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High School In Review (so far)+ Some Tips!!!

Hello everyone! I’m Niva and I am a student of the High School class of 2019.

Now I’ve been in high school for 2 years now, so I think that can give some pretty solid advice to ya little upcoming freshman and any person who is still struggling in high school. So buckle up ya seat belts and put on some shades, cause we’re about to take a LONG ride

I know there are tons of freshman advice videos and posts out here on tumblr dot com, so I’m gonna try and make mine unique

*Note: My HS experience is unique; your may not need any of these tips, so who knows. Also, this post contains profanity. I don’t know if y’all care, it just seems that the studyblr community are all these sweet angels who attend church every Sunday and read the Bible in their spare time.

~=+=~FRESHMAN AND SOPHOMORE YEAR~=+=~

my freshman overview: Look, this year was hardest compared to my sophomore year. One class literally ruined my life, my dudes. {humble brag} Throughout my entire life from PreK to 8th Grade, I had gotten straight A’s on all my report cards. My freshman year, I decided to take AP World History and BOY did it crush me. I made a C in the class first semester and a B in the second semester. Now, it was not the teacher at fault. In fact, I LOVED the teacher. I just was not interested in that class at all and the work matched with me being in Marching Band nearly sent me to my death bed. I’m not trying to scare you, I’m just being 100% legit. This is also a PSA to all freshman offered to take APWH: This is one of the harder AP courses, and I wish one of my teachers had told me this before I decided to take the class (they probably did and I ignored them). This also was my first year in marching band and I’m telling you right now, if you’re wondering whether or not you should do marching band, do it. Even if you just do it for one year, it’s fuckin worth it mate. 

my sophomore overview: This year was SIGNIFICANTLY easier. During my freshman year, the way the schedule was set up was an A/B schedule; your schedule would alternate. On A days, you’d have these 4 classes and on B day, another 4. My sophomore year, they changed that and it was a bit easier for me. Not that I didn’t like the A/B schedule (I loved it), it was just a lot easier to manage classes. I only had one AP class this year, because I couldn’t take AP Lang because of schedule conflicts. ANTYWAYS, AP Gov is one of the easiest classes I took. My teacher was extremely chill and put a curve on every test and quiz, so that’s mainly why I didn’t fail. Marching band was much easier to handle since I already had experience. This was also the year I quit TSA (technology student association) and VEX Robotics, due to scheduling conflicts with band. And, to be quite honest, neither of the clubs were fun lmao. Literature class was annoying, because I got stuck in a class that DIDNT WANNA DO ANYTHING. They didn’t wanna read along, read at all, do projects, breathe, etc. (if you need tips on how to handle a trash class, just ask and I might make a post on that lol). Chemistry was purgatory, not hell, just purgatory. It was hard but not too hard that I didn’t pass. Math has never been hard for me so nothing really changed with that class. This year I brought back my streak of All A’s, so this school year was the best of the two in my eyes.

~=+=~The TIPS~=+=~

1. Normally, freshman don’t take AP classes, but if you are, be prepared. Depending on the class subject, you’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than just read the chapters once and do one page of notes. Try to always be ahead of the class and start some sort of study group. 

2. You’re best friend does not need to be your project partner all of the time. Seriously. If you have friends like mine, you will sit on your phone looking at memes on twitter for a long ass time before you ever start your project. Try doing a solo project every once in a while.

3. Don’t randomly join clubs. I was offered to join BETA Club and I didn’t wanna do it, so I didn’t. Don’t do clubs cause it looks nice cause 90% of the time, that one club won’t affect anything.

4. Save money. If you’re in marching band, dear god, save your money. School might as well be charging you to breathe. Everything cost SO MUCH MONEY. If you need to, set up a secret money jar so your parents don’t hijack your money.

5. Make new friends. Unlike most people apparently, I didn’t lose any friends. I do talk to certain people less because of class schedules, but we’re still friends. There is a small ass chance you’re gonna get caught in a class full of upperclassmen and no friends, and I had that situation. It’s not fun. Eventually, you’ll make a friend in that class, so don’t panic. But, anyways, new school, why not make new friends?

6. Don’t? Switch? Lunch? Tables? Okay, I don’t mean that someone’s gonna like sucker punch you out of your seat like in the movies. I mean like if we’re 5 months into the school year, don’t just randomly change your table, because …just don’t do it.

7. Don’t be that person who purposely gets on the teacher’s nerves to make class harder.

8. If you hate one of your teachers, suck it up buttercup. You have a choice of passing or failing, don’t let a teacher ruin an A in class for you.

9. Try and be on the other side of drama. It’s much more fun to watch drama go down, that to actually be involved in it.

10. Be early (if you can). I ride the bus, so I have no choice. But, there is legit no reasons for you to be walking into the class 10 minutes late, because you thought you could sleep an extra 5 mins.

11. I know your literature class is getting boring. This is probably your 7th consecutive year of learning the difference between a simile and a metaphor. I don’t know why they continue to reteach that stuff, but they do. All I can say is utilize what their teaching in some way, so that you don’t feel like the class is completely useless.

12. We all have that one class that you just do nothing in. Take advantage of that and get work done. I don’t have a “study hall” class so, any time you have to do work, use it.

13. Go to at least some of the school events. You can get relatively free food. 

14. Look, I could not care less if you skip school. But, don’t do it often and if you can, don’t do it ever. 

15. If you’re gonna eat in class, don’t eat something obvious like Lays Chips or a whole orange

16. Make friends with your teacher. Don’t be like creepy, but like, don’t have a bad relationship with your teacher.

17. Sophomore year, start thinking about college. You may think it’s too early, but it’s not. At least have an idea of what you want to major in.

18. If you can, get your permit as soon as you turn 15. Please don’t be like me. I still cannot drive and getting from Point A to Point B is harder than the VESPR Theory.

19. Disrespectful classmates are just an opportunity for you to get special privileges in class. If you’re class is disruptive and you’re just a sweet little angel, the teacher will most likely be more lenient with you. My teacher literally gave me a 100 on a project I turned in a day late (supposed to be 5 points off) because literally me and this other girl were the only ones who turned the project in.

20. Do your homework the day you get it. I don’t give a damn if it’s due in two days or two months, do it right then and right there.

21. In your language class, please try. Nobody likes the kid who doesn’t participate. If the teacher asks,  ¿Como estas?, you better fuckin say ¿Bien, y tu? back.

22. If you’re in a situation like mine, you’re gonna have a class you didn’t sign up for, yet somehow you got it. Just deal with it. If you can’t change your schedule, that’s all you can do. Just do the assignments and hope you pass.

23. Okay, most schools don’t have a “popular” group. But all schools definitely have the Prep group. You know, those kids. If you’re not one of them, just ignore them. If you are one of them, stop being so goddang stuck up and realise that you have an annoying voice. If you are not sure if you are a prep, you most likely are not.

24. My school doesn’t use lockers purely based on the fact that it would take too long for kids to get to them and back to class since my school is so big. So, if you also do not have lockers, make sure your bookbag can handle one full school year. I cannot stress this enough. You don’t wanna walk around school with a 15lb bookbag and only one functional strap.

25. Eat the school food. It’s honestly not as bad as the internet makes it. Like…eat ya pizza and enjoy it.

26. If your single and you want a relationship, please do not get a crush on random people like me. Someone would let me borrow a pencil and I would fantasize about a wedding for the next 2 days. I know it’s hard being lonely, but being in a relationship won’t get you a college scholarship.

27. Don’t drink a lot during school. There’s gonna be a teacher with a restriction on the bathroom because for some reason, they think bladders have a specific schedule to follow.

28. Don’t be that freshman that dates every senior in sight. If you have a relationship with a senior and it lasts, great. I’ve seen it happen, but 90% of the time it does not. 

29. Likewise, if you have a friend that’s running you up the wall with their problems, specifically relationship problems. Find a way to distance yourself from them, or even better, get them help from someone else.

30. If you have Type 4 hair (or type 3, it depends), you gotta do your hair at least 3 days in advance, especially if your hair is short. I don’t know a single person with kinky hair who can wake up and just simply throw their hair up.

31. Look, man. Just look here. Look at me in my eyes and listen. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF YOU ARE GONNA HAVE SEX USE A CONDOM! USE A CONDOM OR DONT HAVE SEX AT ALL. I’m not speaking from personal experience, but I many of girls have gotten pregnant at my school

32. If you’re gonna do drugs, don’t. Don’t be stupid. Especially if you’re in a school club or sport. You are subject to random drug tests at all times. 

33. Try not to let people affect the way you dress. Wear what you want.

34. Something about you is gonna change. Your personality, your look, your aesthetic. Whatever changes, don’t be stuck up. Nobody likes stuck up people; not even stuck up people like stuck up people.

35. You know those posts that are like “Grades don’t determine intelligence?” Yeah, well they don’t determine your intelligence, but they can determine where you get into college (if you wanna go) and how you’re seen and perceived by teachers. At least, try to pass.

36. If you can, take the ACT or SAT or whatever standardized test you have for your schools. I had an opportunity to take the SAT in 4th, 7th, and 8th grade for $35…and I didn’t take it once. I heavily regret it. Mainly I didn’t take it, because, at the time, it was hard for my mother to pay for it when we had much bigger problems, but like, if you have the opportunity and the funds to take those tests, take them.

37. Don’t rely on quality points. In my school (they’ve gotten rid of this now though), if you’re in an AP class you got 10 extra points and if you were in an Honors/PreAP class, you got 5 points. Colleges look at your grades without the points. The only purpose for these quality points is so that kids in CP classes don’t get valedictorian or some shit idk

38. If you’re in America, you’re gonna have somebody walking around school in a Trump shirt. By all means, beat their ass, but know the consequences. Also, if you’re gonna talk about politics with somebody, please know at least the bare minimum. At least know what the Hillary email scandal is before you try and defend her. Same goes for my friends across the pond. You see someone supporting Theresa May, beat their ass, know the consequences, and learn politics.

39. Actually? Check? Your? Grades? I know so many people who just don’t know what they’re grades are. Know you’re grades so you always know where you stand.

40. I wanna say class rank does not matter, but if you’re anything like me, you’re gonna obsess over it for a while. I know you wanna be in the Top 5, but if you’re no where near it, you’re gonna have to work EXTREMELY HARDER THAN NORMAL. Try not to make a huge deal out of it, unless you’re aiming for Valedictorian.

41. Moisturize ya self. Don’t nobody like ashy knees and elbows. Invest in some lotion.

42. Listen. We all hate dress code. But just follow it. You can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the weekend to wear your spaghetti strap shirt and ripped jeans. And if you wear leggings and you have a wide hip and butt area, you are definitely going to be called out. If you’re not sure if you’re breaking dress code with what your wearing, bring an extra shirt and jeans just in case.

43. Go the fuck to sleep. Don’t be up at ass o’clock in the morning doing who-knows-what on the internet. I know from experience. You may think you can survive 8 hours of school with 2 hours of sleep, but as the day goes on, you’re not gonna want do anything at all, but sleep. But hey, if 2 hours of sleep works for, go ahead. It’s not healthy but I can’t regulate your life.

44. If you walk in the wrong class, everyone will forget about it after the a good 2 days. Literally nobody cared that much. Just walk out and forget about it.

45. If you have a phone, get your friends numbers/contacts/emails. You’re gonna need them for homework sooner or later.

46. To all those uber religious people out there, drop the clean act. If you hear somebody say “fuck”, get over it. I don’t know how else to say it. Teachers cannot stop somebody from cursing completely. People are gonna have sex, people are gonna cuss, people are gonna be inappropriate, and all you can do is focus on yourself.

47. Wear deodorant. You will be surprised at the amount of people who don’t. 

48. Studyblr is fun. Studyblr is nice. That being said, studyblr is not the end of the world. If you don’t have a bullet journal, just use the calendar in your phone or have an online bujo. Don’t let studyblr take up 90% of your study time, because scrolling through the studyblr tag is not studying.

49. Don’t be that kid that walks around with fucking surround sound speakers on their back. Wtf, like invest in some headphones my guy.

50. Never buy a 1 inch binder. Always 2 inch and above, unless you know for sure you only need a 1 inch.

51. You are gonna have a set of people you absolutely hate that for some reason, you cannot get away from them. The best you can do is ignore them.

52. If you’re required to take a Fitness class and you are a festively plump child or an unhealthy/unfit person such as myself, you are going to be embarrassed at some point. Look. I cannot give you advice that’s gonna raise your self-esteem, but I can tell you that if you don’t pay attention to anyone else, it’s much easier to get through that class. The fitness gram pacer test doesn’t last forever. Likewise, don’t treat fitness class like the fucking Olympics. The coach asked for 10 pushups not 100.

53. Extra Credit is your friend. Even if you have a 100 in a class, extra credit doesn’t hurt.

54. Do not walk slow in the hallway, please. I like getting to class on time. If you plan on having a conversation in the hallway, only do it if you walk and talk at a reasonable speed.

55. If you ride the bus, get up at least 45 minutes before the bus gets there. I don’t have a big morning routine, so half of the time in the morning, I just scroll through twitter. Wake up early enough to get everything done.

56. C’s get degrees, my friend, but C’s don’t get scholarships.

57. If you wear AXE Body Spray or any perfume/cologne, I want you to know that your smell occupies the entirety of the hallway you’re on. Please, use only a small amount of fragrance, because not only do they most likely stink, some kids have asthma and some kids are allergic to fragrances. Just refrain from wearing strange smelling spays.

58. If you’re a theatre kid or sport kid, don’t be completely set on becoming a professional singer/actor/athlete. Have a Plan B. The last thing counselors wanna hear when they ask you what you want to be when you grow up, is a NBA Player.

59. To all my shy people out there, that speech you have to give doesn’t last forever. In fact, it may only last 3 minutes. In my literature class, we were required to recite lines from Romeo and Juliet, for some odd reason, and I made such a big deal out of something that barely affected my grades.

60. For this last and FINAL tip of this post, don’t give up. I didn’t wanna be generic, but here the fuck! I! am!!! When I took AP World History, part of the reason I ‘failed’ was because I just stopped trying. I would make low C’s on the test and just think, “Well I didn’t pass, might as well just give up.” Well, no shit you didn’t read the chapter. If you’re trying all you’ve got and you’re just not making it, talk to the teacher. That’s one thing I regret from my freshman year. I just gave up. I didn’t try and get help because I felt that getting help meant that I was stupid. It doesn’t. It just means you’re smarter for trying to get a good grade.

WELL THAT’S ALL FOLKS! Sorry if my cursing doesn’t fit your aesthetic, too bad. I can probably think of 40 more tips to make this 100, but I didn’t want this post to be extremely long (lol good job on that). Anyways, if you ever want any help, feel free to message me, but I’m not that good at text conversations or conversations in general so I’m your last resort.

TO THE UPCOMING FRESHMAN: Have a great first year of high school! You’re about to enter a new life where the teachers are more serious and, yes, coloring still somehow counts as a grade.

TO THE UPCOMING SOPHOMORES: I know. You’ve only been here one year and your tired. Have hope. You’re one year closer to that diploma.

#1 Auston Matthews [Part 3]

Can you make a part 3 of the first Auston matthews imagine?

yes part 3 for the auston one!!

tbh i got tired of decimals

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

will be TWO more parts and then i swear im done. 

look how cuddly he looks

Warnings: language??

Song suggestion of the day: monsoon by hippo campus

Originally posted by werenskiz

To be honest, this was not how you’d expected your week to go. You were currently seated in the back of the car with your furious best friend in the drivers seat, too angry to even speak. It’d been about three weeks since the kiss that you and Auston had shared and to be honest, neither you, nor Auston, had done much about the whatever-it-was between you, since then. At least now you had an idea why.

The day had started fine with you, Mitch and Auston sat in Mitch’s living room with Marns flicking aimlessly through the TV as he waited for his girlfriend to finish getting ready. Auston was nudging your foot slightly with his from his spot on the other couch, smirking slightly as he watched the screen and you attempted to ignore him.

“Stop!” you whined with a laugh as Mitch finally switched off the TV. Auston only grinned wider and Mitch huffed, narrowing his eyes at the two of you and stalking off into the kitchen. Mitch knew that you and Auston were now a…whatever-you-were, but his suspicious looks were beginning to creep you out.

“Matts, can you give me a hand with this?” Mitch called from the kitchen as Steph finally walked into the living room, tying her long blonde hair up as she plonked down into Auston’s recently vacated seat.

“What?” Steph questioned, picking up on your continual stare.

You shrugged, dropping your gaze. “Mitch is acting weird. He literally just asked Auston to help him.”

Mitch had made a point of doing everything for himself after his concerns of being ‘too small for the NHL’. He’d also become sort of diet obsessed for a bit, but you didn’t dwell on that.

“He probably wants bro-time.” Steph shrugged, scooching down to the other end of the couch, closest to the kitchen to see if she could hear the boys. You scrambled after her, straining slightly to catch Auston’s hushed tone.

“-the fuck do you mean, ‘what are my intentions with her?’ you’re not her dad, marns.” 

“Well you’re acting like it never happened. What the hell am I supposed to think?!” Mitch retorted in a whisper. “She’s as good as family. Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to set us up? The fuck, marns?!”

“Well I’m sorry if I actually believed for a moment that you could be a good person!”

“you’re saying I’m a bad person because I don’t have a girlfriend?”

There was a beat before Mitch spoke again, his voice dangerously quiet. “She’s like a sister to me, Matts. She’s your friend too. I don’t care if you don’t want a girlfriend. Hell, I don’t care if you want to keep wheeling ten different girls but at least have the decency to-”

You’d stopped listening after that. Steph was staring at you wide eyed and pitiful. Okay, you’d known auston had a reputation but the way he’d kissed you that night… You shook your head, god you were so stupid.

The car ride to the game was uncomfortably tense. You hadn’t realised that Auston’s hand had been resting on your knee for a majority of the trip till he removed it and shuffled away from you slightly. Steph was glancing pointedly at Mitch every so often and the boys weren’t speaking to each other.


The game was almost as painful as the car trip back home. The leafs had lost. Embarrassingly. You and Steph had waited by the locker rooms only to bear witness to Auston’s spontaneous make-put session with some girl you didn’t recognise, and Mitch’s subsequent spontaneous combustion. Needless to say you, mitch and steph drove home without auston. Mitch was angrier at himself than anything else, ranting until he ran out of words and just sat there glaring at the road.

You and steph thought it best to just stay quiet until you got back to Mitch’s place, where mitch sulked for another hour before steph finally got fed up.

“If anyone should be angry it’s Y/N” steph interjected. “and you don’t see her throwing a fit.”

Mitch ignored her statement and glanced at you before turning his attention back to his girlfriend. “Do you know how cute they would have been if he would just admit he’s afraid of commitment and stop being a tool?!”

“Mitch,” you tried quietly. “Calm down. I’m fine. He’s made his choice. We’re all adults now.”

Still unsatisfied, Mitch resigned to grumbling under his breath every now and again but otherwise said no more on the subject.

“Let’s watch a movie or something.” Steph suggested. “Just like old times.”

You smiled, grateful for the distraction and mitch nodded reluctantly. “Fine.”

Truthfully, you really just wanted to curl up and cry yourself to sleep but you knew if you cried in front of either of your friends they would straight up kill Auston. Despite how hurt you were over this whole thing, that was the last thing you wanted. Hopefully, mitch would gt over this soon and stop tearing a rift in the team, because the friction between him and auston was really doing them no favours. But fuck, did it hurt.

A new start, part 7

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2288

Warning: Fluff and mentions of sex

Part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4  part 5  part 6

The following two weeks flew by.  With the last of the scenes completed and retakes done for a few of the scenes, it surprised you when the director called, “It’s a wrap.”  Everyone clapped and cheered, hugging everyone on set.  During the four months of filming, it had become a close-knit group and you were going to miss them all.  Tomorrow night would be wrap party that you were looking forward to attending.  It gave everyone a chance to say goodbye before they were off to another project.

To be honest that was not the only reason why the time had flown, it was also because of Chris. When you were not working you were spending time together.  Every other night you switch between houses to have dinner or watch TV.  However, you had not slept together yet.  That thought, while you certainly wanted to, scared the crap out of you.  Not that Chris would ever push when you were not ready.  He was not joking when he said he wanted to take things slow with you. Yes, there had been more kissing, which the both of you enjoyed, a lot.  But nothing further than that.  It was nice to not have the pressure of it looming over your head.  You knew that, unlike other relationships in the past, he was not going to leave if you did not have sex with him right away.  

It was hard to keep your relationship quiet on set, as everyone with eyes could see the attraction. Now that you were together all the time, everyone knew.  It did not bother you in the least.  You were happy and you did not care if the world knew.  The only thing that ate at your gut was when the press would get wind of it and would most likely haunt you both all the time.  It made things difficult in the past and you did not want anything happening to what you had now.  Of course, when you mentioned it to Chris he smiled and told you not to worry about it.  Things would work out and don’t let those things get to you.  Even after a short time together, he knew how to calm you.

One thing though you had not done in the couple weeks together was tell your family about Chris. While they knew of the man that had you distracted at your last visit you had not elaborated any further with them. You knew Chris had told his mother. He told her everything about you and she was so excited to meet you sometime.  Not that you had made plans for that yet.  Both of you were scared the other would think it was too soon. So the two of you were cuddled up on your couch watching a movie at the end of your long final day of the project. Your phone started to ring with a FaceTime call coming in.  When you fished it out of your pocket, you saw it was from your mom.  You were not really in the mood to talk to her at the moment.  As you tried to refuse the call you accidentally hit the accept button.

“Oh shit…”  Chris laughed as your mom’s face popped up.

“[Y/F/N]  [Y/M/N], what have I said about using that language? And who is laughing in the background?” He laughed harder trying to cover his mouth.

“Oh she pulled out the middle name.  You are in trouble.”  You smacked his shoulder as you looked at your mom through the phone.

“Hey mama.  I know, I know ladies don’t use language like that. But I am an adult.”  She rolled her eyes at you.

“Well you know I don’t wanna hear that kinda talk.  Now who is that boy with you?  I can hear him.  It is that one that you were texting when you were home?  Is he good looking?”  Your cheeks flamed red as you covered your face with your free hand.

“Mom, he can hear you, you know.”  Chris was doing everything he could to hold in the hysterical laughter.  He was doing a really shitty job of it.  Your mother beamed.

“Oh you are blushing, [Y/N/N].  That means you like him then.  Good, about time.  He had better be a nice boy.  You don’t need another one of them like that last one.  If he ever showed up again he would be getting the business end of my shotgun.  Never mind your daddy’s.”  

“Oh my God mom could you be any more embarrassing?”  Your mother grinned wider.

“Probably, but I will behave now.  But you do have to tell me who he is.  I like seeing him make you so happy.”  With a sigh, you looked over at Chris and moved your head close to his so he would be in the frame with you.

“Mom this is Chris. Chris this is my mom, Gini.”  He waved and showed that bright beautiful smile of his.  No way would your mom be immune to it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. [Y/L/N].”  

“Call me Gini.  Mrs. [Y/L/N] was my mother-in-law and …”

“Mom…”  Your mom had that smirk on her face.

“And bless her heart wherever she may be.”

“Mom, that is awful.”

“What?  It’s not like I said I hope her hind end is getting toasty down there.”  Chris laughed that goofy laugh of his making you laugh at him.  “You two are the cutest thing.  I bet you will make me beautiful grandbabies, one day.”  You stopped laughing immediately while Chris laughed harder at your reaction.

“Okay mom I will talk to you later.  I will be home at some point… maybe… eventually.”  Your embarrassment had just hit its peak and you were about to break blood vessels in your face with the violent blush you had going on.

“Night baby girl. Behave and you had better bring that boy around soon.  We all need to meet him.”  Disconnecting the phone, you threw it across the room where it landed on the love seat. You buried your face into Chris’s shirt, praying that maybe someday your mom would not try to send you to an early grave with comments like that.

“I think I love your mom already.”

 

The next morning Chris showed up early with breakfast wanting to get in as much time with you before you both went home.  He was going to home to Boston for the next two weeks before he had to go to Ohio for filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier.  However, just before he leaves he will be escorting you to the awards as he promised.  You had a month off before heading to Canada for three months to film a television show.  

As you ate you joked about how your entire family would torture you when you got home, since you were sure you mom had told everyone about Chris.  He thought it was hilarious.  “Oh it can’t be that bad.”

“You ever met a southern family?  Everyone knows now and eventually they are going to demand they meet you.  So expect many threats of violence and guns.”

“Well why don’t I just meet them now and get it out of the way?  That way everyone is happy and I get to spend more time with you.”  You froze mid-chew.  

“You want to come home with me?  Now? What about your family?  I thought you wanted to spend some time with them.”  Listening to yourself, you sounded like you did not want him to come home with you. From the look on his face, he took it the same way.  “I mean yes I want you to come with me.  But I don’t want to mess up your plans, Chris.”  He leaned over to kiss the end of your nose.

“You aren’t messing up any plans.  I was hoping that I get to spend as much time with you as possible.  I go to Tennessee with you and meet your family.  Then maybe you will come to Boston and meet my crazy family.  We could fly from there to L.A. for the awards before I have to head to Ohio.  It’s just a thought though.  If you aren’t comfortable with it, I understand.  I just want more time with you.”  There was no way to keep the excitement from showing on your face as you jumped into his arms.

“Guess you are coming home with me.  I apologize now for what may happen.  But I am so excited!  I can’t wait to show you around.”  Chris laughed burying his face into your neck and just inhaling.  He could not get enough of you and everything about you.  “Oh my God.  That means I am meeting your family soon too.  Wow, I hope they like me.”

“You worry way too much. They are going to love you.  My mom has asked a million times already when she is going to get to meet you.”  Even with the reassurance, there was still a flutter of nerves in your stomach.  Nevertheless, you decided he was right and that you worry too much.  Now you had to finish packing then get ready for the party tonight.

It took you the rest of the morning and early into the afternoon to get everything finished. You left just a few things out for the party tonight and something to change into in the morning when you left for home.  It was decided that Chris would just sleep at your place for the night so you could drop off his rental car in the morning then get on the road.  He had gone back to finish packing as well and make sure everything was clean before he left.  By the time he had returned you were in the shower.  When he heard the shower stop and the door open so he warned you as you walked into the bedroom.  “Just so you don’t want out here naked or anything I’m here.  Unless you want to walk out here naked… I would be totally fine with that.”  You heard him laugh as you grinned.

“Thanks for the warning.” You got ready as quickly as you could. When you were not on set, you tried to keep your beauty routine as simple as possible.  Just enough makeup to accentuate your eyes, which you considered your best feature and to cover up anything that needed covering.  Drying your hair, then brushing it out you left it to its natural style.  Paired all that with a pretty green sundress and flats, you were done.

No one seemed surprised when you walked into together holding hands.  You were greeted warmly with hugs all around.  There were so many people from the crew you were going to miss. The director gave a wonderful speech about how everyone had grown into a family and how proud he was to work with everyone.  Then he talked about the possible release date in eight months and to make sure you were all ready for the press tour.  Just as he finished the speech, he motioned for the music to start, and the live band started to play.  It was a slow romantic song that you had heard many times on the radio.  However, the director did not seem to be finished.

“This filming would not have gone so smoothly if it weren’t for our stars.  [Y/N] and Chris, you two have been some of my favorites to work with. Thank you for making everyone’s lives easier on this shoot.  I hope it has been as amazing for you both.  Show everyone one last time why you were truly made to play Tommy and Connie.” He meant for you to dance first. Chris stood up with his beautiful smile, leading you towards the dance floor.  As you started to move to the music, everyone applauded.  Soon many others followed and so the night went on.  There was laughing and dancing, food and fun.  Even in the flats, by the end of the night, your feet were killing you.  It was almost midnight when you walked into the beach house.  Both you and Chris were exhausted.

“What time did we say we were going to leaving in the morning?”  He asked as he plopped down on the couch.  His head feel back against one of the pillows.  

“Umm early but at this rate I will be happy if we wake up before noon.”   He grabbed your hand as you leaned down to steal a kiss.

“How about we leave when we are ready.  No rushing.”

“That sounds like a good plan to me.”  Kissing him again you moved to pull off your shoes and walk back towards your bedroom.

“You just going to leave me here?”  You could see the pouty lip he was trying to throw in your direction.  

“Yes and I will tell you why.  One, I am completely exhausted.  I need my bed.  Two, you are a big boy, handsome.  You know exactly where the spare room is.  And three, if I come back over there and kiss you again I will end up with no clothes on.  Normally that would not bother me at all.  But right now, I would not want the possibility of falling asleep mid-coitus. So goodnight, baby.  I will see you in the morning.”  As you walked into the bedroom, you blew him a kiss.  He was grinning and blew one back.  Closing the door, you had to take a breath.  A very long breath.  It may not be much longer you could keep from stripping that man down and doing the dirty all night.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

(Part 8 will be on the way soon.)

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Crooked Chapter 1

G-Dragon/Reader

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1     Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7  Chapter 8

When the members of Kwon Ji Young’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Young is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.



Ji young was surrounded by thoughts. The hot water he lay in felt suffocating, along with the noise of his thoughts. Gun shots, screaming, a collision… his head descended below the bath water to escape. His lungs became tight, the voices in his head fading with a ringing in his ears until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer, his head bursting to the surface. The ringing hadn’t just been in his head, it was a presence, his phone lighting up with her name flashing on its screen. Tilting his head back,the cool porcelain searing the back of his neck he stared up at nothing. ‘Just for a little longer,’ he thinks, the ringing finally fading out into a crisp silence, ‘Just a bit longer before it all falls apart.  

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Hello loves, 

after writing four term papers in the last few weeks, this masterpost idea came to my mind. Those are just my personal strategies for what to do if you can’t seem to form any coherent sentences - if any of you want to add something to this, please do! :) 

1. The Blank Page

Nothing is worse than a blank page to start with. Anything you write seems stupid, you delete it, and the blank page is there again.

Fill your paper with formalities. Write your name, your professor’s name, the course’s name, the page number, and the topic. If you already have an outline, write the headings and subheadings and number them, so all you have to do is fill the space in between. Start on the Works Cited list. That way, your word count isn’t zero anymore and the page looks less frightening.

2. The “This Sounds Stupid”

If you’ve spent the last 10 minutes rephrasing the same statement about a thousand times because it just doesn’t seem to sound good, it’s not helping.

Just write it down and italicise/bold/colour/underline it so you know that you need to come back to this during proofreading. In the first writing stage, it’s more important to get the content down that to make the words sound elaborate and nice.

3. The Language Block

Sometimes, I just feel like there cannot possibly be any more English words for me to use. You look at your last full stop and you just don’t know how to even write a sentence anymore, let alone one with good content that fits your argumentation.

Take a break. Honestly. Give yourself at least two hours to do something different so your brain can reset.

Personal Tip: This is not for everyone, I know, but I found that it really helps. When I get a language block, I switch to writing a creative piece. Fanfics are great for that, but you could also try haikus or a letter to your grandparents. You’ll know exactly what to write, you have a plan of action for the characters or an event you can recount, and the words will come to you. This is why I almost always post a oneshot when I have an essay to write. 

4. The Topic Decision

Don’t know where to start? A good place to go from are presentations you held in class or short essays you already wrote. Maybe you’ve discussed a poem or looked up a definition of something, or you’ve read a study in class. Use Google Scholar or your textbook to find related topics and research problems. Go to the library, find the section on one author or phenomenon, and just flip through a few books. Chances are that you’ll find a topic that interests you - narrow it down until it fits into your word limit, for example by choosing a specific passage to discuss, and you’re good to go and formulate a thesis statement. 

If all fails and you can’t seem to decide on a topic, please go and talk to your teacher or professor in advance. Like, as soon as possible. They’ll be able to give you a few suggestions, maybe even book recommendations or interesting links. It might be a good idea to send them your thesis statement and a tentative outline of your essay before you start writing it to be sure they approve.


I hope this will help some of you! Have a wonderful day :)

Love, Meike x

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Strangers And Descendants

Jungkook x Reader
Supernatural/Fantasy/Mystery/Romance AU
4461K Words

Summary:
Set in the year 2065, after moving to South Korea because of your father’s line of work, you meet Jungkook who claims he is your “guardian” with the rest of BTS. They all work together, using their “gifts” to protect you from an anonymous group called The Organization that are after you for reasons unknown. Trusting the boys will be your only chance of survival. 

Chapter 1: 

Y/N was used to moving around by now from country to country, ever since she was born her father was an influential man who only followed whatever his company ordered him to do. Her mother had to explain things all too often, but this didn’t lessen Y/N’s disinterest in whatever new city or town they moved to, it was all the same to her. Eventually they would move again, and she would have to blend in with a new culture she knew nothing of; it fed her rebellious nature, and much to her father’s disdain, she never tried to follow in his footsteps.

Looking out the window of an expensive black car with windows darkened to conceal her identity, the Korean streets on the outside were left naked to her eyes; Y/N was blank. So many neon signs, Korean writing on every inch of the streets, it dizzied and blinded her. She had learned enough Cantonese, Mandarin and Chinese in her life time, in fact she knew more than eight languages and this would be just another task for her to ease into this culture. Just another one of many.

 

Seoul, South Korea

January 5th, 2065 8:00 P.M.

A TV in the middle of the hotel room was turned on, the volume adjusted to a faint vibration and unrecognizable language from a news anchor on national television. Y/N threw her Korean language book on the bed and looked into the mini-fridge beside it, glancing over at the subtitles forming at the bottom of the screen, suddenly her eyes sprung wide open at what she saw, “…South Korean government welcomed Mr. Y/L/N at Icheon airport with high spirits, we hope he helps restore companies after the economic downfall due to the recent dismantle of secret societies and imprisonment of corrupt stock holders in government—“

Y/N couldn’t finish reading the subtitles before the TV was shut off and instinctively her eyes darted towards the door, where her father stood, wrinkles puckered together in a tightened expression,

“You should get ready for bed; the flight here was long.”

“I slept through most of the flight.” Y/N looked down at her can of soda and realized she hadn’t opened it. To avoid any more awkwardness with her distant father, she popped the aluminum tab and let the drink fizzle.

“Well, then make sure you’re ready early in the morning. Your mother and I already picked a university for you to attend.”

He quietly exited the room, and she simply watched as she took a sip of her soda to wash down the bitter taste he left in her mouth. After all the years of rebellion, Y/N knew there was no way to go against his word when it came to school. He wouldn’t hesitate to throw her out in the streets with nothing more than the clothes on her back, nothing her mother could say changed his views on that. She knew the only way to inherit his fortune would be to finish school, and continue his legacy.

Seoul National University

January 6th, 2065 7:00 A.M.

The inside of the building was warm as soon as Y/N entered from the negative temperatures outside, and nothing scared her or intimidated her at this point. To be 19 years old, Y/N had a strong character that the other students could sense with a single stare. It scared many of them away as she walked alongside her parents, toward the admissions office with a stoic look on her face.

“Mr. Sung, pleased to meet you.” Y/N’s father kindly smiled and gave the president of the school a firm handshake, both hands extended out, and she politely followed suit with a bow.

“You’ll fit right in.” the old man smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling.

The classes on Y/N’s schedule were already advanced, there was no doubt that her father had something to do with it. How nice of him, she thought. But again, there was always something in her psyche that let her excel in whatever she wanted, whether that’d be learning a language or studying people’s gestures and actions, to taking an advance college course in accounting, it was all too easy for her to decipher. A Rubik’s cube was a warm up for a brain like hers. This wasn’t a phenomenon to her, she knew she inherited her father’s intelligence, but it was more of a curse than a blessing.

“You look like you don’t wanna be here.” A young man’s voice interrupted her chain of thoughts, but before she could say something intimidating to make him go away, something inside her wouldn’t let her speak. Seeing her response, the boy brushed his fingers through his dark brown hair and settled down in the seat next to hers. The two were in the far back of the lecture hall, and Y/N figured he usually sits in this row of seats. “I’m Jungkook,” He politely bowed, using formal speech as she had quickly learned from reading her language book.  

“I’m Y/N, but my Korean isn’t the best…” she replied, making Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Ooh,” He made a sound of appreciation for how well she pronounced giving her a thumbs up, “You pronounce very well.” He replied in English.

“You don’t have to talk to me in English, I prefer to speak Korean so I can learn.” Y/N put her hands on the table and played with her thumbs to get over the off-putting sensation in her stomach. Somehow, Jungkook felt more familiar to her than she wanted to admit.

“You pick things up a little too quickly.” His tone became deeper and more of a whisper now that the professor started the lecture, which inadvertently made Y/N blush.

“Is that weird?”

“Not at all. I know that feeling very well.”

Y/N looked up at him in an almost shocked state, this random guy actually tried to talk to her and doesn’t think she’s weird or scary. It was the first time in her life she had a conversation like this with someone, and in the back of her mind she knew there was something more about Jungkook that she could not put her finger on. He knew something about her, there was no other plausible reason for him to treat her this way.

For the first time in her 19 years of life, Y/N was scared, and did not try to start a conversation with Jungkook as the lecture went on. She wanted to focus on whatever the professor was saying, but it’s as if she wasn’t really there, because trying to recall whatever the professor said only gave her a headache.

The class was dismissed, but Y/N was stuck in her chair looking down at her hands hoping Jungkook wouldn’t speak to her again.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re classmates now.” He was a smug guy, Y/N could tell from the way he grabbed his notebook and swung his bag over his shoulder. But was there really a reason to be scared? No, Y/N didn’t want to question her own confidence over something so little as him approaching her first. She slowly smiled at him and gave him a nod.

“Look, once my next class is done I have the rest of the day free. Maybe I can buy you some coffee and show you around?” He faltered halfway through his question, running a little out of breath, which Y/N found cute and mentally face palmed herself for thinking he was scary.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded again, actually trying to take this opportunity to make a friend. After all, her father’s current project seemed pretty big to last a span of years. She might not have to say goodbye to this friend any time soon.

Outside Seoul National University

January 6th, 2065 2:00 P.M.

Y/N’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, and every time she checked it expecting Jungkook’s name to appear on the screen, she would groan when she saw her father’s. On the fourth attempt of him calling her, she swiped the screen and answered,

“Yes?”

“I’m going to ignore that tone of voice just this once. How was your first day? I was worried.” His rough, baritone voice resonated in Y/N’s ear and she sighed by how pathetic he feigned interest.

“I did well. Like I have done all my life.”

“Yes, well, we all know you are stupendously bright but did you make any friends?”

Y/N wasn’t sure if he genuinely wanted her to have friends, or if this was a strategy to gain her trust and continue to shove his own agenda down her throat. For her to be like him. That’s all he ever wanted.

“Yes. I’m actually going to hang out with him right now.”

“Him?”

Just as her father made the question, Y/N’s phone vibrated and this time Jungkook’s name appeared on the screen, “I have to answer a call. I’ll call Mr. Kim when I need a ride back to the hotel. Bye.”

She didn’t leave her father any room to argue, because she immediately swiped right and answered Jungkook with a bright voice as if the last phone call never even happened.

“Hello! Are you done with your class?”

“Ah yes, where are you? I’ll come get you.” On the other end of the line, Jungkook wore a winning smirk. He was opening the door to his car and throwing his bag in the backseat.

“I’m by the front entrance. Just outside.”

“Alright, I’m on my way. Did you eat yet?” He put his seat belt on, switching his phone to speaker and starting the engine.

Y/N could hear it from her end of the line and raised an eyebrow, “No I haven’t. Why? You plan to take me on a date?”

“You said it, not me.” He laughed quietly, she’s cunning, he thought. Didn’t expect to be protecting someone like her.

Restaurant ‘Brew 3.14’

January 6th, 2065 3:00 P.M.

The car ride was uneventful to say the least, there was little contact between the two, mainly because Y/N didn’t expect to be in a stranger’s car on her first day of class in a new university and in a new country. Even Jungkook had to admit that things went faster than he planned, and gave himself a pat on the back for earning her trust so quickly. He knew she was a difficult one to approach, but after a couple of minutes of sitting in the restaurant and watching her fidget nervously in her seat, he saw a cuter side to her. Stop. I can’t get attached. He thought. This was an assignment, he had to protect her, even if she didn’t know the truth yet. He had to make his presence known before they got to her.

“You okay?” Y/N was looking at him with a glass of lemonade in her hand, holding the straw up to her lips.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, just kind of spaced out.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

“I notice you started speaking informally to me.” She replied, amused on the one hand because she knew if he was younger then he was overstepping boundaries, but her smile faded when he spoke again and the words that came out of his mouth made her body temperature drop.

“Don’t worry, I’m two months older than you. In fact, you should use honorifics with me.” He didn’t realize the gravity of what he said in the moment, but after seeing Y/N put her drink down and her face turn paler, he swallowed hard. How was he going to fix that mistake?

“When’s your birthday?”

“2045.” He quickly replied, frantically looking around at the sauces on the table.

“No, Jungkook. Your full birth date.” Y/N’s tone was turning slightly aggressive, she knew there was something going on and now she was set on finding out who he really was. Is he working for one of my father’s enemies? Is he trying to hurt me? She thought.

“Does it matter? I mean you look younger than me, I just guessed—“

“Tell me!” Y/N’s shout definitely drew some attention from the nearby customers sitting at their tables, but it was lunch time rush, and everyone went back to their business immediately. Jungkook looked around wide eyed, sighing and inwardly relieved that it didn’t draw the wrong attention. But once they were out of the public eye, Jungkook grabbed Y/N’s arm with a growl and pulled her close enough to make his whispers audible. She grimaced and hissed at how rough he was grabbing her,

“Will you quit making a scene and understand that you can be in grave danger right now?!”

If they weren’t glaring at each other, Jungkook and Y/N would’ve been self-conscious of how close their faces were to each other in a public setting.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, if you ask me I’d say you’re the shadiest guy here!”

Their spewing was cut short by the waiter delivering the array of side dishes and setting the table for the main course. He was either uninterested, or thought it was just a typical couple argument in the middle of a lunch date, because he bowed and walked off with the same bored expression.

Y/N snapped a crab leg in half and began picking out the meat as she spoke again, playing along with Jungkook’s plead to not draw attention.

“My birthday is September 1st, 2045. Happy?”

“How did you know my birthday was November 1st, 2045?” She asked, looking so composed that Jungkook had to gulp down a shot of soju to understand all that had just happened.

“I can’t tell you anything yet, but you’re in danger. Trust me, I’m not the bad guy here. I’m here to protect you.” He dipped a piece of meat in three different sauces and wrapped it in lettuce, shoving the giant ball of food in his mouth that made Y/N want to wrap her own piece of meat.

“So I have no clue who you are, but you know more about me than myself?” She proceeded to stuff her mouth in the same manner he did, and it made his mouth twitch; even when she was angry and confused, she looked cute to him. But he wasn’t going to give in and smile at a moment like this.

“I know it’s all ridiculous, but the world is changing. There are bad people, with a lot of power, and they want to take over the largest economy in the world. You really think it was a coincidence someone like your father was called to work here?” Jungkook spoke solemnly, and for a second Y/N believed him 100%. But was he really to be trusted? He wasn’t telling her the full details, what if he was hiding behind the good guy mask?

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, all of this information was confusing her. However, one thing was certain: Jungkook still felt familiar to her, and for that reason she had to give him the benefit of the doubt. There had to be some truth to all that he said, and him knowing so much about her made the hairs in the back of her neck stand.

January 6th, 2065 5:30 P.M.

The two agreed on paying the bill and talking somewhere more private. Y/N still had a lot of questions, and whether Jungkook wanted to tell her or not, she was going to get them out of him by any means.

“Thank you for the food.” She broke the silence, the two sat in his car parked in an isolated alleyway. She watched the crowds of people walk in the busy main street, all of them blissfully unaware of the problems the government was facing, and the thought made her shiver. Just how long has she been in danger?

“Here.” Jungkook held his leather jacket out for her, and hesitantly she draped it over herself.

“Thank you…you’re protecting me, right?” Y/N asked, looking up at him, unable to read his expression. He wasn’t this way when they met, he was easy for her to understand, maybe not his motives, but she got a sense of his personality. If that was even his real personality and not some façade.

“Yes. I was assigned to watch over you as you turn 20 this year and your power is fully awakened.”

“My…power?” Y/N’s whole life surrounded around facts, numbers, statistics, she was one of the biggest skeptics out there for the paranormal or supernatural, if that was what Jungkook was insinuating.

“I can’t disclose more than I already have. It can alter the future drastically.” He pursed his lips and looked out the side of his window, Y/N was smiling to herself, I think I’m talking to a mad man.

She opened her mouth to tell him that this was all mistake and maybe he should seek some professional help, but her eyebrows came together when she saw him turn the engine on with urgency.

“What’s going on?”

“Put on your seatbelt!” He yelled, and hit the gas, backing up the car with as much force as possible. Y/N felt the air getting knocked out of her lungs, and she squeezed the handle above her head until her knuckles turned white. There was no time for her to react or even scream, just when she thought she had seen it all, she looked at the rearview mirror and grasped the fact that Jungkook was running over a group of men.

“What the fuck?! Jungkook you killed them!”

“No, not really,” he countered with a grunt, expertly gear shifting the car and drifting out of the alley without scratching the car and leaving the men he ran over in the dust.

Y/N looked back and forth between Jungkook and the alley they just drove out of, flattening a group of men in the progress, and she felt her heart beating so fast it would leap up and out of her throat.

“What were you thinking?! You just ran over those guys! You really are crazy!”

“Y/N…” a bead of sweat dripped down the side of Jungkook’s forehead, but he seemed composed, it’s as if this wasn’t the first time he ran over someone. Which only made her panic more.

“No! Stop the car! I want to get out!”

“Y/N—“ She could sense the little bit of patience left in him fade by how his brow twitched, but she wasn’t going to get herself killed tonight,

“Jungkook stop the—“

“Shut up, will you?!” He screamed at her so loud that the vein in his neck protruded, only taking his eyes off the road for a second to silence her. She was scared, he could see it and feel the fear radiating off her body. He didn’t want to treat her so harshly, his job was to keep her safe, but he needed to calm down. The guys back in that alleyway were definitely from the organization. He could tell just by seeing their suits from a mile away. Jungkook had to think fast, or he would fail Y/N and the rest of the gang. Her life was their only hope.

A couple of minutes went by and Y/N’s shaky voice made Jungkook jump in his seat, “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to a place where they can’t find you. And…I’m sorry I yelled at you that way just now, I’m just as nervous as you are. Just know I didn’t kill those guys. It takes a lot more than a car to kill them.”

Y/N stared in disbelief, just what did she get herself into? Was Jungkook even a sane person? He wasn’t going to stop the car any time soon, so when they get to their destination, she was set on making a run for it.

“Don’t even think about running away. Those guys we ran over are everywhere in the city looking for you. And they’re not as nice as me.” Jungkook was still looking ahead at the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gearshift. Y/N could only stare at him with a wide-eyed, horrified look. Not only did he know everything about her, but he could read her thoughts. Great, just wonderful. She thought, Hey Jungkook, if you can hear me, you ruined my life.

He sighed, slowing down the car to stop at a red light for the first time in what felt like half an hour, and looked at her. “You’re not making my life any easier, either.”

Park Hyatt Hotel, Seoul

January 6TH, 2065 10:00 P.M.

Mr. Y/L/N looked out the windows of his luxurious hotel room, holding a glass of whiskey with his ring covered fingers. He grimaced, the folds above his eyes from obvious aging wrinkled to the max. He was a sad sight to his wife, someone he never regarded his equal and only married out of duty to continue his gifted lifeline. He smirked.

“You think they’re already looking for her?”

“You’re really sick you know that? You’d rather watch her suffer and fight for her life in a country she has never lived in before, for what? A lesson?” His wife sat in her night gown in front of a well-lit vanity. No amount of luxury could hide the suffering in her appearance.

“It’s normal, filthy humans like you, my dear, who don’t know anything about us wouldn’t understand. We are a race separate from the rest. We have abilities that put us even above you on the food chain.” He took a long sip of whiskey as he walked towards her calmly, putting the empty glass down on the vanity next to her. Her fear was something that he relished, “You know how my powers were awakened? Through the abuse I was put on by ordinary men like yourself.  I was sold into slavery as a child, trafficked from country to country, but then one day…I just opened my eyes. On the eve of my 20th birthday, I felt my body surge with power, and ever since, those who thought they could own and have their way with me were dead. It was like stepping on bugs, I tell ya. And Y/N? She’s well on her way to finding her true power very soon. All she needs is a little push.”  

Unknown

January 6th, 2065 10:00 P.M.

“Show me your hands.” Jungkook had taken off the sweat covered pullover he had on during the car ride and only wore a white t-shirt, showing off the veins that snaked up his arms. Y/N gulped and did as she was told.

She was forced to cooperate with the mind reading kidnapper for now.

“These will keep you from running away,” He said, putting cuffs on her wrists and smirking when he saw her jaw drop.

“Yeah? Well I still have legs!” She retorted, sticking her tongue out mockingly.

“Really? I don’t know about that.” Jungkook turned off the engine, stuffing the car keys in his front pocket and walking out of the car. Y/N was sure that he would leave her here for who knows how long, but even before she thought of an escape plan, she felt a set of firm hands around her waist, pulling her out of the vehicle.

“Let me go!” She kicked and wiggled, making him laugh because it was like catching a big slippery fish, and threw her over his shoulder with ease.

“You can scream and kick all you want! No one will hear you!”

“You know out of all the things you’ve said today, that is probably the creepiest!”

As she was carried off to her doom, Y/N looked around and realized they were in the country side, and Jungkook was carrying her up a hill. She wasn’t strong enough to move her upper body up and look in the direction he was walking, she only prayed that he wasn’t actually a murderer.

“That’s one way of bringing her here safe.” A voice came from ahead. She wiggled around immediately at the sound of it, it was deep, so it was definitely another guy.

“Who-who are you?! Where am I?!”

“Geez, relax. Here,” Jungkook finally put her down and when she turned to look, there was a skinnier guy, sporting a black bomber and skinny jeans. He had black hair, heavy eyelids and pale skin, not as tall as Jungkook which made him less intimidating, but the way he stared at her definitely made up for the lack of height. He had his hands in his pockets, and was oddly so nonchalant, it made her breathing slow down.

“You handcuffed her too?” his face remained the same, no real reaction to the fact that Jungkook had carried Y/N to a farm in the middle of nowhere like a sack of potatoes.

“C’mere.” He took out a pair of keys from his pocket and approached her, and just as he was about to take the handcuffs off, Jungkook stepped in between them.

“Whoa, whoa are you crazy? She’ll run away. We’re keeping the handcuffs.”

“Wha-what?! No, please kind stranger, take them off.” Y/N’s voice was loud again, it echoed in the expanse of the country side and consequently was a call for the rest of the gang to come out.

“I heard a girl’s voice!” One voice shouted from the door of the farm house, this individual was practically a ray of sunshine to Y/N as he ran towards her with a perfectly square smile on his face and a goofy laugh. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you! I’m Taehyung!”

“Hi, I’m Y/N—“

“I know!” He put his hands up in the air, almost cheering for some unknown reason to her, and enveloped her in a hug.

“Okay, come on, break it up. You’re scaring her.” Jungkook interrupted, wedging his arm between her and Taehyung, struggling to push him off.

“Just cause you’re her assigned guardian doesn’t mean you have to keep her all to yourself!” Taehyung complained, and part of that sentence made Y/N put two and two together.

Jungkook was her guardian. She was in danger. But what really drew a blank here, was what kind of power was he talking about earlier in the alley? It was clear that she was in danger, but what more could she possibly offer than a high IQ?

“We know you have questions,” The pale young man from earlier put his hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

“Why don’t we take you inside? It’s cold out here.” Jungkook interjected, grabbing on to her arm protectively, “We’ll all introduce ourselves and tell you everything you need to know.”  

Daegu Survival Guide

So I am updating this post to include many of the new and exciting things in Colorful Daegu. Here we go!

Dear Epiker,

Congratulations you made it through the long process. This is a guide answering many of your questions about getting through your first month. This is real stuff. No fluff. And strictly from my own personal experiences and talking with my friends. 

Gifts for Principal etc.

Guess what!? You don’t have to bring gifts. What I would advise is waiting until your first paycheck and then buying a cake or basket of fruit for the lounge. It surprises them and its equal for everyone to share. Sometimes giving gifts can get complicated. You really won’t know how many co-teachers you will have…I have 6 plus other teachers I really like. So, just wait. Fruit or dessert is always nice. 

ARC- Alien Registration Card

If you’re from the USA, this is like your Social Security card. Keep it with you at all times. Or remember your number. This card allows you to get a cellphone and bank account. It takes between 7-10 business days to receive this card after you register a the immigration office. As soon as you arrive in Daegu, tell your co-teach that you want to head over to immigration. Rememebr to take your passport, contract, and a two photos (passprt sized). Now, I did not need my ARC to get a phone or bank account. I just needed proof that I registered for one. It depends on your co-teacher’s “connections”. When you want to buy train tickets to another city you will need this card. To buy concert tickets you will need this card. THIS CARD IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. 

Cellphone

Korea is the land of Samsung and LG, so you will be just fine. Just get a cellphone in Korea! The Arrival Store is too expensive (you can get most of that stuff here for a lot less). Bringing an unlocked phone may cost you too because you have to break your contract and pay money for that. And you get to pick your phone number!! Yippee!

Bank Account

If you are coming to Daegu, you will more than likely be banking with Daegu Bank. Here are some other banks: Nonghyup, KB, and KEB. All are pretty good, however, I have noticed that Nonghyup people have the VISA logo that we Daegu bank people don’t have. Which sucks, cause as you know can’t order from America or anywhere without the VISA logo.

Hours of operation are M-F 9-4:30. 24 hour ATM service. And make sure you get a check card…not just an ATM card. The gray/silver card is the card you want.

 AGAIN It does not have VISA or MASTERCARD on it…just fyi. You can pay bills at the ATM…choose English option…then transfer…choose the bank you want to transfer to (only Korean banks) put in the account number….then the amount…and confirm. DONE. You can set up money transfers to your home bank. make sure you ask your co-teacher for help with this while at the bank so that you understand fees involved. 

Your Apartment

Your landlord may not speak any English. So make sure your co-teacher gets the following information for you.

-How to turn on the air/heat

-How to use the washer

-How to turn on/off hot water

-Internet cost; if you have WiFi

-How bills should be paid

-When your bills will come

-How to contact the landlord if you need anything.

-Trash! how to get rid of it; where to put it. Trash is very different in Korea. You may need to separate it. Also ask where to buy trash bags and the food can. 

Transportation

I suggest downloading the Daegu Bus App on your smartphone or the Naver Daegu Bus App if your Korean is pretty good. Or just use good old Google Maps…type in destination and you’re set. 

Important: Banwaldong and Jungangro are the main downtown areas. We go clubbing here, meet with friends for dinner, go shopping, take Korean classes at the YMCA here. So much stuff here. You will probably spend 90% of your free time here. 

Subway~Daegu, as of right now, has two rail lines. The red and the green.  A blue is being added. You will need a bus card. There are many oprtion for a bus pass which are pictured below…the Yellow pass is the basic Daegu bus pass. The Toppass can be used anywhere…Seoul, Busan, and Daegu. I have not used it in other provinces yet,

There are machines to load the card in every station. Its the “Add Value Machine” Select English for your fist few times.  Some people use their bank cards as their bus card. You can ask for this at your bank when you sign up for an account…and please please please ask them how to load that card using a ATM. 

Buses~ A bit more complicated but remember RED BUSES ARE RAPIDBUSES (see the pic below)

…they get you to your destination a lot faster. And all of them go downtown. 

HEALTH

We get insurance!! Yay!! Ok so for those going to be living in Daegu, Hyosung Hospital is extremely foreigner friendly. Ms. Gu is awesome and there is no wait because hey we are a small population here. Hyosung is the best place especially for women. 

1. Hyosung Byung-won (효성 병원)  Suseong-gu

Ms. Gu: 053-766-7073

OBGYN: 9:00am-8:00pm / IM: 9:00am-6:00pm / PED: 9:00am-7:00pm

2. Fatima Byung-won (파티마 병원)

053-940-7520

9:00am-4:30pm

3. Keiymyung University Hospital

4. Yeungnam University Hospital

 Dentist: Dr. Kenneth Lee

 Banwaldong Station exit 12, KEB building, 7th floor

  053-256-7353

 Glasses/Contacts- Walk into any glasses store. They are everywhere!!!!! 

Bring medicines that you like from home. You may not find them here. Bring a month’s supply or more for until you can find what you need. There are pharmacies literally everywhere, so you can get basic pharmacy stuff.

Women: If you have certain feminine hygiene products or birth control that you use, bring at least 2-3 months supply to get you through until you find what you need. You will need a prescription from a Korean doctor for these pills if you plan to get them here.

FOOD

Shopping: Homeplus, Emart, Daebec Mart, Costco

Or local mom and pop places that will be around your neighborhood. 

Downtown has food galore!! Just be careful about what you eat. Sometimes things are not labeled so please know what you are allergic to. Every week my friends and I seem to find a new place to eat here are some of our favorites:

Traveler’s Bar & Grill $: All American Burgers, Fish and Chips, Vegetarian options, etc. Trivia Night here is awesome!

Seolbing/Korean Dessert Cafe

Mr. Pig $: All you can eat meat!!! Korean Style do-it-yourself BBQ

Little Italia $: Authentic Italian Food + Really Hot Chef

Tara $$$: Indian style Food

Ashley’s $$: Buffet style

Sharonis Resaturant $$: Buffet, Sushi, Pizza, All you need in the world. 

Pan-Asia $$: Food from all over Asia

I would advise you to pick up the monthly magazine “The Compass” for details about restaurants. It also has maps of downtown which you will need for probably your first eight months here. No, I’m serious.

CHEAP PLACES TO VISIT AND HANG OUT

Dalseong Park

Palgonsan Mountain

Apsan Mountain

Duryu Park

Suseong Lake and Park

Feb. 28 Joongang Memorial Park

Esiapolis


SPEAKING KOREAN

You can find survival Korean everywhere online…USE THEM! Know how to say hello, goodbye, and thank you. If you want to take Korean classes there are too many ways. One way is the YMCA. You can join language exchange groups too, one cf which is CulCom. Very easy to find on Facebook. 

REMEMBER, YOU ARE COMING TO KOREA! THIS IS REAL-LIFE NOT A KDRAMA!  

You will be dealing with people staring and touching you. People saying things that will not fly in the US, UK, South Africa, etc.  Be patient, you will find your footing. 

If there is anything you need to know, just ask. We all started at the same place, so we can all help each other. 

anonymous asked:

deku x kacchan

My friend, you. have stepped into a LANDMINE. This ship to me is nothing but pure angst. My version of their dynamics is basically I want them to suffer, but at least they will suffer together.  

Well, of course there’s fluff here and there. But yeah, mostly angst. Here we go.


The prerequisite of this ship is that Bakugou can pull out that stick in his ass, and genuinely tries to be civil with Midoriya. They start hanging out and realize they actually do click. Bakugou starts calling Midoriya “Izuku” again.

So Bakugou confesses (can you tell I love it when Bakugou falls first) and Midoriya is surprised, a lot. Of course he is opposed to the idea. He really doesn’t see Bakugou that way and he doesn’t think he will change his mind anytime soon. He wants them to stay friends and even though he is frustrated, Bakugou accepts it. He was prepared for a rejection from the start. 

So yeah they continue to be friends. Bakugou tries to reduce his shouting when he converse with Midoriya (his language doesn’t improve). Midoriya still finches when he raises his voice or when he gets too close, though, and Bakugou is aware of that. It gets better with time.

They get partnered quite a lot in trainings, and to the teachers’ surprise they slowly learn how to work together. They still headbutt a lot, though. 

After they graduated they live together, because: 1) With a sidekick’s salary they couldn’t afford to live comfortably alone in central Tokyo. 2) They are not partners, but their offices are located in the same district. 3) Midoriya can’t cook to save his life so his mother doesn’t let him leave the house unless he finds a roommate with decent cooking skills. 

Their apartment is a 2LDK, which consists of 2 bedrooms, a living, dining and kitchen area. It’s usually a mess until the weekend (when they have time to clean). Bakugou cooks and Midoriya helps out with other chores. They eat pretty simple. Bakugou trains Midoriya to eat spicy food by adding flavors into the curry little by little. Kirishima, Kaminari and Iida come over pretty often since they live nearby. 

They don’t date. Their friends often ask them jokingly why don’t they just date each other already if they are both single. Bakugou tells them to shut up, and Midoriya just laughs it off saying they are not like that, even though he questions it himself. For a few months he has started seeing Bakugou differently. They are at the point where they are comfortable being near each other, but lately whenever Bakugou leans in or touches him, he’d feel all hot and bothered. 

Bakugou notices Midoriya acting weird and confronts him. They then proceed to have a yelling contest and finally Midoriya just confesses that he might be falling for Bakugou. They fight for a few more hours because “What do you mean you might be falling for me you rejected me years ago wtf do you want to do now” and “Idek Kacchan you are confusing me and I still think us dating is a bad idea but I can’t stop wanting to kiss you and touch you and just you” until Bakugou decides he should just kiss the fuck out of Midoriya. And he does. And they make out on the couch, dinner forgotten. 

Their friends are happy for them, even though they don’t really understand their dynamics. They keep making excuses to ask them out in hope of catching some gossips, but stop after a while since these two switch between arguing mode and lovey-dovey mode faster than light. It gets annoying.

After the honeymoon phase their relationship starts to go downhill. As they become more and more independent from their respective hero mentors, they gain more fame and recognition from the public. Bakugou and Midoriya’s names start appearing incessantly in the news, and Midoriya even gets ranked in the top 100 heroes. This ticks Bakugou off to no end, but he doesn’t comment on it, and neither does Midoriya. 

Little by little, their achievements build up, and so do their rankings. They are neck to neck with each other most of the time: Bakugou gets more missions done than Midoriya, but the collateral damage he causes each time is usually criticized by the pros, so his reputation keeps rising and dropping. Consequently, every time there is a significant change in the rankings, they keep finding excuses to fight with each other to let out their frustrations. It’s something inevitable for them: as two men, but also as two heroes, there is always an instinctive fight for dominance. Things get so bad their friends want them to break up for good. 

Their conflict reaches its peak when Midoriya and Bakugou’s teams get paired up in a covert mission. Bakugou’s team makes a mistake and as a result, he is trapped within the enemy’s hands (Kacchan the damsel in distress, yay). Midoriya rescues him and finishes their mission with his team, but he also gets hurt in the process. Bakugou gets mad because Midoriya doesn’t think he can handle a mission like this and he is just doing pointless things and getting himself hurt. Midoriya gets mad because Bakugou doesn’t understand that the missions is more important than his pride and he should just accept that sometimes he is wrong. Basically the repeat of what made them so bad with each other when they were young. Yadda yadda, they fight, bring up old conflicts, insult each other, the whole package. Midoriya wants to call it quit: “We will never be able to be civil with each other if we keep fighting over these things” and Bakugou reminds him that he was the one who wants this in the first place. 

A few days later Midoriya moves out to his own apartment, which he could have totally afforded a long time ago. He calls his mother some time after to tell her the news “Love just gets me sidetracked, Mom”.


I’m gonna stop there because it’s getting so long it’s turning into a bad written fanfic and I really don’t have enough willpower to tell their whole life story. But basically I have tons of angsty scenarios for these two. PS they do get back together tho.  

I hope you liked this (even tho it’s probably not what you were waiting for)! Thanks for the ask!

Send me a BNHA ship and I’ll tell you my headcanons!

Teaching in a low-SES Hispanic population:

@mrskreads asks: “I have the opportunity to take a position with a 95% Hispanic population in a low-income area of town. I’m hesitant on taking the position because it’s not something I’m used to. My student teaching is in a nice neighborhood, and all of my observations have been in diverse schools. I was wondering what your feelings have been working at this school, what challenges you face, etc. Thanks so much!" 

I have had numerous people ask me some version of the question above, so I thought I might answer it. Overall, I will always default to "kids are kids”, because entering the classroom with that mindset of “me” and “the other” is going to seriously hinder your ability to connect with your students as well as build any meaningful relationships, which in turn will hurt your instruction. Knowledge and understanding are great, fearfulness or hyper awareness are not. These go in order from most serious to more humorous towards the end. 

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Chapter 15: Mario Kart {Avengers x Fem!Reader}

~Part 1~ The Life of an Avenger

Prompt: Steve and Tony had been fighting non-stop recently over anything and everything for the past week, so (Y/N) decided to put a stop to it in a way any adult would: Mario Kart.

Warnings: cursing


  Steve, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint were all gathered in the lounge, waiting for (Y/N)’s special announcement. Tony and Steve were seated on opposite sides of the room, completely avoiding eye contact, holding conversations with the divided group (Steve, Nat, and Clint- Tony and Bruce).

  “’Sup fuckers! Alright, I’m sick and tired of your shit! And if you don’t know who I’m talking about, you must’ve been dead the last three days, so Tony, Steve,” (Y/N) announced, turning coordinately by name to each, “I’ve found your salvation…,well actually more of everybody else’s salvation from your shit,” then, (Y/N) pulled out the Wii and Mario Kart from behind the TV, “Mario Kart,” (Y/N) stated proudly.

  “(Y/N), where the hell did you get that from?” Tony asked, face in his hands.

  “Nintendo World Store down on Rockefeller. Used your credit card number. Jarvis loves me,” Natasha, Clint, and Bruce just started laughing, (Y/N)’s crazy mind at work again.

  “It’s true, sir. (Y/N) promised this would help calm things down,” Jarvis explained. (Y/N) continued smiling as Tony shot up and was about to argue, but (Y/N) cut him off.

  “You guys need this, honestly…plus I just really wanted to play some damn Mario Kart, so deal with it,” (Y/N) concluded. Steve and Tony were both up out of their seats about to argue.

  “I call Toad,” Natasha started.

  “Yoshi,” (Y/N) called out.

  “Luigi,” Bruce added.

  “Funky Kong,” Clint finished. Tony and Steve looked like deer caught in the headlights.

  “We’ll trade off,” (Y/N) explained, “Two losers switch control, and are out for the rest of the game. This is tournament-style, alright? So, whichever two lose this round, your out. Capeesh?” (Y/N) asked and everyone nodded, “Great. Then, after that round, the remaining four compete. Then, three. Then, the last two for victory. It’s just a game, and it’ll be fun…probably. We’ll see. Okay, so grab your remotes and let’s get ready to rumble!”

  First round, Natasha wiped the floor with everyone (Bruce, (Y/N), Clint, and herself), finishing almost a full minute before anyone on Koopa Cape. So, the battle boiled down to a competition between the other three. Clint was in second place for the first two laps, but on lap three, a blue shell came from nowhere and bombed his ass.

  “(Y/N)!? What the hell!? Thought you were my beer pong partner!”

  “First off, I’m in third behind you…now in second,” (Y/N) laughed as she passed him, Clint still smoking in a haze of blue bullshit. “So, I couldn’t have thrown it. Second, there are no sides in Mario Kart, but your motherfucking own!” (Y/N) exclaimed, each word getting louder as she crossed the finish line and began to cheer for herself and taunt Clint. Clint threw his controller down.

  “I got screwed. This game is a rip-off. (Y/N), you got lucky! Not next time, you hear? I’m coming after you!”

  “Get in line, bud. Alright…wait, where’s Bruce?” (Y/N) asked looking around the lounge.

  “Oh, he left a minute ago. Said he had ‘better things to do,’” Steve air-quoted.

  “Bitch baby…” (Y/N) muttered, “Whatever, next!” Steve had already gained access to Bruce’s controller, while Tony had pry the controller out of Clint’s hand, receiving a nasty glare in the process. 

  “Kiss my hot Iron Ass, Clint,” Tony dismissed.

  “In your dreams, Tony,” Clint shot back.

  “Yes, actually, in fact, I had that dream last night. You got down on your hands and knees and prayed to the Nintendo Gods for forgiveness as you kissed my-”

  “Tony, focus!” (Y/N) yelled as she was about to start the game.

  “How can I with that running through my mind?” Tony winked at Clint as Clint mouthed ‘I hate you.’

  Nat taught Steve how to hold the controller and what buttons to press while (Y/N) attempted to show Tony the same things, but he waved her off with a, “If I can control my suits, this should be a piece of cake.” (Y/N) just walked back to her spot with her hands in the air like ‘you’re suicide.’

  Their engines revved. 3, 2, 1, Go! All three were off except…

  “What the hell? Why is there black smoke?! This game is broken! (Y/N) you bought a game that’s broken!” Tony exclaimed, fighting everyone to start over.

  “Fine you big baby! Want me to show you how to actually play?” (Y/N) asked.

  “You better not make me suck, (Y/N). I’m not here for a game. I’m here to win,” Tony stated as Steve rolled his eyes.

  “Shocker. Can’t you just sit and enjoy anything?” Steve commented.

  “I would sit and enjoy watching you listen to ‘Slipknot,’ Mr. Rogers.”

  “What’s ‘Slipknot?’” Steve asked (Y/N).

  “Not for you,” (Y/N) answered. “Now, are we gonna sit around here all day or play some damn Mario Kart?” Nat just picked at her fingernails, not giving the least bit of a damn (’Why are they even bothering? I’m going to win anyway’).

  After a tutorial, everyone revved their engines again at the top of Rainbow Road (Tony asked, personally for “the hardest one, so hit me like Clint did in my sexy dream”). 3, 2, 1, Go!

  Off they went, Natasha in the lead, Steve just behind her (surprisingly), (Y/N) next, and Tony pulling up the rear in absolute annoyance.

  “This would be so much better if they were Iron Man suits and- Mario! Speed the fuck up!” His character spun out after the computer shot him with a red shell, leaving him in 11th place. Clint laughed his ass off on the couch.

  “Clint, I know where you sleep!”

  “Back at you, Big Guy!”

  The race continued, Nat getting hit with a blue shell, shocking the hell out of her.

  “What?!” She screamed, then standing up with the other three. Steve in first, (Y/N) right behind him. 

  “(Y/N)! Get off of my ass!” Steve yelled.

  “Why? It’s a great ass that I’ll…,” (Y/N) then hit him with a green shell, “Do that! Don’t fuck with me, old man!” 

  “What?! You’re going to regret that, (Y/N)!” Steve threatened.

  Natasha got the brunt of the race, however. The game seemed to have decided to take a vengeance on her. Any form of weapon was used on her to leave her in between sixth and last the rest of the race, falling off the track every five seconds. She cursed in every single language she knew. Russian, Latin, Italian, Spanish, everything.

  “черт возьми! This damn shell is-dannazione!”

  Then, there was Tony. The comeback kid. This guy…he just powered right through Rainbow Road just as he finally got the hang of the game, meeting (Y/N) and Steve at the front of the race for a showdown of epic non-importance.

  “Where the hell did you come from?” (Y/N) exclaimed.

  “The laundromat. Had to clean a few things. Lost all my quarters, but I’m back and better than ever.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Steve challenged as he rammed his Luigi into Tony’s Mario with (Y/N)’s Yoshi just in front of them. Nearing the finish line, (Y/N) could feel an end, feel a conclusion to this madness, could feel…’these assholes crashing into me!’

  From both inside and outside the game, Tony and Steve sandwiched (Y/N) in between them, yelling from both sides.

  “I’m winning! No, dammit! Tony!” Steve shouted, leaning against (Y/N) further.

  “Steve get the fuck off- Tony are you kidding me?!” (Y/N) was yelling.

  “I’m in the lead- no! Captain Underpants, move your ass!” Tony screamed.

  3, 2, 1. Finish line…

  Three-way tie. 

  “What?!” All three exclaimed as Natasha and Clint had to lean on each other in order not to fall over from laughing. It was too damn good. Until, the fighting began, only this time, (Y/N) was involved too. Plan backfire.

  It was as if World War III had began. Insults thrown, plenty of curisng, physical shoves, assassin laughter. (Y/N) may have been caught in the middle, but she held her own, freezing Tony’s mouth shut every time he said, “If you two weren’t so much in love…”

  Then, Bruce walked through the lounge, completely casually, as if he didn’t even notice the situation. That sparked Natasha’s attention as she headed into the kitchen behind him.

  “Did you really not notice that the lounge has become a modern-day Roman Colosseum, or..?” Natasha asked, still laughing about Tony’s quip about Steve’s obsession with baking (”It’s not actually baking if it’s on the back of a box, Betty Crocker!”).

  “Oh, were they fighting? Thought (Y/N) adopted some rabid cats,” Bruce stated.

  “Maybe another day,” Natasha laughed, although dead serious. (Y/N) was the kind of person who you walked down the street with, but had to stop every five seconds to pet every single dog in the entire world. No joke.

  Just then, the elevator door dinged. Then, behind that, one door, two doors slammed. Clint walked in.

  “I can’t breath man! I can’t breath! That was better than Vienna! Remember, Nat when that-”

  “Don’t! Don’t say it,”

  “Oh, come on, Nat-”

  “No! You promised.”

  “Fine,” Clint held his hands up in defense, “…the llama spit in her ear!”

  “Clint!” Clint bounced out of the room in a fit of laughter. Bruce just sipped his tea.

  “So, how’d that happen?” Bruce asked with a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

  “It was a stakeout…you know, Clint once gave a guy a lap dance to get information from him,” Natasha stated, getting full revenge on Clint.

  “Wow,” Bruce took another sip of tea. “I really was dragged into a freak show, wasn’t I?” Natasha just slapped his non-tea hand.

  Steve, (Y/N), and Tony didn’t speak to each other for three days. They only glared at each other from across the room, like boxers squaring up in the ring, had they happened to come across one another. Clint thought it was the funniest thing since “21 Jump Street.” Natasha and Bruce were fed up pretty quick however. Natasha even took on an easy mission to Cuba that a second-year SHIELD agent could take on, just to get away from them.

  But, that all changed when (Y/N) received her first mission since New York.

  To Germany. 


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anonymous asked:

Prompt Percy a young greek boy living on an greek island in his mom's hotel while Jason is a Swedish (he looks a lot Swedish to me tbh) boy that came on vocations with his family. Summer flirt please :3

I wanted to make a super cute kid fic out of this, but that would have made it way longer than I can excuse, so have it like this instead :D

(I’m not sure why Swedish, is it the blond/blue eyes thing? I’m pretty sure that’s a stereotype for all of northern Europe, I always get told I look Danish because of the same things :D)


Words: 1.7k Rating: General Audiences, warning for implied homophobia - though it’s nothing major here.


“Hello handsome. What can I get for you?” Percy played up the accent, basically purring into Jason’s ear when he leaned past him to pick up the empty glasses. Despite his tries not to, Jason blushed fiercely red.

“Knock it off Perce.” Jason didn’t have to try for his accent to come out strongly, but he knew Percy thought it to be attractive, so he never even tried hiding it either. He cocked his head to the side, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand but still having to squint to see Percy clearly. There was a bright grin on his face, and his dark hair looked almost blue in the bright sun – Jason had to tear his eyes away again before it got obvious that he was staring.

“You’re grumpy today.” Percy put his tablet down after all, pulling out a chair and letting himself fall with a surprising amount of grace. His knees knocked against Jason’s and he noticed how much darker they were in the summer in contrast to when Jason had been here in February. Jason didn’t answer but vaguely pointed in the direction of the pool, where his mother was smooching her new lover. Percy made a disgusted sound and shuddered, Jason cracked a smile.

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AU where Armin is a somewhat popular Youtube vlogger who talks about embarrassing/hilarious things that happen to him and how he’s always acting like a complete spazz in front of his crush and Eren (his crush, obviously) finds his channel and spends an entire weekend marathoning his videos and develops a crush of his own \o/

Chapters: Part 4, previous Part 1, Part 2 and Part3. Also on AO3

Pairing: Eren/Armin

Rating: PG for now.

A/N: This one took even longer than the other ones and I apologize. Between being busy and having difficulty accessing internet, I’m not that much online. But I’ve used my time off to write angsty EreMin fiction that I will post soon.

For now here comes chapter 4 and I’ll be updating the rest of the chapters very soon. Roughly 2-3 chapters left. Big thanks to Nica for her continual support <3.

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