam, Peter’s mind provides) and then leaves him to the wolves in favour of approaching them.

(Oh, if Peter didn’t like him already because of how much he helps his kids, he would now.)

“Laura! Mrs. Whittemore says she wants to challenge your pistachio panacotta, can you believe that?”

“Whaaaat???” she exclaims before becoming a woman on in a mission and abandoning Peter behind.

“I don’t think Mrs. Whittemore is actually here for the benefit,” he confides in Derek, who just rolls his eyes in unison with Cora, prompting a wider smile from Stiles. “I think she still hasn’t gotten over her crushing defeat last year so she’s trying a weaker” he makes quotation marks with his hands, “opponent. Your sister is gonna eat her alive,” he laughs, prompting another round of snickers out of them.

“Where do you need us, Stiles?” Derek finally asks looking at the chaos around.

“Unless you prefer to go to help Kira and Mason at the counter, go to the back with Erica and Boyd, will you?” Peter spots immediately how his nephew relaxes at not having to face the crowd dead-on. He’s pretty sure that Stiles offered him an out on purpose. “And you, awesome ninja knight,” he says turning towards a preening Cora and nodding towards Liam, “go help the damsel in distress before he gets eaten by the dragons, ok? Oh, and if you spot Scott along the way, try to put a leash on him and get him to the counter again. I swear, he’s like a puppy, he gets distracted with everything and suddenly I don’t even know where he is.”

“I heard that!” someone shouts from behind, prompting a snicker out of Derek and a smirk out of Cora.

“You were supposed to!” Stiles shouts back without even turning. “Don’t think I didn’t see you filching those lemon bars!”

“Lies and slander!”

“You still have the crumbs all over your face, you pig!”

“Oops!” a man eeps as he passes them by in the direction of the counter and Stiles rolls his eyes fondly.

“You must be the elusive Peter Hale,” he greets turning towards him and reaching for a handshake. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Same here,” Peter answers warmly.

“So, I heard that you’re a really good lawyer?”

“Yes?”

“Good, because Laura looks about ten seconds away from murdering Mrs. Whittemore and about just five from castrating her son, and since Mr. Whittemore is the district attorney she’s gonna need a really good one.”

“That’s insulting, you know?” Peter answers very seriously, with both eyebrows sky high. “As if my children would be stupid enough to get caught. I taught them better than that.”

For a moment, Stiles looks surprised. Then his whole face lights up and he grins delighted. “Ohhh, I like you. I hope you know that I’m never letting you go now,” he exclaims happily.

“FYI: the Stiles package includes a very high content of sweets, wit, sarcasm and dorkiness seasoned with a generous amount of clumsinness and nerdery. Also, when he says he’s not letting you go, he means it,” a teen pipes as he passes them and Stiles flips him the finger as the tips of his ears go red.

Peter can’t help himself and laughs, utterly charmed.

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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Captain Cassian Andor - ‘Internal Injuries’

I’m sorry; you are probably annoyed with all the cassian requests but he is babe. I was wondering if you could please write one where it’s the reader that goes to sacrif instead of him and she dies. And we see how he reacts to her death & memorial. Sorry it’s so angst. Thank you sweetie

I’m sorry if it’s too short and I’m sorry if I made you cry.

Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv


When he was first told about Rogue One, about the fate of Scarif, Captain Cassian Andor took it as any captain should have. That it was a needed step towards victory, towards saving the galaxy and it would be remembered until the end of time.

Nobody saw Captain Andor when he returned to his quarters and how he broke down. He cried the names of those he had known on that ship, save one; your name. He didn’t dare even think of your name. Just the idea of merely daring to think about you brought him to the edge of tears. He threw himself into any mission he could get in an attempt to distract himself from what he felt. Each mission, he’d brave the line of blaster fire, just to see if the fates would pity him in death; but they never did.

No, Cassian Andor was forced to keep living. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t seem to leave his life behind. When you had died, he had been in the safety of the Yavin Base because he couldn’t make it to the ship in time and he had to live with that guilt everyday. It got to the point, after a lot of close calls and one too many trips to the cantina, when Mon Mothma herself, put him in a jail cell. It was that night when he first thought of you since he was told about Scarif. In that very jail, the legendary Captain Cassian Andor cried himself to sleep. After that night, he was issued to the medbay as a patient, under his ‘internal injuries’. He didn’t fight it, or beg to be put back to work; he just gave up. He didn’t even speak to anyone, and would ignore the ones that tired. But not even once did anyone think that Captain Cassian Andor was broken, just that he was healing from years at war.

His days consisted of thinking of you; your eyes, your smile, the way you’d look at him when he shouted a Rebellion cliche. He’d remember the day you first told him that you loved him and the way you kissed him after. The way you would call him “Andor” whenever he became too annoying and the way you’d snuggled up to him at night to fight the cold. He heard every “I love you” and “come back to me” over and over again until he fell asleep; but even then his dreams never acted as an escape. He’d see you in all your stunning glory and when he woke up, he’d have to watch you fade away.

The day Mothma told him about the Rogue One memorial, he finally spoke and when he did, Mon’s heart broke.

“Will her name…will she be honored?” All she could do was nod at the broken man before her. No amount of words could save this man. She merely handed him a hologram transmission that they received before Scarif exploded and exited his room. He pressed play expecting a montage of names and faces but only saw yours. Your eyes wide in fear but your stance strong and unwavering. Tear gathered in his deep brown eyes as he watched, and those tears fell when he heard your voice.  

“It’s, it’s not good Cassian. I just wanted you to know a few things before…I love you. But you already know that.” You let out a chuckle and Cassian did too. “You need to keep going, Andor, no matter what happens. The galaxy needs you, you hear me? Now do what you’re told and save it.” You smiled and then a bright light appeared behind you and the footage cut out. He replayed the footage over again, just to see your face. After a while he started to speak,

                         “I hear you,” he murmured, “I hear you.”


 When he was first told about Rogue One, about the fate of Scarif, Captain Cassian Andor took it as any captain should have; he kept going.

A lot of people know you as a man who discovered Taylor Swift. What was it about her, when you first saw her, you said “this is somebody with a future”?
Scott Borchetta: You know… she just had all the right stuff. Even at 15 years old, her songs were so sophisticated already. But also there was just this thing that those of us, who have been doing this for our entire careers, you just go ‘oh my God, there IT is’. You know - protect it, lock the door, don’t let it get away.

Caught Hook Handed

Lines are tested at Thanksgiving dinner! Lots of fluff and of course lots of smut;)

Rated M You can read more of my work here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/rubyrose82/works

“I still don’t really get what this holiday is all about. Every year I try to understand, but it just seems like everyone is getting together just to eat turkey and pumpkin pie. Besides there are much more important things pie,” Killian teased, playfully biting the soft skin between her neck and shoulder.

“Killian, I already told you. We don’t have time. We are already going to be late,” Emma giggled, a shiver running down her spine from his ministrations. Damn, that man was gonna test her self control today.

“Let them wait, darling,” Hook practically purred in her ear.

“I know they know why we are late every time. Our family doesn’t need anymore reasons to pick on us,” She moaned, as his hand traveled further down, playing with the seam of her navy blue dress. She could feel his hardening erection against the crease of her ass. Pull it together, Emma she thought!

It was crazy that they had been married for almost five years and he could still pull this kind of excitement from her. God, she had it bad. Emma quickly turned around and placed a brief chaste kiss to his lips, then spun around making her way to the kitchen to take the pie out of the oven.

“Easy tiger, you think you can wait a few more hours?” She laughed, staring at the bulge in his pants.

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The Neighbors (7/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                    Chapter 7 : The Confrontations

   You have to pull Steve away from Nick, reminding him tonight is about good publicity & hitting a civilian right now would be counterproductive. The scowl doesn’t leave his face though, so you pull him into a kiss to try and distract him. It works, and he pulls you to him by your hips. You finally separate as you hear someone let out a cough. Both of you part and see Tony Stark raising an eyebrow at you. As you smile, you extend your hand to him.

“Hi Mr. Stark, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” You say sweetly. He smiles in return, letting out a laugh as he takes your hand.

“Please, call me Tony, darling. So you’re the girl Rogers won’t shut up about, huh? It’s nice to put such a beautiful face to the name.” A deep blush spreads across your face.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

  Nick comes to stand next to Tony. “Mr. Stark, shall we continue the interview for the magazine since we were so rudely interrupted?” Nick asks, in his fake, kiss ass voice.

“Yeah yeah, sure kid. I’ll see you guys in a little bit, go mingle!”

So Nick’s new job is for a magazine. Those poor people don’t know what they’ve walked into.

  Before Nick walks away with Tony, he looks you up and down, making you squirm under his gaze. “New York has changed you Y/n, I’m loving it.” He winks at you then goes after Tony. Steve’s face was the definition of murderous as he watches Nick walk away. You take his face between your hands, redirecting his gaze to you.

“Hey, don’t let him bother you. I’m yours, remember?” You say softly. He snaps out of it and smiles down to you. He places a kiss on your nose then takes your hand in his.

“Come on, it’s time you met the team, Doll.”

  On the way to find the team, the boys have to stop and socialize with every group. You’re hesitant at first, but when Steve starts introducing you everything feels like it’s going smoothly. You feel like you’ve met a million new people already.   

   You finally make your way to the team. You start getting anxious,but shake it off. They are just people, like the boys. They just save the world constantly. Normal, world saving people. Breathe.  

Guys, this is Y/n.“ Steve says, as he pulls on your hand making you step in front of him and closer to his friends. Natasha is the first one to approach you, a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s really nice to meet you. I don’t know what you’ve done to these boys, but they talk about you constantly.” She says as you shake her hand. You blush and laugh.

“It’s really nice to you too. I’m a big fan of all of you.” You look to the rest of team, their attention was on you already. “Thank you all for everything you’ve done for this world.” You send them all a genuine smile, receiving the same from them. After Natasha, you met Clint, Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and finally Wanda. When you meet Wanda, she pulls you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet Steve’s girlfriend!” she squeals. Oh God, she so cute with that accent. Wait, is Steve telling people I’m his girlfriend? Huh, I wasn’t aware this relationship started already. “It’ll be fun having another girl around, right Nat?” she lets you go to look at Natasha.

 Natasha laughs and agrees. You smile and begin talking with the team about random things, just getting to know them a little more. Steve stands right behind you the entire time, playing with the hem of your dress. As the team continues talking, you get a chance to look at their costumes, which aren’t really costumes. They all had on their Avenger Suits, except Rhodey; he wore a shirt with the arc reactor like Iron Man.  These guys have such creative minds. You and the boys all receive compliments on your costumes. Yup, I’m a genius. Tony made his way back to the team, announcing that they have to go socialize more. He begins shooing everyone in different directions.

  You end up getting separated from Steve when Tony drags him along with him. Music begins playing a little louder than before, and people begin slow dancing on the floor in the middle of the room. You smile watching them dance, then see Wanda and Vision among them. You send her a wink, causing her to blush. You begin talking to a couple that was standing close to you when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Please be Steve asking me to dance. You turn, expecting Steve to be standing there waiting for you, but instead you’re met with the exact opposite: Nick.

Would you like to dance, Y/n?“ he asks softly. He seriously has some fucking nerve.

As you’re about to reject him, you notice the couple you were talking to watching the interaction. I can’t cause a scene and I can’t be rude. Just get this over with. You force a smile and nod. You then excuse yourself from the couple, and make your way to the dancefloor. Nick pulls you to him, resting one hand on your waist while holding yours in the other. He begins slowly moving side to side, following the beat to the song.

"You look beautiful tonight, you know that?” He asks, his lips close to your ear.

Originally posted by maagiics

“I’m aware. Don’t think anything has changed Nick. I agreed to dance to avoid bringing negative attention to us by rejecting you. This dance isn’t for you, so deflate your giant ass ego,” you whisper harshly as you smile at a couple dancing near you. He lets out a deep chuckle, gripping you tighter.

"Oh sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing? We both know you don’t belong here. Let alone with a team of Heroes.” You scoff, going to push away but he grips you harder. He moves his lips right to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Steve is going to get sick of you, he’s going to realize he can do better. Why else do you think he hasn’t come to separate us yet? Maybe it’s because his attention is already moving elsewhere.” Nick lets your waist go and spins you so that you see Steve laughing with a beautiful Blonde woman. He pulls you back to him.

“He’s going to realize you’re not worth more than anything other than a good fuck. Then what are you going to do Y/n? It’s time to give up this fantasy life, and come back to me. Where you belong."   

   You let out a laugh, leaning up to whisper, "Oh darling, I will never come back to you. No matter what happens, I would rather feed myself to an alligator than have anything to do with your pathetic, lying ass. I don’t care what you do, stay in New York, Hell move into my building if you’d like, but I will never associate myself with you in this lifetime ever again.” You shove yourself away from him, walking away without looking back. His words are still echoing through your mind. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, and you rip you hand away. You look to see it’s Steve, with a shocked expression on his face.

“Steve, sorry I thought you were Nick.” You apologize.

“I saw you guys dancing, how did you get sucked into that?” He has an edge to his voice, but you can’t blame him.

“I didn’t want to make a scene, he asked me infront of people.” You shrug. He nods and lets it go.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks one last time. You  force a smile and nod yes. He leads you back to the team, just in time to hear Tony dismiss everyone for the night.  You and Steve both sigh, both so ready to get the hell out of there. Fucking finally.


   You finally step out of the elevator onto your floor, Nick’s words replaying the whole ride home. You go straight to your door, the boys following close behind. When you realize they are all behind you, you sigh. I can’t deal with them all right now.

“Hey guys, I think I need a couple minutes to myself right now, okay?” You ask quietly. They all have looks of uncertainty on their faces, you roll your eyes. “I think I can handle being alone for 10 fucking minutes.” Anger and sass leak from your words. You feel bad,  with all Nick’s words swirling around your head and igniting a new flare of self doubt, you can’t help but want space.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

   They don’t say anything, just head to their own door. Steve stays behind, sending you a ‘what aren’t you telling me?’ look. You don’t say anything, just step into your apartment and close the door behind you. You go to pour yourself a glass of wine; you deserve it and you didn’t drink at the gala, so fuck it. As you begin to pour it, your phone starts vibrating. You see that Nancy, a nurse you work with, is calling so you answer immediately. 10 minutes later, you find yourself having agreed to take Nancy’s shifts for the next week. She had a death in the family, so you didn’t have the heart to say no. Plus, she got your boss to agree to give you another week off once she gets back, to make up for cutting your vacation short. It’s only a week, I can do this. Only seven , 16-hour night shifts in Pediatrics.  You run your fingers through your hair. Fucking Hell. This is going to kill me. You abandon your wine and begin searching for your pink scrubs. How rowdy can Peds get at night? You find them and switch out of your costume. You throw your hair up in a bun and wash off your makeup. As you’re about to leave, Steve walks through your door.

“Why are you in your scrubs? Where are you going?”

“Someone needs me to take their shift, I’m going to work, Steve,” you say simply.

“Didn’t you drink, you can’t go to work with alcohol-”

No Steve, I didn’t drink. I’m not an idiot I wouldn’t go into work drunk. Seriously?“ You’ve finally had it, you never thought you would see the day where you didn’t want to be by Steve Rogers. You push past him, grabbing your bag and going to the elevator.

"Y/n, wait!” But you don’t. You get in the elevator and the doors shut in front of Steve.

You let go of the breath you are holding, tears falling freely from your eyes.

“What is wrong with me?” you whisper to yourself.


Time skip : the last night of covering Nancy’s shift.

    You finally make it home; today was the last time you had to cover for Nancy. Being in the Peds department was more stressful than expected. You are now off for a week again, but with no interruptions this time. You have barely spoken to the boys this past week; whenever you get home from work you would just sleep until the next shift. Of course, they would text you, but barely answered. Most of the texts were from Steve trying to check in on  you. You feel bad for how you treated him after the gala that night, but you haven’t had the time to talk to him about it. The only person you confide in about that night is Gloria. To say she was mad would be an understatement. She has a death wish for Nick, and ripped you a new one at how you let his words get to you and affect how you think of Steve. She was right, you shouldn’t have let them bother you. But you’re only human after all .

  You’ve been home for about ten minutes, only having time to ditch your scrubs for a tee and underwear. You hear a pounding on your door and groan. I can’t deal with any of the guys right now. I’m so fucking tired. You drag yourself to your door, flinging it open. Only you’re not met with who you expect, but with someone better.

   “You going to let me in or what, sweetcheeks?” GLORIA. The damn inside you breaks, tears pouring out of your eyes like Niagra falls. You throw yourself into her arms, wrapping yours tightly around her neck. She holds you to her as you sob.

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

 Neither of you notice the guys burst into the hall, just watching you. You hear someone clear their throat and remove your face from its spot in Gloria’s neck. You both look to see all three men staring at you. Gloria releases you, sending them a wave. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Hey guys,” You say shyly. Bucky gets his signature flirty smile on his face as he opens his mouth you stick your hand up stopping him.

“Don’t even try Barnes, you’re not her type.”  All of you chuckle besides him.

You don’t’ know that Doll,“ he fires back. You roll your eyes.

"Unless you have boobs hidden somewhere and a vagina, I think I do Doll.” The boys all blush as they realize what you mean. You snort and gaze back at Gloria. Her hair is longer than before, almost past her shoulders, she has on a blue flannel, and khakis with a beanie. I’m happy somethings never change. You grab her hand, interlacing her fingers with yours.

“Well, if you ever change your-”

“You really weren’t kidding about him, were you?” She asks you. You just laugh. Sam steps forward.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hear you’re the female version of me? Gotta say, I look good as a woman.” You both snort and Gloria pulls Sam into a hug. A bright smile appears on your face at the sight of your best friends hugging.

Steve moves up next, she also pulls him into a hug.

“So, you’re Steve? I can see why she had a crush on you bef-” You cut her off with a hand over her mouth.

“We don’t need to talk about that Gloria, it’s been discussed” You say awkwardly.

“No it hasn’t!” Sam yells. You shoot him a glare, but Gloria wiggles away from your hand.

Steve has a big goofy smile on his face, knowing what Gloria is going to reveal already.

“Sweet Y/n here has had a giant crush on Steve Rogers since we were about 8.” You feel your face turn red, and you reach your arm out and smack the back of Gloria’s head.

Sam & Bucky are bent over laughing, Steve just lets out a chuckle.

“Did you know this?” Sam questions Steve. He just nods, still smiling. They continue to laugh at you expense, you grab Glorias hand and pull her through your doorway.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” she says as she laughs. You wave her off, already over it.

“What are you doing here Glo?” You ask as you both flop on your couch.

“You sounded like you needed me when you called last week. I knew you’d let this Nick thing get to you, so I’m here to snap you out of it. Steve isn’t Nick, Y/n. You’re going to lose him if you keep treating him like he did something wrong when he hasn’t. Nick knew exactly how to manipulate you so you’d self destruct, you’re letting him win.” She’s right, poor Steve. I’m such a bitch.

You continue talking, catching each other up on everything that didn’t make it into the phone calls. You sit on the couch for hours until there’s a knock on your door.  It opens before you get there, and all three of your boys are standing there. Sam’s holding 3 bottles of tequila and margarita mix in his arms while he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Bucky has a bag of what smells like tacos, and Steve has a cake from the bakery you love in his.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

“Anyone up for a little fun?” Sam says as he walks in. They all drop their stuff on the kitchen table, you and Gloria dart to the kitchen behind them. I will never turn down tequila, tacos or cake. They really do know me. The rest of the night is spent with all of you laughing, playing UNO and revisiting old memories. Gloria unravels all your dirty, embarrassing secrets to the boys. Making you want to strangle her, you stand up about to tackle her to the floor as she starts another story. Steve stops you, pulling you into his lap. He sends you a loving smile and you return it. Things feel normal for you guys again, thankfully. The night ends with everyone on your couch, except instead of cuddling up to Steve during the movie, you’re wrapped in Gloria’s arm. You lock eyes with Steve, you move away from Gloria, leaning to Steve and planting a kiss on his lips.

Tomorrow, I will talk to Steve. Everything will be normal again. Nick’s wrong. Steve isn’t just another guy. You lay back into Gloria’s embrace. If home has a feeling, this might just be it.  


 You wake up to the sound of knocking on your door. After realizing that everyone who is usually at your door is sleeping on your couch, you peel yourself out of Gloria’s arms, slowly going to your door. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you answer and are met with the horrible image of Nick leaning in your doorway .

“Are you that dense? Get the hell out of here.” You can’t control the volume of your voice and manage to wake everyone up with it.

  Before you know it, Gloria is right behind you. “Oh you’ve got to fucking kidding me.” She crosses her arms as she glares at him. The guys are behind you, but you wave them back. Sending them a silent ‘I got this’.

“Well hello buttercup, it’s nice to see you too Gloria.”

“You’re one smug son of a bitch, you know that? Now take you small dick and ugly face and get the hell out of here.” Gloria’s anger could rival the Hulk’s and maybe win.

  Nick laughs. “Well, you’re still a fucking bitch. I see they got sick of you back home. Seems like no one likes a crazy, dumb cun-.” Something in you snaps and you lunge forward, connecting your fist with Nick’s nose. A sickening crack echoes through the hall. He stumbles back into the wall, holding his nose with blood pouring out of it. It’s one thing to fuck with me, but no one says one bad thing about Gloria in front of me.

Originally posted by margots-robbie

 You can see the blood trickling down his face. The guys are in front of you in a heartbeat, but you aren’t having it.

 “Do not ever bring her into this. Or I swear, you’ll be leaving with more than a broken nose. Stay the hell away from me or the next time you see my name it’ll be on my restraining order against you, you piece of shit.“

You walk back into your apartment before Nick can say or do anything. You turn back around to all of your friends astonished faces.

You laugh awkwardly. "So, anyone for morning margaritas?"  

Originally posted by crazyintheeast


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UMBRA | Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

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A/N: Umbră is Romanian for shadow (according to Google translate at least). This is an idea I’ve had brewing for a while. I really hope you guys enjoy this one! This is set in between the events of CA:The Winter Soldier and CA:Civil War. Warning: Any Romanian is via Google translate and is probably wrong in one way or another (so if you are a native speaker or are familiar with the language, sorry!)


Day One

Shit, I knew I should have learned some Romanian, you thought to yourself as you weaved through the streets of Bucharest. The directions to your apartment were, of course, in Romanian and navigating through the largest city in Romania was stressful, even if it was incredibly beautiful. Sometimes you found yourself getting distracted by the people around you – commuters on their way to work, vendors on the streets. Giving up your stubbornness to find your apartment by yourself, you stopped at a fruit vendor and asked for directions. You were surprised how well she spoke English and found yourself infatuated with her accent. You thanked her, running (of course it was more hobbling with the bags you were carrying) along the few blocks you had left to go.

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Family Naps | VIXX Reaction



Originally posted by neo-moments

N: He’d be super exhausted after a long day and there’d be nothing he wanted more than to be back home with you and his daughter. He missed you both so much when his schedules were hectic. The second he stepped in the door, the house was dark and silent. Perhaps you’d gone out for some emergency diapers. Taking his shoes off he’d head to the bedroom to drop off his bag and coat and that’s when he’d spot the sight he’d want to remember forever. Your toddler was all curled up in your arms. Both of you sound asleep. His poor babies looked just as tired as he felt. After a quick shower you can bet that he’d be shimmying his way into this family cuddle session, not wanting to let go anytime soon. All three of you dreaming away into dreamland. 


Originally posted by just-for-fun-and-kpop

Leo: Taekwoon is a family man, so this would honestly be one of his favourite things in the world. He’d often initiate family naps more than any of the other members. So when he’d come home and see both you and your daughter already in dreamland he couldn’t wait to join you. He’d drop everything and lay next to you. He’d just love to have his babies all snuggled up to him, you in one arm face nuzzled against his chest. Your daughter in his other arm, completely wrapped up and snuggled against his arm. Taekwoon would stroke your hair softly as you’d hear your husband hum or sing soft lullabies as both you and your daughters eyes began to close. He wouldn’t be able to keep the smile off of his face when he’d hear the soft snores coming from his daughter. Taekwoon would gently kiss the top of her head wishing her sweet dreams. He’d sleepily press a kiss to your lips as you both fell asleep, holding you both closer; his arms keeping you all safe and protected all nap long. 


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Ken:  Because of your husband’s busy schedule it was rare for your son to have time with his father, which meant you would often try and coax your son to nap so he could spend time with Ken when he got home. You were falling into an exhausted sleep and your toddler was not far behind. When Ken walked in the door he smiled at his two babies sleeping soundly. It was a quiet and calming scene, something that was definitely rare in your household between himself and a toddler. He had to hold back a giggle, looking at you and your toddler huddled such a small bed. He grabbed the throw rug out of one of the cupboards, tucking you both in with a kiss on your foreheads. He’d let his babies sleep for a little while longer. 


Originally posted by shinwoos

Ravi: Family nap time for the Kim family was an often occurrence. It’d be one of his absolute favorite things too. He’d come home after a long night of schedules and producing, the studio being not the most comfortable place to sleep. He would be super exhausted by the time he was heading home at odd hours of the morning. There’d be absolutely nothing he’d love more than seeing you and his baby together the second he walked in the door, often eating lunch or playing together, but more often than not napping together. He’d surround you both in a bear hug, placing a kiss on his child’s head and your lips. He’d often take his child in one arm, and hold your hand with the other, heading straight for your bedroom. If he was really exhausted the three of you wouldn’t make it past the couch. You would practically be on top of him, your baby resting against nestled in his free arm against his chest, your husband snoring off into dreamland.


Originally posted by leootastic

Hongbin:  The second he walked in the door, he’d be looking for you both. You and your son were out like a light on the couch, soft snores passing both of your lips. He’d bend down to you and whisper that he was home, getting a sleepy response. A soft smile would make its way to his face as he’d lift your son gently up into his arms. You followed behind him, getting up tiredly. Hongbin had rushed to your son’s room ready to put him down so he could sleep comfortably, your son would stir and clung to your husband even in his sleepy state. “Come on Y/S/N… Nap time, say goodnight to Mama~” he’d coax. Your son would just shake his head and hold on tight to Hongbin’s jacket and would reach out with his other little hand for you. With a tired sigh from Hongbin, the three of you would head into your shared bedroom and snuggle up together. 


Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

Hyuk: Coming back from a long tour he was very excited to see you and his son. It had been a few weeks and video calls just weren’t the same. He’d drop his bags at the door, slightly disappointed that he didn’t get a greeting the second he walked in. With a bit of a pout he’d trudge around the house only to find you curled up together in the nursery on your son’s rocking chair. He’d put his “manhyuk” muscles to use and take the both of you two bed. You’d wake up to find your husband home and sleeping peacefully beside you and your son. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you watched your babies sleep. With a smile on your face you would eventually snuggle into his chest, going back to sleep. Proper greetings could wait until tomorrow. 

A Bit of Help

Title: A bit of help.
Requested: @shhhspect
About: “ i was wondering if you are doing reader insert requests. If so can I get one were the reader is a long time best friend of Queenie, she and Tina notice the reader and newt like each other and decides to help get them together.” 
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Warnings: Some language. Being awkward. Cuteness??
Notes: It’s currently 12 AM and I have work at 7, but this has been stuck on my mind.


   You sat, perched upon the window sill of Queenie and Tina Goldstein’s apartment. The sheer drop from the height of the building made everyone beneath you, small; quite endearing, it was. You reclined yourself so that your sun-dress barely reached your knees, the way you liked it. It exposed the fine skin of your thighs and they got to relish on this sunny, New York day (though rare). 

  Waiting on Queenie to get home for her break was killing you, and ever since Tina had welcomed Newt into your life, you could not get his freckled physique out of your mind. It was quite terrible to be stuck in a loop, especially when you did not understand men like Queenie did. You were shy and withdrawn, barely did you go out of your comfort zone to talk to someone. 

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Imagine #10 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by anon: Hey hun could i get one with charles where the reader has siren powers but like a literal mythological siren and shes looking for charles for anwers? thank ilove your writing

Hey, thanks for the request. I hope you like it! xoxo

Originally posted by endingthemes

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Words: 1660

Warnings: Swears, typos (probably)

Your gaze immediately found him the moment you entered the bar and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. You had been looking for this man for the past few months and always seemed to have just missed him. For a professor he was surprisingly difficult to find. But then again, you thought as you took off your coat and scarf, he wasn’t just a simple professor.

And he didn’t seem to be alone either, you realized, seeing him talk to the two men seated next to him by the counter. This wasn’t exactly convenient and you would have preferred talking to him in private, but you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip through your fingers, not after having awaited this moment ever since you had found out about the professor’s… well, genetic situation.

“Hey, baby. How come a pretty thing like you is here all alone?” You felt and arm snake around your shoulders and the smell of a very alcoholised and sweaty man hit you in a way that you were already used to. Drunken men always hit on you. Well, most men hit on you most of the time. High school had been nothing but uncomfortable dates for you, as being sexually appealing to teenage boys and simultaneously not being able to say no didn’t work out very well for you. But it wasn’t just that you were attractive and it had taken you a while to realize just how far your power over other people went. Unfortunately you had had to make the experience that teenage boys wouldn’t always be the biggest of your problems. And that, in your case, trying to talk yourself out of a situation often resulted into the exact opposite reaction from what you had been hoping for. You had kicked more balls, punched more noses und used more cans of pepper spray than you could count.

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Black Eyes and Bruised Hearts

Written for: @destielonfire ♥♥
Prompt:  I would really love a destiel drabble please ^^ can you do my absolute fav trope: enemies to lovers, maybe mixed with the soumate trope?
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 2,820
Tags/Warnings: enemies to lovers, soulmate AU, injuries, bar fights, drunkenness, happy ending

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Dean was happy to drown his bad day with several beers and more than his fair share of fingers of whiskey. He had always thought that making a business of his enjoyable hobby would be the best thing that happened to him – except people were picky and people were hurtful when things didn’t go their way and people didn’t seem to want to pay Dean what he was owed for the time he spent on their restorations. So he was angry and most of the way to drunk and he knew Benny, the bartender, was giving him the eyebrow as he scowled into the fizz of his beer. He really wasn’t up for caring though, and only huffed at Benny as he handed him a glass of water along with his next beer.

The bar was heating up with the amount of people standing around and chatting. Dean sighed as he stood up and headed outside to get some fresh air. His step was wobbly as he navigated the people and it was only when he felt a shoulder bump into him, spilling his drink down his shirt that he stopped, turned and socked the first guy he saw, assuming it’d be the guy who knocked him.

The guy went down hard, clutching his face and wasn’t able to catch himself as he knocked into a table on the way down.

“Dean!” Someone yelled behind him. The pain in his knuckles seemed to sober him up some and he realised that the rest of the bar had gone silent around him, only the soft tune of atmosphere music was still playing. There was a hand gripping his upper arm, stopping him from going at the guy again.

The guy was completely floored, clutching his side with one hand and his eye with the other. Dean breathed heavily as he forced himself to loosen his fist at his side.

“Dean? C’mon brother, we don’t need none of that in ‘ere.” There was a tug at his arm but Dean didn’t move, he just stood and stared at the guy on the floor, shocked with himself more than anything. It wasn’t like Dean to lose his cool over such a minor thing.

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Truth or Dare (Jonathan Byers x Reader)

Originally posted by therealspideyman

This is my first attempt at writing a Jonathan x Reader fic soooo enjoy!

In this, you’re Mike’s older sister.  Nancy doesn’t exist.  Also this one does not follow the Stranger Things plot.


Jonathan Byers was a shy sweetheart, that was for sure.  The boy almost never spoke up at school, and he blushed immensely whenever someone accidentally brushed against him in the hallways.  Specifically you.

Y/N Wheeler, a girl that Jonathan utterly adored.  You were the older sister of Mike Wheeler, one of the friends of Jonathan’s younger brother Will.  Whenever Jonathan went to pick up Will from Dungeons and Dragons at the Wheelers and he saw you, he would turn a deep shade of red and immediately leave.

Naturally, you found this very sweet and adorable.  You had had your eye on Jonathan for a while now, ever since your friends started pointing out how obvious it is that he likes you.  Occasionally you would try to talk to Jonathan in the hallways at school, but as soon as he saw you walking in his direction he would turn away and go somewhere else.  And prom was coming up, which got Jonathan terrified that someone else was going to ask you.

One day as Jonathan was going to pick Will up from Dungeons and Dragons at your house, the boys literally dragged him down to the basement.  You were there too, arms crossed.  Mike and Will insisted on playing truth or dare.  Ah, middle schoolers.

“Come on!  You have to admit, it’s a fun game,” said Mike insistently.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, smiling.  “Jonathan, are you okay with this?”

Jonathan pretty quickly realized you were speaking to him, and looked up to you from where he was staring at the ground.  “Oh–uh–yeah.  Yeah… it’s fine with me.”

Will grinned.  “Told ya he would.”

Jonathan finally had a realization.  Shit.  Shitshitshitshit.  Will wanted to play truth or dare in hopes Jonathan would finally reveal his massive crush on you and ask you to prom.  Yes, Will knew.  He once found a photo Jonathan had of you standing at your locker unsuspectingly.  Well, not like he had a choice now.

You, Jonathan, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas all sat around the table.  

“Alright, who’s going first?” you asked.

“I will!” Dustin exclaimed.  “Lucas, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to dance with no music for one minute.”

It didn’t sound very funny at the moment, but once Lucas stood up from his seat and started dancing with absolutely no music in silence, it was honestly hilarious.  Awkwardly waving his arms and legs in the air as everyone else held back their laughter.  For once you actually saw a genuine smile on Jonathan’s face, little crinkles forming around his eyes.

Once it had been a minute, Lucas sat back down.  “Alright, that was great,” he said sarcastically.  “Now it’s my turn.  So, Will, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hmm… if you were a girl for a month, what would you do?”

Will shrugged.  “Probably hang out with the girls at school to try and figure out why exactly they hate us.”  Mike, Dustin, and Lucas nodded agreeingly.

“That’s actually a pretty good reason,” said Dustin.

“Hey, being a girl isn’t that easy,” you cut in.

“Right.”

“Will, it’s best not to make her angry,” said Mike, aware of how you could get if someone got you mad.

“Anyways, Jonathan, truth or dare?”

“Uh… dare,” Jonathan said, fear evident in his voice.

Will smirked.  “I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

Jonathan turned a deep shade of red and turned his head down so he was facing his hands where they were nervously fiddling on his lap.  You looked to your left where he was sitting.  Poor Jonathan, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

“See, I told you guys he loves her!” Will exclaimed in a fangirl-like way.  “He’s blushing!”

“He’s always blushing,” said Mike.

Jonathan must have been suuuper embarrassed, especially since you were sitting right next to him.

“Well, come on, Jonny.  Kiss her!” said Will.

He obviously wasn’t going to say anything, but you knew how much he wanted to kiss you.  So you slipped a finger under his chin and tilt his head up, immediately locking your lips together in a sweet kiss.

All the boys reacted differently.  Will was fangirling, Lucas was ‘ewwwing’ in a joking manner, Dustin started clapping and wolf-whistling, and Mike just kinda sat there smiling.  When you pulled away from Jonathan, he sat there and looked at you shocked.  You, Y/N Wheeler, his dream girl, had just kissed him.

“Are you okay, Jonathan?” you asked him with a laugh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he responded, breathing heavily.

You grinned.  “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Please, stop…”

“I’m sorry.  But you are,” you replied, kissing his cheek, making him smile.

“It took you guys this long to realize you love each other?” Will said in a ‘seriously’ tone.

“Yeah, we’ve been waiting for this to happen for foreverrrr,” Mike said dragging out the end of ‘forever.’

“Oh, shut it, Mike,” you said to your brother.

“Jonathan!  This is the part where you ask Y/N to prom,” said Will and Dustin.

“Yeah, man.  Do it already!” Lucas said.

You looked at Jonathan, and he looked at you.  “Do… you–uh–want to go to prom with me, Y/N?”

You nodded.  “Of course I would, Jonathan.”


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Devine (Part Four)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: non

Summary: As a young child you came in contact with an entity. It possessed your body and gave you unthinkable powers. You managed to keep your power hidden for the most of your life, but one day everything goes wrong and you get on the radar of The Avengers.

Word Count: 1.167

Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

It was close to midnight when you finally had the nerve to get out of your room to grab something to eat. You had been scared to go out and run into of The Avengers.

You slowly opened your bedroom door and checked if anyone was in the hallway. When you saw no one and heard no movement you let out a relieved breath and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

You softly closed you bedroom door behind you and sneaked down the hallway, like some sort of burglar. It didn’t help either that you were wearing your hood over your head.

You sneaked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something addible.You only found a carton of orange juice and some cheese. You closed the fridge and moved to the pantries.

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