i got a new yellow kanken for this school year and i’ve already put some pins on it and it looks so cute!!!!!! i’m so excited to use it for the upcoming school year hahah at first glance it looks so small but it actually fits a lot:0000 so here’s what’s in my bag!
a folder: i use this folder for reply slips, notices, my temperature record sheet (which my homeroom teacher checks every morning to make sure we’re not sick) i find it easier to store things i need in the homeroom period in one place so i know where things are when i need them!
pencil case: i use a muji pencil box because i wanted to have a pencil case that is easy to carry and could hold a decent amount of pens. this pencil case holds three pens, one mechanical pencil, one eraser, one correction tape, one ruler, a clip, and a stapler. i was actually surprised when i found out that this case could hold so much with its small ass size (side note: the cover for the pencil case is actually the perfect size for my schedule so i sticked the schedule for my classes on there for my easy access!!!)
pencil bag: i know i already have a pencil case but hear me out!!! i found having a colour for each subject/class is really convenient and it makes things so much easier when you need to organise things such as planning a study schedule. so, i chose to buy another pencil bag for all my mildliners and some sticky tape (and correction fluid) now that’s a heavy pencil bag but you never know when you need those special supplies:>
planner: now we all know we absolutely need a planner to know what we’re doing a hundred percent of the time. a planner is essential for me cus i have no memory so if you tell me about an event that’s weeks away there’s no way i’ll be able to remember that. that’s why i dump all of my schedules into this nice little book and i don’t have to freak out about whether i have a test today.
memos: memos are so convenient and useful if you constantly forget things like i do and you need to remind yourself to for example, talk to a teacher during recess or hand in an assignment before lunch, they are also great to doodle on
macbook: i use google docs for most of my typed assignments and some of my notes so a notebook is definitely needed for me to work efficiently (unfortunately only some of my teachers allow us using devices during class:( )
charger: i bring a charger for both my phone and laptop just in case i forgot to charge the night before to save a life
earphones: to me, earphones are an essential whenever i go out because although we’re not allowed to listen to music in class in our school but it’s also nice to wake myself up by listening to music on the way to school and relax a bit with music after school
pouch: this pouch carries one lip tint, some lip balm, some moisturising cream, a mirror, and a comb. taking care of my looks wakes me up and keeps me in a good mood:D (plus, i once had lips so dry they started bleeding non-stop, that left me traumatised so i’m never going anywhere without my lip balm again)
some candy: i once almost fainted because i had low blood sugar so i say it’s for my health but who are we kidding i just like candy
hair tie: i hate sweating,,, i hate hair with sweat even more,,,,,, hair ties saves my ass
water bottle: i used to not understand the importance of water but boiii now i know how much i need water,,, i do choir so i usually just drink water when i’m singing and absolutely needed to drink (like after i run in pe) but now that i realised water keeps me awake and peeing a lot i remind myself to at least drink two big bottles of water before school ends:>
woww this was a long post,, i really enjoyed the process of typing this though because i’m reminding myself of what i need to bring for school and make sure i didn’t miss anything. i hope y’all enjoyed this useless information!!!
Imagine bringing your child out to public for the first time with Chris.
A/N: Here’s the epilogue! Oh my God, it’s always so hard to part with a series. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it, I’m not sure if I’ll be back again with another but we’ll see. I’ll be linking the previous parts here: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist)
You and Chris smiled as you watched your son look out the tinted window of the limousine; he was utterly mesmerized by the crowds of people waiting to see his father, as well as the rest of the ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ cast. As insane as it was, you and Chris had decided to take your seventeen month old baby to the premiere of Infinity War Part 2.
There were a few reasons that led to the decision: Chris not wanting to be apart from either of you, you not wanting to miss Chris’ premiere, the cast wanting Baby Cap to be apart of the celebration, Chris not wanting to constantly answer the question “when will we see Jack?”, both of you a little sick of the paparazzi trying to get a sneaky shot of your son; the list went on and on. It took a couple nights of discussion before you finally decided that it was time for your child to be introduced to Hollywood. You both agreed that if Ryan and Blake did it with ease, why couldn’t the two of you do it too?
“Daddy, look.” Jack glanced back at Chris as he poked his tiny finger at the window. “People,” he said with a wide grin which made you and Chris smile. “Lots of people.” He said then giggled to himself, making you and Chris chuckle.
It amazed the two of you how smart your son was at seventeen months old; he could speak in full sentences with zero baby talk. You believed it was because your son was a genius, whereas Chris said it was because of your control issues; you spoke to your son like you spoke to other adults, banning baby talk completely because- that was how your mom raised you and your brothers. Whatever the reason, you were both glad your son was the way he was because he made a very good conversationalist and gave both of you the company you needed when the other was working.
The limousine slowed to a stop and Jack gasped excitedly, carefully climbing off the leather seat and padding over to the door. “Let’s go,” he said and yanked at the locked door handle. “Daddy, let’s go. Open the door, please.” He grabbed Chris’ hand and put it on the handle, thinking his father could open what he couldn’t.
“Before I do, we’re going to have to talk man to man.” Chris told Jack. “Okay, buddy?” He asked for confirmation and Jack nodded in response. “There are lots of people here tonight, so you’re going to have to stay with-”
“Is Uncle Seba going to be there?” Jack quizzed.
“Yes, he is.” Chris nodded, chuckling softly. “Now you’re going-”
“What about Auntie Scar?” Jack continued to interrupt his father; Chris glanced at you with a weary smile and you pressed your lips together, suppressing your smile; he clearly got that from you. “Is she going to be there?”
“Yes sweetheart,” you told him, taking his small hands in yours. “They’re all going to be there. Uncle Rob, Uncle Tony, Uncle Chris, Aunt Liz, everyone is going to be there.” You said and he smiled. “Now can you please listen to us while we give out some ground rules?”
“Ground rules,” he nodded and pressed his lips together to show you he was done talking. You turned to Chris with a smug smirk and he scoffed, chuckling softly with a shake of his head. Jack Evans was close with his father, yes, but that boy was definitely your boy.
“You’re going to have to stay close to me and your daddy, okay?” You told him and he nodded. “There are going to be lots of people tonight, if you run off- we won’t be able to find you and that is going to make us very upset. You don’t want to see us upset, do you?” He shook his head. “Good,” you kissed the top of his head.
“But let’s say I do run off,” he began as you pulled away. “By accident,” he quickly added, feigning innocence before that cheeky grin; a splitting image of Chris, really. “Won’t Captain America just be able to find me?” He asked and made both you and Chris burst into laughter.
“You know what, bud.” Chris picked your laughing son up and hooked him onto his side. “I think it’s safer if you just cling onto Captain America tonight.” Jack giggled when Chris tickled him, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. “You too, beautiful,” he looked over at you with a smile and you nodded, slipping your hand into his.
• • • • • • • •
The crowd unsurprisingly went wild at the sight of the three of you on the red carpet, the surprising thing was how much your son enjoyed the attention; the one trait that he didn’t get from the two of you. He giggled every time he did something cute and got the crowds cheering for him, it definitely got you thinking about what career he was going to pursue when he was older. You and Chris glanced at each other, smiling as you watched your son wave at the cameras; perhaps being made for Hollywood was genetic.
“Chris, Y/N! It’s so good to see you again,” Alexia, a known reporter from Vanity Fair, greeted the both of you with a smile that grew wider when Jack smiled and waved at her. “Hi buddy,” she gave him a small wave. “This must be the famous Jack Evans, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”
“I’m famous?” Jack looked over at you and Chris; the both of you chuckled and nodded. “I’m famous!” He cheered, leaning back and throwing his arms in the air. “Daddy,” he cupped Chris’ face in his small hands, “I’m famous. Did you know that?”
“Do you even know what famous means, bud?” Chris chuckled softly.
“It’s what you and Momma are,” he responded. “And now I’m famous too.”
“He’s adorable,” Alexia commented and you both nodded in agreement. “It’s really nice to see all of you out and about. It’s been a while, especially for you, Y/N.” You nodded. “How has parenthood been treating both of you? Things must be a little chaotic around the house considering-” she gestured to Chris, “you have press and-” she gestured to you, “you’re just getting back into work. I heard you’ve just signed a contract with Paramount writing a drama?” You nodded. “So what’s life like at home? You both look great, by the way.”
“Doesn’t she?” Chris smiled at you.
“Oh stop it,” you looked over at Chris, chuckling, before you turned back to Alexia. “No, things have actually been really smooth sailing at home. Yes, we’ve got a lot on our plates but we’ve got a great family backing us up. Both our parents have been incredibly helpful, Chris’ siblings- Scott and Shana who don’t have kids of their own are always happy to help us with Jack. It also helps that Jack is superbly well-behaved,” you smiled at Jack when he giggled. “And that I’ve got a wonderful husband. We only work because we’re a team, and we are a very good team.”
“A well oiled-” Chris began only to be interrupted by Jack.
“Uncle Seba!” Jack spotted Sebastian and called out excitedly, reaching over Chris’ shoulder; Sebastian opened his mouth and widened his eyes, running over in the most comedic manner to make Jack laugh. “Uncle Seba!” He laughed, clapping his hands.
“Hey Jack Jack.” Sebastian booped his nose and Jack’s laughter grew louder. “You look so handsome in your little suit, I wish I was as handsome as you.” Jack tapped Chris’ shoulder and gestured for him to pass him over to Uncle Seba. “C'mere, bud.” Sebastian held out his arms with a soft chuckle.
“You basically gave a speech and he didn’t interrupt you once, but the second I speak-” Chris shook his head, chuckling as he passed Jack over to Sebastian. “You’re too much like your mom, Jack.” He said, straightened the back of Jack’s little jacket.
“I think he’s too much like you,” you disagreed, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “You always said you were a momma’s boy, right?” You whispered into his ear and he chuckled. “I guess this is payback for how you made your dad feel.”
“Look, who’s that?” Sebastian bounced Jack in his arms as he pointed at Anthony who was finishing up an interview a few meters down. “It’s Mack Attack, do you want to go say hi?” He asked Jack who immediately nodded. “Let’s-” He stopped himself when he remembered Jack wasn’t his kid and his parents were standing right there. “Can we?” He asked, his eyes as wide and innocent as your son’s.
“Please?” Jack pleaded. “Can we, please?”
“What do you think?” You looked over at Chris and he sighed, chuckling.
“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” you heard Sebastian whisper into Jack’s ear.
“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” Jack repeated for his father to hear and you all laughed. “Please, Daddy? Please can I go? I promise I won’t run off, I’ll stay with Uncle Seba until I see you and Momma again.”
“I’ll take good care of him,” Sebastian assured the both of you.
“Fine,” Chris finally caved. Sebastian and Jack grinned at each other and started to make their way over to Anthony, who had spotted them and was now grinning too. “If you lose him, Sebastian Stan, don’t bother coming back.” Chris called after them and earned a two finger wave from both boys, making you laugh.
“Relax,” you gently rubbed his back.
“Gee, thanks,” he bit sarcastically and you chuckled.
“Do you need a distraction?” You asked. “I’ve got some Gummi Bears in my clutch.”
“I think I’d much rather a kiss.” He told you and smiled when you leaned in, pressing your lips against his. You felt him smile as you smiled yourself. “Yeah,” he breathed when he broke it, resting his forehead against yours. “Much better.”
“Higher, higher!” You heard your son cheer and both of you turned in their direction; Anthony was now holding Jack, and tossing him in the air. Chris gasped whereas you chuckled. “Higher, Uncle Tony!” He squealed with delight as he was tossed up again.
“Mackie!” Chris pulled away from you and jogged over, leaving you behind. “How many times have I told you not to toss my son in the air! Hey, stop! Sebastian, I trusted you to keep him safe. That is not keeping him safe!”
“He’s a protective dad, isn’t he?” Alexia quizzed, laughing softly.
“Did we really expect him to be anything less?” You responded, smiling.
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU) Summary: Negan finds out where you work. Word Count: 3,325 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @brexja FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3This is just a filler. So, enjoy the smutty goodness… ;-)
- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡
-1559 words -fluff with a hint of sadness
study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was always alone with silent tears and studying.
my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.
“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.
A/N: Sorry, if it’s not amazing. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I just finished it. Teen Wolf Tuesday tomorrow, so I’ll be posting a new OC story Wednesday.
Request: i forgot to add this but it was a request by several people.
I composed myself before leaving the small room. It’d been about five minute since Theo had left leaving me there to reflect. Even with the memory fresh in my mind, I still couldn’t understand what happen. Well, I mean I know what happened, but I wasn’t sure why. Theo had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted with me. Torture me, kidnap me, even kill me. But instead, he’d chosen to fuck me. I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t enjoyed it. As I walked out of the room and roamed the unfamiliar passages of the piped line tunnels, I could feel the presence of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and remembered how he felt inside of me, my walls tightening around his length. My core wet with arousal, and then it made sense.
“Oh my god.” I said my eyes flying open. This was his pay back. This is what he wanted. He wanted me to think about him after he was gone, to fantasize about him.
‘Oh, he’s good.’ I thought. ‘But I’m better.” I plotted me plans for revenge as I made my way out. I reached a large metal fence door that lead outside. I pushed it open, and to my dismay saw Malia and Liam had left me. I didn’t blame them though, they probably figured I’d left them. Unfortunately, Malia had driven us there, so I was stranded. I pulled out my phone, annoyed that they hadn’t at least called me, but I quickly found out why. My phone had died, and I wasn’t sure how long it had even been dead. I sighed dreading the walk home, but before I began my long journey I saw a large black pickup truck parked off to the side. I change my course to investigate it. I recognized it instantly once I was close. It was Theo’s!
‘He must’ve not left yet.’ I thought. I peered into the tinted window and saw the keys in the ignition. I chuckled shaking my head.
“Stupid boy.” I muttered to myself. I walked to the drivers side and pulled open the door. I heaved myself in the large vehicle and quietly shut the door behind me. I always thought Theo was daft but could he be daft enough to leave his precious car vulnerable and unattended. I didn’t second guess it. I twisted the keys, and the truck roared loudly. I knew I’d be caught if I didn’t get the hell out, so I slammed on the gas and peeled off. I giggled crazily as I zoomed away from the scene. I’d just stole Theo’s car!
Oh my god. I’d just stolen Theo’s car!
Stealing was still a crime, and my revenge would be short lived if I was arrested for grand theft. I decided to ditch it somewhere in the woods, somewhere it’d take him a while to find.
I finally found the perfect spot on a hill over looking the town. I got out of the truck, keys in hand, a smile big on my face. I threw the keys somewhere in the woods and turned to leave. I listen to the keys fly through the air, but was stumped when I didn’t hear them come back down. I looked back in the direction I threw them, squinting trying to see what hindered them from falling.
I heard his devilish laugh before I saw him. Theo walked through the thick forest his keys in his hand.
‘Shit.’ I whispered under my breathe I was frozen in my spot.
“Nice try.“ He mocked. “No really. This was a cute stunt.”
“I…I uh needed a…a ride home.” I fumbled over my words. He came towards me until he was standing right in front of me.
“If you needed a ride Princess, you just need to ask.”
I gulped hard, trying to swallow my fear.
“S-stop calling me t-that.”
He chuckled. “Is that what you want me to do?” He grabbed my waist sternly pushing his hips into mine. “Or do you want me to give you a ride?” He rolled his hips against mine and I bit back a moan. Trying to regain control, I cleared my throat and pushed him away from me.
“I’m going home Theo! You got your stupid truck back, so leave me alone.” I spat turning from him and walking away. He grabbed my wrist whirling me around to face him.
“Leave you alone?” He said anger in his voice. “You stole my truck!” I ripped my hand from his grip.
“Only after you-” I stopped mid sentence knowing that if I admitted what he did. He’d win.
“Only after I what? Fucked your brains out?” He was getting cocky. I couldn’t let that happen, a blow to his ego should bring him down a notch.
“I mean it was alright.” I shrugged. The anger that was perviously in his voice was now on his face.
“Alright?” He repeated in disbelief. “I’ll show you alright.” He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me, only half unwillingly, to the black pickup. He opened the bed of the truck and lifted me onto it, so I was sitting on the edge of the door. He wedged his body in between my legs and placed his hands on my waist. He smirked cunningly at me, and leaned his face in closer to mine. I wanted him to kiss me, my head was screaming for him to plant his warm lips on mine. For them to line my body with kisses. He ghosted over my lips with his teasing me. He was doing it again, his game. His payback. He loved watching me beg for him, and I loved that he made me.
Did I just admit that? He moved his hands from my waist slowly down to my thighs creating goosebumps along the exposed skin. Our faces were still so close, and we were breathing each other’s air. Even his breath was intoxicating. As if I had no control, I started to connect our lips but stopped just as they brushed each other. I was playing a losing game but I had to at least try.
“Come on, Princess.” He breathed. I licked my lips and shook my head. He put his hands on the button of my jeans. “Kiss me.” He coaxed unbuttoning them in one swift motion. I shook my head again, I could feel his hard erection on my thigh weakening my will to resist. He unzipped them next, achingly slow and slipped his index finger past my panties reaching my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped my arms around his neck tangling my fingers in his hair. He chuckled. “Kiss. Me. NOW!” He commanded softly. Finally I pressed my lips to his hard and he began moving his fingers in a circular motion. I moaned into his mouth giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue in. He moved his fingers faster as the kissing got sloppier. Our tongues wrestled each other for dominance. The fire in my belly pooled threatening to spill into pleasure. He pulled his lips away from mine and landed them on my neck kissing down to the nape.
“You gonna come Princess?” He asked between kisses.
“Yes!” I moaned.
“Ask me.” He demanded biting my neck lightly. My edge was close, but I didn’t know what he wanted.
“Ask me if you can come!” He said as if reading my mind.
“Please Theo can I come?” I almost begged.
“Please who?” He question pulling back to look at me.
“Theo!’ I moaned out again knowing any second I could come. He pulled his fingers from clit and I whined at the loss of friction.
“You wanna come?” He teased.
“Yes! I said through gritted teeth.
“Then you ask Daddy if you can come.” He said gesturing to himself.
“Daddy?” I scoffed cocking an eyebrow. Theo didn’t like being mocked and put both hands at the collar of my shirt, ripping it in two. I gasped and looked down at my clad bra torso. He pulled the cups down under my breast and they spilled out. He wrapped his mouth around my right nipple and nibbled on it lightly, a groan slipping through my lips. I wanted, no, needed him to be inside of me.
“Daddy.” I moaned. He pulled back and switch breasts.
“There you go, Princess.” He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub, making me whine with pleasure. He smiled again, obviously satisfied things were going his way.
“My turn.” He said stepping back from me. His famous smirk stayed on his face as he unbuckled his pants. I reached out touching my hands over his bulge and was rewarded with a growl. He pulled my hand up to his button and made me undo it and his zipper. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees and I grabbed his stiff member with my hand pumping it a few times. He threw back his head letting out a full moan. I scooted off the truck and on the my knees to the leaf and stick littered forest ground. He grabbed my hair in a makeshift ponytail and pushed my head onto his member. It passed through my lips and to the back of my throat. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth, grunts and growls escaping from him.
“You’re mouth feels so good.” He groaned. “Maybe I’ll just fuck these pretty lips, and not you.” I let out a small whimper sending vibrations around him. He chucked and pulled out of my mouth with a ‘pop’.
“Take those off and get back up there.” He nodded to the bed of the truck. I obeyed him pushing my shorts down and just I went to do the same with my panties, he stopped me.
“Keep those. You look sexy in them.” I felt a pulse in my core from the compliment. I hopped back on the truck as he pulled out a condom, ripped open the foil packet, and he pushed the latex around his dick. He positioned himself back between my legs, and teased my bundle of nerves with his tip. I tilted my head back.
“Please Daddy! Please?” I begged. He moved my panties aside so he could push himself inside me. I groaned wildly when he entered me, he grabbed my hips thrusting in and out of me slowly. He felt better inside me then I remembered and I clenched my walls around him.
"Fuck you’re tight.” He moaned. I gripped the edge of the truck as his thrusts quickened, the truck moving in sync with his movements. Once again the familiar sensation in my core bubbled. “Faster.” I almost screamed.
“Say it!” He growled at me.
“Please Daddy. Faster.” He obliged pounding into me, perfectly hitting my g-spot.
“I’m going to-” I stopped myself knowing I’d have to ask to do what was only a few thrusts away.
“Daddy? Can I come?” I pleaded.
“Yes, come for me.” The words pushed me over my edge and I finally reached me toe curling orgasm. I let out an animalistic moan, the sound must have been just what Theo needed to come because he did seconds later. He rode out his orgasm, before crashing on top of me. Both our breathing was temporarily labored. As soon as they settled, he did something unexpected. He kissed me. Light, and sweetly. He pulled out, and took off the condom throwing it somewhere unseen. I pulled my shorts up and glanced over at Theo who was staring at me as he dressed.
“You know if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself more than I was.” I smiled.
“Well, you should know better.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and looked down trying to figure out how I was going to go anywhere with my shirt in two pieces. Theo took his shirt off, walking over to hand it to me. I smiled at him and pulled it over my head. He looked me over in his shirt and smirked.
THE POWER COUPLE || MALEC WEEK || Day 4: Greek Mythology
A lot of fandom contributed on Malec week and I am so happy to the contributions.I am motivated to finally write and contribute to malec week too. So here it is.I hope you guys like it.Forgive me if there are any mistakes.Here we go.
Note: Zeus(God of the Sky)
Poseidon (God of the Sea)
Athena(Goddess of Wisdom, War, and Useful Arts)
Minerva(Goddes of Wisdom)
The Power Couple
Alec was nervous but he had no reason to. He is a demigod with tall, dark and handsome features as expected from his father, Zeus. His battle strategy, quick thinking skill, strength and skill are none to others and he personally got told by Zeus that he is proud of him but he has to train and improve more. Some of the demigods seemed attractive to him but as awkward and shy as he is, he treated them as trouble. He let out a rumour of almighty proud son of Zeus where he doesn’t like to talk with anyone. He is just shy. Alec has stood one of the strongest men of the Demigod half-blood camp where half human children of gods are trained and camped until they graduate with skills and knowledge enough to blend in and survive while protect theirselves from mythical evil creatures.
Alec wore his quiver and grabbed his bow. This is the flag game training where the demigods are paired in two to fight for the flag at the top. His best friend and cousin, Jace, reached out to him. Jace is the son of Poseidon so literally they are cousins. Jace looked casually great in his flowing blonde hair with his mismatched blue and brown eyes. Jace is also popular in the camp with the girls because of his good looks, witty, flirty over-confident and cockiness pairing up with Izzy nicknamed of Isabelle, Alec’s younger sibling. The sibling trio is very popular in the camp as power trio.
“Hey” Alec greeted his cousin. “Hey back, Alec.” Jace said while preparing his long sword and armor. Their combination is great. Alec made strategy and backed up protection with his bow and arrows while Jace barged in bravely with his sword trusting his back to his cousin. “Ready for today?” Jace continued. “Let’s get this over with.” Alec grinned. “Where is Izzy?” Jace rolled his eyes to Izzy’s. She was in the centre of demigod boys. Alec rolled his eyes too.
“Attention. Welcome from the 159th Flag game. I am sure all of you are very excited.” The Centaur Instructor, Hodge , spoke grandly in pride.
“The rules are usual. But as we counted in the feedbacks, we’ve come to agree with a new rule. That is only fair and I bid you all will act according to it.”
They all frowned. What is the Instructor trying to do?
“No advance pairing. The pairing will be made by lottery method. Well, we can’t have choosing as we like in life, can we? Especially for the strong ones in battle.” Alec got uncomfortable. He and Jace won for 3 times in a row. I used my brain and skills too. Not to mention that no power rule. Alec screamed internally. Jace sighed.
Hodge kept up with his words, putting every demigods’ names to the bucket. He took out two each and paired them up.
“Isabelle, Daughter of Zeus pairing up with Simon, Son of Minerva.”
Izzy got up smiling and the boys were angry as Simon awaited her in a daze like she was his goddess.
“Jonathan Christopher, Son of Poseidon pairing up with Clarissa, Daughter of Athena.”
“Perhaps this isn’t so bad.” Jace grinned and patted Alec’s shoulder. “Damn, she is cute. Good luck, brother.” Jace walked over to the thin red hair girl with frackles. She stood out in her red hair.
Alec was nervous with no one left beside him. A couple of people were paired and he fidgeted so hard, thinking how troublesome it would be with someone he didn’t know.
“Alexander, Son of Zeus to be paired with Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.”
The audience gaspsed. Izzy couldn’t believe her brother’s luck and Jace’s mouth was dropped open. Alec shrinked into his seat wondering where is that guy or should he come find him. He blushed and his head hanged down, staring immersely into the ground. That is, until, somebody sat beside him.
“I am Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.” He heard as the person greeted him. The voice was kind, gentle and sweet. Alec looked up to the man and his jaw literally dropped. The man with caramel-skinned and dark spiked up hair who was looking at him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His silk sky blue shirt accompanied with beautiful accessories. He knew how to dress up with glitter for a man. Magnus chuckled as Alec couldn’t stop staring at him.
“I may be flashy as I seem but I promise you won’t regret.” Magnus added.
“No. No problem at all. I am Alec, Son of Zeus.” Alec handed out his hand.
“Alexander. I know.” Magnus took his hand, brought it to his lip and softly kissed the back of his palm. The whole audience who were eyeing on them the entire time gasped and it was loud enough for Alec to hear, unfortunately. Alec’s face burned with dark red tint blush across his cheek while Magnus savored his innocent blushing. Magnus stared straight into Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes without letting go of his hand. Boy, his hand was warm and Alec’s heart skipped a beat.
“Lay under me.” Harry smirks over at you, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner.
“Alright. I’ll do it.” You smile back, curious to see what his reaction to your agreement would be.
He immediately perks up, looking up at you with a bit of surprise mixed in with excitement. “Really?”
“Yep.” You agree, walking over and shimmying your way under Harry.
He begins to do the exercise and has you count for him, obviously trying to show off.
Every few push-ups he will steal a kiss from you, his lips connecting with yours for a few seconds before he continues his work-out, making you laugh at his flirting.
“Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight…” You keep going, too busy giggling as Harry makes silly faces at you to notice Liam walk into the room.
However, Harry notices.
A few more push-ups later he suddenly collapses over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring your bodies closer, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck. Before you can say anything about how sweaty he is, he begins to moan, rubbing himself against your leg as if he were thrusting.
“Oh, Y/N. Harder. Rub harder, baby. Fucking shit, I’m going to cum through my jeans if you keep it up, kitten. Mmmm–oh yeah. Ohh, I’m coming, Y/N!
Confusion takes over your face, but Liam speaks up before you can, finally making you aware of his presence.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry, guys, I didn’t know. I-I–shit–” He stutters, his face becoming flushed, his neck and cheeks tinting different shades of red and pink.
Liam stumbles over his feet, backing up to try and leave the room, running his shoulder right into the door frame.
“Bloody hell, w-who put that there?” He mumbles, turning and finally managing to scurry out of the room, clearly embarrassed.
Harry throws his head back, roaring with laughter. You follow suit, knowing that he had done it on purpose to traumatize Liam. It had been very funny.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You tell him when you both are done laughing, small giggles still slipping from both of your lips every now-and-then.
“Yeah, I know. But you gotta admit, that was priceless.” Harry snickers.
“It was hilarious.” You can’t help but agree, sliding up from underneath him to push yourself up off the ground, looking down at Harry with a large grin across your face. “But I’m going to go apologize. The poor boy must be crying.”
“You go do that,” Harry comments, flipping over onto his back, extending his arms over his head and stretching out his back. He then crosses his arms behind his head, giving you a cheeky half-smile. “I’ll stay here to recover from my post-orgasmic state.”
You smirk at him, shaking your head as you walk towards the door of the dressing room. “You really are something, Harry Styles.”
“And don’t you fucking forget it, bitch!” Harry calls after you in a shrill, high-pitched voice, imitating a woman.
Laughing, you walk down the hall, heading towards the dressing room Liam and Niall shared to apologize for almost giving Liam a cardiac arrest.
“What’s wrong, Christian?” “Just look where you’re going, baby,” he says softly. I’m heading for the on-ramp of the 520 in the direction of Seattle. When I glance at Christian, he’s staring straight ahead. “I don’t want you to panic,” he says calmly. “But as soon as we’re on the 520 proper, I want you to step on the gas. We’re being followed.” Followed! My heart lurches into my mouth, pounding, my scalp prickles and my throat constricts with panic. Followed by whom?My eyes dart to the rearview mirror and, sure enough, the dark car I saw earlier is still behind us. Is that it? I squint through the tinted windshield to see who’s driving, but I see nothing.
Summary: Emperor Ren holds the map that leads to Skywalker and the Resistance’s general–Leia Organa–requests you [an independent bounty hunter] to retrieve it. The only down part to it is, you and the emperor have history.
A/N: So I’ve been thinking of this idea for quite some time now, a few things were new ideas, but the overall thing has been on the back of my mind. I’m a huge fan of the idea of king/emperor ren as well as the anime cowboy bebop and I thought it would be cool to have the two worlds collide. It’s sort of a modern yet futuristic au as there’s space travel and hover crafts, but there’s still cars and basic weaponry. You’ll see, it’s pretty experimental but I like it. Enjoy and feedback is welcomed :) [also, this song may or may not have influenced the title]
Warning: Blood/Violence (although not so intense)
Word Count: 6.3K+
Heavy panting echoed in your ears, chest heaving as you found yourself slowly fading in and out. “Don’t you dare go…” You breathed out. Everything around you was fading, colors mixing into one another as the world around you began to blur. “Don’t…you dare go…” Taking in deep breaths as your chest began to ache, you reached your arm out and aimed the weapon in it. “Don’t you dare leave me!”
Summary: Peter has been avoiding Y/N while preparing for the upcoming battle with Thanos. Y/N thinks it’s because he just doesn’t like her, however his reasons run much deeper than she’d ever imagine. A simple miscommunication on Drax’s part now puts Peter in a very awkward position, live with the fear of becoming his father or act on desire.
Warnings: Sexual tension, flirty Peter and mild fluff
Word count: 2190
A/N: I know I’ve been gone for a while and I apologize. I’ve had some personal things that I had to deal with and now I’m back, hoping writing will help put me a bit more at ease. Hope you’re all doing well. My writing is a bit rusty so bear with me. 😚
Neither Y/N or Peter remember falling asleep during their Thundercats marathon but they did. Peter didn’t even remember the shift of positions on the couch that had him sprawled out, one leg laid across the length of the couch and the other propped up on the small coffee table that sat in front of the couch. His head was nestled comfortably on a decorative pillow that was propped up on the arm of the couch.
He only remembered waking up to the soft blue glow of the TV and tiny Groot looking him right in the eye. Seeing Groot so suddenly made him give a slight jolt in shock and surprise. “Come on, man! I hate it when you do that.” Peter scolded Groot in a soft voice but only earned a soft smack on the cheek from Groot who then placed a finger over Peter’s lips in an attempt to shush him.
“I am Groot.” Groot returned the scolding in a small whisper before pointing down beside Peter.
Peter arched a brow and that’s when he felt it, a slight stirring at his side. His eyes shot down to see Y/N laid up against him, snugly wedged between himself and the couch. Her head was resting on his chest right over his heart and her fingers were curled up lightly into the fabric of his shirt. He watched as she snuggled herself down deeper into his side, one of her legs moving up to drape over his as her cheek nuzzled into his chest. Her actions making his arm wrap lightly around her chilled shoulders. Knowing she had to be cold, Peter pulled his jacket from the back of the couch and very carefully placed it over her exposed shoulders.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Peter snorted very softly so he didn’t risk waking her as he took another good glance at her sleeping form. He turned his attention back to Groot as he climbed over Peter’s leg and scurried over to Y/N, snuggling himself into her, resting comfortably in the exposed crook of her neck. “Careful, don’t wake her, buddy.” Peter whispered with a yawn, his fingers absentmindedly stroking through her hair.
“I am Groot?” Groot asked looking up at Peter with tired eyes.
“No buddy, we’re not leaving any time soon so get some sleep.” Peter yawned with a shake of his head before relaxing back on the couch. Normally Peter wasn’t fond on “snuggling” like this, he was mostly a love ‘em and get 'em out kinda guy but right now…. He surprised himself on how much he was enjoying have a warm body pressed against his that wasn’t in a sexual way.
Peter smiled slightly before closing his eyes, his fingers still trailing through Y/N’s hair, earning a soft sigh of contentment from the sleeping woman.
The next morning, Y/N yawned deeply, a hand coming up to rub the sleep from her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had such a restful sleep. Normally she would toss and turn all night but last night she slept like a rock.
She squinted at the small rays of sunshine that were pouring in from her window. She went to stretch out her body but she felt what she thought was her couch move under her. Her body jolting up with a fright the moment she heard a deep groggy voice mutter a “Good morning”.
Y/N squeaked and sat up quickly, looking down with wide eyes to see Peter laying under her. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” She covered her mouth, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she watched a sleepy Peter Quill stretch his arms up over his head and let out a deep yawn.
“Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed being your body pillow.” He spoke through the yawn, his fingers running through his hair, giving him that perfect bed head look.
“I honestly don’t remember falling asleep.” She laughed softly, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. “Thanks for not throwing me in the floor.”
Peter chuckled and sat up, his hands rubbing his eyes. “I’d never toss you in the floor, you’re too damn warm and plus you make these cute chipmunk sounds when you sleep.”
Y/N laughed and picked up the pillow at her end of the couch, tossing it at him playfully. “I do not!” She blushed brighter.
Catching the pillow, Peter tossed it back at her before nudging her playfully with his elbow. “You do too. Sounded like you were having a full on Alvin and the Chipmunk conversation going on in your sleep.” He teased with a chuckle.
Rolling her eyes, Y/N gave him a slight shove. “Yeah? Well you snore worse than the Hulk.” She smirked before pulling Peter’s jacket off of her shoulders and tossing it gently across the back of the couch. She glanced to the coffee table and saw Groot sitting on the table, eating from a bag of chips that she and Peter had opened last night. “Groot, honey that’s not a good breakfast. Let me get changed and I’ll make you something.”
“Actually Groot and I should probably get going before your man comes home and catches us all snuggled up on the couch.” Peter spoke up as he stood up slowly. “That’d be a little awkward.
"I don’t have a man.” Y/N scoffed as she leaned back on the couch with a casual shrug. “Only an ex that pesters the ever living fuck outta me.” Peter watched as an annoyed look flashed across her face.
“Oh?” He asked with an arched brow. “Judging by that look, I’m guessing you broke up with him and he still hasn’t gotten the hint yet?”
Nodding her head, Y/N chuckled and looked up at the space outlaw. “He comes here every day asking for me to give him another chance but I caught him in bed with a rookie SHIELD agent’s legs wrapped around his shoulders. I ended it and he won’t accept it. He works here and he’s a good worker so even when Tony threatened to fire him I told him it wasn’t worth it.” Y/N explained while getting up to her feet. “Still every day he comes back and begs for mercy.”
Peter frowned at the thought of this guy, a spark of jealousy lighting inside of him. Why jealousy? He wasn’t sure, but the guy was obviously a creep and Peter didn’t like the situation and it seemed kinda stalkerish to him. Peter has had his fair share of overly clingy lovers and now he prided himself on being an expert to get rid of them. “So lover boy comes around everyday? About what time?” Peter inquires with a sly smirk coming to his lips.
Y/N arched a brow at Peter’s sudden interest in her ex but leaned over to snatch her phone up off the coffee table to check the time. “It’s about six thirty now, normally he comes around seven or seven-fifteen. Why?”
Shrugging quickly, Peter nonchalantly glanced around her living quarters. “No reason, just curious.” he replied quickly before turning his mischievous eyes back to hers. “Hey, mind if I get cleaned up here? If I don’t at least look like I’ve showered, on top of wearing last night’s clothes before heading back to the ship–Rocket will have his spread all over this place that we hooked up. I can probably get away with telling him I was just too lazy to find clean clothes.”
“Charming,” Y/N giggled while nodding, beckoning Peter to follow her. “Forget Rocket, if Richard sees you leaving my room today he’ll lose his damn mind and spread it faster than wildfire.”
“Oh his name is Richard? Good to know. I was gonna refer to him as the 'cheating dick’ if I ever got the good fortune to meet him, but knowing his name is Richard makes that even better. He actually is a cheating Dick.” Peter laughed as he followed Y/N into her bedroom. He paused long enough to take a nice look around at the large comfy looking bed that was clad in black and purple sheets. “Are those silk sheets? You have purple silk sheets on your bed?”
Y/N blushed as an amuses look came over Peter. “Y-yeah, I got them once I was single.” She nodded and watched as Peter walked over to her bed and jumped right in the middle of it. Causing the sheets to puff up and become unmade. “Really?”
“You bought these for the sex didn’t you? You planned on having a string of lovers break in your sexy silk sheets, that’s the only reasons chicks get these.” Peter taunted Y/N as he folded his arms behind his head giving her a suggestive look.
Y/N felt herself get flustered and knew this was Peter’s aim, hell two could play this game. “No, no lovers, I normally sleep naked and those sheets feel so good against your skin. You should try it some time.” She smirked watching a light red tint rise up form Peter’s neck to his ears. Clearly he wasn’t ready for a comeback of any kind after a comment like that he let his eyes go over her body, taking in every curve and every bit of exposed skin. Y/N could feel the tension beginning to form. After a night of actually talking to him and exchanging stories, it definitely didn’t take long to grow a fondness for him. Drax had to be wrong, this kind of tension didn’t form if someone found the other person repulsive, right? Why did she care? And HOW THE HELL DID HE MAKE HER BLUSH SO EASILY? She lived with Tony Stark, that man had a silver tongue but he never made her blush this much.
“Well fuck, we should’ve slept in here last night.” He finally shot back as he crawled off the bed and followed her into her nice sized bathroom.
“Why? So you could tell every one I sleep naked?” Y/N snickered as she went to the closet and pulled out a clean towel and wash rag for Peter, sitting them neatly on the marble counter.
“Listen, sweetheart, I’m not one to keep someone from their normal level of comfort. If you normally sleep in the buff then by all means, don’t stop just because I’m there.” He smirked waiting for her to turn her back before giving her a swift, playful nudge. “Ya know, we could probably save water if you joined me?” Peter threw how the cheesiest line he could come up with, in truth he wanted to see her blush again and laugh. He had already come to love the sound of her laugh. Maybe that was because she laughed at his jokes unlike Gamora who just would glare at him.
Y/N smirked and turned to face him, closing the gap between them so her body was merely inches away from pressing up against his. “Yeah? I would definitely love to join you, handsome,” She teased, mocking an innocent look, “but first you gotta tell me what in the seven hells is an A'askvarian?”
Peter instantly rolled his eyes and pushed her away playfully. “Shut the door on your way out.”
Unable to stop giggling, Y/N walked past Peter and pulled the door shut behind her. “Don’t waste all my hot water, Star-Lord.”
Unable to control his smile, Peter watched Y/N with a fond gaze as she walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. He enjoyed her playful nature and the fact that she could joke along with him and not he weirded out by his natural ability to flirt. Natasha was right when she told Peter that Y/N was easy to get along with, however just being around her only fueled his desire for her. He knew he wanted her before but now, after a short time of getting to know the person she was and that the two or them shared so many common interests, it was going to be hard as hell for him to contain himself and not make a move. He was constantly reminding himself that he wouldn’t be there forever and not to get attached. He just hoped he could control himself once her ex showed up, Peter did not do well with competition, especially when a female was involved.
Imagine sitting next to Chris on a flight to New York.
You slung your bag over your shoulder as you strolled through the air-bridge along with your fellow passengers headed for New York City. You were finally headed home after spending the last two weeks in and around Rome; it was meant to be a holiday but somehow you let work get in your way. You were a huge fan of Italian cuisine and couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some research for your restaurant. You were a lot like your father in that manner, you were always more than willing to work yourself to the core if it meant improving in the kitchen. How did people think you ended up with the title of ‘New York’s Finest Chef’? There was a plus side to your exhaustion, you were promised sleep the entire flight home.
You passed your first-class ticket to the stewardess and upon looking at your seat number, she grinned. “Aren’t you lucky?” She commented, much to your confusion. “On the right.” She directed you to your seat with a gesture of her hand.
You narrowed your eyes in confusion as she passed your ticket back to you. You shook your head with pressed lips then glanced at your ticket as you made your way down the aisle, scanning for your allocated seat.
You found your seat by the window, in the seat next to you was a very well-built man in a tight blue Henley shirt. Even though you couldn’t properly see his face because he was hiding it behind a black cap and a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses, it was obvious he was very good looking man from what you could see.
“Hi, um- sorry, excuse me.” You addressed the man and he looked up at you, his face prompting continuation. “I just need to get to my seat,” you told him and pointed to the empty seat next to him.
“Oh, right.” He spoke and you found his voice oddly familiar. “Uh- sorry.” He chuckled softly then smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth before getting to his feet. “After you.” He stepped into the aisle so you could get through to your seat.
You sat down and got settled then watched as he did the same. He looked incredibly familiar and you didn’t know why. If only he’d just take off those damn sunglasses so you could get a glimpse of his face and figure out where you’d seen him because- you were about ninety percent sure you knew him from somewhere. You wondered if you had been of service to him before. It was possible, your restaurant had catered many A-List parties as well as served quite a number of the rich and famous. You wanted to ask but he didn’t seem to recognize you so you left it, fearing the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself.
“Thanks,” you turned to him with a smile. “And don’t worry about standing up again, I’m most likely going to sleep through the entire flight anyway.” You told him as you pulled out your iPhone and headset from you bag before shoving it back under the seat in front of you.
“Here I was thinking I had a companion to chat with.” He joked then chuckled lightly and you felt yourself doing the same. “Are you in Rome for work?” He quizzed and you nodded. “Same here. Are you headed home?”
“Mm hm,” you nodded. “How about you?”
“Not quite,” he shook his head. “I’m an American, obviously, but um- I’m not from New York. I’m just there for a week for a few more press tours before I’m allowed back to Boston to see my family. Let’s just say that it has been a loooong six months for me,” he stated it out dramatically then laughed when you did.
You turned and looked out window, thinking about what he had just said and replayed it in your head. You picked out a few words and phrases that stuck out for you; 'New York’, 'press tours’, 'Boston to see my family’, and 'loooong six months’. It kind of reminded you of the interview your favorite actor, Chris Evans did a couple days ago. Your body stiffened in your seat and you turned back to the man sat next to you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was too busy reading something on his phone to realize you were gawking at him. The longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how much he looked like Chris Evans; you’d seen enough pictures of him to recognize that magnificent jawline, even when it was hidden behind his beard.
“Captain America?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He laughed softly and though you were embarrassed, it did tell you that you were sitting next to Chris Evans. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, feeling your hands sweat.
“Shhh.” He pressed his index finger to his lips and you immediately did as he asked. “You don’t want me to share my attention with other fan girls, do you?” He teased and a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I’m Chris Evans, but I’m sure you already know that.” You nodded, your lips still slightly parted. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered and he whipped off his sunglasses, his eyes wide and his lips parted; he looked about as stunned as you were. “What?” You asked nervously. “Is there something on my face?” You asked then consciously touched your face.
“You’re not that young chef that owns that restaurant Clover, are you?” He asked and you chuckled in amazement that he’d heard of you. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed, drawing slight attention. “I love Clover! Seb introduced me and now I eat there every time I’m in New York. Seb’s in-love with you by the way, he is going to freak out when he hears that I met you.”
“Bucky Barnes likes my food?” You found yourself giggling like a school girl, drawing laughter from Chris. “Oh my God, this is insane! I can’t believe you know who I am,” you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re Captain freaking America.”
“And you’re Y/N freaking Y/L/N!” He exclaimed then laughed. “What’s your secret, how did you become such a good chef?” He asked then spoke again before you could answer. “And how the hell did you manage to remain smoking hot?” Your cheeks flushed and you bit back your smile. “I’d been ten times my current size if I can cook as well as you.”
“Passion and a lot of exercise,” you answered with a light chuckle. “You should know, you work about as hard as I do. Speaking of your work, you did a great job on The Civil War. Everyone was fantastic but you, Captain, were my favorite,” you admitted and he smiled with lightly tinted cheeks. “I particularly enjoyed the helicopter scene.”
“Of course you did.” He laughed and grabbed his left boob; a signature move. “Well, color me honored and incredibly lucky to be sitting next to you.” You chuckled. “I promise I won’t be too much of a bother, as soon as the plane takes off- I’ll let you sleep.”
“Sleep when I’m sitting next to you?” You laughed and you saw his smile widen. “My brother would murder me if he heard I had pass up an opportunity to get all the dirt from Captain America himself, and I’d murder myself.”
“Don’t you dare,” he warned teasingly. “What would I do for food when I’m in New York?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed. “Tell you what, since you’re giving up sleep for me. How about I take you to dinner, somewhere you don’t have to do anything but relax?”
Did he just ask you out on a date?
“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that,” you told him.
You were very much single, you just thought it’d be fun to make him work for it a little. Of course you were going to say yes, single or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Chris Evans, otherwise known as Captain America. If you were in a relationship, your boyfriend should have understood how great that opportunity was and allowed for it to happen. If he didn’t then well- you clearly chose wrongly.
“Oh um-” Chris winced. “I am so sorry, I thought- um- don’t- yeah,” he rambled and you suppressed your urge to laugh. “You tell your boyfriend he is a very lucky man,” he finally got out an coherent sentence.
“I will when I meet him,” you giggled and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I’m single, Cap. I was just teasing you,” you told him then laughed when he did. “That was cute, you were very flustered.”
“Is that a yes to dinner then?”
“Mm hm.” You nodded and held your hand out for his phone, he passed it to you without hesitation. “But a no to not cooking.” You started to key in your number. “I just got back from a research trip, I’ve got a lot of ideas, and I could use a guinea pig,” you explained and he chuckled softly. “My number is in there, I’ll text you a time and date. Think you can handle a degustation menu?” You asked, holding out his phone for him to take.
“With you?” He smirked and purposely brushed your hand as he took his phone back. “Definitely.”