this is your brain exploding

i hate hate hate hate that post going around of the two dead Pompeii victims that were actually two men in a loving embrace. all i see are comments like “LMAO HE WAS SUCKING DICK RIGHT UNTIL THE END!!!!!” because of the odd position they’re in

that is so fucking disrespectful and disgusting. these two men, and all Pompeian victims, died horrible, awful, nasty deaths. They saw the rushing pyroclastic flow race towards them, with gas so hot, your blood boils and your brain vaporizes. Your bones literally explode. They were scared. They didn’t know what was happening other than imminent death. And in their final, harrowing moments they chose to embrace and comfort each other as they waited for it to end.

And all you see is an opportunity to sexualize them. Shame on you.


Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO

Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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Punk (Chap. 3)

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3324 (I know, long.  But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters!  love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!

If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping.  OK, that’s not entirely true.  Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous.  Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?!  It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—

Rap! Rap! Rap!  “Get dressed!”  Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door.  “I’m going to pay for these.  Meet me at the register.”  The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on.  You let out a sigh at your reflection.  Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.

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cyberpunk future where social media trends are determined by a single genetically modified teenager raised from birth to be the most relatable human being possible and every two weeks he picks a different topic and if you make any social media posts about anything else for the next two weeks the microchip in your brain explodes and you die instantly

Trying hard

Sometimes there are days when you try to study and everything goes pretty well and you manage to prepare for all the exams and tests you are supposed to take the following days.

Sometimes there are days when you try your best but without result. Because the only thing you are sure about is the feel that your head seems to be going to explode in next several minutes and your brain is not willing to accept any other information. 

Don’t worry. It can happen to everyone. Stop studying and take a break. If you can, take a nap or go to bed early if it is already evening and look at the notes once again later. The more you push on it and continue studying in that state of body and mind, the worse it will be for you because you cause harm to yourself and lose time. Personally, going to bed earlier and getting up earlier is one of the best things to do in that kind of situation. Tomorrow is another day. 

chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 


You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 


“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

Pressure - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I kind of pushed 2 requests into one, and after this I will be working on Addicted 6, and Endgame 3 :)

Request:Hey 😁 could I please request a jughead x reader where the reader is studying for exams and is working hard/stressed so jughead just sort of looks after her? 

- 73 (I love you, I love you, I love you) 129 (Don’t cry, then I’’m gonna cry and I’m supposed to comfort you) 138 (Because you deserve a happy ending)

Warnings: Swears

Word count: 757

Your parents had always been strict on you, you had to have the best grades, the best GPA, everything you did had to be the best.

They nearly had heart attacks when they found out you weren’t friends with the geeks of Riverdale high, that instead you found yourself spending your time with Jughead Jones, and every now and then his mates.

“Remember, Y/N, If you don’t do well on the exams, you will never get into a good college, which means you won’t get a good job and you’ll be a nobody forever.” your mother said as she put some waffles on your plate.

“Thanks I guess” you replied, “She’s right Y/N, you’ll end up like that Jones boy you hang out with, I hear he was living at the drive in before the Andrews took him in” you dad scoffed, you bit your tongue at the sound of Jughead’s name, you hated when they bashed on him but no matter what you did you couldn’t stop it.

“I don’t see why you surround yourself with that- that filth” you mother said, “That’s it” you yelled, standing from your seat. “Jug is the best person in this town. He helps me study and keep my grades up to your insane expectations, now if you don’t mind, I have a study date with him at Archies. Goodbye” you grabbed your books and walked out of the house, leaving your parents stunned.

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Caught Red Handed.

Anon requested- heyo can I request a Kevin x reader where the reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and her and Kevin lowkey have a cute little thing going on but Dean but Sam don’t know about it, and one day the boys walk in on them kissing? 

Warnings- Sam and Dean being awkward big brothers.

Pairings- Kevin x Reader.

A/N- This ones a lil short, but cute.

Being the youngest Winchester was great! You adored your older brothers, the only downfall was how protective they were of you. It was rare they’d let you hunt, they would glare at any guy who glanced at you.. It was very tiresome.

A couple months ago you met a young prophet named Kevin Tran, you hit it off straight away, you had the same interests, similar senses of humour. You liked him, and he liked you. Then you two started dating, in secret of course. There were a couple of close calls where your brothers almost figured it out, but thankfully they weren’t as observant as they made out to be. 

Charlie was the first to find out because you told her straight away, she was like an older sister to you. Then it was Crowley, he was weirdly happy about it and threatened to break Kevin’s face if he hurt you. Cas found out last, when he was human he stayed at the bunker for awhile and he overheard you and Kevin talking about it, he was very happy for you both.

You put off telling your brothers for a while, not wanting them to know. You didn’t know how they’d react, but you knew either way they would threaten to kill Kevin and honestly you’d rather avoid that, also you’d never had a boyfriend before, that means you’ve gone a long while without having the dreaded ‘talk’, your brothers were amazing and you adored them but you knew plenty about the birds and the bee’s, you did not need to know anymore!


Sam and Dean were on a supply, Crowley was locked up in the non-sex dungeon, you had no idea where Cas was. 

You and Kevin were sat in the library, he was trying to translate the Demon tablet, and you were sat opposite him with your legs crossed reading a book. Letting out a sigh you closed the book and pushed it away from you, looking up at Kevin you saw him frowning slightly with his eyebrows furrowed, “Kev, you okay there?” You asked but he didn’t respond, rolling your eyes you stood up, walked over to him and grabbed his notebook causing him to look up at you, “Y/N, what’re you doing?” He asked, trying to grab the notebook from your hand but you quickly pulled it away from him “you are way too stressed about this, so I’m making you take a break” you smiled.

Kevin shook his head and tried to grab it from you again but you just took a step back, “Y/N, this isn’t funny I have to get this translation done” he whined causing you to laugh, “I don’t care! You need to take a break once in a while to stop your brain from exploding” you said walking away from him, you heard his chair scrape across the floor, turning your head slightly you saw him walking towards you. Turning around to face him you gave him a small smile when he stopped in front of you, “how can I help you?” You asked holding the notebook behind your back, Kevin rolled his eyes and held his hand out “I want my notebook” he said, you furrowed your eyebrows faking some type of confusion, shaking your head you spoke “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you replied.

Kevin reached behind you but you held your arm out so he couldn’t take it from you, you quickly turned around and ran to the other side of the table, he stood facing you with his hands on his hips, “you need a break, Kevin. You’ve been working way too hard on this, you’re not eating as much and you hardly ever sleep. I’m worried” you admitted putting the notebook down, Kevin frowned slightly and dropped his arms, “I know that the guys need this translation but you come before all of that..” You trailed off looking down slightly.

You heard Kevin sigh and his footsteps started to walk towards you, he stopped in front of you and tilted your chin up so you were looking at him, he had gentle smile on his face, “it’s sweet that you worry about me, look if it makes you feel better I’ll take a break and we can do whatever you want” he said, softly grazing his thumb over your cheek causing you to lean into him. 

You smiled lightly and nodded your head “yeah, I’d like that.. Can we have ice-cream?” I asked quietly causing Kevin to throw his head back laughing, he nodded his head still chuckling “we can have all the ice cream you want” he smiled staring into your eyes, he quickly dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on your lips causing you to smile but you both froze when you heard “what the hell?!” Quickly turning around you saw Sam and Dean stood in the door way of the library, Sam had a small smirk on his face whereas Dean looked shell shocked, you turned back to Kevin, “and that’s what you do when CPR doesn’t work.. goodnight!” You yelled quickly running away and into your bedroom shutting the door behind you.

Around half an hour later you heard a quiet knock on the door, “Y/N? It’s Sam and Dean, can we come in?” Sam asked, you sighed and opened the door smiling sheepishly at your brothers, they walked in, Sam sitting on your bed and Dean leaning against your desk with his arms crossed, you closed the door and lent against it looking between your two brothers. 

Sam patted the space on the bed next to him so you walked over and plopped yourself onto the bed with your legs crossed, “so, uh since you’re dating now.. we need to have the talk” Sam said cringing slightly, your eyes widened as you looked at your brothers, “Y/N, when two people lo-” you cut Dean off by throwing a small pillow at his face, Dean sighed when the pillow hit the floor, “when two people-” he was cut of by yet another pillow hitting his face, “when two pe-” again, cut of by a pillow to the face, he narrowed his eyes at you “how many pillows do you have?” He asked in disbelief, you shrugged your shoulders “way too much for the average human being” you replied. 

Lying down you pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and you shoved your head under the mounds of pillows. You heard your brothers sigh then there was silence, “if you guys are planning on scaring me I’ll stab you” you threatened, your voice muffled by the pillows. You felt the blanket get yanked away from your body then two hands grabbed your arms and pulled you up, looking up you saw Sam, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to prevent you from burying yourself back under the blanket and pillows. 

“I know you don’t want to have the talk but it’s important that you do” Sam started, “yeah, I mean you’re our little sister we don’t want you accidentally getting knocked up” Dean finished causing Sam to scowl at him, you nodded your head “I know, but I’ve already had the talk in school and I know plenty about.. ‘the do’ so you don’t need to worry” you informed, you could see them relax.

You sat in silence for a while before Sam spoke up, “so.. You and Kevin, huh?” He teased nudging your arm, you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away “shut up” you muttered, the boys chuckled at the small blush that crept up onto your face, “you do realise if he hurts you, we’ll kill him?” Dean asked, you laughed and shook your head “nah, you won’t have to” you replied, the boys cocked their head in confusion “because I’ll kill him myself” you grinned, the two let out a laugh before standing up. 

“Well, it’s late so we’re gonna let you sleep, g’night kiddo” Sam said kissing your forehead, “g’night, sweetheart” Deans said also planting a kiss on your forehead, you pulled the blanket over yourself, placed your head on your pillow and mumbled a sleepy ‘goodnight’ at your brothers before darkness overcame you.

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The most headscratching lyrics of Eurovision 2017

Good evening, folks! It’s about that time of the year for my rundown of what I consider the most mindbogglingly daft lyrics of 2017. These aren’t necessarily the worst lyrics in the contest - the most egregious for me will always be the rent-a-rhyme, “moon in June” style song texts that you can tell were put together in ten minutes with the help of a rhyming dictionary (not naming names, but rhyming all four of fire/higher/wire/desire… come on!) - but the most confusing, often thanks to subpar songwriting. I’ve narrowed my wall of shame down to a dozen, but I unfortunately could have picked more.

“I’m almost a sinner, nearly a saint” (Germany)
First of all, what in blue blazes does it mean to be almost a sinner? A sinner is someone who has sinned, and I don’t know of any belief system where you can half-sin. I’m imagining someone lying down in the bed of someone other than their spouse, ready to commit adultery, only to spring up at the last moment. “Och, came close then. I only almost sinned!” But let’s imagine you can be an almost-sinner – how then can you also be nearly a saint, someone who has foregone all sinning? They just looked for clichéd antonyms and stuck them in a line with scant regard for whether they make sense.

“I’m not afraid of making mistakes/sometimes it’s wrong before it’s right/that’s what you call a perfect life” (Germany)
Perfect is something that is without bloody faults or mistakes, so if it’s wrong and you’re making error after error, how in the world can it be a perfect life?

“Amazed by thorn jeans” (Azerbaijan)
Is this a hypercorrection of torn jeans? If so, what is so amazing about them? If not, what on earth are thórn jeans?

“This is love / Rain falls from above” (Greece)
I know this line was chopped eventually, but permanent damage was done to my psyche by this risibly terribad couplet. I don’t know if I’m alone in this, but there are some folk who come across to me as looking perpetually a little confused. Demy fits into this category, no small part thanks to this shoddy lyric. The naïve wonder of the rain falling from above rather than emerging from below is almost charming - were it not for being the most egregious piece of a prime exhibit of “rhyme now, think later” songwriting.

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” (Croatia)
This one is getting a pass from many people because it supposedly came from the hallowed lips of a Albert Einstein. Except, it almost certainly didn’t. There’s no trustworthy record of him ever having said that, and it’s generally considered a misattribution - such a black-and-white statement is, after all, uncharacteristic of as nuanced a thinker as A.E. I can understand why folks want to believe Einstein said it - if such a great human could indulge in such saccharine maudlin sentimentality, then it gives carte blanche to us all to do the same - but let’s be realistic.

Other than the misattribution, and the dubious decision to start a song in this manner, I have to take aim at the content of the “quote” itself. Either nothing is a miracle or everything is? That’s barmier than a toad on absynthe. Surely one is free to believe some unexpected and wonderful events to be “miracles” without every single other thing in one’s life also being miraculous? Imagine breaking your legs and getting told “well, you said that your winning €5,000 on the scratchcards was a miracle. SO THIS IS A MIRACLE TOO OTHERWISE THERE ARE NO MIRACLES!” An unhinged notion!

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‘Galavant’ sentence starters

these sentence starters are from the first season of galavant. please feel free to change anything you need to in these to make them suit your needs!

❛ i suggest you fall. thanks! ❜

❛ nice meeting you, door’s on the wall. ❜

❛ when he tells me to fetch, those are my favorite moments. ❜

❛ i mean, think about it: i’ve killed a massive amount of people this week but i haven’t killed you! ❜

❛ it’s 1256. the ‘ your mama ’ jokes, they’re getting really old. ❜

❛ any man can get knocked down. the hero is the man who gets back up. ❜

❛ i see your mouth start moving and, god, i need a drink. ❜

❛ oh, i see it now. that was a horrible idea. ❜

❛ you find something that rhymes with sarcasm and makes sense, and i’ll take the floor tonight. ❜

❛ all you need to be a pirate is a dark heart and a wicked disregard for other people’s lives. ❜

❛ can’t we just have a normal adventure? ❜

❛ i’m just trying to stay alive, and i find it helps not to ask too many questions. ❜

❛ how can someone so small tell such a big lie? ❜

❛ you keep acting like a prat. you need to be more like a geezer. ❜

❛ actually, i’m not legally allowed to call myself a magician anymore. ❜

❛ i can’t talk, i’m in hero mode. ❜

❛ he was cuter pre-dungeon. ❜

❛ for you, i might break both of his. ❜

❛ i’m preparing an impromptu feast for 75 uppity royals because fuck me, right? ❜

❛ a hero doesn’t talk. he might not hear it when his moment arrives. ❜

❛ if you eat that last danish, i will reach down your throat, pull it out, and beat you to death with it! ❜

❛ well hurry, bless me before my soul escapes! ❜

❛ i’m a modern thirteenth century man. ❜

❛ it’s like your beautiful brain exploded all over your face. ❜ 

Tadashi Hamada Imagine - Sleepy Genius

As you opened one of the large doors to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, you cringed as the door clicked loudly and the sound seemed to echo through the seemingly empty building.
You silently closed the door again and pulled the hoody you wore tighter around yourself as you made your way to the elevator and pushed the button that sends the elevator on its slow journey to the robotics lab.
The elevator dinged lightly as it opened up to the dimly lit hallway. All of the lights were off, except for the ones in a certain inventor’s lab. The lights in his workspace sort of illuminated the hallway slightly as they seeped out from underneath the door.
You made your way to the door as quietly as possible and paused as you saw the faint outline of someone seated at a desk, tinkering with something. The figure was too busy concentrating to notice when you slid the door open slightly and slipped into the room before closing it again.
You slowly walked over to the hunched over boy and saw that he was fiddling with a circuit board, occasionally running his hands through his already messed up hair in frustration.
“Dashi, it’s time for bed.” You whisper these words in the handsome young man’s ear as you slowly wind your arms around his shoulders and rest your head on top of his.
Tadashi jumps slightly at the contact but relaxes almost instantly as your scent engulfs him and your sweet voice floats through his ears. He leans backward into your embrace with a sigh as he rubs his hands across his face before interlacing them with your own.
“I know baby, I know,” Tadashi replies tiredly. “I just need to finish this last component and I’ll be done for today.”
“Tadashi, it’s two in the morning.” You say blankly as you turn your head to give him a stern look. “You need to sleep, now, before that big brain of yours explodes.”
Tadashi gave a slight chuckle before taking in your serious look and giving you a sheepish smile in return. The staring competition commenced as your eyes gazed deeply into his chocolatey brown ones. The teen heaved a sigh as he knew that he couldn’t argue with you.
Tadashi grabbed the circuit board he was working on, put it inside of a tiny plastic box and stuck it in his top drawer before turning off the desk lamp, causing the room to dim drastically. Tadashi stretched out his aching limbs as you stood back and watched him, blushing slightly when you caught a sneaky peak of his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Tadashi grabbed his famous cap and pulled it over his unruly locks before grabbing his backpack and interlacing his fingers with yours with a gentle, yet tired smile. You returned the smile and tugged Tadashi’s large hand, guiding him out of his office.
Once all of the building’s lights had been turned off and the doors locked, you guided Tadashi to your adorable little car and the two of you buckled up so you could drive to your apartment. You didn’t attend the ‘nerd school’ with your boyfriend, but went to another university, so your parents helped you buy your own apartment fairly close to the campuses of both yours and Tadashi’s universities.
As you drove the car was silent apart from the radio playing softly. You glanced over at your boyfriend, only to find that he had fallen asleep as soon as his tired body came into contact with the soft, spongy material of the passenger seat.
You giggled quietly and internally cooed at the adorable sight before once again focusing on the road and pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building.  
“Dashi,” You sweetly whispered as you rubbed slow circles into his arm. “Sweetie, we’re here.”
Tadashi stirred slightly before a huge yawn took over as he rubbed at his tired eyes like a cute little toddler just waking from a nap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers along the baby soft hairs at his nape, waking him up a little more.
“Come on, let’s go inside baby.” As you said these words you grabbed the key from the ignition and climbed out of the car to grab Tadashi’s backpack from the backseat.
As the blurry eyed young man stumbled out of the car with a yawn, he seemed surprised as he realized exactly where he was.
“Babe, why aren’t we at the café?” Tadashi mumbled with confusion as he turned to you with the most adorable look on his face; like a puppy that would tilt its head in confusion.
“My place is closer, so I drove here instead,” You explained, even though the distance was pretty much the same either way. “Plus, I know how you feel about me driving home alone late at night.”
Tadashi didn’t argue with your reasoning and simply nodded as he threw an arm around your shoulders and followed as you led him into the apartment building and on your way to your apartment.
You struggled a little to keep Tadashi awake in the elevator as he rested limply against you and drifted in and out of dream land.
When you had finally gotten into your apartment Tadashi simply collapsed on your bed and started to doze off as he snuggled his face into the soft covers that smelt of you.
You giggled and simply shook your head as you unlaced and removed Tadashi’s converse from his large feet. Next you took off his signature baseball cap, followed by his soft yellow cardigan, his white T-shirt, and his brown denims.
Whilst you removed Tadashi’s clothes he simply dozed with a gentle smile on his face. Once your boyfriend was sorted you moved onto completing your own routine before bed. You took off all of your clothes, except for your underwear and threw on Tadashi’s shirt before heading to the bathroom to do your thing.
When you returned from the bathroom you noticed that Tadashi had moved from where he had collapsed on your bed earlier. He was now snuggled under the covers on what you two agreed was his side of the bed and had his arms spread out as if waiting for you to curl up in them.
After making sure that all of the lights were turned off and that your alarm clock was off, (you figured you and Tadashi could skip one day of classes) you climbed into your boyfriend’s waiting arms and snuggled up against his warm, muscular chest.
Tadashi wrapped his arms around you protectively and smiled as you placed a small lingering kiss on his collar bone. The teen nuzzled his nose into your soft hair and breathed deeply, taking in your comforting scent.
“Good night baby,” Tadashi mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too my Einstein.” Was your simple reply as you too started to drift off in the comfort and safety of Tadashi’s arms.

Imagine yourself in one of those days in which you need to study and you need to productive, yet you’re too tired or unmotivated and need an impulse. Or perhaps your studying methods have been sucking lately and you haven’t been doing good lately. 

Well, that’s me almost always. And I hate to look for tips online or in Youtube to end up seeing or reading tips like “get on your most comfortable clothes to study” or “highlight for remembering concepts” or “take away things that distract you” when I’m desesperate to find good advice, things that will make a difference on your studying quality,

So here are some random study tips that I’ve applying and that personally helped me. If they help you somehow on improving your studying and productivity, then I’d die in bliss. 

It’s obvious that I didn’t invent them. These are tips the friends recommended me, that I read or heard on TED talks or that I simply applied naturally and realised later that someone else shared them to the world first.

So you’re ready for studying with tons of motivation and unicorn dust in your eyes. After 25 to 30 minutes your concentration starts to decrease. Is it normal ? Hell yes. The average student tends to be concentrated for that range of time and later, their efficency decreases. Solution: break your study sessions.

Have you ever heard about the Pomodoro technique? If you’ve been here for a while, it’s probably that you do. This is an example of breaking your study sessions after, usually, 25 minutes, taking then a 5 - 10 minute break to just distract yourself and then getting again into the studying. 

Giving yourself a reward for concentrating 25 minutes on a subject or giving yourself the pleasure of distraction will not only help you regain energy to continue, but it’ll help you construct a studying habit and as you keep doing this, you’ll be able to study for longer but with efficency. And you’ll not die with a 4 hour straight study session and understanding nothing.

Taking good notes save lives. Fact.

Either if you use a computer or tablet, or prefer manual note taking (like I do, because there’s truly soooomething about writing everything in a paper that just helps me remember), you just have to give all your attention to the class.

Sometimes you don’t even have time to study well a topic or reading it properly but if you did give attention to the class, some triggers at a test could help you remember and take everything out.

Extra tips for good note taking:

>If your teacher explains a personal experience in which they applied what they’re teaching (not a personal life story), then write it down. I’ve had many experiences in which my teacher’s cases’ experiences have helped me much more on deciding what to do than theory itself.

>Compare your notes to some awesome friend or classmate that takes notes. Ya know, extra info. 

>As soon as possible, go run to the teacher to clarify things that you didn’t understand or still had doubts.

>Add extra info right away. Most usual thing is that you gave so much attention to that class for the first time and forget about it as soon as it ended. Then boom, when studying for your finals you begin to remember the class that moment. In reality, It’s much better to keep that class alive while adding extra notes to what you just learned.

If I had passed (somehow) pharmacology and dental anatomy, it’s been thanks to this. 

Summarizing has helped me be able to recognise what’s important of a lesson and what are things that I should remember or even memorise. And how have I’ve doing it? Writing it all on a adhesive note. I calculated the space I had to write down the most importand aspects of either an entire lesson or just a subheading, listing things that I had to know and graphics to help me remember. Later, when the exam was near I just had to look to my summary and right away, I’d remember it all.

On the other hand, teaching has helped me so much. We all have that one friend who has no clue about what’s going on, embrace that person and take advantage of how lost they are. Sometimes you don’t have to know all perfectly but just read a bit and then applying your knowledge on explaining it to someone. Make sure that your goal is to make that person have the same level of understanding that you have. It’ll help you not to only remember, but to truly understand the content.

 It’s a great way of active studying because you’re making your brain recall all the information you’ve learn to summarize or make someone undersand it, and at the same time, you’ll be making sure that you’re truly understand the subject.

We’ve talked before of how studying actively forces your brain to go over information again But how is this so helpful? Making your studying active will make you more effective. So instead of memorising everything or reading endlessly until your mind catches everything perfectly, try to ask yourself what the hell are you studying. Make what you learn into something factible.

Facts or concepts

First, you need to understand if your studying facts or concepts.

Concepts include how things are working or what they’re really about. Imagine your studying phisiology: a concept will be about how the digestive system works and what are each organs functions. Once you understand how it works, you could just deduce in the future and will stay with you forever, you’re going to remember what is it about and it could help you remember facts.

Facts, on the other hand, are easily forgotten with time. And facts include, for example, what are the names of the organs that are part of the digestive system. 

Understanding concepts first will help you deduce facts later. Putting concepts in your own words will make you remember them forever and ever.

Recollecting vs recognising

An example for this is highlighting. Now, making a proper highlighting technique has always been hard for me since I tend to get excited with it and end up highlighting everything (or almost everything) which is completely useless. A proper one is usually highlighting important terms or dates that will help you later remember everything.

Cons about it: You need a trigger. A date, a fact, a term, a word, anything that could make your brain explode and remember everything. That’s recognisition. You recognise that important thing of your notes or textbook and then remember. This is so dangerous since you depend on a certain little thing to remember concepts and personally, it almost never happens on the tests I’ve taken.

How to fight only recognising and to actually recall information? Test yourself while studying. Ask yourself tons of questions, play with images and understand concepts. 

Don’t ever rely on just flashing terms. Not only for tests, but for actual life in which you’ll be using the information you’ve studying. 

Remember that if you’re giving the effort to study something, you’re doing it to apply it later on your life. You’re making yourself fully understand how something works to build a criterion on the field you’re working on.

Good luck with your studying and I hope these tips were somehow help you or that I’ve explained the reasons why these could be helpful.

Summary: A BonesxReader that’s set during ID when the Vengeance is crashing down on earth: The reader is an engineer stationed in San Francisco during the crash (Bones knows that), survives it without being injured and then starts to help fix things after everything calms down (Bones doesn’t know that) and when he lands on earth and hears that the reader is on the ‘battlefield’ he freaks out? But then everything turns into fluff? (: for @littlecarowrites

Notes: I’m so sorry it took so long! Hope you like it! ((also first bones fic omg y’all))

Word count: 1222

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While sliding around the corridors of the flagship, Leonard’s focus was 100% on the job at hand – making sure nobody ends up dead. The ship was falling down from the sky and pulled towards the Earth by its gravity. A one-way trip to certain death and imminent destruction.

Usually, as a grump that he is, he’d whine about the weight of his toolbox. Even though he always knew it’s in the job description, he would’ve sometimes wished he could just throw it into open space and never see that damned thing again. Now, though, while running around the ship making sure everybody gets home in a single piece and with a pulse, he did not feel the weight of the box. Despite the grip on the box’s handle being real tight, he even forgot it was there until he had any real use of it.

Only once did he take away a few moments to focus on something other than the task. ‘My mother was right. Hell is real.’ he thought to himself, a single eyebrow cocked. What never even crossed his mind, though, was you. And not because he didn’t care, far from it, he loved you more than life and treasured you more than booze (and Bones is quite a lover of fine alcohol). He was just unconsciously sure that you were in safety, based on nothing specific, and that enabled the mind to concentrate on other lives at stake.

And the exact same thing happened to you.

While watching a big, black, unknown ship fall down in flames and destroy 1/3 of San Francisco, you were scared. And the moment they placed you, an ordinary officer, on a commander’s spot and set you to repair the damage that was done, you were fucking terrified. ‘Out of all the things that could fall from space it had to be a big-ass ship with an infinite number of weapons and loads of toxic matter and nuclear energy?’ you screamed at nobody in particular before rushing to the scene with a toolbox in one hand and a communicator in the other.

Needless to say, your brain was on the verge of catching fire and exploding in your skull. You were constantly being called from 5 different directions and 10 different places. You were forced to answer them all whilst figuring out how to fix the problem in your own hands. Not to mention that all the machinery was extremely delicate and shit could hit the fan real fast if something wrong was done.

While speaking, thinking and working with your hands all at the same time, there wasn’t any space for your beloved doctor in your mind.

Luckily, it all turned out fine for Bones. Engineering pulled some strings, Sulu sprinkled some magic fairy dust and, god bless, the Enterprise stopped just before crashing, burning, exploding and killing everybody.

Bones threw himself in an empty seat in medbay and sighed.

The ship did have a few scratches and bruises here and there, but nothing Scotty and a good engineering team back on Earth couldn’t fixed.

Wait a moment.

Engineering team.

“Y/N! Shit!” Bones yelled, voice achieving and echo as the room was previously silent.

His eyes widened with pure fear while his mind scream at itself, disappointed by how he didn’t even think of you. He jumped from the chair and basically threw himself at a nearby computer.

“Locate Commander Y/L/N, Y/N, Engineering.”

“Commander Y/L, Y/N, Starfleet Headquarters.”

That’s where the Vengeance crashed.

Leonard sprinted out the door and straight to the bridge. He pushed through a sea of officers, forcing everybody and everything out of his way. Those few moments he spent in the turbolift, he spent them cursing at the damn thing for not going any faster. It appeared when Bones became worried, time flew in slow motion and his pulse skyrocketed. Not to mention that curse words star flying out of his mouth limitlessly. As he entered the bridge, Chekov didn’t even have time to announce his presence to the captain.

“Uhura, connect me to Starfleet HQ right now!”

Jim stood up from his chair with a bewildered look on his face and turned to his best friend and partner-in-crime.

“Bones? What-“

But as soon as he said the man’s name, Bones turned around and sent a glare Jim had never seen before in his entire life. Eyes full of passion, resentment, rage and love. Jim did not dare spend another moment analyzing those eyes, so he quietly returned to his spot.

“All frequencies open, but I can’t reach them. I’m sorry Bones.”

But before the young woman could finish her sentence, Leonard was out the door and in the turbolift once more.

This time, he headed directly to the transporter room with a clear goal on his mind. Before the door swished and closed, the doctor was already being beamed down to Earth. He had to remember to thank Jim later – it was he who announced Leonard’s arrival and destination to Scotty. Turns out he knows Bones better than he even thought.

You were working on picking out and storing pieces from the fallen ship which would be used in future creations (hopefully not secret ones), because even Starfleet believes in reusing unharmed whole parts.

You kneeled on the hull and bent down to scavenge a little more, just to make sure all the non-faulty parts were taken out. Later you picked up the box and turned around, just to drop it on the ground once more, this time because you suddenly lost all strength in your arms.

It was Leonard.

10 meters away from you and nearing, a dead serious look on his face. You choked on thin air as a stray tear came rolling down your dirty cheek. You closed your eyes and rubbed them, and only managed to take one step before being enveloped in a pair of strong arms. One of his hands held on your back and the other pressing your head to his warm chest, the beat of his heart calming your already wrecked nerves. Due to visible height difference, you wrapped your arms around his waist, your fingers intertwining on his lower back. Both of you pressed with equal force, with each squeeze negative energy pouring out of you and being replaced with nothing short of love.

You stood there for quite a long time. The way you held each other, it wasn’t just about physical contact. Together with body heat and tension relief, the two of you shared emotions via touch – something only people who are truly in love would be able to do. Together with your bodies your minds were in a peaceful place of their own. Contrary to chaotic thoughts that were swarming through your brains just an hour ago, your minds cleared of all worries. You were in Leonard’s arms and he was in yours. You were both alive and unscathed, and that’s all that mattered to you.

Even though the two of you stood like that for about 17 minutes, for you it felt like centuries.

Bones pulled away for a moment, still never letting go of you, almost like he was afraid that he’d lose you if he did. Before you could say anything, your lips collided and happiness came over you all over again.

dinopasta33  asked:

So, based on the headcanon that Rung's glasses are attention diverters, could we get his reaction to a friend or s/o saying something like: "But I don't WANT to forget you"? Idk just something shmoopy.

This got long and kinda angsty but I have so many feelings about his headcanon. Hope you like it!

There was something wrong and Rung knew it. You knew that he knew it, and you hated it. There was a jagged rock in the pit of your belly, and you glared in his direction as you crammed the last of your sandwich in your mouth. Rung was making you eat. You’d skipped breakfast that morning- too sick with rage to consider food- and he’d noticed. Now you were stuck in his office until you finished your meal and had a ‘talk’ with him. A talk- no, you didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to listen. You were angry- livid at him, and livid at yourself for feeling this way.

“If I throw up,” you said. “It’s your fault. I told you I wasn’t hungry.”

His pede-steps were light as ever. He took a seat across from you, patient. A momentous silence rolled slowly by, filling your ears with cotton, and Rung sighed when you still didn’t look at him.

“You’re angry with me,” he said, giving up (so easily.) You brought your legs to your chest and pressed your nose against your knees, fighting of a snide remark. Wow, you’re one hell of a psychiatrist! And yes, he was, but he wasn’t your psychiatrist. Yet he still hid from you and you didn’t know why. Did he not trust you? Was he afraid- ashamed? Did he really only see himself as there to help others- desperately trying to prove his worth, prove he wasn’t just an ornament, the useless one, a bauble?!

Bile rose in your throat, but instead of vomit, words escaped your mouth. You finally looked up at him.

“Am I your friend or your patient?”

He frowned. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth quirked like he’d tasted something sour.

“I need to know,” you said, standing. “Because something was bothering you yesterday- I know it was- and you told me it was nothing. Yet you insist on taking care of me. So what’s the deal? Do you just not trust me?”

Rungs mouth gaped and quivered like a fresh wound. “T-that’s not it…”

The sickness in your stomach boiled and quaked. It morphed into rage; it exploded in your brain and out of your eyes, rolling down your heated cheeks. You clenched your fists and stomped like a child throwing a tantrum“Then quit hiding from me,” you shrieked. “Take those damn things off!”

Shaky digits fumbled with his glasses, sending them to the floor with a clatter as he hit his knees in front of the patient berth. He cupped a servo around you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You let him pet your head while you sobbed. A tingle shot up your spine, and you knew he was trying to reach you with his field. Once both of your shaking had tapered off, you spoke.

“I know you don’t need those,” you murmured. “They’re to keep you hidden- to make people forget you’re there. But I don’t want to forget you.” You took a shuddery breath. “I want to be there for you…”

Rung’s optics- his beautiful, deep, misty optics- softened. He lifted you from the patient table and settled you in his lap. He was warm.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “The Lost Light…it’s different from the other ships I’ve served on. I’ve made friends here. I suppose I’m not used to being cared for.”

You chuckled dryly. “No kidding.”

“Maybe,” Rung smiled, lifting you to optic level. “You could help me become more accustomed to this sort of thing.” He raised his eyebrows and you laughed as the tension dissipated. Here in his hands you felt light and happy.

“Sounds good.”

anonymous asked:

I forget if you take prompts, but if you do, here's a random idea that popped into my head during Phil's liveshow (btw this has no specifics or plot it just sounds adorable): Some sort of fluff with Phil and "Wholesome Howell", Like snuggly blanket things? Idk, I just thought a thought and you're my favorite fic author and I want to see what you did with it. If you don't take prompts sorry.

I don’t normally write to prompts, and I’m elbow deep in “Creeper” right now, but I read your prompt and … this … happened. I’m sorry?


“Done with your live show?”

“Yeah. Why do you keep using my space blanket for Wholesome Howell?”

“Because it has your wholesomeness rubbed all over it and absorbed into the very fibers. It helps transform me into the very best, most wholesome version of myself.”

“Be wholesome in your own blanket!”

“Who ever heard of a wholesome pimp? Your audience’s brains would have exploded at the contradiction.”

“And anyway, I thought you said I was actually a morally corrupt person!”

“You can be both at the same time, Phil. You’re a complicated guy.”


“Oh, quit grouching. You’re just hangry. Come eat dinner and cuddle with me on the sofa.”

“Only if we cuddle under your fuzzy blanket.”

“Oh, dearest of Phils, of course I’ll share my blanket! Do we not share our lives? Our hearts? Our bodies?”

“Quit waggling your eyebrows at me. I’m not in the mood.”

“Come on, Philly. I made stir fry. I’ll save the eyebrow waggling until after you’ve eaten and Riverdale is over.”

“Okay, fine.”

“So gracious. First stir fry and Jughead, then fuzzy pimp cuddling, and who knows where that might lead! You could get lucky tonight, Mr. Lester.”

“Okay, okay! Stop tickling me! I give in!”

“Come lie with me and be my love. Or my pimp. You know, whichever. Or both. But first let’s get some food into you.”

Don’t Let Go

A/N: An anon request for a fic based off Unsteady by X Ambassadors. The song is actually about a child in the middle of divorcing parents, but I decided to take the desperation and put in another context. The requester put in a little more detail than just the song, so here it goes. @coveofmemories


“Y/N!” Spencer yelled, watching in horror as the suspect’s car exploded into a ball of flames. She had run ahead of him given that she was much faster than he was, but he wasn’t all that far behind. Apparently, he was far enough behind, because when the wall of flames burst outward, all Spencer felt was the heat from the fire. However, Y/N had been knocked to the floor. “Y/N, wake up!” he cried, cradling her face in his hands and begging her to open her eyes. “Please, wake up!”

“Spencer!” JJ screamed, having run in the direction of the fire. Immediately, she saw what was wrong and came to kneel at his side. “What happened?”

Spencer’s voice started to crack. “She was just a few feet ahead of me. She held up the gun, told the suspect to halt and then it blew up,” he cried. “Wake up!” As the ambulance made its way up, JJ pulled Spencer out of the way, helpless as he stood there and cried. They’d been best friends for years; both had been dancing around a romantic relationship, and now she could see in his eyes that he felt he’d lost everything. If Y/N didn’t make it out of this alive, Spencer would spiral through a whirlpool of unspoken words.


“You’re all here for Agent Y/N?” the doctor asked as he approached the team.

With Hotch at the forefront, they all stood up, in various stages of grief and disbelief - Spencer couldn’t even bear to stand up, hanging his head in his hands and wondering what he would do if Y/N died. She’d helped him off the dilauded; she was instrumental in his recovery and the best friend and person he’d ever known. She couldn’t die; she just couldn’t.

“We had to remove a few pieces of shrapnel from the vehicle from her leg, but thankfully none of them hit any major arteries.”

“So she’s gonna be okay?” Garcia sobbed, having just run in from Quantico after hearing of what happened.

The doctor swallowed hard. There was no guarantee. “She also sustained a head injury from the blowback. She’s in a coma. We…we can’t be sure whether she’ll wake up or not. If the swelling in her brain goes down, which we are treating now, then she likely will, but there’s no guarantee the medicine will work…I’m sorry.” As the doctor turned to leave, they all collapsed back into their seats.

“Hold on,” Spencer whispered into the void. “Please, don’t let go.”


No one could move. 

But Spencer couldn’t stay here anymore. His eyes puffy and his throat sore, he walked up to the front desk. “Can I go into Agent Y/N’s room?” he asked. They said anyone could earlier, but no one had been able to move. If there was any possible way for her to hear him, he needed to talk to her. He needed to let her know what she meant to him.

The nurse ushered him down the hallway and to the left where Y/N was stretched out, a cut on her forehead, some swelling, and stitches in four different areas on her legs. If they had gone in together, he would’ve been right here with her. He would’ve rather been here with her. At least then he wouldn’t be standing here helpless, watching the woman he’d loved for years hooked up to a monitor.

Sitting down at her side, he grabbed her hand and rubbed her palm, hoping she would miraculously wake up. “Y/N,” he started, feeling a little silly talking to someone who in all likelihood couldn’t hear him. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked as the image of Y/N being blown back to the ground re-entered his mind. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve insisted that we both go in together. But I need you to know, that I need you to come out of this. I…I love you. I’ve always loved you. The thought of not seeing you every day makes my heart ache. The thought of not hearing your snorting laugh makes my brain want to explode.” Tears once again streamed down his face. “I love everything about you. Please…fight. I need to see you alive.”

Spencer began to crumble as the nurse came into the room to check on Y/N. “I’m so sorry, Sir,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder as he cried. “But I need the room now.” 

“Just once second,” he said, bending down to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips. When Spencer stood up, he wasn’t sure whether his legs would hold up until he met up with the rest of his team. They barely did. Just as he saw them, pleading with their eyes for some kind of good news, he collapsed back into the chair he’d occupied earlier.


For nearly 40 hours, everyone on the team took turns sitting at Y/N’s bedside. With each update, her prognosis seemed better, but she still hadn’t woken up. After just a few hours of sleep, during which time he tossed and turned and screamed and cried, he returned to the hospital, sitting down and clasping her hand in his. 

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. “Spence,” he heard, his eyes popping open. “Spencer.”

“Y/N!” he cried, leaning over and crying on her hand. “Oh my god, you’re awake. I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she breathed, still groggy from almost two days out cold. “I love you, too, you know.”

“What?” he asked surprised. “You heard me?”

“Faintly. And you kissed me.” She smiled. It was a sweet smile - one that normally painted her face when she was embarrassed. He recognized it because he tended to look the same way. “Kiss me again.”

“I love you,” he repeated, taking her lips in his. “Thank you for fighting. I begged you to fight and you did.”

“I heard you.”