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Your Character’s Personality

Personality is the most important thing about your character.

So, whenever I see character sheets, most people just put a little paragraph for that section. If you’re struggling and don’t know what your character should say or do, what decisions they should make, I guarantee you that this is the problem.

You know your character’s name, age, race, sexuality, height, weight, eye color, hair color, their parents’ and siblings’ names. But these are not the things that truly matter about them.


  • pick traits that don’t necessarily go together. For example, someone who is controlling, aggressive and vain can also be generous, sensitive and soft-spoken. Characters need to have at least one flaw that really impacts how they interact with others. Positive traits can work as flaws, too. It is advised that you pick at least ten traits
  • people are complex, full of contradictions, and please forgive me if this makes anyone uncomfortable, but even bullies can be “nice” people. Anyone can be a “bad” person, even someone who is polite, kind, helpful or timid can also be narcissistic, annoying, inconsiderate and a liar. People are not just “evil” or “good”


  • ideas or thoughts that your character has or thinks about the world, society, others or themselves, even without proof or evidence, or which may or may not be true. Beliefs can contradict their values, motives, self-image, etc. For example, the belief that they are an awesome and responsible person when their traits are lazy, irresponsible and shallow. Their self-image and any beliefs they have about themselves may or may not be similar/the same. They might have a poor self-image, but still believe they’re better than everybody else


  • what your character thinks is important. Usually influenced by beliefs, their self-image, their history, etc. Some values may contradict their beliefs, wants, traits, or even other values. For example, your character may value being respect, but one of their traits is disrespectful. It is advised you list at least two values, and know which one they value more. For example, your character values justice and family. Their sister tells them she just stole $200 from her teacher’s wallet. Do they tell on her, or do they let her keep the money: justice, or family? Either way, your character probably has some negative feelings, guilt, anger, etc., over betraying their other value


  • what your character wants. It can be abstract or something tangible. For example, wanting to be adored or wanting that job to pay for their father’s medication. Motives can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, or even other motives. For example, your character may want to be a good person, but their traits are selfish, manipulative, and narcissistic. Motives can be long term or short term. Everyone has wants, whether they realize it or not. You can write “they don’t know what they want,” but you should know. It is advised that you list at least one abstract want

Recurring Feelings:

  • feelings that they have throughout most of their life. If you put them down as a trait, it is likely they are also recurring feelings. For example, depressed, lonely, happy, etc.

Self Image:

  • what the character thinks of themselves: their self-esteem. Some character are proud of themselves, others are ashamed of themselves, etc. They may think they are not good enough, or think they are the smartest person in the world. Their self-image can contradict their beliefs, traits, values, behavior, motives, etc. For example, if their self-image is poor, they can still be a cheerful or optimistic person. If they have a positive self-image, they can still be a depressed or negative person. How they picture themselves may or may not be true: maybe they think they’re a horrible person, when they are, in fact, very considerate, helpful, kind, generous, patient, etc. They still have flaws, but flaws don’t necessarily make you a terrible person


  • how the character’s traits, values, beliefs, self-image, etc., are outwardly displayed: how they act. For example, two characters may have the trait “angry” but they all probably express it differently. One character may be quiet and want to be left alone when they are angry, the other could become verbally aggressive. If your character is a liar, do they pause before lying, or do they suddenly speak very carefully when they normally don’t? Someone who is inconsiderate may have issues with boundaries or eat the last piece of pizza in the fridge when they knew it wasn’t theirs. Behavior is extremely important and it is advised you think long and hard about your character’s actions and what exactly it shows about them


  • their general mood and disposition. Maybe they’re usually quiet, cheerful, moody, or irritable, etc.


  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Posture is how the character carries themselves. For example, perhaps they swing their arms and keep their shoulders back while they walk, which seems to be the posture of a confident person, so when they sit, their legs are probably open. Another character may slump and have their arms folded when they’re sitting, and when they’re walking, perhaps they drag their feet and look at the ground

Speech Pattern:

  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Speech patterns can be words that your character uses frequently, if they speak clearly, what sort of grammar they use, if they have a wide vocabulary, a small vocabulary, if it’s sophisticated, crude, stammering, repeating themselves, etc. I personally don’t have a very wide vocabulary, if you could tell


  • a secondary part of your character’s personality: not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Hobbies can include things like drawing, writing, playing an instrument, collecting rocks, collecting tea cups, etc.


  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Quirks are behaviors that are unique to your character. For example, I personally always put my socks on inside out and check the ceiling for spiders a few times a day


  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes are usually connected to the rest of their personality, but not necessarily. For example, if your character likes to do other people’s homework, maybe it’s because they want to be appreciated


  • a secondary part of your character’s personality, not as important as everything else. It is advised you fill this out after. Likes and dislikes can also contradict the rest of their personality. For example, maybe one of your character’s traits is dishonest, but they dislike liars


  • your character’s past that has key events that influence and shape their beliefs, values, behavior, wants, self-image, etc. Events written down should imply or explain why they are the way they are. For example, if your character is distrustful, maybe they were lied to a lot by their parents when they were a child. Maybe they were in a relationship for twenty years and found out their partner was cheating on them the whole time. If their motive/want is to have positive attention, maybe their parents just didn’t praise them enough and focused too much on the negative

On Mental and Physical Disabilities or Illnesses

  • if your character experienced a trauma, it needs to have an affect on your character. Maybe they became more angry or impatient or critical of others. Maybe their beliefs on people changed to become “even bullies can be ‘nice’ people: anyone can be a ‘bad’ person”
  • people are not their illness or disability: it should not be their defining trait. I have health anxiety, but I’m still idealistic, lazy, considerate, impatient and occasionally spiteful; I still want to become an author; I still believe that people are generally good; I still value doing what make me feel comfortable; I still have a positive self-image; I’m still a person. You should fill out your character’s personality at least half-way before you even touch on the possibility of your character having a disability or illness

Generally everything about your character should connect, but hey, even twins that grew up in the same exact household have different personalities; they value different things, have different beliefs. Maybe one of them watched a movie that had a huge impact on them.

Not everything needs to be explained. Someone can be picky or fussy ever since they were little for no reason at all. Someone can be a negative person even if they grew up in a happy home.

I believe this is a thought out layout for making well-rounded OCs, antagonists and protagonists, whether they’re being created for a roleplay or for a book. This layout is also helpful for studying Canon Characters if you’re looking to accurately roleplay as them or write them in fanfiction or whatever.

I’m really excited to post this, so hopefully I didn’t miss anything important…

If you have any questions, feel free to send a message.

- Chick

Hey @goshdarnitmaria, so happy to hear that you are new to Champions! Let me give you the rundown!

This is Kamala Khan:

But you might know her as Ms Marvel

She’s awesome, and was the one who first suggested the formation of the Champions. If you’re not already reading her series, I’d suggest that you do, because there’s no way I can even begin to tell her story. 

Kamala is an Inhuman. She can grow and shrink and stretch, and is a badass melee fighter. Over time, she’s learned from her mentors like Captain Marvel and Iron Man about responsibility and teamwork, and she’s pretty much the one holding the team together (in my opinion).

Next up, Miles Morales:

Also known as Spider Man!

Miles is actually from the Marvel Ultimate universe, and was brought here by the events of Secret Wars (along with his parents and some friends. Its pretty unclear tbh). 

Miles was bitten by a radioactive spider in an experiment designed to replicate the powers of Peter Parker, and he’s picked up those powers and a few extra. Along with wall crawling and web-slinging, he can shoot electric shocks from his fingertips and hes got some cool one-ops too. 

Then we have Sam Alexander: 

You may have recognized him as Nova

Sam also has a long backstory, and it revolves around his dad, whose helmet he used to become Nova after his father disappeared. 

The helmet gives Sam the power of flight, as well as some energy blasts and some other cool stuff. Sam provides the comedy for the Champions, and a solid ground to hold the team together (when he’s not making jokes at their expense).

Now, these three had been a part of the All-New All-Different Avengers, and they’ve known each other for some time. They’re good friends, and they’ve each had a few crossover issues. 

In Champions, they meet up with Amadeus Cho:

(who I now realize is shirtless like 99 percent of the time)

And you’ve seen him as the Totally Awesome Hulk

Amadeus is officially the 8th smartest person in the world, and he was smart enough to cure Bruce Banner of the Hulk. However, he transferred the powers to himself, and now he has full control over the Hulk’s powers. 

He’s the guy in the group that hosts the party, and makes sure that everyone has a place to crash after its all over.

Then there was Viv!

Viv Vision (who doesn’t have a superhero name, I guess), is Vision’s daughter. She’s had her own story (just read the Vision comic. It’s terrifying. and awesome), and now she’s got her own group. 

She can phase through walls, fly, and so much more. She’s the best.

And last, but certainly not least, Scott Summers:

AKA Cyclops, this Scott is actually stuck in the future and not his future evil self. He used to roll with the X-men, but now he’s joined the Champions. 

Scott shoots lasers from his eyes (I know, they’re actually concussion beams. but lasers sound cooler), and he is actively forging his own path through life. 

So yeah, that’s the Champions!

Hey y’all! So this is the first post of what I’m calling my Studyblr University Orientation Week. For the next week I’ll be making a post a day filled with all sorts of university advice, similar to what you may get from your university’s orientation week but minus all of the glam and attempts to impress you with how amazing your new school is. The subjects will range from what to expect out of dorm life, to how to cope with mental illness, to how to deal with your first day of class. 

This first post is partially inspired by a post that @academicsapphic made about a month or so ago called “Things I Would Tell My Freshman Self.” 

So to all you little university freshmen, here’s some things to expect from your first year or so of university (based on my own experiences as a History major) 

  • The debate over written vs typed notes will be overdone and drive you up a wall. Different things work for different people in different majors or in different courses. You will get tired of people telling you that you are taking notes wrong and will want to break your laptop over their head or shove your notebook down their throat. You won’t though. Good job. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely hate. It could be because of a terrible professor or boring material or annoying classmates, whatever: you hate this class. You never want to go to it and you suffer through your coursework for it. Depending on how bitter and petty you are, you will either do the minimal amount of work required and just pass the course, or you will work crazy hard and get a 90% just to spite them all. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely adore. It could be that the professor so clearly loves the material that it makes you love it or it could be that it’s an elective that you weren’t expecting to love this much. You will find the work easy and interesting and be able to get it done on time without a problem. 

  • You will stay up until 3 in the morning working on a research paper in tears, hating it, your professor, yourself, anyone that comes to mind. You will be running solely on panic and will be anxiously chugging water and shoving junk food in your mouth just to stay awake. 

  • The library will send someone to talk to your class about research for your papers. They’ve sent the same guy to every single one of your other classes. You’ve seen him fifteen times in the past year and he’s said the same thing every single time. You still don’t know how to do good research. 

  • You will get sick and miss two weeks of class because you feel like you’re dying. Catching up on work will be hell and you will question why you’re doing this. 

  • You will miss class because of period cramps. You’ll think to yourself that it’s a stupid reason to miss class; your friends all push through and go. It’s not a stupid reason. Some people have worse cramps than others. 

  • You will miss class for an actually stupid reason. You’ll know that it’s a stupid reason while you do it. Keep these to a minimum. 

  • You will begin to notice that some people don’t care about class but still show up. They typically sit in the back and talk all class. You will wonder why they bother to show up if they’re not going to pay attention. Ignore them. They will disappear after first year (mostly). 

  • You will hate everyone who sits in a left-handed desk with a laptop. 

  • You will get way too into a television show/book/movie series/podcast/etc during finals. 

  • You will be excluded. You will feel like you don’t belong and like you’re all alone here miles and miles away from home. 

  • You will be included. You will feel like you’ve come home and found a second family even if you have to be separated from your first one. 

  • You will hate the science students who take arts courses because they have to but spend the entire semester bashing on how stupid the professor is and how useless the course is. You will want to turn around and yell at them. You won’t. 

  • You will love the science students who take arts courses and take it seriously. You will love them even more when they think you’re a genius because you understand the course and they don’t. 

  • You will be the arts student in a science course and remember why you did not take science. It’s the math. Maybe that’s why the science students are so cocky: they have conquered the great evil and know how powerful they truly are. 

  • You will have friends from all sorts of different majors and be amazed by how smart they all are. They are all doing things that you could never do. You will not know this, but they are thinking the same thing about you. 

  • You will learn that different people really do have trouble with different things and it wasn’t just that you were stupid in high school. The zoology major that you thought was so smart for knowing how to balance an equation will ask you for help with their essay and you will find out that they’re struggling solely because they didn’t do any research before beginning. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely love and adore but the rest of the class hates. You will wonder why the entire semester, only to find out afterwards that it was because they were too stupid to listen to what she was saying. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely hate but that everyone else adores. You will never understand it. 

  • You will wonder if the boys notice that they only ever hate the female professors. 

  • You will have a TA that is the bane of your existence and who will take off marks from you for no reason other than that he didn’t like you. You will think about how much you dislike him often. 

  • You will have a TA that puts all other TAs to shame. You will miss them after the semester’s over and you’re stuck with the TA from hell. 

  • You will learn that the Freshman Fifteen is real and it will happen to you and that’s okay. Eating healthy is good, and your body will thank you when you put an apple into it after eating nothing but fries for two days, but it’s also okay to go and grab chicken fingers from the dining hall at ten at night because you’re stressed about your paper that’s due tomorrow. 

  • You will meet amazing people from all different walks of life and learn more about yourself and the world than you could ever believe possible. 

  • You will think that you are the stupidest person in the world. You will think that there is no way that you can do this, that you should just quit and go home now. 

  • You will think that you are the smartest person in the world. You will look at a mark that you worked hard for and think that of course you can do this, you were silly for ever doubting yourself. 

  • You will fail a course. It’s okay. Buy a bunch of junk food, cry and feel sorry for yourself for a bit. But then it’s time to keep going because 

  • You will do this. I believe in you. 
Wisdom Teeth

Leading up to the procedure, Jughead was incredibly nervous. Not only was he worried about costs, despite the dentist’s constant reassurances that the Coopers’ insurance would cover it, since they were his legal guardians. He was also uneasy at the thought of somebody cutting into his gums while he was out of his mind on pain meds. Thankfully, he had Betty, who promised to be by his side the whole time.She insisted it was so she could see him act all loopy on the drugs, but Jughead appreciated the gesture all the same.

The surgery went smoothly, despite Jughead not having a clue about what was going on. Later, Betty told him he kept trying to get the dentist to leave so he could be alone with her.

“That’s my girlfriend, doc. Can you believe it? She’s so beautiful. Just leave us alone for like a half hour, okay? You can steal my teeth afterward.”

“Lay down, Mr. Jones,” the dentist remained surprisingly patient. “I won’t be stealing your teeth. I’ll be surgically removing them. You can keep them if you want.”

“I can keep them?!” Jughead turned to Betty. “Did you hear that, babe? I can keep my teeth! Maybe the tooth fairy will come!”

His face was so full of boyish glee, that Betty couldn’t find it in her to correct him or tell him that it was kind of gross. Instead, she smiled a little wider and said, “That’s great, Juggie.” The entire situation was so absurd, she couldn’t keep the tears from her eyes from laughing.

The dentist left the room momentarily to tend to another patient, leaving the young couple alone. Betty reached her hand out to grip his, and he looked at her in awe.

“You’re so tiny compared to me,” he whispered in amazement. Holding his hand up to her face, he continued his exploration of their size difference. “Look at that, I can fit your entire face in my hand. You must be the tiniest person in the world. But no matter how tiny you are, you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”

“Aww Juggie, you’re cute when you’re high out of your mind.”

The dentist came back in and offered to show Jughead the first two teeth they extracted.

“Whoa, they’re huge. Look at them, Betty. I’ve never seen anything so big in all my life.” His voice changed from awed to somber. Suddenly, he looked incredibly sad. “What about my other teeth? Will they be jealous that these ones are so big? They’re gonna feel bad about themselves.”

“Juggie, now that these teeth are gone, they won’t make your other teeth feel bad anymore,” Betty offered softly.

“Wow, Betty. You’re the smartest person ever. I wish I was as smart as you.” Jughead’s frown turned into a megawatt smile as he gazed lovingly at his girlfriend. She only laughed and told him to sit back so the other teeth could come out.

“No way. I did NOT say that.” They were in the car the next day, the drugs long having worn off and Jughead was back to normal.

“Yup. You were very worried about your teeth’s feelings. It was sweet, not to mention all the wonderful things you said about me.” Betty was giving him a play by play of all the weird things he said while he was high as a kite.

“Like what?”

“That I’m the tiniest, prettiest, smartest person in the world. You tried to hold my face with your hand.”

“Well that’s true. What else did I say?”

“Let’s see, in the car, you started crying because dolphins don’t know about cats. I didn’t know you were a cat person until then. You talked for at least 10 minutes about how soft cats are and why their toes are the best part of their bodies. And when we got home, you tried to convince my mom to let me move into your room with you. You cried again when she said no, and then ranted for another 10 minutes about how much you love me, which was sweet. But you got carried away, and my mom walked away after the first minute.”

Betty looked over at her boyfriend in the passenger seat. He had his head in his hands and his neck and ears were turning red.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. “Did I at least make a good case to convince your mom?”

“No, you said you didn’t want Hot Dog to be lonely during the day. And if I moved into your room, Caramel would keep him company. That was right before you started rambling about me and she walked away. Honestly, it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re lucky I love you, Cooper,” Jughead scoffed as they exited the car and headed into the school together.

“Yeah, I am,” Betty sighed contentedly.

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran with a passionate MC who keeps making them all flustered, like complimenting them about their little quirks, always snuggling up to them... Bonus : MC is a looooves tickling them

Okay, so I think this just turned into random, cheesy, cute fluff,,, Sorry if it’s not what you wanted ^^;


  • It’s the worst when you compliment his eyes.
  • Sometimes in the middle of a make out session, you’ll look into his eyes and just tell him how pretty they are and how you can see the whole universe in them
    • “It might just be my love for you talking, but I can see so many stars… entire galaxies… It’s beautiful. I think you’re beautiful…”
  • When that happens, he starts blushing like crazy
    • your fave is when his whole face turns pink and he just keeps trying to look away from you
  • “Yoosung, you’re so cute! You’re even cuter when your cheeks are all pink like that!”
  • You like to play with his hair a lot and shower him with completely random compliments. He tries to overpower your compliments with his own, which usually leaves him a stuttering mess when you one-up him again
  • Also, this boy’s sides are veeeeeery ticklish
  • He likes to hold your waist while cuddling or dancing or whatever, but as soon as your hands go above his hips, he freaks out
    • “MC I’m just trying to have a nicE TIME WITH Y- MC STOP.”
  • He likes payback though


  • Honestly, just telling him you love him makes him blush a little
  • Whenever you do something nice for him, he thanks you profusely
  • You really like just doing nice things for him, but you reeeeeeaaaaally like the way he acts when you do
  • When you cook him dinner, he just looses it
  • The entire dinner, he showers you and your food with compliments
  • Towards the end, when he tones it down a bit, it’s your turn.
  • Jumin, your skin is so pretty. Like, you have such a nice complexion.”
  • When you bring that one out, you typically come over and touch his face.
  • He absolutely adores feeling your hands on his face in a calm, loving way, and he loves the little kisses that come with it
  • His weakness tho
  • When you two are cuddling, you’ll run your hands through his hair and tell him how much he means to you
  • the man practically melts in your hands at that one


  • Okay, it is so damn hard to fluster this kid
  • He knows all your weaknesses, but you’ve never succeeded in making him more than blush
  • Whenever he winks at you or flirts with you, you’re a babbling mess
  • You just want to make him feel all warm and bubbly like he makes you feel
    • also revenge
  • You two cuddle a lot, but it’s always just peaceful
  • One day while you were getting up, you accidentally brushed your hand against the back of his leg and he freaked out
  • He brought his leg in so that you wouldn’t touch it again and his face turned red
    • “Zen, are you ticklish??”
    • “N-No! That was just-!”
  • That turned into a tickle war, only ending when you almost got kneed in the face
  • To this day, its the only innocent thing you know to do to make him blush, so you’ll sometimes brush the back of his knee in public and just laugh at him
  • He gets sorta pissed, but he thinks it’s cute that you’re having so much fun, so he doesn’t really mind.


  • Every single compliment you give her makes her blush and you love it
  • You compliment her every chance you get because not only are they all true and always relevant, but you think she’s so cute when she’s flustered
  • Like, always-put-together-Jaehee crumbling at your compliments is your weakness
  • You’ll often compliment her on her outfit or how that lipstick you bought her compliments her eyes, but it’s the deeper ones that really get her
  • “You’re the kindest, smartest person I know. You mean the world to me.”
  • When you guys cuddle, sometimes you’ll tell her that you never want to let her go. You want to spend the rest of your life with her and you hope that she’ll never leave you.
    • She cried at that one once
  • Sometimes she’ll go to push her glasses up, but realize that she doesn’t wear them anymore and you laugh.
  • This girl loves scented candles
  • Like, 
  • Loves them
  • So sometimes if you run out to the grocery store or something, you’ll buy her a candle then cuddle on the couch with her 
    • Honestly, it’s like one of those holiday commercials where everything’s perfect and the whole world smells nice
  • When you guys cuddle, you like to tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her, and compliment the cute little things she’s done in the past week
  • Her face gets hot and it makes for warmer cuddles


  • You laugh at all his jokes, even when they’re not funny
  • “Luciel, you have the nicest ass.”
    • he says shit like that to you all the time, so you figured it’d be okay if you said it to him too
  • He concealed it well, but it made him feel super nice
  • “Seven, how come you never use caps lock?”
  • “Because my fingers are polite.”
  • He doesn’t know why, but he really likes when you pick up on little things like that.
  • Sometimes you like to take his glasses off so that you can stare into his eyes. When he asks you why you do that, you tell him that you love the color yellow.
    • “Yellow is a happy color. I’m always happy when I see you, and I hope you’re happy when you see me. Your eyes are like…. I dunno.. flowers. The sun. Golden retrievers…………….. Minions.”
  • When you keep going on about how happy he makes you, he gets really happy too because, ‘Oh my god, they love me so much. How the hell did I luck out like this???’
  • His cheeks turn a super light shade of pink. When you start giving him little kisses, he smiles into every single one. His blush gets a little darker when you compliment him more.
  • Sometimes you start to ramble after the kisses, but he never actually stops you. It makes him feel really good.
    • “Have I ever told you that you’re like, the funniest person I know? And you’re so smart! Funny and smart?? How did you get both? That’s not fair! Also, you’re so kind! God, you’re so lucky!!! I’m so lucky!!!!!! WHERE DID I FIND YOU I NEVER WANNA LET YOU GO”
  • By the end of it, he’s blushing like mad and things get deep
  • Also, his feet are hella ticklish, but you only use that when you’re desperate, because it usually ends with you getting kicked in the face and him feeling really bad


  • When he’s doing literally anything, you get super close to him and weasel your way into his space
    • Cooking? Hold me.
    • Reading? Let me hold you.
    • Texting? Lets cuddle.
    • Doing something important? Idc, please give me all your love and attention.
  • “Jihyun, I love your laugh! It’s so cute and it makes me so happy! And your smile! You’re just so handsome….”
  • He thinks its so cute that you pick out little things about him, and he thinks about how much you love him a lot.
  • Whenever he gets sad, he thinks about the compliments you’ve given him and everything is okay again
  • a i g h t, his laugh though
  • His laugh is like the most beautiful music to you
  • When you find out that his neck is ticklish,,,,,,HOOOOOOOH BOII
  • Not only do you get to hear his laugh, but you also get to see his smile and compliment him on both
  • plus a new thing that you absolutely love;
  • “When you try to protect yourself, it just makes you look cuter, y’know!”
  • His entire face turns red when you call him adorable, and you do it a lot when he’s trying to protect his neck from your tickles


  • Everything makes this poor boy flustered
  • “Babe, your bedhead is adorable.”
  • “The pasta sauce on your nose is a good look, really. It’s so cute.”
  • “Saeran, you’re so cute!”
  • Every single nice thing you say or do to him makes him blush and deny everything you say
  • He usually ends up trying to turn it all around and compliment you, but it never really works
  • “I’m adorable?? N-no way! You’re adorable….er.”
  • Cuddling with him is a fucking mess
  • He gets super flustered whenever you touch him, so having your bodies pressed together is ridiculous
  • When he’s super tired, he mellows out though. He falls a sleep when you’re the big spoon and it’s just so cute
  • He’s so cute when he sleeps oh man oh man
Infatuated (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Angst yo (and like 0.01% fluff)


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This is for @whothehellisbella ‘s  Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge.

The song is Quit by Ariana Grande (so it’s pretty useful if you listen to that whilst reading)

Lots of Text written in italic is a flashback and text that is italic is the song lyrics

Characters - Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings - being cheated on

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I am not the smartest person in the world, nor even close to the smartest person I know. Nor have I visited the vast majority of countries on this magnificent planet. But I did happen to move from the US to the U.K. two and a half years ago at the age of 37, i.e. after almost four decades of inhabiting an incredibly hairy human body. Thus I’ve had a good deal of experience as a patient, or as they call you in the US, a consumer of American healthcare before moving to the UK to experience the NHS for two-plus years as a father of three, a husband of a woman whose reproductive system is more glorious and has more complex needs than my own, and as a person whose own body is subject to the ravages of gravity, time, and secret Oreo milkshakes from Five Guys.
What I’m getting at is that I’m in a pretty good position to speak with some degree of clarity on the NHS as it compares to the American healthcare system. And here’s the verdict: the NHS is superior. That isn’t to say it’s perfect; no healthcare system is or can be. People (myself included) have and will continue to complain about their healthcare, wherever they receive it, because medicine is treating your body, or your loved one’s body. It is not performing the far less important and less fraught tasks of selling you a car or fixing your mobile’s broken screen or painting your house or making you a sandwich (though to be fair both the NHS or UCLA Santa Monica Hospital in Los Angeles will make you a reasonably good sandwich if you have to stay in hospital.) Medicine is treating your body! Your hearing, your intestines, your tits! Sometimes even your… nodes! The delicacy of this, and the emotions involved are going to leave you with a mixed bag of feelings, even if you achieve the optimal results of whatever it is you went in for.
​I should also make clear that I’m comparing the US healthcare system with the NHS of today. The NHS constantly in the headlines for being cash-strapped and worse than it was in the past. Is it? It sounds to me like it is, but I don’t personally know, and that’s not the purpose of this piece. The purpose of this piece is to tell you that the NHS of this exact moment in 2017 is better that the private healthcare systems in the US. (I have to pluralize “systems” because there is, sadly, no one unified “system” in the US, much to the detriment of so many millions of Americans. I must also make clear that most Americans receive their healthcare privately, unlike the U.K.)
​How is it better? I will say right away that just like in the U.K., my loved ones and I have received generally very good medical care in the US. The American doctors and nurses are mostly kind people, working hard, sincerely interested in helping others. Unfortunately these doctors and nurses are paid with money the hospital receives from health insurance companies. And health insurance companies are motivated by profit, not by successfully setting your broken shoulder or curing your daughter’s leukemia. Those results aren’t discussed in their shareholders’ calls. And insurance companies don’t pay for all your care either. My wife and I, who had what’s considered excellent insurance in the US, received bills for about $1,300 after each of our first two kids were born. When we were in the US on holiday recently, our youngest required an emergency ultrasound on his kidneys. As we’ve been in the UK for years now, we don’t have American health insurance anymore and I had to pay a $500 deposit before they would do the test. On my baby’s kidneys. In the richest country in the world, in which I still pay plenty of taxes as a citizen. Also it was my baby’s kidneys if I haven’t already said that.
​As an aside, that same baby was our first to be born in the UK, with the help of a young Scottish midwife in a hijab. A midwife who, I’ll add, did a better job than both the doctors who delivered our first two kids at UCLA Santa Monica Hospital. If there are better people than British midwives on this planet, I have yet to meet them.
​I’ve digressed a bit, or perhaps not, but I suppose these anecdotes only bolster my case. The main point is this: if our bodies and minds are connected as modern medicine insists, the stress one feels as an American worrying about how you’ll pay for your healthcare – or whether you can even get it – shortens your life and reduces its quality much more than the wait for knee replacement surgery on the NHS does. I used knee replacement surgery as an example because if you need emergency surgery on your brain or your heart, you won’t wait on the NHS; you’ll have world-class doctors doing their best to fix you right away.
​Fifteen years ago, I had to max out two credit cards and borrow a third from mom to pay for surgery to put a pin in a broken wrist after a car accident. (My insurance company had dropped my coverage after the accident because I was generating too many bills for them. That was 100% legal before the Affordable Care Act, aka “Obamacare” came into effect. The Obamacare which President-Elect Trump and the Republican Congress have pledged to repeal, mind you.

​Now before you send me flowers because you agree so vehemently with what I’ve written, or alternately, to tell me via Twitter to make love to myself because an NHS doctor once sewed your arm back on upside down, nobody asked me to write this and I have nothing to gain from it. I’m just a (nearly) forty-year-old comedian who does a graceful, elaborate jig every time my wife or kids or I visit a GP, an A and E, a birth centre, or an operating theatre and don’t have to worry if we’ll A) receive the care we need or B) be able to afford it, even if we have insurance.
​Americans forego care and medicine that their physicians prescribe, because of cost. They also commit suicide because of medical debt. It’s hard to hold in one’s mind the idea that those things can and do happen in a country as wealthy as the United States.

​I hesitate to end this piece with a call to action, though I know what I’d do if I were a U.K. citizen and something as remarkable as the NHS were under threat. I pay taxes here too, but I’m not British, so it’s up to you, if you care. I wouldn’t wish sickness on anyone, but you might consider imagining yourself or your child moving or traveling to the US and getting sick or being in an accident. Then imagine that already miserable experience magnified because you’re marinating in the fear that you won’t be able to pay for your care. Or maybe you can with a credit card, but then you can’t keep up with the payments so you begin to receive aggressive phone calls from the company the hospital sold your debt to. Maybe you get taken to court.
​If that’s not something you’d like to experience, and you think the NHS of today is closer to that scenario than the NHS of ten years ago, or if you think that there are those in government or on the boards of private healthcare corporations who might be okay with that sort of future unfolding, what might you do about it?

marvel keeps taking characters and putting these tags on them like “Theyre the smartest character in the whole marvel universe!!!” or “theyre the 3rd smartest person in the world!!!”…like with reed richards and amadeus cho and moon girl…..when are they going to tell me whose the dumbest? who is the biggest idiot in the marvel universe? give me idiot representation so i feel included

Some Controversy, and Chilling The Heck Out

Hey there, my people. I’m Elsa, and I am not an ice queen. And I am going to say something that is rather controversial, at least in the world of tumblr. Are you ready for it? Here it is:

As a writer, it is not my responsibility to babysit anyone who might read what I write. It is not any writer’s responsibility to babysit their audience.

What do I mean by that?

If I write about something unpleasant, be it illegal or simply immoral, and someone decides to emulate it, that is not my responsibility. The actions of someone else are not my fault. If someone is going to do something like that, they would do it even without my involvement. They would get their inspiration from television, a movie, the news, or hell, someone else’s writing.

Now you might be saying, what if what I wrote convinced them it wasn’t unpleasant? Then I say shame on you. Give other people some goddamn credit. You aren’t the only one who can tell fiction from reality. You aren’t the only one who can read subtext and context clues. You aren’t the only one who can understand something without it being spelled out like an after school special. There is a stark difference between romanticization and depiction, and the act of simply depicting something does not mean I’m portraying it in a positive light or giving it some sort of blanket approval, and you aren’t the only person clever enough to pick up on that. You aren’t the smartest person in the world; you aren’t that special.

‘But Elsa!’ you might be saying. 'What if they’re a kid and can’t tell?’ And to that I have to say that it is not my job to parent someone else’s kid. If you’re worried about what your kid is reading, then as the kid’s parent, it is your job to goddamn parent them. Teach them how the internet works. Do the required research on books they want to read. Monitor them. Be a parent.

If I write about something unpleasant and someone is triggered by it, that is also not my responsibility. If it’s something I posted online then I will certainly tag it accordingly so no one is taken by surprise, and I do wish that content warnings were more common in books and ebooks, because the blurb on the inside of the cover typically isn’t going to say 'and by the way, this book might trigger your PTSD’ and I think it would be great if they did. But despite that, if something I write triggers you, you don’t get to say 'how dare you write about this?’ (Especially if it was tagged accordingly and you inflicted it upon yourself.) There are just as many people who might say 'thank you for writing about this,’ and for all you know, the writer might have been working through something, too.

(Relatedly, you don’t get to demand someone whip out receipts to prove that they’re allowed to write about unpleasant topics. People are allowed to write about whatever they want. If you don’t like that, that is, as they say, a you problem and you’re free to not read it.)

If it’s not tagged properly and you didn’t know what to expect when you read it, then you can criticize the author for that because no one needs that sort of shock sprung on them out of nowhere, but that doesn’t actually give you the right to tell people what they can and can’t write about.

It comes down to this: it is no one’s job but yours to police your own space.

Don’t get me wrong: I do think serious topics should be written about respectfully. And people are free to criticize as much as they want, to set someone on the right path if they’re writing about something in a disrespectful manner (or if the writing is just plain not good, obviously). But just saying 'this is bad and should never be written about’ isn’t criticism; it’s censorship. And frankly, I don’t know you. I don’t trust your judgment above all else and I don’t know anyone who put you in charge.

So, I saw a post about some Choices cast swap and wanted to try my hand at… The Crown and The Freshman, book 1.

The Suitemates

  • Kenna Rys, MC, mother killed in ‘random’ alleyway mugging gone wrong. Father passed away years ago. Left in the care of her guardian, Gabriel Amarne, who controls her family’s fortune.
  • Dom Hunter, your childhood friend. Adopted, never knew his real parents. Designated smartass. Teachers don’t like him. 
  • Val Greaves, one of your new suitemates with breathtaking anger issues. Also, somehow your best friend. How? Started a band with Sei. Don’t call her Valentina. Just… don’t maybe in bed.
  • Rose Blake, designated ‘mom’ friend. Tired of your shit, won’t say it to your face though. Always smiling, bakes a lot. You’ll never go hungry.
  • Whitlock, 15-year-old engineer major. Smartest person in the world on campus. ‘Helps’ you with your homework
  • Tevan Drammir, has better hair than you. Never takes a bad picture. Never. Like not possible, don’t even try. 

Other Students…

  • Sei Rhuka, started a band with Val. Doesn’t care about your shit (she does). Has better grades than you.
  • Tristen Blake, Rose’s twin brother. Overprotective, super annoying. Can’t grow a beard, perpetual peach fuzz.
  • Raydan Lykel, the senior. Studies under Professor Amarne trying to finish his first script. Sneaks up on everyone without even trying.
  • Zenobia NevrakisQueen President of Kappa Phi Sigma. No one likes her, doesn’t care. She doesn’t like them more.
  • Annelyse Adair, the real queen of Kappa Phi Sigma. Everyone likes her, not as much as she likes everyone. Don’t piss her off.
  • Marco Nevrakis, captain of the football team. Jerk. Fuck that guy.
  • Kailani Keawe, wants to join the football team. Captain won’t let her join. Could BE the football team. 
  • Noa Keawe, Kailani’s twin. Just wants one day of peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask? Is it? Studying to be an architect.

Stormholt University faculty

  • Principal Leon Stirling, also coaches football. Had a ‘thing’ with your mother. Conversations are weird, but he’s cool.
  • Professor Gabriel Amarne, English department. Kenna’s guardian. Has cancer.
  • Professor Anu Rhuka, History department. Sei’s grandfather. Totally not some sort of master martial artist.
I survived the Columbine High School Shooting

I survived the Columbine High School shooting By Melissa Miller

A student shares her terrifying story

From Scope

Melissa Miller, 15, hid behind a truck while seniors Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold sprayed bullets and threw pipe bombs into the parking lot of Columbine High School. On that tragic afternoon last April, Eric, 18, and Dylan, 17, killed 12 students and a teacher, wounded 23 students, and then killed themselves. Many have said that Eric and In seventh and eighth grade, kids called me names, pushed me against the lockers, and snapped pennies at my head. I was miserable and lonely. Every night, I cried and begged my mom to let me go to another school.

So, I understand what it’s like to be picked on. But I can’t understand why anyone would turn to guns. Guns are not the answer. I learned that on April 20, 1999. That day was definitely the worst day of my life.

Not a Prank

I was in the Columbine parking lot when I heard the first explosion. I thought it had to be a firecracker—some kind of senior prank. Then, I looked up and saw the backs of two guys in black trench coats. They were standing at the top of the hill near the rear entrance to the school. It was Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. I didn’t know their names then, but I’d seen them around. My friends and I would move out of their way in the halls. They scared us.

As Eric and Dylan turned around, I saw that they had guns. I still thought it was a prank. I figured the rifles had to be paintball guns. Eric and Dylan had no expressions on their faces. They showed no emotion—not anger, not hatred.

Then, they opened fire. Bullets struck students on the sidewalk, in the parking lot, and on the hill. My friend Anne Marie was standing on the sidewalk right below them. It looked like they shot her in the stomach. She doubled over and then fell on her back. Her knees flipped to the side. She didn’t get up. She just stayed crumpled on the ground. That was what made me realize–oh, my God!–it was no joke. It wasn’t red paint on the ground. It was blood. Dylan were trying to get back at students who had mocked and bullied them during their four years at the Littleton, Colorado, high school. Below, Melissa—who knows how it feels to be picked on—shares her ideas for how students who feel alienated can turn things around without violence. She also tells the dramatic story of her escape from the shooting.

I was terrified. I quickly ducked behind a white truck. I did not dare look up. Crouched behind a tire, I was scared to move an inch.

Then, a silver cylinder landed about five feet from me. I could smell the burning and see smoke coming out of both ends, so I covered my head with my hands. I didn’t know it then, but it was a pipe bomb. In seconds, the bomb exploded and shrapnel rained down on the pavement around me. Somehow I didn’t get hit with any shrapnel. Just a few seconds later, there was another pipe bomb, and it came even closer to me. Again, by some miracle, I wasn’t hit at all.

Eric and Dylan opened fire again. It didn’t sound the way gunfire sounds in the movies. Each shot was like a dart hitting a dartboard. Nothing sounded the way you’d expect. No one was screaming or yelling at them to stop. It was actually really quiet.

A boy who’d been shot in the leg (I don’t know his name) got up and ran away. Blood spurted through his fingers as he held onto his wound. Before he reached safety, he looked back over his shoulder at the gunmen. His eyes were so large, and filled with pure terror and pain.

The look on his face will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope it’s a look that no one has to see or give ever again.

Eric and Dylan had stopped shooting. They’d gone inside. I started to run away. Then, I hesitated. Should I try to help Anne Marie? She was lying there, still not moving. I decided that the best thing would be to get real help.

As the gunshots rang out inside the school, I ran across the soccer field. At the same time, this unbelievable stream of people, of panic, came out of the cafeteria. That’s when the screaming started. Everyone was screaming. To get off of school grounds, I had to make it over a tall chain link fence. Somehow—don’t ask me how—I just sailed over it. I was like Xena. The best way I can describe it is that I was on a mission. I was running so fast that I could barely breathe. I thought my heart was going to pop.

Finally, I saw a house with an open garage. I ran in. There was a phone, so I called 911. The house belonged to an elderly couple who let me in and helped me contact my parents.

As I waited to be picked up, I watched the news. I cried and cried as ambulances took my friends, including Anne Marie, away. (For days, I didn’t know if Anne Marie was alive or dead.) On TV, I could see my bookbag lying in the parking lot where I’d left it.

Memorial items for Columbine: wreath with angel Beanie Babies, and book made by a first grade class I didn’t get my bookbag back until June. When I did, it brought back all of my fear. My bag had been trampled on as students ran for their lives. My hairbrush was broken, and all of my books were damaged.

A Place to Belong

Eric and Dylan ruined so many lives. They were outcasts, but violence is never a solution. In junior high, I was tortured. I didn’t wear the right clothes, and I didn’t have the right hair. I had zero friends. But when I started at Columbine, I changed my situation. I joined the marching band and made tons of friends. Now the people that were so mean to me in junior high are signing my yearbook and giving me hugs in the hall.

I found a place to belong. If you’re an outcast, you don’t have to resort to violence. Join a club. Columbine offers clubs like the outdoors club, the Bible club, the chess club. There are tons of activities that you don’t have to be an athlete or the smartest person in the world to participate in. High school doesn’t have to be so terrible.

If Eric and Dylan had tried to turn their lives around, maybe 12 of my peers wouldn’t be dead maybe Anne Marie wouldn’t be learning to walk again.

Reasons Professor Layton is an underrated series:

- amazing and clever puzzles
- storylines that aren’t too cliche and leaves you in tears every goddamn time
- even though it makes you cry it also makes you laugh and smile
- diversity in characters
- every character is so well designed and even the characters that you only talk to once have a certain personality and a very good design
- cool sceneries and cosy cities
- music that makes you feel like you’re on a trip through france
- solving an 80 picarats puzzle makes you feel like the smartest person in the world
- the cute lil sidequests that you can do
- the extra puzzles are rly fun
- there are still a shitton of daily puzzles

tl;dr the professor layton games don’t get the recognition they deserve

anonymous asked:

I want to read a TsukkiYama fic from you, please?

Yamaguchi Tadashi has known ever since he was a small child that one day he was going to work with Tsukishima Kei’s dragon. It has been his secret dream and goal ever since he met the other boy.

Even if Tsukishima didn’t come from a long, prestigious line of dragon riders, Yamaguchi knows that he would still find the other boy to be the most impressive, awe-inspiring, generally smartest most amazing person in the world. Ever since Tsukishima sneered “pathetic” at the sight of Yamaguchi’s bullies (and Yamaguchi, on the ground), Yamaguchi thought Tsukishima was probably the coolest person imaginable.

But the Tsukishima family line was, in fact, one of the oldest lines for dragon riders, and Yamaguchi often couldn’t even believe that someone like him was allowed to be friends with someone as awesome as Tsukishima.  And then of course there was Kiba, Tsukishima’s dragon, who was the most wonderful creature in the entire universe (which Yamaguchi made sure to tell Kiba, at least twice a day) and overall, Yamaguchi thinks that any future where he can be one of Kiba’s groomsmen is the only thing he wants out of life because it’s already far too grand and too bold to even imagine he could be someone who works around dragons.

The idea of having his own dragon honestly never occurred to him.


“What do we do?” Yamaguchi hisses at the sight of the hatching egg.

It is impossible to tell what Tsukishima is thinking (he looks annoyed, which is something that would ordinarily distress Yamaguchi except there is a hatching dragon egg and he doesn’t know what is supposed to happen). “You’ll have to bond with the dragon,” Tsukishima explains.

“What?! I can’t do that! I’m not a dragon-rider!”

“You’re the only one around, Yamaguchi.”

“But Tadashi is my groomsmen!” Kiba says indignantly. Looming over both of them and then staring at the egg. “He is already mine! The egg can have, oh, that guy,” Kiba cranes his head and looks at someone walking past, oblivious to the two students huddled over the egg.

Kiba,” Tsukishima chides his dragon, who promptly snorts out smoke.

Kiba was the one who rescued the egg from the smugglers, being the first one to sense a dragon egg nearby. And he had been very protective of the egg up till now. The plan had been to bring the dragon to the nearest breeding center so that it could hatch in safety in the presence of someone who was properly trained to bond with a dragon.

Only then it started hatching.

“But we could still make it!” Yamaguchi says, a tad desperately. “If Kiba flies—”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima says. “You know that would only endanger the egg. And if it doesn’t bond right away, we’ll lose the dragon.”

“I know, I know, but—”

“We could still go get that man,” Kiba sulks, “I don’t see why the hatchling should have one of my groomsmen, Tadashi has been mine forever, this is—” Tsukishima glares at his dragon and Kiba says, “Oh fine.

Yamaguchi still thinks there are other options, but it’s far too late, the dragon pokes its head out of the shell and then immediately wiggles, bursting through the rest of it. It is a small, pale green dragon and it’s absolutely beautiful, like a little star, and Yamaguchi falls in love a little. He sucks in his breath, because dragons don’t always imprint the way you want them too, sometimes they can be very contrary and usually they have a whole range of people to choose from (trained people, people of good breeding who have prepared for this all their lives) and if this dragon doesn’t like him, then it might die, and Yamaguchi’s heart would break—

“Mine?” says the little demon, climbing on his pants leg.

“Hello, there,” Yamaguchi says softly. “I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi. Would you like a name?”

“Tadashi,” she says. “Yes, alright, that would be nice.”

And Yamaguchi hasn’t prepared a name, so he just says the first thing that comes to mind, which is, “Hoshi.”

And the little dragon thinks it over and says, “Yes, alright. I like that. I’m Hoshi.  Thank you, Tadashi.” And she motions to be picked up, so Yamaguchi does.

“But—I’m supposed to go to Karasuno with you to learn how to be your groomsmen,” Yamaguchi says, looking desperately at Tsukishima and realizing that his planned future has abruptly disappeared.

“You’re still going to Karasuno with me,” Tsukishima says softly. “Only this time you’ll be a rider.”

Yamaguchi looks at the dragon in his arms that is already falling asleep and says, “Oh.”

A/N: Thank you for the suggestion, anon-friend! But since you were not specific on what kind of TsukkiYama prompt, I decided to combine it with this other anon-friend prompt I’ve had for a very long time back when I was first seeking out possible Haikyuu AU ideas. It is not quite what was suggested, and now I have developed another AU I wouldn’t mind making longer at some point, but it was heavily inspired by the Temeraire series (scene straight from the books, to be honest) as well as some How to Train Your Dragon (only set in more modern times, because I’m too lazy to write historically accurate Napoleonic War AU. Or Vikings). Thanks to both of you for your prompts =D

Finally Understood - A Lydia Martin Imagine

Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly do an imagine where it’s it starts off with Lydia and the reader meeting in first grade and then it shows their relationship throughout the years. Also if possible could the reader be the Winchesters’ little sister + Sorry to bother you, but could you possibly make it where the reader gets hurt at one point and Scott gives her the bite to save her life - @lydias-girl

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A/n I’m not sure if this was what you were expecting but I really enjoyed writing it and hope you like it!

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Originally posted by aimingforolicity

    “Nerd!” Another boy yelled at the little redhead that was using her lunch period to read.    

    Y/n was not only new, but she was very shy for a first grader. Children often tend to be very open but Y/n never was like that for some reason, not until today. The redhead that was getting picked on was the only girl she recognized from her classes and was nice.    

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I Never Noticed

Request: “Can I have a Stiles x reader where she is Scott’s older sister by two or so years. Like when they were younger stiles and her were really good friends and he had a low key crush on her but never really noticed, and she is coming back from college since she graduated early due to being hella smart and you can take it from there”

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader!Scott’s sister

Warnings: flirting, swearing, sarcasm, shyness, etc. 

Stiles P.O.V

Four Years Ago…

I rode my bike along side Scott. He grinned back at me, pulling into his garage. I followed him, hoping off my bike as I unbuckled my helmet. “My mom’s making tacos. Wanna have dinner with us?” I grin, scoffing at his stupid question. “Of course.” We hop in the house, slipping off our shoes. Scott turned over his shoulder, smiling. “Oh! My sister’s getting food and should be home later today so that we can hang out.” I try to hide my excitement. Scott’s sister and I were great friends. Here’s the thing, I liked Scott’s sister. She was pretty.. and pretty cool. Scott and I never really had friends. It was always the two of us. We weren’t popular, good at sports, anything really. And the moment we entered High School, we were considered outcasts to everyone. Well, almost everyone. 

(Y/n) was never shy when it came to us. She showed us off proudly, like we were some big award, or something. She always made us feel special, included us in meals or helped with classes, and, considering she was beyond brilliant, (Y/n) was the reason I was able to pass my classes. Every time someone tried to put us down in some sort of way, she’d come in and tell them off and make them look like an idiot. Having her around was, quite literally, the best. I couldn’t help but feel excited to see her. She was the smartest, nicest person I had ever met in the whole world. However, she was going to graduate early. I knew I was going to miss her a lot. Without her, things would get rough, real quick. 


Your P.O.V

Slipping on my jacket, I eyed my stuffed to the brim car, biting my lip. I hope I didn’t forget anything. Not that I would do that, considering I’m rather efficient. I check my list once more, though I don’t need to, it assures me either way. I nod and grin before hopping into my car. I roll down my windows to see my roommate, Lin, leaning up against my car. “Going back to see the fam?” She asks, smiling. I nod, turning on the radio before looking back at her. “Yeah, first time I’ve seen them since a year and a half ago. Studying takes up a lot more time than I thought.” Lin laughs, throwing her head back. “Oh, shut up. You’ve passed all your honors classes with flying colors. I envy the hell out of your brain. I don’t know how you can take that many honors classes. Oh! And by the way, our argument about quantum mechanics isn’t over yet! Have fun with your family!” 

I can’t help but snicker before driving off. Blasting my radio, I can’t help but think about the good old days. The nights I use to spend with my brother and his friend, Stiles. Stiles. I wonder how he’s doing? I wonder how different he looks? I haven’t seen him in four years, which is a pretty long time. Then again, I look rather different as well. But healthy food, a gym, new hair and tattoos does that to you, I guess. I always did think Stiles was a cute kid. His sarcasm and wit always made me smile. I wonder how different Scott looks. I haven’t seen him in a while, either. My family didn’t know I’d be coming home today. I’d been planning this for months now, and now, I could finally see them. It took a few hours to get back, the drive not being terrible. The traffic was shit but the music was quite a beautiful distraction. The moment I pull into Beacon Hills, I almost cry from pure nostalgia. 

Peering around the town, I can’t help but giggle at the memories that pound my head. It hurt to see this town again, but it was a good kind of pain, ya know? There was the cafe where I had my first kiss, it being not that great but the ice cream I had after made it all the while better. Around the corner was the park I played in. My brother, Stiles and I use to spend hours playing all sorts of activities. I had a blast with those two. The second I pulled up to my house, I park on the street, my driveway up to the brim with unrecognizable cars. Huh? Must be having a party or something. Perfect. I whip out my phone, scrolling down to hit my mom’s number. Her joyous voice filled the other line. “Hey, sweetheart! Oh! I miss you so much! How’s college? How were finals? Tell me everything!” I giggle at her happiness. I really missed her. Being at college could get really lonely. “College is great! I miss you like hell. Finals were, finals. I did the best I could, considering they were approximately 98% AP classes. How’ve you been, mama?” 

She went off immediately. “Oh! Things have been okay here. As usual. Oh! I forgot to tell you that Scott’s captain of the lacrosse team! Stiles is no longer on the bench! He’s doing great, as well. (Y/n), I wish you could see them. They’ve turned into such handsome boys. You wouldn’t even recognize them!” I noticed a slight hesitation in her voice when she said that last sentence. I sighed, making my way up to the front door. “Mama, if you could have one wish, right now, what would it be?” Though we both knew the answer, I wanted her to say it, I wanted her to tell me. “I wish you were here, (Y/n). I miss my daughter, so much. I miss you, sweetheart.” Her voice was sad, broken. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. When she opens the door, I grin. “Wish granted.” In that moment, like I had planned, she broke down and burst into tears. Wrapping her arms around my waist while I towered over her, kissing her head. My mom held me close to her, almost desperate, as if I could slip through her fingers at any moment. 

We stand at the door for a few minutes. I am perfectly content to just let her cry on my shoulder. Finally, she pulls away, wiping her eyes before wrapping her arms around my hand. “C’mon! Does Scott know you’re here?” I shake my head, smiling as she pointed to the room where he was suppose to be. I round the corner, not enough for him to see me, but enough so that I could hear the conversation that fluttered wildly in the room. “Scott, I’m telling you! Just ask Kira out, she’s right over there! She’s hot, you’re hot, what have you got to lose?!” Before whoever was talking could finish, I came into view, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “I thought I was the attractive sibling.” There was a lot of people in the room, more than I expected. All of their eyes fell on me as I looked at my brother, his back turned away from me. When he turned to face me, he gasped. I took a step forward, smiling. “What? You’re not gonna say hi to your sister?” 

Before I could say anything more, he ran toward me, embracing me tightly. I giggled as he picked me up, twirling me around in a circle. “I missed you so much..” He whispered into the crook of my neck. I kiss his cheek, smiling to myself. “I missed you too, Goober.” For a split second, I totally forgot there were other people in the room. When he pulls away, I wipe his tears away, smiling. Like I had predicted, he looked a lot different from when we were little. “Wow, you’ve grown so much! Look at you!! You’re actually taller than me! That’s a first!” He giggled, looking at my face with a smile. “I have grown a lot! But you- you look so different!” I laugh, shaking my shoulders. “Well, a year and a half at Harvard does that to you. Mom told me you’re captain of the lacrosse team! Congratulations!!” He nods, his eyes gazing from my eyes to my cheeks then to my hair. “You look so different, (Y/n). You’ve grown so much..” 

I scoff, punching his arm, playfully. “I’m still me. I might look different but I’m still your sister.” I say, lovingly. All of a sudden, a voice broke our family reunion. “I don’t mean to be rude, but would you mind introducing us to your totally attractive sister that we didn’t know about?” I look over at the group of younger teens, most of which were eyeing me up and down. The one who spoke was a shorter boy, the youngest of the group, it seems. Scott looks between me and his friends, blushing. Almost as if he forgot they were even here. But then again, I too, did that. “Guys, this is my sister, (Y/n). She attends Harvard and I haven’t seen her in a year and a half due to her massive studies and traveling.” I grin, waving at them. All of a sudden, I heard a new voice. A voice that sounded familiar, just lower. “(Y/n)?” Turning my body towards the voice, I gasp in shock. Stiles Stilinski stood by the door, gawking at me, as I’m sure I am as well. “Stiles?” He nodded, slowly shaking his head. “(Y/n), is that you?” I nod, still eyeing him with surprise. 

All of a sudden, he lurched forward, taking me within his massive arms that use to be so tiny. Stiles use to be half my size, if not smaller, scrawny and cute. But now, now he was grown, towering over me. Tall, toned and burly. Of course, he was lanky before, that part hadn’t changed, however all of his weight was fit in just the right places. Stiles arms and chest were bigger. They looked massive. I would assume it was due to long lacrosse practices. His chocolate brown hair was longer, tousled and wild. I had the strongest urge to run my hands through them. His hands were massive, wrapping around my waist like they were meant to be there. Stiles picked me up like Scott did, twirling me around in a circle. We both giggle, loudly. His voice being a lot lower than before. It was sexy as hell, raspier. It sent shivers down my spine. When he pulled away, he looked at me again. Shocked at my new look. As was I about him. I mean, god damn. 

“You’re here- You look- Wow..” 
“Likewise. You look- different.” 
“Different is-” 
“Good. Different’s good.” 

Before I noticed the awkwardness in the room, the one girl with strawberry blonde hair took the initiative to strut toward me, smirking. “Lydia Martin. So, Harvard, huh? You must be pretty smart.” Shrugging slightly, saddened by the fact that I could no longer look at Stiles. “Yeah, I suppose so. But, by the looks of it, you are as well.” Lydia eyes me with suspicions, brows furrowed with curiosity. “Why might you say that?” I smirk, examining her up and down, analyzing her. “I presume you’re eighteen years of age but due to your profusely large amount of make-up, you’re going for the older look. Head held up high, back always straight, sophisticated. Due to your daily attire, people assume you to be older, wiser. And they’re right. You dress the way you are. However, because of a past relationship, you’ve hidden yourself from within. You’re a lot brighter than people give you credit for. But that’s brilliant, you see, nobody suspects a dumb-blonde, well in this case, strawberry blonde, to be a riveting genius. As to which, you are. But since you’ve ended that toxic relationship-” 

I continue, their eyes on me with awe. “You’ve grown out of your shell and become the brilliant bright person you are now.” As I finish, Scott looks at me with brotherly awe and pride. When I look at Stiles, his jaw is practically to the floor. Lydia shakes my hand, winking at Scott. “I like her.” After that moment, I had become the interest of the party. A taller burly boy, Isaac, I believe, along with Liam and Derek, never left my side. Kira and Malia were a ball to be around. They were both so funny, polar opposites but they made their friendship work. For them, it somehow flowed. Malia was rather snarky, no-filter and completely done with the world. Kira, on the other hand, was quite different. She was bubbly, full of life and energy. When she smiled, it was contagious. Lydia, like I predicted, was beyond brilliant. Halfway through talking, she started talking to me in Latin, not just normal Latin, enchant Latin. 

The group was looking at us in complete awe. I noticed after a little while that Scott and Stiles has broken away from everyone else. They seemed to be discussing something important, glancing my way occasionally. I nodded and smiled at them, kindly. After talking with the group for a while, I broke away from them to talk to Scott. “Hey, I’m gonna catch up with Mom for a bit, if that’s okay with you?” He nods, smiling back at me. “What?” I ask. He merely shakes his head, grinning. “I’m just really glad I’ve got you back.” I take him into a tight hug. “Well, I’m here for good. I’ll be back later, alright?” He nods, letting me go catch up with mom. As I left the room, I couldn’t help but glance at Stiles, biting my lip as our eyes meet. He smiled shyly back at me. When I sit across from mom, she smirks back at me, knowingly. “What?” I ask, slightly confused by her new attitude. She nudges her head back at the room. “They’ve grown, haven’t they? Especially Stiles.” She emphasizes. 

I nod, finally understanding what she meant. “Yeah, when did Stiles get so hot?” She coughs mid-drink, laughing loudly. Probably surprised by my pure honesty, she had no need to pry if I speaking without a filter. “Yes, he’s grown quite a lot since you last saw him.” I nodded, giggling. “Yes, yes he has.” All of a sudden, a loud crash came from behind us. We both turn around to see the teens on the floor, bodies on top of one another. And at the bottom, was Stiles, beat red. “Awe, c’mon! I thought she would have gone for me!!” Liam yelled, exasperatedly. When I look back at Stiles, I smirk and wink at him. He giggles, fumbling back into the other room. All of a sudden, Stiles yelped. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.” Scott said, protectively before walking into the our room, winking at me before tossing me a thumbs up. “Go get ‘em, sister.” I laugh, shaking my head. “I missed you guys so much.” She wrapped her hand around mine. “We missed you too.” All of a sudden, a new pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders. I look up to see Stiles, grinning. I put my hands on his waist, pulling him closer to me. The rest of the gang came into the kitchen, laughing and cheering wildly. God, it was great to be back. 

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