this is the last one before i go to dinner

4 May 2017 || ig || May Study Challenge

Day 4: May is AP Exam season! What are your tips for studying for tests?

First of all, happy Star Wars day! May the force be with you during your exams (and in general). 

The Day Before

MORNING (8-10AM)

  • wake up, have a nice breakfast (not too much coffee pls)
  • get dressed!
  • tidy up your study space if necessary
  • get out your notes one last time (only the summaries/final notes if you have any of those)

DURING THE DAY

  • go over your notes once or twice again and check if you have everything memorised
  • go over everything you especially struggled with another time
  • stay hydrated
  • eat light and easily digestible things
  • cut out caffeine after 4pm because you need a good night’s sleep!
  • take breaks :)

EVENING

  • personally, i don’t study the night before an exam (after 6pm)
  • take a nice bath or shower
  • if you eat dinner, don’t make it too late or too heavy
  • set your alarm and two backup alarms, and if possible tell someone who will be awake at that time to wake you up if all else fails (or to give you a wake-up call)
  • pack your bag with EVERYTHING you need (including water, keys, paper, pens, ID, calculator, bus pass, tissues, tampons/pads if needed)
  • if you want, set out the clothes you want to wear the next day so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning
  • go to bed before midnight, ideally at a time that allows you 7 to 8 hours of sleep

The Day of the Exam

  • manage your time in a way that allows you to be at the exam location half an hour in advance (earlier buses etc)
  • have breakfast!!! don’t skip breakfast, it gives you the energy your brain needs during the exam. if you feel like you can’t eat anything, try just toast or a granola bar or dry cereal or something like that. tea is good as well.
  • don’t drink more caffeine than you usually would. you’ll probably be nervous as it is and caffeine makes you extra hyped
  • go to the toilet before you leave your house
  • if you feel like you would benefit from it, skim your notes one last time (on the bus maybe or during breakfast)
  • if that would just freak you out, read something else (comics, the newspaper, tumblr, whatever really)
  • get encouragement!! have someone tell you that you’ll do fine or wish you good luck. it’ll make you smile and have a more positive attitude. possible people: best friend, parents, siblings, grandparents, and of course tumblr or other social networks.
  • if other people make you even more nervous because they all seem so much better prepared than you (they probs aren’t though), avoid them. listen to music or read something or avoid the exam room itself as long as possible. focus on yourself if you work better that way.
  • if talking to others calms you down, don’t choose the ones with headphones or books to talk to  because they’re probably the ones who want some peace and quiet
  • do your best! :)
12x15 Coda: Heaven Doesn’t Come With Keys

After meeting with the angels, Cas thinks about his wings.  Dean decides he wants to see.  12x15 coda, destiel, 1.2k

They can all see.

Castiel tucks his tattered wings more closely to his back.  One flutters uneasily as someone brushes by; he hasn’t had so many people close to them in a long time.  He doesn’t miss how Kelvin’s eyes rove over them.  How no one quite looks him in the eyes because they’re more focused on the shredded feathers sticking out every which way.

Later, that’s all he can think about.

Cas lets himself into the bunker, some of the hollow feeling in his chest easing at the glide of the key in the lock.  Heaven doesn’t come with keys.  Doesn’t come with something to confirm that he belongs there.

“You’re home early,” Dean says as he walks into the war room, carrying a stack of books.

When he sets them down on the map table, a small puff of dust rises up.  He glares at them, as if they’ve personally set out to offend him with dirt in his bunker.  Cas swallows the lump in his throat at the word home.  

“I lost Kelly’s trail.”

Dean doesn’t look disappointed. “We’ll find her eventually.” Then, “Want a burger?  I’m about to start dinner.”

Heaven doesn’t have burgers, either.   Cas follows him obediently into the kitchen.  When he begins to roll up his sleeves to help, Dean pushes him gently on to one of the benches at the table.

“You’re quiet,” Dean notes.  He shoots Cas a smirk. “I mean, not your normal sort of quiet.”

Cas looks down at his hands, clasped on top of the table, before he speaks. “I was approached by an angel.  Joshua wants me back in Heaven.”

Dean stops right in the middle of shaping his second patty.  “Joshua.  As in the gardener guy?”

“Yes.”

Haltingly, he begins to shape the patty again, using a little more force than strictly necessary, not quite looking at Cas.  A long few moments go by as he sets the patties down one beside the other.  Then he moves to chop up some onions and tomatoes. (“Sammy always wants something green,” he’d told Cas once.)

“Are you going to? Go back, I mean?”

Dean says it casually, but Cas can tell by the fact that he’s stalled right in the middle of putting the onions on his burger that he’s more affected than he’s letting on.

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The Types as People I know

ISFJ: Sweet up front but man they can be so sensitive holy moly.

INFJ: Super passive about your choices unless they really care about you. Then doggedly soliloquizes whenever they have wisdom you need to hear.

INFP: Super passive aggressive but also super sweet and is like a dog with a bone if they want to figure something out.

ISFP: Smart and sweet and loves to help.

ENFJ: A ray of sunshine with weird hobbies and will randomly tell you her thoughts when she passes in the hallway.

ESFJ: Patriarch of the family, his his stuff together but doesn’t have a lot of substance.

ENFP: Charms everyone - hates everyone. Says yes to everything - wants to say no to everything. Lies a lot, kinda dead inside. Nobody knows it but INTJ.

ESFP: SO FUN OMG LET’S GO I’M IN FOR EVERY PARTY YAY! *Later complains that they’re carsick so they have to sit in the front, or they’re tired so they’re going to leave early, or complains to the waiter about their pasta having gluten like wtf*

ESTJ: “I’m going to have to let you go.”
Person: “What? But I have three kids and my husband doesn’t work-”
ESTJ: “I know Jesse. It pains me to do it but you really need to think about them more when you come in 3 minutes late to work every week. It sets a precedent.”

ENTJ: Plans the entire business trip for 7 coworkers, down to their hotel rooms, who is having dinner with which vendor, what time they should leave their rooms to go to dinner, what type of transportation they should use, how long that transportation should take, etc. Schedules a 1 hour meeting to go over all of it a few days before and quizzes everyone after.

ENTP: *Falls in love* “Oh my god, Jessica’s the one, she’s going to save me from myself wow this is amazing.”
*Two weeks later*
“Yeah I met this girl Emily and she’s soon hot dude and we kissed last night”
Person: “What about Jessica?”
ENTP: “Oh, yeah, we’re still dating. I don’t know dude I’m kinda over her.”

ESTP: *Walks in late, smiles at team* “Hey guys! *sits down like they’re not 40 minutes late* I mean the ease with which they comport themselves holy hell
Also:
Starts first day at new school. Walks up to the lunch table with the coolest looking kids and sits down. “Hey losers. I bet you can’t beat me at xyz”
Also:
LOVES FOOD SOOOOO MUCH

ISTP: Says nothing most of the time. Has crazy hobbies.

INTP: Doesn’t. Stop. Talking. Ok but seriously they’re so smart that it backfires. They talk themselves into these spirally holes and end up in lala land believing things that are completely untrue and knowing they’re right (they’re not)

ISTJ: So much eye rolling. Has no time for INTP’s ramblings and imaginary ideas. Offends INTP EVERY DAY. Loves you really hard but without ever saying it, kinda emotionally stunted

INTJ: Frustrated every time they have to start spending time with someone new because that person will have to spend a lot of time asking “Wait are you serious?” or “What do you mean?” or “Was that sarcastic?” or “Oh sorry did I offend you?” or “OMG why are you being rude?” and INTJ will have to explain that their casual sarcasm needs acclimating and no there’s usually no ill-intent and no they’re not offended and no they don’t mean to be rude omg this is tiring.

I won’t sleep if you won’t sleep

Summary: After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

Notes: I intended this to be a bedsharing fic, but it’s more of sleeping and snuggling fic. Oh, well. (On AO3)


“You all understand the purpose of the spell, and what it entails,” Deaton says, looking around the room. “Right?”

Scott, looking guilty, gives a little nod, and everyone else follows suit. This has to be the strangest intervention Derek has ever been to.

He glances over at Erica, who’s leaning casually in the corner, and then to Isaac, who is crossing his arms nervously. Boyd is staring thoughtfully, Scott is looking sadly at Stiles, and Stiles…

Stiles looks tired.

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The End of Trump

The question is no longer whether there are grounds to impeach Donald Trump. It is when enough Republicans will put their loyalty to America ahead of their loyalty to their party.

Trump’s statements last week about his firing of former FBI director James Comey provide ample evidence that Trump engaged in an obstruction of justice – a major charge in impeachment proceedings brought against Richard M. Nixon and Bill Clinton.

It’s worth recalling that the illegality underlying Nixon’s impeachment was a burglary at the Watergate complex, while the illegality underlying Clinton’s was lying to a grand jury about sex with an intern in the White House.

Trump’s obstruction is potentially far more serious. It involves an investigation about whether Trump or his aides colluded with Russia in rigging a presidential election – the most direct assault on American democracy in history,

Last Thursday, in an interview with NBC News’s Lester Holt about his firing of Comey, Trump said: “I was going to fire regardless of recommendation.” Trump also said that he had pressed Comey during a private dinner to tell him if he was under investigation.

Trump conceded that the ongoing investigation into Russian influence on the 2016 election, which includes a probe into the possibility that Moscow was coordinating with the Trump campaign, was one of the factors Trump considered before firing Comey.

“In fact, when I decided to just do it, I said to myself, I said, ‘You know, this Russia thing with Trump and Russia is a made-up story, it’s an excuse by the Democrats for having lost an election that they should have won,’ ” Trump said.

The law is reasonably clear. If Trump removed Comey to avoid being investigated, that’s an obstruction of justice – an impeachable offense.

On Friday, Trump tweeted that Comey “better hope that there are no ‘tapes’ of our conversations before he starts leaking to the press!”

Here, the law is also clear. Seeking to silence, intimidate or even influence someone who is likely to offer evidence in a congressional or criminal proceeding is also an obstruction of justice – and an impeachable offense.

As a practical matter, though, nothing will happen until a majority of the House decides on bringing a bill of impeachment. Which means, under the present congress, twenty-two Republicans would have to join with House Democrats to put enough pressure on the Speaker of the House to allow such a bill to be considered.

The odds of this occurring in this Congress, under present circumstances, are approximately zero.

So – barring a “smoking gun” that shows Trump’s complicity with Russian operatives in interfering in the 2016 election – Trump’s fate seems to hinge on the midterm elections of 2018.

Those elections are less than eighteen months away. That’s a long time in American politics. Under a Trump presidency, that’s an eternity.

But there’s another possibility.

In my experience, most elected politicians have two goals – to do what they consider to be the right things for the American public, and to be reelected (not necessarily in that order).

If Trump’s poll numbers continue to plummet – particularly among Republicans and Independents – twenty-two House Republicans may well decide their chances for being reelected are better if they abandon him before the 2018 midterms.

Paul Ryan and the House Republican leadership might make a similar calculation, at least enough to put a bill of impeachment on the table.

Most House Republicans prefer Vice President Mike Pence to Donald Trump anyway. As one said to me several months ago, “Pence is a predictable conservative. Trump is an unpredictable egomaniac. Most of us are more comfortable with the former.”

There’s a good chance Trump’s polls will continue to fall. First, he’s shown to be his own worst enemy. Even when things are going reasonably well, he seems bizarrely intent on stirring controversy – and saying or tweeting things that get him into trouble.

There’s also a matter of the economy. The expansion that began in 2009 is getting long in the tooth. If history is any guide, we’re due for a slowdown or recession. And justified or not, presidents get blamed when Americans lose jobs.

Donald Trump doesn’t have the character or the temperament to be president of the United States. But this obvious fact isn’t enough to get him fired.

He’ll be fired when enough Americans decide they can’t abide him anymore.

Then, maybe in an impeachment proceeding, it will come out that Trump did something incredibly stupid – like give a nod of approval to one of his campaign bottom feeders like Roger Stone to tell a Russian operative to go ahead with their plan to interfere in the 2016 election.

The House impeaches. The Senate convicts. That’s the end of Trump. 

IKD Challenge - First Kiss (Supercorp)

She’s going to do it this time, really. She is. This isn’t like the last two times. For one thing, this time Kara excused herself to the restroom right at the end of the meal, found the waiter, and gave him her credit card, so she has officially treated Lena to dinner. (The two times before that, Lena had insisted on taking the check, and Lena is very good at insisting.)

“Kara, did you sneak off and pay?” Lena laughs when the waitress brings the receipt back, and Kara beams, proud of herself. “You know I make your monthly rent every 14 minutes, right?” Lena reminds her, and Kara mock scowls.

“Alright, first of all, that is rude for you to say out loud,” she pronounces, and Lena grins at her unrepentantly. “True, but rude. Secondly - it’s not about the value of the meal, it’s the principle of the thing! I wanted to treat you to something.”

At that, Lena’s smile transforms from a smirk into something warmer and more intense, like the sun, and Kara has to look away and blush, because she wanted to make her point, but she’s afraid she has played her hand a little too early.

She’s going to do it tonight, but she didn’t mean right now.

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Push the button

A/N: My idea for this fic changed a few times because I came up with a series idea….so enjoy the fluff while you can. The relationship between the reader & Jensen has a lot of inspiration from the one I share with my brother-in-law. I basically took something that happened with me & my brother-in-law & adjusted it to fit this story. Enjoy.

Jensen x Sister!Reader

You were scrolling through Facebook while laying on the bed at your brother’s house when JJ came strolling into your room. Looking up from the conversation you were having with your friend on chat you shot JJ a confused look. She looked upset, an emotion you rarely saw on the happy three year old’s face. Placing the laptop on the bed you got up and walked over to her.

“What’s wrong little bird?” You asked her while crouching down to her level.

“Daddy’s leavin’ again tomorrow.” She replied with a pout.

Giving her a sad smile you embraced your niece, “I know,” You told her, “Sucks a lot, doesn’t it?” JJ simply nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Where is your dad anyways?” You questioned her.

“Wif mama, Arrow, and Zeppy.” She responded, letting out a sigh. With JJ’s words you couldn’t help but squeeze her a little tighter. Jensen and Danneel had been worried about JJ feeling left out with the birth of the twins. Their fear had led to them asking you to move in with them. You could help Danneel with the kids, spend time with your family, and it gave you more time to work on the screenplay you had been writing.

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Goodnight

Nessian, 769, Rated K

A/N: Honestly, I just wanted Nesta and Cassian to cuddle. That’s it. That’s all. There’s no plot. So here’s a tiny little dabble of them being awful domestic. 

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Immediately after they’d returned home, Nesta flopped herself face down on their mattress. Cassian smoothly sat cross-legged next to his exhausted mate, slowly pulling pins out of her hair. His work was silent, but her intricate braiding held so many little pieces of metal that he had to break their silence after five minutes.

“Nes, why do you have so many of these in your hair?”

She grumbled something before pulling him down with her, until her head rested against his shoulder. “Sweetheart, you are not going to fall asleep until after your hair is loose. We’ve been through this before. Your head’ll hurt, and your hair will be a mess in the morning. Also, you’re not ruining your dress.”

She sleepily voiced back, “Maybe you should tell your prick of a brother to have less formal dinners.”

“You’ve shown up at those in leggings and oversized sweaters before. There was no reason for the dress.”

She harrumphed at that but still buried her face deeper into Cassian’s chest. “I think that we should be exempt from these frivolous activities when we have to go practically everywhere in one day.”

Cassian couldn’t argue with that. They’d had to check on multiple Illyrian camps, visit the human realm, and reign in the Court of Nightmares before Rhys informed them both that dinner was to start in an hour. Nesta’s outfit was more a consequence of their earlier activities, where she needed to appear a regal member of the Inner Circle, than their dinner.

His fingers found what appeared to be the last pin, so he lifted her off him and rolled over to grab the brush on his night stand left for evenings like this. Carefully, he dragged it through her hair, avoiding any knots that were tight to her head and the pain caused after hair had been held up all day.

“Cass,” she mumbled.

“Yes?”

“Can’t you just give up, and we can fall asleep?”

 “You will be so much angrier in the morning if we don’t.”

They sat there in silence, Nesta’s face now stuffed in a pillow, Cassian sat up. He gently pulled the brush through her hair, and he could feel through the bond that Nesta was very close to falling asleep.

“Don’t give up on me yet, sweetheart,” he whispered.

A snore met his request, and Cassian relented in trying to keep her awake. Instead, once her hair was completely brushed through, his fingers began to unzip the back of her dress. He slid the straps down her arms, then the rest of her dress off her body, to hang it in the closet. As Cassian strode back to the bed, he noticed that her lingerie’s underwire cut into her skin and unclasped it. He shed his own leathers, leaving his boxers, before grabbing an old shirt out of the dresser.

He softly poked Nesta. “Nes, wake up.”

She grumbled and rolled over, raising her arms straight up from her body, knowing that Cassian was going remove her bra and replace it with his own shirt. Together, they silently pulled it on her, something that they’d seemed to have too coordinated for it to be just a coincidence. In fact, every time Rhys sent them out to travel to more than one place in a day, Nesta practically fell over at the front door. She more or less enjoyed assisting in Night Court affairs, especially if she was to bitch someone out, but it wrung her out by days end.

He stumbled to the bathroom, splashed his own face with water, and wetted a towel. When he returned, Nesta still lay on her back with her face to the side, and her breathing had returned to an even measure. Cassian cursed himself for not being quicker. As stealthily as possible, he slid next to her and rubbed the towel across her eyes. Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist.

He breathed a sigh, “Your makeup.”

Her hand loosened and let him continue his ministrations. His mate rarely wore that much anyway, so it didn’t take long before he set the towel down next to the hairbrush. He settled onto his back, slipped a wing under Nesta, and pulled her into him so her head rested on his chest and his wing wrapped around her body.

“Goodnight Sweetheart,” Cassian quietly cooed as he kissed the top of her head.

“Goonigh Cssssin,” she mumbled back into his chest.

As Nesta began snoring, Cassian learned he too was exhausted he slipped under only moments later.

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Kara sighed as she looked out across the cafe she was currently seated at.  Of course she hadn’t expected Lena to up and cancelled her meetings for the day, but she also hadn’t banked on the boredom that came with being alone in a foreign country.  She could take some photos for James, she could finish her coffee (which was spectacular)… She could update her instagram, and brag to Alex and Maggie that she was sipping coffee in a Roman piazza.  

She glanced down at the text that had arrived from Lena, and frowned.  “Really?”

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Take the Lead

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


You stared at each other for an eternity, you on the bed and Harry standing a million miles away. Somehow you ended up toe-to-toe with him, Harry towering over you. And your hands rested on his chest, while his slowly fell to rest on your bum. No words were exchanged, only the fire between your eyes.

You could feel him pulling you nearer, and you weren’t imagining the way he lowered his head to meet your gaze. But when you made the move to press your lips to his, lifting up on your tiptoes to close the minimal distance, he stiffened. The kiss hardly lasted a second before he pulled away, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as he stepped out of your hold.

“Should go,” he mumbled, looking around for his boots.

“Did I–?” You felt self-conscious, uncomfortable even. Just moments ago you thought he was going to fuck you into next year, but now he wouldn’t even let you kiss him?

“Isn’t Tommy on his way over?” Harry yanked one boot on after the other before snatching his keys and phone off your dresser, shoving them in his pockets.

“He and Michael are taking me for dinner…” Your voice was quiet. Harry was acting strange, his haste to leave almost hurtful. “Why don’t you join us? Said summat about gettin’ a curry, and I know how you love a curry, Haz.” You tried to smile, attempting to break the awkward tension Harry was creating, but the incredulous look he gave you signaled you’d not said the right thing.

“I’ve just heard you promise yeh brother that you’d stay away from me, Bubbles. What’d’ya think’s gon’ happen when he turns up and I’m here?”

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Stereotypical (6) second date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.

“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.

How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.

“You know what I mean, jerk”

“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”

Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.

“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”

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valentines

Request: Can I request a jay park smut where he’s the submissive for the night and the lead girl over stimulates him and he’s begging and a mess please?

Genre: SMUT!!!!

Word Count: 2732

Contains: smut, sub! jay, dom! MC

Comments: forgive me father for i have sinned // i kinda took this idea and ran with it // it’s kinda bad but i hope you like it omf

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity


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You scoff, believing it to be one of God's tricks.

You push away the stranger’s hand, freaking out. Her smile turned into a grimace, and she no longer tries to touch you.

Get lost, you think. Get away from me.

Something akin to panic starts filling you. The last thing you remember before waking up in this alternate world was going to sleep in your own bed. Now, you were in an apartment room, with furniture and fixtures you’ve never seen before surrounding you. A faux family had been recreated, too, and it seems like God himself is playing havoc with your brain.

It’s the third time you’ve been jumping through these dimensions now. The second time you appeared in a hospital room halfway through eating dinner, and your loved ones had all vanished, replaced by what seems to be extremely realistic AI.

“But papa,” she said again. “It’s me. Meg.”

“I have a daughter named Meg and she is nothing like you, bitch.” Immediately she started tearing up, but you feel no remorse. You swear at the heavens, vowing to fight your way back to your dimension, and lock yourself in Meg’s room, trying to find a hint of any universe- spanning portal.

A black diary lies on her table, and you snatch it up, rifling through the pages, until you reach the most recent entry.

11 June, 2011

Dad’s dementia is getting worse.

Anytime

Hello you lovely people! Here’s another one for you guys, based on this request:  OMG you should totally do a shot where Harry has some trouble getting it up….

Hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think, love B xx

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Originally posted by yves-saintharry

He’s tired. He is so tired.

There’s not enough sleep in this world that’ll help him get enough energy to get up and leave his house.

Harry’s been running himself ragged with all the studying and working he’s been putting in for this new role he’s got lined up.

Night after night, you find him with his face buried in books and scripts that look ratty and old from how much he’d fussed with it and scanned page after page with tired, sleepless eyes so he can prepare himself as much as he can for when they start shooting.

Add that to all the catching up with friends and visiting family and the time he tries and spend with you, his best friend, and that’s enough to have him dragging himself around, barely any energy to get up and make himself something to eat.

You’ve watched him neglect the gym shoes that are left in a corner of his bedroom way too many times for it to be healthy and you’re starting to worry wether or not this acting career of his is really worth it if it’s going to wear him down like this.

Expressing these concerns every time you walk through his door after running an errand for him because he’s too tired to function had become a routine. His only response now is to tell you he’ll “sleep when he can”, but you don’t see that happening any time soon.

“When was the last time you got out of the house?” You ask him, after a quick trip to the nearest Waitrose down the road, resting a bag full of ingredients so you can make him a decent meal.

“Dunno.” He shrugs, heels of his hands rubbing tightly against his tired eyes to push away the blurriness in his vision. “Can’t remember.”

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Just once // SHAWN MENDES

“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air. 

“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.

“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.

“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.

“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?” 

He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.

“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it. 

“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me. 

“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.

“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.

“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears. 

“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying. 

“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated. 

“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.

“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room. 

“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.

“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside. 

“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.

“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.

I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry. 

“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.

“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.

“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor. 

“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly. 

“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.

I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,” 

“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction. 

Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

mine | m

Originally posted by jjilljj

( hybrid!au ; smut ) rated M. 7078 words. seokjin scenario
summary: you don’t like it when your owner meets other women. he’s yours and yours only. seokjin x dog hybrid!you
N/A: reposting cuz I wanted to change a few things. also I love hybrid aus and I love god too dont get me wrong


“Hey, pretty thing. Are you asleep?”

You could recognize this voice in a million. Your ears twitch immediately in response, eyes fighting the heavy lids. In your heavy haze, you see your owner sitting on your bed, his beautiful face and upper body looming over you. You whine a little for your sleep being interrupted, shifting a bit so that your tail isn’t stuck awkwardly between your legs. But even if you want to keep napping, happiness bubbles up in your chest as you blink a few times and feel a smile forming on your lips.

Seokjin coming back from work is the part of the day you love the most.

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Walking Out- Steve Rogers

Wow look I’m writing again! Schools done and I’m officially out of high school! A lot more stuff coming out (fr this time). This is also part one, part two will include prompt 7.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Request: 1,7 with Steve

Requests: Closed

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

It was meant to be your night. You and Steve were meant to have a night in tonight since he got home from the mission. At first, you thought maybe the team was late getting in from Austria, that they had something else to deal with before they came home.But 2 hours later, after texting Steve 3 times, and calling twice, you started to worry, so instead of calling him again, you texted Natasha, who sent back a message that puzzled you at first glance. 

Nat: We’ve been back for hours now. I thought he was going to you? 

You looked down at the phone, and then at the time, before calling Steve again, with no answer. Sighing, you put the dinner you made in the fridge, realizing no one was going to eat it anytime soon, and went to sit on the couch, staring at the blank television.

Finally deciding to distract yourself from the pain in your heart and the envelope on the table, you turned on the tv and mindlessly watched whatever was playing. Eventually, you fell asleep, wiping the silent tears off your face and hoping Steve would come home soon. 

Meanwhile, 45 minutes away, Steve sat alone on a bar stool, staring at the empty glass in front of him. After looking up at the bartender for the 5th time that night, he refilled the glass with whiskey, and downed it in seconds. 

In his head, the same voice echoed over an over again, and he couldn’t get it out. 

She’s going to end up just like them, dead and gone. 

The mission he had just gone on, was tearing him apart inside. New HYDRA bases called for everyone to come in, and this one was no different. It was his job to clear out the C-Wing with Natasha, where there were said to be several guards, weapons and files. Everything went as planned until he got through the sealed C-Wing door, when everything went crumbling. As soon as he got in there, he wasn’t just faced with a guard, he was faced with his worst nightmares. 

He was forced to remember his mom, more specifically, his mom’s death. He was forced to remember Peggy, how he left her, how they never had their first dance. Forced to remember Bucky, how he didn’t save him, what Bucky was forced to go through with HYDRA. Forced to remember all those he couldn’t save. And then he mentioned you. 

For the first time in years, he was angry enough that he killed the guard with his bare hands.

He snapped out of his mind for a minute, realizing hours had passed, and he saw he had several missed calls from your number. He knew he should have replied, he should be at home. But right now, he couldn’t face going home to you. 

So he sat there, downing glass after glass of hot whiskey, not caring what time it was when he ultimately decided he needed to go home and sleep. So he paid the bartender, leaving a generous tip and started walking.

It was 2am when the keys rattled against the door, stirring you out of your slumber, and sighing when you realized he was finally home. You sat there, staring at your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for Steve to finally walk through the door. 

When he finally stepped through, you could tell something was wrong. He smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, and he basically slammed the door shut as he came in. 

“Steve?” You asked, seeing him drop the keys into the jar and continue walking towards the bedroom. 

He didn’t say anything, the only thing you could hear was the closet door opening and closing. Then his footsteps slowly started coming back to the front room, where he went right into the kitchen, and started looking through the fridge. 

“Is there any dinner?” He asked.

You were taken back to say the least. He completely ignores you after being on a mission for 3 days, and the first thing he mentions is food.

“Yeah, but Steve, why didn’t you pick up my calls? Or any of my messages?” You asked.

He ignored you again, and by now, you were more infuriated.

“Jesus, Steve… Are you going to say anything other than ‘is there dinner?’ to me? I’ve been waiting hours for you to come home and-”

“I don’t care, (Y/N)! I really don’t care right now, being here is the last thing on my mind!” He yelled. 

That’s when you completely lost it.

“God! Steve, I know you have work! I know you have priorities, and there are certain things you need to get done! I have understood that from day one! For 3 years, I’ve sat here, understanding that there are some things that will come before me! I’ve accepted that for years! But the one night I want you to come home and stay with me, you leave! You don’t pick up your phone- I-I don’t know if you’re dead, if you’re hurt, I’m sitting here worrying, and I find out you’re at a bar drinking! I leave messages asking you to come home, but you ignore me! And you don’t care right now, but I can’t put up with this right now! I can’t come home knowing that you don’t care because I need you!”

It was silent for what felt like forever, but as the seconds ticked by and he said nothing, he just stared down at his feet, before rubbing his hands over his face and refusing to look at you. That’s when you finally had enough. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You rose up, trying to keep the tears that were fighting to come out as you walked out.

“(Y/N)… Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, reaching for you as you moved away from his grasp, and towards the door.  

As much as it was breaking your heart, you grabbed your keys, bag, and shoes before you left. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this Steve… not right now… Find me when the Steve I fell in love with comes back.” You slammed the door, and he just stood there watching. 

It took him a long time to process what had happened. Standing there, replaying the moment the love of his life walked out, all because he couldn’t separate work from home. 

He stood there for what felt like hours, before he turned to the living room where the baby blue envelope laid on the coffee table. Curious, he picked it up, and saw your distinct writing on the back, neatly spelling out his name. Without thinking, he opened the envelope, seeing a small slip of paper fall out. Picking it up, he was once again left completely speechless. 

On the card was neatly scrawled writing, the message making him tear up before he fell to his knees, trying to stifle his sobs as he looked at the image and the message again. 

You’re going to be a great father.

I love you, Steve. 

Without reading the rest of the card, he looked back at the ultrasound, the small outline of red ink made by the doctor around the small bean shape on the image. Everything fell apart at that moment. He had driven away the one person he had left, and his unborn child.

A Little Something More

Summary / Request: ‘Hi👋 can you do a Tom holland x reader. Where the reader is apart of the cast of spiderman (reader could be love interest) and during filing and press tour they fall in love😍 I just need some Tom fluff BTW I LOVE YOUR WRITING 💕 / When the line between friends and something gets smudged, lies the three moments in time where the relationship between Tom and Y/N gets a little more defined.

Warnings: cursing

fluff / Gender Neutral reader

requested: anon

Word count: 1550

Originally posted by marvelgifs

               Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N, More Than an Onscreen Romance?

               Tom Holland and Co-Star Y/N Y/L/N Caught on a Date in Atlanta

“Are you sure aren’t a thing yet?” Alex, Y/N’s visiting best friend, asks once they enter the trailer.

“No I swear. We just happen to be really good friends thank you very much,” Y/N says taking a spot on the couch, “as much as I would want to date him, it wouldn’t be professional.”

“Good friends my ass, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and it’s more than just an act. Co-stars date all the time. Look at Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield, Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher, Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth. I could keep going,” Alex lists, “and since when have you been all professional, I remember when you told me that you showed up hungover to work.”

“That was one time! I was young-,”

“That was last month.”

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