nat schools

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Off The Rails -the epic saga of Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa and Iwaizumi all falling in terrible weird love with each other- continues!

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everyone’s talking about armin in ep. 35, but does anyone else see candy in a naked apron in the nathaniel illustration?? Cuz I do and I can’t unsee it….

don’t talk, don’t walk, just the two of us

Your secret’s safe
And no one has to know I’m your getaway
And a little bit more than you can take
I can make everything feel so damn good

or

Jimin and Jungkook are polar opposits to the public eye. In the secrecy of a room, though, maybe they can meet somewhere in the middle.

jikook // 5.6K // warnings: smut (ao3)

Jimin groaned when he flipped over a chair on his haste to leave and had to waste even more time putting it back into place.

“In a hurry?” He made a sharp turn to meet the source of the voice and tried to deny the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was.

Jeon Jungkook. Leaning against the doorframe and blocking the way out. Successfully trapping Jimin inside the changing rooms when no one else was around.

Not that he had a huge problem with that, seeing as he and Jungkook had been playing the staring game for a few weeks now, even though it had to be discreet since they weren’t supposed to be friends.

(Which Jimin thought was ridiculous; he never really understood school hierarchy.)

“Yeah, Tae is waiting for me.” Jimin answered and, after the initial shock, found his voice was quite controlled.

“Taehyung, huh?” Not so fun fact: Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t get along. At all. If his best friend walked in now – and saw Jungkook slowly coming closer –, Jimin would have to deal with his inquiries for days.

Jimin nodded and hugged his hoodie – the reason he had gone back to his gym locker – closer to his chest. His eyes were still glued to Jungkook’s and he felt smaller than ever when he came to a stop right in front of him.

“Why don’t you forget about him for a second?” Jungkook muttered as he raised his hand to lightly caress Jimin’s cheek; just that amount of contact made him shiver.

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Accidents Happen (Part 3/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Wow, I am on a goddamn roll with this series! I’ve spoiled you guys, today! LOL! You guys are lucky my class was cancelled! I have a full day of classes, tomorrow, so we shall see when part 4 comes out. I’ll keep you updated!

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, swearing (why is this even a warning?), bullying, etc…

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 Accidents Happen Masterlist

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

You didn’t want to stay in the apartment, alone.

You had texted peter, asking him to come home, and he replied that he was staying at Ned’s – needing some space. You texted Michelle with no response. Aunt May had to leave, having gotten called in for a night shift. You couldn’t go back to your apartment, because of your mother…

Natasha.

You had your own suite at the tower, too, but you didn’t want to be alone. You needed someone to be with you. Natasha had become one of your very few friends, in the short time that you had known her. She liked to make jokes that you were the little sister she never asked for, but loved immensely. You didn’t quite want to tell her about your little… okay, pretty fucking big pickle – just, yet. You just wanted a nice, relaxing evening with Natasha – and Wanda, if she wasn’t busy.

You grabbed your cellphone, a sweatshirt of Peter’s, and your bags. When you reached the ground level of the building, you used your phone to request an Uber to come pick you up, then called Natasha.

“Hey, Pechen’ye,” Natasha answered, calling you her little nickname for you: Cookie. You still don’t know why she calls you cookie. “How are you? Steve said you were sick, today.”

“No, I’m fine. It’s passed.” You lied, “I’m actually staying at the tower, tonight. I wanted to know if you and Wanda were free to come watch some Netflix with me?”

“Yeah! Wanda is gone, but I just have some training to finish with Barnes and Sam, if you want to come? We’ll be in the gym. We could binge after?”

“I’ll meet you in there. See you soon.” You hung up your phone, hoping that she didn’t catch any weird vibes from your call. It’s Natasha. Of course she already knows something is up. You were surprised that she didn’t hack into your medical records, figuring out what was wrong. Or maybe she did, already, and just wants you to tell her? Not happening. Not for a while.

Your Uber took forever to get to the tower, and tried to hit on you twice. You were, also, 95% certain that you saw Peter swinging around, on your way to the tower. You shot him a small text: I can see you. I’m headed to the tower to hang out with Natasha and Wanda. May went to work. See you tomorrow?

He never responded. You figured he wouldn’t. You should have known that he wouldn’t go to Ned’s. Whatever.

When you got to the gym, Bucky and Sam were arguing. Natasha was just stretching on the side of the main sparring mats, watching them with an annoyed look on her face.

“What are they arguing about?” You asked, dropping your bags to the ground and stretching with her.

“Who won the spar. I called it a draw. I wanted to see if they would fight about it, and what would happen.” She smirked, looking over to me, “Straighten your back, if you’re going to stretch. Do you want to train?”

No. I’m pregnant. “I’m good. I just want to relax, tonight. My body healed itself from whatever I was sick with, and it took a lot out of me.” Don’t catch the lie, don’t catch the lie…

“Why did you even go to the doctors?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at you, “You always come see Cho if you are worried about something, or think your powers healed you from being sick.”

“Cho’s out of town.” Not a lie. “I’ll talk to Cho when she gets back.”

“You’re lying to me.” Nat stopped stretching, “Something is happening. What’s going on with you?”

You didn’t realize that the boys had stopped arguing and were now listening in. You huffed, laying back against the mats as Bucky came over to stand by your feet. “Steve thinks you’re pregnant.”

You shot up, “What?!” You stared at him. “Why would he think that?”

“Because you went to the doctors, and had to come talk to Peter – then, Peter looked upset all day.” He shrugged, “You’re not that sneaky, and it doesn’t take a scientist to figure something like that out. Plus, the look you just gave me sort of confirmed it.”

“You’re pregnant?” Natasha shouted, hopping up from the mat. “What the hell, Y/n! We have been training! And you’re sixteen! You are too young for a baby!” She started swearing in Russian.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Nat.” You sighed, standing up and grabbing your bags, “Are you having a relaxing night with me, or not? I just want to b-be fucking normal tonight, okay?” Your voice had cracked, and tears started to blind your vision. “Just for tonight, okay? We can talk about it, tomorrow.”

She looked over at Bucky and Sam, who weren’t saying anything. Then, she let out a deep breath she had been holding, “Okay. We can talk about it, later.” She marched over and took your bags from you, “But we stay in my room, tonight.”

____

“Shit.” You looked around for your school bag. “Nat, I think I left my backpack at Peter’s.”

“He dropped it off, already.” She called out from the bathroom, where she was brushing her teeth, “It’s by the door.”

Oh. You looked at your phone, which had been sitting on the nightstand, and checked to see if he had texted you or called you. Nothing. Still.

You swallowed down the nausea that had been building, along with your anxiety. Were you supposed to act normal at school, today? Were you still going to act like a couple? Were you still a couple? He only said he wanted space – not that he wanted to break up.

Will he break up with you?

That did it.

You ran into Nat’s bathroom, throwing up in the toilet while she brushed her teeth.

“Don’t brush your teeth, use mouth wash. I heard it grinds the acids into your teeth.” She said, handing you the bottle when you were done. “Also, I think you should move out of your mom’s apartment.”

“Nat.” You shook your head, “I can’t. I’m only sixteen.”

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand dismissively, “You know that Stark could get you emancipated in a heartbeat.”

“I’ll think about it.” You rinsed your mouth out after the mouthwash, and gathered your school stuff, “Hopefully today is just an easy, peaceful day.”

Oh how wrong you were…

You were running late, so you didn’t get to eat, again. Plus, you felt exhausted.

Then, the cab driver couldn’t break the hundred that Tony had given you for your ride, so you had to run into a cafe – still on the meter. Then, Flash Thompson was standing by the front doors to the school and said something rude as you walked in – dampening your mood further.

Finally standing at your locker, you ripped your coat off and shoved it on the hook, forcefully.

Peter still hadn’t talked to you. You understood he wanted time and space, but you weren’t used to not talking to him. You’d always had him as someone you could talk to at any time, even before you two had started dating.

You didn’t like this. Not one bit. It was stressing you the hell out.

“Hey, stranger.” Michelle was suddenly next to you, “I take it you feel better? You were obviously sick, yesterday. You never miss.”

“Yeah,” You carded a hand through your hair, clearing your throat. “I’m fine. Just tired, still. Hey, have you seen Peter?”

“He’s at his locker, talking with Ned, like he always is before class.” She laughed, giving you a funny look. “You sure you’re okay? You don’t look too good. You look a little sweaty and pale. Are you still sick?”

You shook your head, putting on a fake smile, “Must be left over from yesterday. Let’s go.”

She linked her arm through yours, pulling you towards Peter’s locker – where the boys looked to be in a serious discussion.

“H-hey, Y/n.” Ned cut Peter off, putting on a fake smile. “How are you this morning?”

“Fine.” You smiled, feeling awkward. Peter was facing away from you, looking like he would rather be anywhere but next to you. You cleared your throat, and fought off a wave of exhaustion. You tried to talk to him, “Hey.”

Michelle looked between you and Peter as he ignored you, “What’s going on? Are you two fighting?”

Peter slammed his locker shut, making you jump a little. He walked away without so much as a glance your way, and you felt tears fall down your cheeks as your heart broke a little more.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, wiping your face and walking towards an empty hallway. The bell had rung a few seconds after you found a spot, but Michelle had followed you, anyways.

“Y/n, what the hell is going on?” She asked, looking around to make sure the two of you were really alone. “Are you two really fighting? You two never really fight. More like bicker. Almost like an elderly married couple. It’s sickening, really. Although, I guess it was bound to happen-”

“Michelle.” You cut her off, shaking your head. You wiped your face with the sleeves of your – well, Peter’s – sweatshirt. “Please?”

“Wow.” She frowned, setting her backpack down on the floor, “It must be serious. What happened?”

You shook your head, “We fucked up. Really bad.” She motioned for you to continue, handing you a tissue from her backpack. “I wasn’t here, yesterday, because I went to the clinic.” You gulped. “I went to Planned Parenthood.”

Her face turned to one of shock, “Are you…?”

You nodded, “I’m around twelve weeks pregnant.”

“Holy…shit.” Michelle dropped down to the floor, leaning her back against the wall, “When did you guys…?”

“Back in October.” You chuckled at her grossed-out expression, “After I went to band camp, and I’d slept over at Peter’s again.”

“Oh, wow. That’s way before you guys actually started dating.” She shivered in mock (or maybe real?) disgust. “That was around the time that you two started getting all touchy feely. More than usual.”

“Yeah. That was the only time we had sex, though.” You sighed, “Now, look at us.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no fucking idea.” You sat down next to her, leaning your head against her shoulder, “He’s mad at me, because we agreed on aborting. Then, I changed my mind without talking it out with him. I sort of just went all protective and told him that my decision was final.”

“It’s your body, Y/n. It’s ultimately your choice.” She argued, “He doesn’t have a say if you do or you don’t have this baby.”

“It’s his life, too.” You tried to defend him, “This is his baby, too. It may be my choice, but it’s also his.”

“Y/n.” She grabbed my hand, “I’m not here to tell you what to do, but I think that you and Peter need to sit down together and really talk about this. If he isn’t talking to you, he’s probably just panicking because he thought that you two had it figured out – then, you didn’t. He’ll come around.”

“I hope so.” You closed your eyes, tiredly gripping her hand tighter. “I miss him.”

___

“Oh, no.” You whispered, staring at your phone in the hallway, a few hours later.

Flash fucking Thompson tagged you in a tweet.

Pretty sure I just heard @Y/n say that she was PREGNANT?! WTF!

Shit. He heard you talking to Michelle in the hallway.

Every 4-letter word you could think of was on repeat in your mind.

People were staring at you. That had been tweeted about an hour previous. Meaning, people had definitely saw it. There were comments, retweets, and replies.

You shut your phone off in a panic, scanning the hallway for Peter. You didn’t see him, and ran for the front doors, pushing people out of your way as you went.

“Hey! Y/n!” You hear Flash just before you see him standing in front of the exit. “So, are you really knocked up?” A crowd was gathering. “That’s a shame. Looks like you’re going to end up just like your momma.” He laughed, and so did the stupid little crowd of assholes. “Just make sure to lay off the hard drugs, you don’t want to lose your looks. What little looks you did have.” He smirked, gesturing to your body.

“Fuck off, Flash.” You were about to go the fuck off. Your heart was racing, you felt cold, you needed to sit down. “Let me leave.”

“Naw. I think I’ll just-”

You didn’t let him finish before you flew forward and hooked him right in the jaw. You didn’t stay for the aftermath of your punch, before you were running out the doors and into the city. You needed to think. You needed to go home. To your own apartment. Where nobody would bug you, and your mom was most likely passed out.

No such luck.

You ran into the apartment, ready to break down, when you suddenly heard a shatter next to your head. “What the fuck, Mom! Did you just throw a bottle at me?!”

“Are you fucking knocked up, you stupid little bitch?” She yelled, slurring and taking a chug from a different bottle, “Fucking Susie Q, or whatever - some fucking chipper lady called from Planned Parenthood. Said that they couldn’t get a hold of your cellphone and that you forgot some papers.”

Shit. You should have never put your home phone number on the form. “I am.”

“Stupid piece of fucking shit!” She threw another bottle towards me, “Didn’t I teach you anything when I told you all about the birds and the bees? Are you too fucking stupid to comprehend contraception? What am I paying that fucking fancy school of yours for, anyways?”

“You don’t pay them, Mom.” She threw another bottle at you. “Where the fuck are you getting all these bottles, you psycho! Stop! Mom! Stop!” She kept throwing them, getting closer and closer to you. A burst of pain radiated from the side of your head as one knocked you right in the temple. “Mom! Please!” You raised your shaking hand to your head. It came away sticky with blood.

You ran from the apartment, blood dripping from the cut above your eyebrow.

Fuck. What the hell.

You called Peter, but only got his voicemail.

“P-peter? It’s me.” Your voice cracked as a sob racked through your body, “I’m headed to the tower, can we please talk? I just tried to go to my apartment, and m-my mom threw a f-fucking bottle at my head. I’m bl-bleeding. Please. I- Shit.” You dropped your phone, hearing the phone’s screen crack against the sidewalk as you collided with a giant man on the street. “I’m sorry, sir.” He grumbled and kept walking. Great. Phone’s shattered.

The walk to the tower was long. You usually took an Uber or a cab, but you had left your wallet in your purse. Which was still in your locker. Along with your coat.

Shit you were cold. Really fucking cold.

It took you forty-five minutes to get to the tower, because you had to stop and catch your breath. Why am I breathing so hard? Your head was still pounding from the bottle, but you were sure that the blood had stopped running down your face. Fuck, you felt dizzy. You needed to work out, more. Jesus.

“Miss Y/L/N?” Ed, the security guard, was suddenly in front of you. When the hell did you get to the tower? Weren’t you just on a park bench? “Miss, you’re bleeding.”

“I-I…” You heard an alarm go off. What? What was the alarm? You looked around and people were standing above you. How the hell did you get to the floor? Weren’t you just talking to Ed? “Why a-am I on the…”

Darkness washed over your vision as you passed out.


Part 4

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

OH MY MY MY MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: none!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: surprise!!!! another story lol. this is a bucky AU just an fyi! i was inspired by taylor swift’s mary’s song because that song is freaking precious. anyway. this won’t be a long one either. tags for this story are open!

oh, also! the power ranger story is something that actually happened to me when i was about 7. except that we were playing power rangers and i wanted to be the red one but i HAD to be the pink one because i was a girl and i got really mad lol

Enjoy!


You looked up at him while he talked about something from a movie, your eyes shining with admiration. You were only 7 and him 9, but he was the most important thing in the world for you although he felt the complete opposite about you. You were just some annoying little girl that wouldn’t leave him alone.

You ran around the backyard, following Bucky and Steve. Steve was one of Bucky’s best friend’s and the two were attached at the hip. 

“You can’t play with us!” Bucky roared as he came to a halt.

You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. “Why can’t I play with you?” 

“Because you’re a girl,” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “And girls can’t be astronauts.” 

“Yes, they can!” You stomped your foot down on the damp grass. 

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10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [1/10]

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Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sharon Carter, mentions of Steve Rogers, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,797
Requested: No
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name


Growing up in an upper-middle-class home in California was something that Y/N Stratford had always been thankful for. Being subjected to those assholes that people at her school called boys, however, was not something that she appreciated very much. None of the boys at Y/N’s high school were worth any of her time, in her opinion, and some of the girls there were pretty awful too. Y/N’s sister, on the other hand, totally disagreed. After their mother passed away, Y/N and Nat had started falling out more than ever, and they barely even spoke to one another anymore.

Natasha Statford was the incarnation of all the things that people at Stark High School wanted to be: pretty and popular. That was the extent of it. And not only was Nat shallow and a little bit of an airhead, but she was awful to her older sister, Y/N, and had taken advantage of their dad’s love for his daughters when their mother passed away. Nat wanted to do what everyone else her age did: date a cute boy with a high social rank at their school. Perhaps that was what made Nat the favoured Statford sister. Y/N was just as beautiful as Nat, and even more smart. But she had an antisocial, often abrasive attitude and wanted nothing to do with the losers at their school.

Nat’s best friend, Sharon Carter, was smart enough to befriend Nat in order to climb her way through the social system of their high school, not that Nat would ever realise, and had always had her eye on Steve Rogers; a self-absorbed high school senior and aspiring model. Steve’s affluent best friend Tony was the grandson of the man who founded the high school they all attended, and it only made the two of them even more unbearable. 

At least Y/N had one friend that was worth having: Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was considered to be even more odd than Y/N at Stark, and that was saying something. She wore dark clothing and loved Shakespeare more than anything. People gave her nicknames such as witch, but Wanda only ignored them. One more year of school and Wanda and Y/N would be gone from that hell hole anyway. 

In the morning, Nat and Y/N got to school separately. Nat rode the bus with Sharon in the mornings and Y/N took her old car that she had bought with the money she saved from all of her part-time jobs. Y/N – unlike Natasha – wanted to be responsible for herself and was sure that she would only use her inheritance for paying for college and nothing else. Natasha was already coaxing her father into buying her Prada backpacks and who knows what else. So once Y/N and Nat were out the door, it was almost like they didn’t even know each other.

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You Idiots!

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary- You are a scientist that works for the Avengers, who is also dating Natasha and Bucky. You get kidnapped and you’re not just going to wait around for your knights in shining armor to come and rescue you. Also reader is low key a mutant.

Message- I know that I said I would work on some of the series this weekend but I ended up being really busy, so I wrote this quick fic instead. I’ll work on some of the series tomorrow! Sorry if this sucks!

Warning- Reader is kidnapped and you shoot some people.

Лапочка- sweetheart

Word Count- 1091

“You really shouldn’t have done this.” You say as the man ties your wrist to the chair. “Do you know who I am?”

“You work for the Avengers. I’m sure they will be willing to pay a pretty penny to get you back.” He was right, you did work for the Avengers. You worked alongside Tony and Bruce in the lab. That had been were you had met your partners. Nat had brought Bucky down to the lab to get his arm fixed one day and you had flirted a bit with them both, and then they came back the day after and asked you on a date. That had been two years ago and the three of you had been together ever since that day.

“You’re not going to get any money from them.” You say to the man.

“If they ever want to see you with your head attached to your body they will.” The man growled as he moved closer to you. You take that opportunity to head-butt him. Then you break your bounds and you kick the man in the head and he falls unconscious. You take his gun and his knife and you run to the door. As you go to open it you see more men in hall, you start to shoot at them, eventually you are able to get out of the building, but you had been shot in the shoulder. You hear an engine and look up to see a quinjet. Tasha and Bucky are off the quinjet seconds after it landed and they run over to you.

“Лапочка, are you okay? You’re hurt!” Nat cries as she runs up to you. Bucky eyes are scanning up and down your body, taking stock of any other possible injury you may have. They both give you a kiss on the cheek and then Bucky picks you up brings you to the quinjet.

“Hey, nerd, you were supposed to let us rescue you!” Tony jokes

“Sorry, but I got tired of waiting for my knights in shining armor.” You snip back.

“Y/N, I’m going to give you some pain meds. It’s going to make you sleep.” Bruce says.

“Okay.” You murmur as you slowly fade away.

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“Go to Bible School to Get a Husband,” and other things you shouldn’t tell little girls

“Go to Bible School to get a husband.”

→ How about, “Go to Bible School to deepen your relationship with Christ?”
→ Why not, “Go to Bible School to explore intellectually what you have felt emotionally/spiritually?”
→ What if we said, “Go to Bible School to seek out God’s leading and calling on your life?”

     2. “Be careful not to cause your brothers in Christ to stumble.”
→ How about, “Be careful to surround yourself with men/women who build you up and don’t tear you down.”
→ Why not, “Watch out for the men/women who view your virginity as the validity for you to be a part of the body of Christ.”
→ What if we said, “Protect yourself from men/women who blame their lust on your body.”

     3. “It’s okay, Jesus is your boyfriend.”
→ How about, “You don’t need a boyfriend to make you valuable to the Kingdom of God.”
→ Why not, “Look for your worth in God’s love for you vs. finding your worth in the love and acceptance of a significant other.”
→ What if we said, “You are still living in relationship, even if you are ‘single’. You are in relationship with God, yourself, and the people around you. Romantic relationships do not trump the importance of these relationships.”

      4. “Guard your heart.”
→ How about, “It’s okay to be soft. Do not fear your own tenderness, God has not given you a spirit of fear.”
→ Why not, “It’s not your fault. Guarding your heart doesn’t always save you from bad stuff happening.”
→ What if we said, “We all make mistakes, it’s okay to feel this hurt, God is with you in this hurt.”

      5. “Wait for the man you will marry.”
→ How about, “It’s okay to hold off on sexual activity, but don’t hold off on living your life before you (potentially) meet the man of your dreams.”
→ Why not, “There’s more to focus on than waiting for a future mate.”
→ What if we said, “God has good work for you to do now that you can’t wait on.”


- NAT

anonymous asked:

Is er iets kutters dan met schone sokken per ongeluk in iets nats staan?

Niet naar school mogen omdat je een meisje bent. X