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Little Sick Stark

Pairing/Characters: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Reader gets sick, near death experience

Summary: When you don’t come by your dad’s office one day, Tony wonders where you are only to receive a phone call that answers his question.

Word Count: 862

A/N: A few hundred words less then what I usually write but I hope it’s alright! I’ve never experience appendicitis either so I just googled hahhaa! Please don’t hesitate to leave me feedback as I do love reading all of your reactions because it makes me smile! My ask is linked at the bottom along with my masterlist!

Originally posted by luvindowney

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Finding Closure (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: angst, language, introspection, fluff. I’m a chump.

A/N: Happy 4th, America and Happy Birthday Steven G. Rogers! I hope everyone likes this ending. I’m a chump. The gif only sorta fits. He’s so cute.  This is the final part for my submission for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s AU Challenge. My prompt was innocent enough: 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by coporolight

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Something More Than Hate

Summary: Despite hating each other from pretty much the moment you met him, you and Jensen look out for each other when it really counts. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 3700 (What?!)
Warnings: Language, bitchiness, assholery, heated arguments, arm grabbing, shoving. 
Challenge: @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps 1.5K Golden Girls Challenge! My prompt was a line by Sophia and is bolded in the fic. 

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Riverdale Imagine: Music Notes, Pie, and Archie Andrews (Archie x reader)

Anonymous: Hello darling! I was just wondering – turn it down if you wanna – if you could do a Archie and a really shy reader. When it comes to like PDA or she’s just really really shy and she gets nervous/panics when she meets new people or speak in front of the class and he try to help her out of the shell by meeting his friends and encourages her to speak up.

Summary: The reader meets Archie over the summer as she has just moved to Riverdale and happens to be next door to him. He hears her playing guitar and, despite her shyness, insists that she needs to help him with his songs. By the end of the summer they are dating but as school approaches, the reader is nervous to meet his friends.

Approx. 1455 words

It all started over the summer. It was a boiling hot day and Mum had insisted I spent the day outside, even if that just meant in our garden. I’d given up on sunbathing hours before and was now curled up in the shade of the old oak tree with my guitar. Pages of sheet-music fanned out around me like a blanket, weighed down with tiny pebbles to prevent them from fluttering away in the light breeze.  I was completely engrossed in my music, unaware of everyone and everything, pausing at intervals to record music-notes and lyrics, when I heard an unfamiliar voice call from somewhere behind me.

“You’re going to have to help me with my music sometime, your playing is amazing!”

I jumped and spun around in shock, my gaze greeted by the confident smirk of an auburn-haired teenage boy. A teenage boy who was sitting on my garden fence, sweaty and shirtless. I swallowed hard as I felt my blood rush to my face, feeling the rouge of hot embarrassment spread over my cheeks as I desperately struggled to think of a response. This, it would seem, was the attractive young neighbour that my Mum had been trying to make me talk to all summer with little success. I cringed as I remembered how I had hid in my room the day we had moved in when him and his dad had come to introduce themselves. Even as child I had been unusually shy, still clinging onto my parents long after everyone else had stopped and as a result I struggled to make friends. My parents’ divorce and the recent move to Riverdale hadn’t helped matters, and I was secretly hoping to spend my last two years at school largely unnoticed. Unfortunately for me though, a new girl in a small town never goes unnoticed.

“I’m sorry” he laughed, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was only trying to get a look at the mystery girl from next door.” He winked at me and jumped off the wall and into my garden, his toned stomach flexing at the effort. “It’s Y/N right?” I nodded shyly, “I’m Archie Andrews.”

“Hi…” I mumbled pathetically as I began fumbling with my sheet music, making it into a messy pile in an attempt to hide it from Archie’s amused gaze.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” He asked innocently as he gestured towards where my instrument was lying on the grass. I smiled as I picked it up and stroked the polished wood.

“I think the real question is when am I not playing. Guitar, piano, drums… I’ll play anything. It drives my mum nuts. I guess that’s why I’m an only child.” I joked. After a momentary pause, Archie roared with laughter and I smiled back nervously.

“I like you Y/N, you’re cool.” He beamed at me. “I heard you playing earlier and, I’m being totally honest, you’re pretty fucking good.” I blushed again and tucked my hair behind my ears in an attempt to hide my embarrassment, how long had he been listening? “So…” he continued, “I was wondering if you would come over to mine for a couple of hours and go through my music with me, I could really use your expertise.” He pleaded.

I was about to decline and was in the middle of finding a believable excuse when I glanced up and looked into his hopeful face. I smiled and rolled my eyes as I slung my guitar over my shoulder and gathered up my sheet music.

“What’s in it for me Andrews?” I asked with mock seriousness.

“Well Y/N, you get to stare at my beautiful face for two whole hours!” He laughed at my skeptical expression. He tried again. “We have apple pie?”  

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered it possible, that Derek being all zen after 3A, might actually be detachment? If you just look at how he pretty much avoids anyone, really, who'd resemble any kind of emotional connection for him other than hurt (Peter, Chris even bc he's an Argent, in S4 Braeden bc let's be real that relationship is fucked up as well). After all he's been through I'm just having a hard time believing that a few weeks with Cora'd fix it. I think he'd rather go to great lenghts to (1/2)

avoid her catching on, that he’s till far from being okay. I imagine he’d want her to feel like it’s okay, that she doesn’t come back to Beacon Hills with him. And seriously, after Kate kidnapping Derek in S4, there should’ve been some kind of fall out. That shit must be traumatic, no matter if you thought you’d processed it by now. (2/2)

This is a really interesting thought. Suddenly zen!Derek is never something that made sense to me, especially after everything that happened in 3A. Losing two of his betas –– and then a third to Scott, albeit by his own choice, to protect him. Losing his Alpha status. Being magically spelled, abused, and betrayed by another woman. And then, yes, finding out one of his family members was alive… but having to leave her in another country only weeks after reconnecting with her.

And we all have to remember that 3B started about a month after 3A ended. Derek wasn’t traveling around for a year working through his issues, moving past his losses, and learning self-empowerment. It’s… a few weeks. Some of which he spent being abducted and tortured (again).

So the idea of Derek slipping into some form of emotional detachment actually makes a lot of sense. And the idea that he does it at least somewhat consciously, that he makes the choice to flip that switch and stop feeling (…ok that sounds way too Vampire Diaries, sorry) makes sense too, because we know Derek has practice at hiding his emotions. That he’s incredibly skilled at putting on bright smiles and false friendliness and just seeming totally together when he has a mind to. And that’s not the same thing, but I do think it’s related, and I do think that too much of one could segue into the other. We also know he hid his guilt, at least on some level, from Laura for years. Pushing down his pain for his other sister’s sake could even happen out of habit, and then once he’s in that headspace again –– he’d lost it after Laura, there’d been no one to act happy for after Laura and he’d deserved to be in pain anyway –– it’s probably easier to just keep on slipping back into it.

So we have someone who’s purposely pushing down his emotions, pushing away his pain, and burying his traumas under false brightness instead of dealing with it because it’s easier that way. Derek’s also separated from Stiles throughout 3B –– the one person Derek actually trusts, the one person he might be tempted to let his guard down with.

Derek can’t open up to Scott because, despite being allies now, despite being friendly, how many clumsy attempts to reach out did Scott smack down over the past year? Derek’s attempts to be “brothers,” his angrily offered advice… and let’s not mention the one time Derek really opened himself up, brought Scott to his vulnerable uncle’s hospital room and told him how their family died… and Scott said it was probably their own fault somehow. *calming breath* So yeah, even though their relationship’s changed, I can’t see Derek making himself emotionally vulnerable to Scott. And he can’t talk to Isaac, maybe the most obvious choice, after having thrown him out. Can’t talk to Peter for obvious reasons. So the pain stays bottled up even more, all leading up to the clearest snap of emotional detachment that we see in the season:

Emotional detachment often arises from psychological trauma and is a component in many anxiety and stress disorders. The person, while physically present, moves elsewhere in the mind, and in a sense is “not entirely present” [X]

And seriously, what moment does that make us all think of?

At the end of 3B, we see Derek completely dissociating from reality to deal with the reappearance of Kate. And this is an important point: the sight of Kate again is enough to make Derek retreat into his own mind (to his safe space, to Stiles) be able to cope.

But later on, after Derek’s been captured by Kate, had his body and mind altered and abused again by Kate, when his very wolf seems to have been tampered with by Kate…

He’s totally fine.

This does not add up. Yes, the 3B dissociative episode was caused by shock as much as anything, but are we seriously to believe that Derek would come out of that kind of experience with no emotional fallout? To come out oddly… happier, more friendly and personable, more trusting and willing to be vulnerable than he’s ever been on the show before? Or is it more likely that Derek’s slipping back into that unhealthy behavior, burying his pain, distancing himself –– consciously or not –– from his feelings, falling into bed with Braeden as part of an old self-destructive spiral (see link above for thoughts on Derek sleeping around in New York) and then pushing himself into a relationship with her because “that’s what healthy people do, isn’t it?”

Derek’s personality and behavior in s4 only make sense if he’s covering something up, if the trauma’s pushed down somewhere deep under the surface, and I don’t know what’s going to happen to our poor boy when it slams its way out.

Dreaming of Home (Part One)

Fandom: Seventeen
Ship: The8/Minghao x Reader
Requested: No
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Swearing
Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

Your life was not what you imagined it would be at sixteen. You dreamed of a big house filled with a husband and children, and you would have your dream job where at the end of the day, you would come home and kiss your husband and hug your kids and spend the rest of the day together. It would be the perfect life. You dreamed of it often.

Now ten years later, you still wait for the dream to come true. You never got to pursue your dream career, but your job now isn’t terrible; you enjoy it enough. You were close to having the husband you dreamed of with one specific person, and maybe that could’ve led to the house and the children. It didn’t happen, though, because aren’t all things meant to shatter eventually? 

You make your way through the New York City sidewalk traffic, pushing your way past slow-moving people who clearly don’t know that life in this city is a fast-paced one. Finally arriving at your workplace, you enter the tall building and walk towards the elevator. You squeeze your way into the crowded elevator and it only takes a few sweaty-smelling minutes to make it to your floor. 

When you make your way out of the elevator and towards your desk, you let out a silent breath of relief to be out of that contraption. Your claustrophobia always screams when you’re in that elevator, especially when it’s crowded like it was today. You sit down at your desk and start to work.

After a few hours of typing at your computer and sketching out spreadsheets, a commotion at a desk of your coworker’s catches your attention. You lift your head subtly to listen in and hear one other coworker that your not so familiar with squeal and stick out her hand for everyone at the desk to see. It takes a minute for you yourself to be able to see her hand, but when you do, a pang resonates through your chest.

You look back down at your desk with a sad smile, wishing it were you with the shining ring on your finger. It could have been, so many years ago, when you had the perfect man to make yours. And then he wasn’t yours to have anymore, when he announced he would be leaving for France in a month’s time.

“For how long?” You had asked, heartbreak prominent in your voice.

“Three years,” he responded with not an ounce of regret in his eyes, but you weren’t sure if the tears in your eyes were making you see his incorrectly. You didn’t think so.

“W-why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me?” Your voice was growing shakier by the second and you knew you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself much longer.

“I don’t want to,” he took a step forward, and when you took a step back, you thought you could see a small drop of desperation on his face. “You know this would be so good for me, (Y/N). They want me for my dancing, not my face or my money, my dancing. This could open up so many opportunities for me, and-”

“I want you for so much more than any of that!” You screamed, and the tears blurring your eyes finally fell down your cheeks. “I wanted you before I knew you could dance, before I knew you had money, before I even saw you take off that damn mask! I have wanted you, and I’ve had you, and now you’re moving to France for three years? What the fuck is that?!”

“(Y/N),” he sighed, and took a step away from you. It was another step towards the end of your relationship. “I need this, so much.”

“And you don’t need me?” You asked softly, and it was a vast difference from your voice seconds earlier. Your voice cracked when you spoke again. “So you just want to break up then, and I’ll stay here and you go to France? And that’s that?”

He hesitated. “I can’t ask you to come with me. You have a life here, and-”

“And you’re a part of that life,” he shook his head at your plea.

“Not anymore. I’m sorry,” and he walked away from the conversation, away from the relationship you had cherished for so long, and away from your house.

“Minghao,” you cried, and cried, and called out his name for hours, until you had realized he wasn’t coming back.

You shook your head and wiped the sad look from your face. Your relationship with Minghao was years ago. It was time to stop dwelling on it. 

You looked back up at your computer and continued to work.

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So would anyone want a part two? Let me know if you do! This is my first legitimate writing on this account, and feedback is always welcome :) If you’d like to send in a request, feel free to! 

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Unladylike (Loki x Reader)

Request:
Anonymous said:
“Can you write something like where Loki kidnaps a teenage girl as leverage for some plan he has on earth? But she ends up being so obnoxious, rude and annoying that he can’t take it anymore so he ends up ditching her and scolding her about her vile unladylike behavior? Lol”

Warnings: swearing


“Ugh. This is fuckin ridiculous.” Y/n groaned, staring at the long haired man in front of her. He gave her a weird look. She was sat on the ground with her legs spread open. He sighed. “Stupid Earthly women. So vulgar.” He mumbled. Y/n laughed. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She giggled. “See! Exactly my point. You’re a young lady. Cross you legs and stop using such vulgar language!” He scolded her. She laughed, spreading her legs father. “Whatever. This isn’t worth it. I’m taking it back.” He announced. “I have no idea why my brother would want to protect such creatures like this.” He shook his head. When they got back to Y/n’s hometown of New York City, he basically pushed her towards her home. Y/n laughed as she went on her way.

queenandadams  asked:

do you have anything on alexander hamilton's views on slavery? i'm kind of trying to figure out which argument I support for it. I've read duel: alexander hamilton, aaron burr, and the future of america by thomas fleming (a book I would recommend if you haven't read it) which had some non-biased ideas on his opinion, but I want to know other facts about it too.

There are many people out there who will proclaim Alexander Hamilton a staunch abolitionist but- they are well exaggerating what they are saying. Hamilton was an abolitionist, yes. But he well chose other prospects of American future more than freedom of slaves. 

Some use the fact of Hamilton’s upbringing in St. Croix instilling him with hatred for the brutalities of slavery. He was surrounded by the slave system growing up. When Hamilton was a child living in the Caribbean, his mother Rachel owned five slaves. When Rachel died, Alexander in her will was given two slaves. But even as a young teen his ideas were already shaped, he held a outrage for slavery. Memories of his West Indian childhood left Hamilton with a settled antipathy towards slavery. 

Hamilton offered fresh ideas on the use of black soldiers in the American army. Hamilton endorsed his  boyfriend John Laurens’s scheme to implore congress to raise a light infantry force composed of five thousand black soldiers to defend his providence. Hamilton, like Laurens believed that raising black soldiers was the essential ingredient to an American victory in the South. His radical views were quite advanced for the time. 1779, Hamilton wrote a letter to his friend John Jay, the president of congress. “I have not the least doubt… that the Negroes will make very excellent soldiers…”, some believed that blacks were, “too stupid to make soldiers.” He challenged such biased thinking, “natural faculties are probably as good as ours.” He wrote that Americans needed to overcome racial bigotry. His main idea though was the fact that if they did not use black soldiers then, “the enemy probably will.” Unfortunately, this plan thought of by Laurens and Hamilton never pulled through. 

Hamilton supported giving slaves their freedom if they joined the Continental Army because he believed it was in the best interest of America, not because he wanted to free slaves. After the war, Hamilton even endorsed an act that would secure that slave owners would be compensated for their run away slaves. 

Hamilton also married into a slave owning family, he married Elizabeth Schuyler who was daughter of Philip Schuyler, a New York politician and slave owner. His disdain towards slavery comes into question that if he truly disliked the institution, then why did he marry into a slave owning family? Someone opposed to slavery might have trouble marrying into a slave holding family, but it did not bother Hamilton. It most definitely was not because he was in love with Elizabeth Schuyler, as evident in his letters to John Laurens and many others. His marriage into the Schuyler family have created complications in his stand on slavery. Eliza had direct contact with the Schuyler slaves. Hamilton and his wife Elizabeth owned one or two house slaves as evident in his papers. 

Hamilton conducted transactions for purchases and transfer of slaves on behalf of his in laws and as part of his assignment in the Continental Army. Hamilton intervened to retrieve his in-law’s slaves. 1784, his sister-in-law Angelica wrote to her sister Elizabeth explaining that she wanted a slave, Ben. Hamilton wrote to the Church’s business over-seer to help them win the slave back. Hamilton deducted money from Church’s account for the purchase of many slaves. 

He one of the first to join the New York Manumission Society. It pushed for the gradual end of slavery in New York and the immediate termination of the slave trade within the state. But, in the New York Manumission society- nearly all members owned slaves. Hamilton was one of the more radical members, proposing many explicit ideas to abolish slavery that never went through. The manumission society even tried freeing a slave named Sara who Hamilton embarrassingly found out that it was owned by his brother in law John Barker Church. The Society said that people should free their slaves, not that they should have to free their slaves.

Angelica and her husband even urged Hamilton to buy slaves for them before their return to New York. There are references to slaves that he bought in his checking book in 1796, 1797 and well before 1795. But, Hamilton himself admitted that masters deserved to be hated by their slaves. 

You must look at if from another prospective as well, Thomas Jefferson was opposed slavery, but he is most definitely not considered an abolitionist because he owned slaves. Hamilton, in a way- must be regarded with this as well- he married into a slave owning family, made no major moves to stop slavery and he himself owned slaves

Now what do you think?

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If You Love Her (Castiel x Reader)

For @castieltrash1 ’s 300 follower celebration. Hope this is okay! Everyone should go follow her, she writes supernatural stuff and is amazing and deserves way more love than she already has!!

My song was I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Head And None In My Fingers by Fall Out Boy

Summary: Castiel has to make a decision about your relationship to protect you from harm.

Warnings: it’s kinda sad I guess?? Other than that, nothing else.

Word Count: 1.1k (including lyrics in italics)

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You’re a canary, I’m a coal mine
Cause sorrow is just all the rage

Castiel knew that the pair of you being together could never end well. But he loved you anyway. He told himself he’d never let anything happen to you as long as he was by your side. He’d always be there to protect you. The brightness that lit up a room when you walked in never failed to fascinate him and he never wanted to lose you or deprive the world of you.

Take one for the team
You all know what I mean

He knew starting something with you would cause trouble later on but he couldn’t help himself. You made him feel a way he couldn’t even begin to describe. Soon after you two got together, other angels began taunting Castiel about how impure it was for an angel to interfere with a human and how he should stop it immediately. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And I’m so sorry, but not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes, Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off

But recently, their pestering had gotten even worse, his ‘angel radio’ constantly being bombarded by angels telling him about what he’s doing wrong. He knew what he had to do. But he just couldn’t will himself to do it. He began to grow worried that if any angels got to you, they’d do something terrible to you to punish Castiel for what he’s been doing.

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

He never felt worthy of you anyway, if he was being really honest with himself. He was happy and as far as he could tell, so were you. But he always felt you deserved someone who could treat you better and spend more time with you. Someone who wouldn’t drag you into their business and risk your life. He told himself he was doing this for your safety, he didn’t know if he’d be able to protect you from the whole garrison if they decided to do something to you.

Do you remember the way I held your hand?
Under the lamp post and ran home
This way so many times
I could close my eyes

As he sat writing a letter, he thought about all the good times the pair of you had. He’d stopped writing and reconsidered several times, wondering if he was really making the best decision, before carrying on. Dean had caught him mid-letter and startled him, and though he tried his best to throw Dean off, he knew something was up and Castiel confessed to what he was about to do. After the initial anger and shouting, Dean told Cas to just man up and talk to you face to face, deciding Cas had a fair reason for wanting to break it off, but that he should at least have the decency to speak about it instead of just leaving a note. He’d started and stopped the letter so many times and he’d written so many different ones, not knowing how to best phrase what he felt inside.

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

He spent one last evening with you and the boys, Sam and Dean both aware it was the last night for the pair of you so they made a special effort to have a great night and then leave you two to be alone. However, Dean was unaware that Cas had finished the letter and was planning on putting it on her bedside cabinet in the night before leaving. The pair of you had a lovely night and you went to bed like normal, with Cas saying he’ll join you shortly.

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do

You woke up to an envelope on your cabinet with your name written in Cas’ handwriting. Confused and sleep deprived, you slowly reached for the envelope and opened it. You opened the letter and all it contained was a small piece of paper that read “I’m sorry (Y/N) x”

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you

You sat for a few minutes, wondering what had happened before getting up to find Sam and Dean in the kitchen. You asked them where Cas was and they both looked at you sadly. Dean explained everything and walked away before returning a few minutes later with a few pieces of balled up paper.

“I saw these in the trash can. I think they’re what Cas was originally going to write to explain everything.” He said as he handed them to you.

You took the paper and slowly walked back to your room, still in disbelief of what has happened. You sat on your bed and read over them again and again. You were sobbing by the time Sam and Dean came to check on you, they sat on either side of you and hugged you tightly as you cried.

Castiel was there watching, invisible to your or the boys’ eyes, feeling his heart shatter at the sight before him. But he knew in the long run, this was the best thing for you and all he wanted to do was to protect you and this was the best way to do that. He’d often come to see how you were getting on, and making sure no angels had tried anything to hurt you. He’d taken it upon himself to be your personal guardian angel from then on.

The truth

For quite a while after this, any time Cas came to the bunker to help with a case or seeking help from the boys, you left, not wanting to confront him. He’d always hope you’d speak to him but you never did and he respected that you had every right to do so after how he treated you. It took a while but you could eventually act somewhat normal around him but you still struggled to have long conversations with him without thinking of your history with him and having to excuse yourself. After long enough though, it was like nothing ever happens and you would just acknowledge him like you would any other hunter who came to the bunker. That was when Cas knew you’d fully gotten over him and that you were finally safe.

The truth…

Burned- Part Three(Marliza Fic)

Note: I love you if you’ve stuck around this far. You’re great.

Word Count: 5285(why am i like this)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, alcohol, and being a terrible sister

Tags: @secretschuylersister @butlinislin @living-in-a-whale @linmanuclmiranda @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @maybe-mikala @ham4fan-fiction @steiiarrs


“But where exactly do we look?” I asked, propping my elbows on my knees.

“Anywhere. Eliza is… unusual, and,” Peggy stopped, as if she was searching for a word. The smirk never left her face. “I’m not sure if there’s a word for it.”

“Go on,” I urged her, and she bit her lip.

“Almost none of her clues have seemed to link up until you look at them side-by-side, or until you find the very last of her clues.”

“Enigmatic,” I said, and Peggy nodded gratefully.

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