vacation had to just get away

anonymous asked:

i saw what you said about burnout in your field, and since i'm in library school right now i was wondering if you had any advice to combating burnout? or maybe how to get an escape plan?

Hopefully you’ll never need an escape plan, because you’ll love LIS and your job. But yes, burnout is a big problem because 1) we work with the public almost constantly and 2) we’re expected to do A LOT and often a very wide variety of tasks.


  1. USE YOUR VACATION DAYS. Public servants get a good amount of them for a reason. We need them. I always worked jobs where we had very few days or the company made it really hard to take days off, but it’s so important for librarians to take those days. Even if you don’t have a big trip planned, try to take off even just half a day every month. Take a long weekend every month if you like! Give yourself a break and some time away from work. Even better if you can plan them right after times you know will be stressful.
  2. Make time for the parts of your job you love. Programming and making displays are my favorites, so I try to set aside a good chunk of time to dedicate to these things. Sometimes I’ll spend a whole morning just crafting to test out ideas or make examples for programs and that helps me relax, but also get some joy out of my job.
  3. Hang out with your friends—in and outside of work! Getting along well with your coworkers does wonders, but it’s important to see people you don’t work with, too. Sometimes you just need to NOT talk about work for awhile.
  4. Stop checking your email at home. Seriously. Trust people to take care of things when you’re gone.
  5. Be mindful of how much you can handle. If you’re starting to feel overwhelmed, chances are you’re already doing too much. Do your best to balance the load or spread it out so the most stressful things don’t all happen at once.
  6. Say no. You don’t need to be on EVERY committee. Additionally, be willing to delegate things out and remember that just because something was your idea doesn’t mean you need to be the person to make it a reality. Sometimes you need to pass things off and that’s okay.
The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by 8bit-arc-reactor

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Reason // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by hohbi


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“You’re kind of an asshole” - Superboy x Reader

I just finished season 2 of Young Justice (I know, I’m super late to the party)…And I kinda totally love Conner. So. Here we go. 

Summary : Reader is Batman and Catwoman’s daughter, and has a thing for Superboy…Maybe part one of a series ? Don’t know yet. 


(My masterlist blog here :


You were SO DONE with Superboy and Miss Martian lovey dovey behavior. So damn done. They were always smiling stupidly or looking lovingly at each others and all of that bullshit. Besides, you totally had a crush on Conner since the day you met him, and seeing them together made your heart ache a bit. 

Except that you were wrong. Because his eyes shone with love not for Megan, but for you…But you didn’t notice. You thought he was looking at her when he never was, as you were always there, in the background. You never even noticed that he kept his eyes open while kissing her to stare at you. Your oldest brother, Dick, noticed, and was fomenting a plan to clear things up for the both of you, hopefully not hurting M’gann in the process. 

M’gann was feeding him a cookie when you finally had enough, rolling your eyes to the sky, you left the room under his gaze, unaware of his attention. 

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My Fake boyfriend Part 8

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2910

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by seabasschino

Before the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own. But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid, their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.  

During the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets. This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have again, the possibility of a family.

You were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.

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The only reason Donald Trump is getting away with any of this shit is because he’s white. Don’t tell me it’s because he was democratically elected and you’re just respecting the outcome. Fuck. Off. If Obama had pulled ONE, just ONE of the things that Trump has pulled there would’ve been hell to pay.

Could you imagine what would’ve happened if Obama had approved that military raid causing the death of all those civilians and a Navy SEAL? If he had blamed Bush instead of taking responsibility? If he had then GONE ON VACATION?!

Face it. America is going down the drain because the people who really matter, and the people who could actually change things will never step up to a white rich cishet man.

My Little Secret

They had met in Jamaica when Harry went to get away, to write, to have no distractions. But then she came out of nowhere, she was on vacation with her friends, spring break. She was cute, and Harry took a quick liking to her, she was different. She didn’t want to know Harry Styles from One Direction, but just Harry Styles as a person. 

He liked the way she laughed, the way she was carefree but at the same time she wasn’t. He liked the way that she had to plan everything before it happened, that she hated not knowing. He liked the fact that she was a college student, a waitress, a regular girl. He loved the fact that she private, and didn’t want any camera’s on her, she wanted no part in his famous life. She wanted him behind closed doors. The only person in her life that knew about him was her roommate, other than that she kept her lips sealed.

And at the beginning it was easy, he could visit her, she could visit him. She went to his private show in London, met his family. They all loved her, who wouldn’t? She met his friend, his band mates, she sat in the crowd and people just assumed she was a fan. They came in separate cars, him with his team, she would drive her 2008 Ford, they would leave in separate cars. They made it work. 

“When did you get here?” Harry asked, relaxing in the shade near the pool. 

They were careful, up until his three day holiday in Mexico. She stood by the doorway, her sun flower covered dress laid over her bathing suit, sunglasses on her face. 

“About twenty minutes ago, I ran up stairs to change,” she smiled, “how’s your break?”

“Would be better if you laid here with me,” Harry grins, patting the spot next to him.

She laughs, laying next to him, he wraps his arm around her, the two face each other, their faces inches apart, “did you get a hair cut?” he asked, picking up the ends of her hair. 

“Yeah,” she smiled, “I got it the other day.”

“‘s nice,” he yawns, dropping her hair, “I’ve missed you.”

She kisses his jaw line, moving up to the corner of his mouth, “missed you more,” she mumbled, kissing him, “your sister requested to follow my instagram, I had to decline.”

Harry laughs, Y/N made it clear she wants her privacy. And if Gemma, Anne, Harry, and all his friends and family followed her on social media and shared pictures people would start asking questions, something she wasn’t ready for. 

“Did you see me on the late late show?” He asked. 

“I stayed up every night,” she says, making him smile, “your performance of Kiwi gave me life I had no idea I was missing.”

He laughs, moving her body closer to him, and then wrapping his leg around her, “is that so?” he asked. 

She nods, “are you joining me next week?” Harry asks, lips in a pout. 

“I wish, but I have work,” she sighs, “I have to make money to pay for college, you know like normal people.”

“Ugh,” Harry groans, “what about June?”

“I’m all yours,” she promised. 

“We are going out to eat,” Mitch says, leaning against the island in the kitchen. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, placing her chin on the palm of her hand, she tears her gaze away from Harry to Mitch. 

“Some restaurant Claire found,” he shrugs, “I take it you guys won’t be coming?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Sarah asked, walking in, she sets her back on top of the island, “didn’t you two come out yet?”

“No, why would you think that?” Y/N asked. 

“There are pictures of you like everywhere,” Sarah says, handing her phone to Y/N.

She grabs it, scrolling through twitter. 

Y/N Y/L/N is the girl Harry is with, here is her twitter. 

She’s not that pretty. 

LOL she looks like trash. 

IDK I would put in more effort in my appearance if I was Y/N.

Y/N is cute, leave her alone. 

If Harry likes her, I like her. 

Y/N needs to lose some weight, where did she come from anyways?

I bet Y/N is with him for the money.

Harry grabs the phone, pictures of them from the pool are posted everywhere, links to her social media are attached to tweets.

“Oh God,” Y/N rubs her temples, “how did they find me so quickly?”

“Please don’t listen to them,” Harry says. 

She sighs, she had seen how the fans reacted to his past rumored girlfriends, it was the last thing she wanted. 

“This is crazy,” she says, grabbing her own phone to see calls and texts from her friends, DM’s from people in her school, “this is the last thing I wanted.”

“Why are people like this?” Mitch sighed. 

“Y/N,” Harry says gently. 

“I’m fine,” she shrugs, turning off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, “it was bound to happen at some time anyways.”

“It should’ve happened when you were ready though, not when some guy wanted a pay check,” Harry says, frowning. 

She grabs his hand, “my social media is on private, and I don’t plan on changing that, yeah people know about me, but they can’t really ever know what happens when it’s just us, which is what really matters.”

“‘m sorry love,” Harry kisses her hand, “I know this isn’t ideal.”

“Hey, you have to put up with me and my baggage, I have to do the same, your baggage just happened to be millions of camera’s,” she teased. 

“Sometimes you can get a really good profile picture though,” Harry jokes. 

She rolls her eyes, leaning over the island and kissing him quickly, “you’re very lucky I like you a lot,” she smiled. 

“I’m a very lucky man,” Harry agrees, a smile on his face. 

He grabs his phone sending out one little tweet. 

Please share the love, she’s a wonderful girl who makes me happy, H.

“Stop signing your tweets! We know they’re from you!” Claire yelled, walking into the room. 

Forgive or Forget IV

Forgive or Forget IV
[Sometimes effort isn’t enough]

◇ Forgive or Forget I  ◇ Forgive or Forget II   Forgive or Forget III

This was all for the better.

That had been your mantra as you actively distanced yourself from Christian. You couldn’t get mad at Kiseok for not putting his all in the relationship when you weren’t doing the same thing. Christian was only filling a void in your heart and with some effort Kiseok could mend the very hole he caused….Couldn’t he?

Not too much had changed between you two. Kiseok still had busy days where he was pretty much ghost and he made up for that with overly affectionate days. However, you were happy that you were able to have a mini vacation and visit his parents in Busan and enjoy your time together. Any time you were able to get away reminded you why you loved him so much.

“Mm..Kiseok-Oppa?” you yawned rolling over, seeing Kiseok get up from bed. “Where are you going?”

“Baby don’t get up.” he stretched, slipping on his pants. “Jay just texted me and told me that the file for the new song got corrupted, I gotta head down there.”

“This late? Can’t it wait?” you sat up in frustration.

“I’m gonna need to re-record everything. I don’t wanna put it off, and the compilation album is almost done. I can’t let down the guys”


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Speak Softly, Love (3)

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Part 1 | Part 2


The silence between the three of you was deafening, each second passing made you feel worse, wondering what was going to happen now that you and Sehun were stupidly caught by Junmyeon.

“Sehun, you should know better!” you jump in surprise at the sound of Junmyeon’s angry voice. Sehun first took you by the hand to bring you up to sit next to him.

In all the years that you have known Junmyeon, you had never seen him angry. Not even once. He was always sweet and kind, and displayed nothing but a caring nature towards you and the other boys.

“Are you not going to say anything?” he asks again, raising his voice more than the last time. “How long has this been going on?”

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Love is the Punchline Extra #1

the one with Harry making excessive amounts of puns, and they’re probably only funny because Y/N is madly in love with him.

Love is the Punchline: Prequel, Part 1 (tfln), Part 2 Part 3

(A/N): This was the original ending to Love is the Punchline Part 3 but honestly I wanted to make it a separate, little blurb so I did. And that’s that. Not really a full piece in itself, which is why it’s got the “Extra” title. Dunno why I’m explaining all this, but I did. And that’s that. Hope you enjoy!

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Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 4

hFandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 1,000+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, (Everybodyyyy is at least mentioned), Tony, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Bucky…

Warning: More awkwardness? 

Author’s Note: So, I don’t really know how to describe this part, it’s more Avengers family cuteness and awkward Y/N before the big stuff. I just love writing awkward reader, because it’s like me lol (I’ve been away because I’ve been on vacation! Rewatching Star Trek Beyond for that request tonight!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by little--batman

Peter practically stumbled out of his room and toward the elevator. It had taken him forever to fall asleep after getting back to his room and getting up was no easy task either. He slung his duffel over his shoulder as he pushed the button for the elevator. He’d shoved your sweatshirt into the top of his bag so he wouldn’t forget to give it back to you. The thought of you falling asleep on his shoulder last night woke him up a little.

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Easy Woman

Note: cannot believe this is finished wow dude. title and concept based on a specific scene in the drama Another Miss Oh. Also, this is very much reader-centric rather than member-centric. I hope you’ll still like it though. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Romance
Warnings: none (but if we’re being real, internalized fatphobia, insecurity, slut-shaming if you squint)
Word Count: 7582
Rating: E, for everyone (but caution because it’s a romance, and there are kissy-kissy times)


“The problem has nothing to do with how you look. None of that really matters- well actually it does kind of matter, but you don’t have to worry about the looks portion, seriously…” Yoongi pauses, eyeing you cautiously as if you’d explode at his words. “You’re too easy.”

Your kneejerk reaction of incredulous disbelief blooms into heated indignation on your face, and Yoongi holds up his hand to stop you from releasing a seventy-two-words-per-minute rebuttal. You are, probably, the purest form of Extra Virgin Olive Oil at your age; and you haven’t even gotten to the point of kissing someone in bed let alone sex (“At Your Age! At Your Age!” your brain likes to shout at you), so how Yoongi can call you “easy” is beyond logic – if anyone was asking you.

“I mean,” he clarifies, with a tired sigh, “You are way too easy with your heart.”


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PSA if your meds run short

One thing I didn’t know until a miscommunication with my doctor last thanksgiving meant ran out of my anxiety meds before my next appointment: your pharmacy will help with this?

Like, they not only contacted my doctor *for* me to try to get a temporary filler in place, but when it turned out there was no way to get ahold of my doctor (she was on vacation for the holiday) and I was going to be short a day and a half of pills (NOT a good thing w/ my particular meds) they just… gave me a week of pills? For free, even.

I did *not* know they would do that. I would not have even thought to ask, except my mom told me when I was panicking on the phone with her. (Apparently she has had to do this for my grandma a *lot* when she forgets to refill her prescriptions–particularly while away traveling.)

So, yeah, that is my PSA for anyone who isn’t aware. Go into a pharmacy, talk to them, see what they can do to help you. They want you to have the meds you need.

What time do you call this?

Stefan x reader

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

8. “Wanna bet?”

13. “Kiss me.”

You sighed as the bartender brought you yet another drink. You were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend, Stefan, but he was over half an hour late already, and didn’t seem to be showing anytime soon. Just as you were contemplating leaving and telling him you could do this another time, a man appeared in the corner of your eye. You turned to look over at him with a friendly, but a little weary, smile. 

“This seat taken?” He asked. 

You hesitated before replying. Normally you would have told him yes and be done with it, but you were tired and pissed off with Stefan. “Nope,” you replied. “It’s supposed to be, but he’s looking like a no-show.”
“What? That’s a shame, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone.” You smiled in response as he ordered himself a drink. The two of you began to make small talk as the time went by, and before long you were actually getting along quite well. He had just finished telling you an incredibly amusing story and you were laughing whole-heartedly, when Stefan walked into the bar. You didn’t notice him at first, not until he came and stood behind the man you were speaking to, giving the pair of you a less than friendly look. He coughed to get your attention. 

“Oh, Stefan,” you said, surprised. “I guess I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I’m sorry, I got held up,” he told you. “Who’s this?” He had a smile plastered across his face, but it looked slightly sinister when directed at the man. 
“We just got talking,” you explained.

“Hey, man, your girlfriend is lovely. You shouldn’t leave her waiting so long next time,” said the man amicably, and stood up to vacate his seat for Stefan. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you replied cheerily.

When the man had walked away, Stefan sat down opposite you. “What time do you call this?!” you exclaimed. 

“I told you, I got held up,” he said.

“You got held up? Is that all the explanation I’m getting?”

“What else do you want me to say? Do you really want to know what Damon has got himself into this time?”

You sighed. “I suppose not.”
“And anyway, you seemed to be managing quite fine without me,” he said, a little nastily. 

“I was bored. And I wasn’t exactly doing anything wrong, we were just talking.”

“Just talking? It looked a lot like flirting to me.”

“Well, it wasn’t. Wanna bet? You can get him over here and ask if you really want to know.”
Stefan shook his head, turning his attention away from you to order a drink.

“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” You put your hand on his arm to spin him towards you, a laugh waiting behind your words. “You never get jealous! God, it must have been really bad with Damon.”
“I’m not jealous,” snapped Stefan.

“Yes you are,” you said in a sing-song voice, teasing him. “Admit it.”
“Okay, maybe a little,” said Stefan as his serious demeanor cracked and he let a smile creep across his face. 

“Well, I guess I’m sorry,” you told him, not wanting to argue. “But no way am I waiting that long for you next time. I’ll just go home.”
“Understood. I’m sorry for being late. But you know how you can really make it up to me?” He smirked.


“Kiss me,” he demanded. “Just to make sure he knows you’re not available.” 

You laughed lightly. “Just for that?” You teased as you lent in.

“Perhaps not just for that,” murmured Stefan before he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Healing Touch

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Gabriel Novak, Balthazar Novak, Hannah Novak, chatty portier.   

Pairing: Destiel AU

Warnings: Innocent state of undressed, innocent touching, flirting - nothing but fluff and cuteness here y’all.   

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: I am not sure I am completely over my writing/posting hiatus but here goes. It has also been way too long since I have written for my babies <3 Thanks to Jay aka @i-dont-know-how-to-write for yet again giving me an excuse to write Destiel. It is done for her Cutie Challenge and my prompt is At First Sight (after I pleaded with Jay if I could change it).

I kept parts of it really close to the movie, while other things are completely spun out of my own mind. I borrowed a bit of dialogue which I do not claim any ownership off.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @deansleather for betaing this big ball of fluff for me :D

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Castiel was stressed. Running an advertisement business with his two brothers and sister after their dad left it to them was hard work. Balthazar and Gabriel didn’t take the work serious, at least not in Castiel’s opinion. They liked going out and finding new clients and coming up with new groundbreaking ideas, but doing the hard work it was to keep the ones the company already did have happy bored them. So Castiel and Hannah were stuck with all the hard work.

Long days at the office and even longer nights at home were starting to weigh down on him. Castiel sometimes wondered if he was even happy doing what he did. He had wanted to design houses when he went to college, not crunch numbers fighting to keep his father’s business afloat because his brothers liked spending more money that they earned.

It had taken Castiel almost collapsing in his office one afternoon before he started listening to his sister, who had been telling him for months to take a vacation at the very least. Hannah knew he wasn’t happy at the New Heavens. She knew this place never was his dream. It was hers and as much as she appreciated his help, she wanted her brother to be happy. The buzz and noise of New York never made him happy and New Heavens was nothing but stressful to him.

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mikeybound  asked:

Percy negotiates air travel with Zeus after BOO, because his family wants to go on vacation sometime and this'd make things a lot easier if he needs to save the gods again.

Just imagine…

  • Percy praying to Poseidon to give him strength to talk to Zeus about flying as he heads to the Empire State Building.
  • He went up to Olympus and went to find Zeus. Only to find out that the god wasn’t there, but taking a vacation. 
  • Then Percy getting pissed and demanding to see Zeus. 
  • Zeus arriving only to be mad at the demigod that summoned him from his vacation. 
  • He glares down at Percy, wanting to know what was so important that he had to be taken away from getting his tan.
  • “I want to be able to travel in the air again.” Percy demanded, which only caused Zeus to laugh. “You laugh now, but if Olympus is in trouble and you need me to be somewhere that’s not New York, then I won’t be there.”
  • That got some other gods to stop and look at the demigod that was standing up to Zeus. 
  • “That’s all I ask. Safe air travel so I can go on vacation with my family and to save Olympus again.” 
  • Percy was staring him down, as if he was daring him to say something different with other gods watching.
  • Zeus looked down at the demigod that saved Olympus twice already. “Fine. Safe air travel.”
  • “Thank you.” Percy replied before leaving.
Life as a House

Originally posted by satninlove

  • Bucky Barnes x Reader
  • When you inherit an old rickety house after your ex-husbands demise you get help and a newfound respect from a certain super soldier.
  • Words: 963

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic so comments would be very beneficial!  This is going to have multiple parts. I’m sorry this is so short but we will get further into the plot in the next part!
Warnings: Death, some description of sutures, small sexual themes.

Italics are flashbacks


“You are always working, Y/N!” Jaimie says running his hands through his hair. His green eyes red from the tears as you walked in the door.

“How else am I supposed to pay our rent and your monthly installments to school if I don’t pick up extra shifts?” You ask and he sighs.

“I can take out a loan babe, I just need you to be here with me. That’s all I need.”

Taking the gun off your belt and putting it in the safe in your living room floor you turn to your husband of 3 years.

You look at his eyes, those damn eyes, that can make you melt anytime he wants you nod and he rushes to your side bringing you into a bone crushing hug and a passionate kiss.

           “I’ve got some paid vacation time coming up. How about we go to my parents’ house in Southampton and we have some time alone, no noisy neighbors, just you and me.” You say after pulling away from his lips.

           “That sounds, perfect.”


Out of breath and fully pleased you crawl off Jaimie and lie down next to him.

           “This has been the best vacation we’ve had in a while.” Jaimie comments, turning to give you a kiss.

           “Including our honeymoon?”


You and Jaimie had been arranged by your parents and spent the 2-month honeymoon getting to know one another and falling in love.

As the two of you snuggle in bed the doorbell rings. Jaimie goes to get up.

           “No, I’ll go.” You move to get up. “If I can move my legs.” You joke causing a laugh to erupt from the back of his throat.

Getting up and putting on your robe you make it down the stairs and 2 naval officers stand at the door.

           “Jaimie!” You panic and your husband runs down the stairs in only his boxers.


           “I’ll be back in 6 months, in time for Christmas, okay?” He promises, grabbing his bag.

           “You come home to me, okay. You are all we have left.” You say and he sets his left hand on your stomach.

Jaimie’s parents were older parents so he lost them a year after you two got married and your parents were overseas. Your sister and yourself being estranged.

           “I promise.” He says, kissing you. “I promise.”


A few weeks go by and you go to your first prenatal appointment ready to record the baby’s heartbeat for Jaimie.

As you lie on the patients chair a foreboding feeling washes through you. Something wasn’t right and you knew it.

It wasn’t until the ultrasound tech looked at you with the sad look in her eyes did you fully understand what was going on.


           “This is all your fault!” You scream at Jaimie, who just stands there and takes it. “If I wasn’t so damn worried about you maybe they would’ve survived!”

Months pass and your marriage is on its last heartstring. Jaimie and you are strangers living in a small 2-floor townhouse in New York who legally vowed to be together forever.

You wanted things to work, you asked him to go to counselling and you did but there was no progress. You tried taking a break but when you returned nothing changed

It was your first day back at work since the miscarriage and passing your psych eval when you were served with divorce papers.

2 years later

The quinjet was quiet as you all made your ways back to the headquarters, well except for Steve sewing up Bucky’s eyebrow. His hissing is the only thing to be heard.

That was until your phone began to ring from your bag.

           “Answer it before I break it.” Bucky seethes as the needle made its way through his brow.

           “You’ll have to buy me a new one, Barnes”

You slide the bar on the top of your phone and set it on your ear.

           “Hello?” you ask into the device.

           “Is this Mrs. Marrows?” The voice ends.

           “Its Ms. Y/L/N now, but I did go by that name at one point, this is she.” You say and you hear her voice shift.

           “This is Naomi Williams; Jaimie Marrows’ lawyer and we have some things to talk about. Where are you currently located?” Naomi asks and you turn to Tony and mouth, where are we?

Atlantic, he mouths and you nod.

           “What is this about?” You ask, trying to remember your last alimony payment. It has been awhile.

           “I am sorry to be the first to tell you this but Mr. Morrows is deceased and has left something to you in his will.” She says and you freeze up.

Your mind begins to spin and “He can’t be dead,” continuously begins to play.

Steve and Bucky look at you and you don’t know how to respond.

           “I am over the Atlantic currently but I reside in Upstate New York.” You stutter and Naomi chuckles.

           “I am located at Baker building in New York, when can you meet with me?” She asks and you sigh.

           “I can make it into the city tomorrow, what time would you like to meet?” You try to keep your voice straight and blink to get away from the tears but it doesn’t help.

           “I can set the meeting up for 3:30 if that is okay.”

           “I will be there,”

           “See you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N.”

The line goes dead and you drop your phone.

Steve looks at you and a tear slips down your cheek.

           “Y/N are you okay?” He asks and you break into a sob.

Tony turns in his seat and gets out walking towards you. He takes a seat next to you and wraps his arm over your shoulder.

           “Your ex-husband?” he asks and you nod.

           “He’s dead.”

5 seconds of summer tea (things that are or will happen)

The end date for Mystal if not extended is set sometime in August (not revealing the exact day I already did tho to a lucky few of you)

Luke and Arzaylea did break up but still talk. They do have a possiblity of getting back together.

Ashton did have a secret girlfriend but they too broke up but still talk and hook up. No his gf is not a celeb, not famous and is not any girl he’s been pictured out with.

Calum is still doing pr with Nia but it has no current end date. Calum and Nia did hook up awhile back but not recent. Minus the pr they are just friends.

Expect a Vacation soon (before the festivals)

Expect a secret to possibly come out.

Crystal and Roy have/had a thing for years and even got in trouble with pr cause of it.

Don’t exoect Arzaylea to go away just yet.

Calum lives alone, Luke lives with Arzaylea (she is not officially moved out yet), Mikey lives alone, Ashton lived with ex girlfriend now alone.

Things will become more clear the closer mystal end date gets.

Arzaylea and Luke were not pr. They were a couple and love(d) each other and Luke even talked to several friends about marrying her.

Calum enjoys being single and hooking up with girls hence why he hardly has a gf.

Mikey sees crystal as a friend but since the pr the friendship between them has gotten strained.

Michael and Crystal have not ever hooked up, Crystals wanted to but Michael declined it.

Mikeys.had a secret gf during the pr but is currently single.

Ashton was/is in trouble with management for personal reasons regarding his gf.

I will share more tea tomorrow hopefully sorry if this was short wanted to cover the basics first.

Escape Plan//Theo Raeken

Oh my God! I thought this was in the queue and posted! I figured it had flopped and when I looked in my drafts I facepalmed so hard! I’m so sorry! Plus it’s also kinda short so I feel even worse 😖

Characters: Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Reader.

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

“He’s downright dangerous, Y/N! You can’t have anything to do with him.” Scott looks you in the eye.

You sigh. “He’s not dangerous with me. Trust me okay?” You look up at him and he shrugs.

“Okay. Fine, I guess. Can you promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Scott, I was born a werewolf, I can protect myself.”

That was the last conversation you’d had with the pack before being taken by Theo. He was using you as bait to draw everyone to him.

“You don’t have to do this.” You look up at him. You weren’t even tied up, just locked in a room.

“I know. But, you’re the only one the whole pack would come for.” He smiles at you.

“You’re being awfully nice for someone who’s kidnapped me.” You look down at your lap.

“I’m nice to you. It’s what I do.”

The pack bursts in the door, Scott rushing for Theo. He grips his neck, lifting him up.

“Easy, Scott.” He chokes out. Malia and Stiles rush you out of the room, taking you out to his Jeep.

“We’re taking you home. You need to pack.” Stiles says as Malia helps you up into the backseat.

“How long was I gone?” You lay back.

He blows air out of his mouth. “About two weeks.”

“Jesus Christ, it took you two weeks to find me? Nice to know that I matter.”

“Theo sent us a text on your phone pretending it was you. He said your parents took you on vacation. Malia saw your mom at the grocery store and we pieced it together.”

“Theo disappeared into thin air too, it wasn’t really hard to find you, we just had to trace your phones.” Malia smiles.

“Hey, why do I need to pack?” You lean forward.

“You’re leaving town. We talked to your parents about it already. You’re going to go stay in Arizona for awhile.”

“So I don’t get a say in this?”

“Not really, no.” Malia shrugs.

“Theo’s too dangerous. We told you before, but now more than ever. You need to stay away from him.”

“Arizona? Are you freaking kidding me?” You slam your head back against the headrest.

“Hey! Easy on the seats?” He looks at you through the rear view mirror. “We’ve got you set up with another pack. You’ll be safe.” He adds.

“I want to stay here. I want to live my life with my family and friends. Not an unfamiliar pack in Arizona.” You groan.

“It’ll only be a month or two, Y/N. Tops.”

It’s been six months. You call each day asking if you can come back. You’re walking towards your apartment when a familiar smell washes over you. You stop in your tracks, your senses somewhat overwhelmed.

“Theo?” You look around.

“How’d you know?” He approaches you from behind. You turn and look at him, he looks filthy. “Where’ve you been, Y/N?”

You’re speechless. “I uh..mean…here? I have to go.” You remember all of the things Scott told you about him being dangerous and you slowly back away.

He grabs your arm. “Hey…can we talk? I’ll make it quick. Here’s the rundown.” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. “They killed me, decided they needed me, brought me back to life. I helped, I’m a new man by the way, and now I’m here to see you.” He gives you a toothy grin.

“Me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yep. You. You’ve always been my favorite.”


“You really don’t know anything about this, do you?”

“About what?” He raises his hand on your arm as you talk.

“Stop asking questions. It’s cute.” He smiles. “I have a major crush on you. I know crush sounds juvenile but I do. I actually think I love you.”

“You stopped me in front of a convenience store to tell me you might love me?”

He nods in response.

“I’ll take it.” You smile and he kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly into yours. Like you were meant for each other. He runs a hand through your hair as he pulls away. “Let’s get you packed up and home to Beacon Hills.”

anonymous asked:

i'm a babysitter and i was picking kids up from school and babysitting them from 3-7. i cooked them some food and then we went to the park. we came back home an hour or two before their parents were supposed to get home. it's now 8 and their parents still aren't here, i've been texting them since 7 but they won't reply. if yo worried so i called the kid's aunt. she traced their phones, these assholes ran away to ARIZONA leaving me with their kids. i had to call the cops bc of child abandonment

Good for you calling the cops on them! WTF IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!? I remember hearing about a recent sad case where a woman just left her kids alone for a week while she went on vacation with her new bf. How the fuck do these kinds of people have kids when couples that are perfect in every way can’t get pregnant? FUCK this pisses me off! Every part of me wants to know every detail about the justice that hammers down on these horrible people. If you find out anything let us know. I mainly want to know the kids are safe at the very least. Who knows how many times they’ve pulled this shit. You deserve a medal, a pancake breakfast, a new car, and a standing ovation. You did right by those lil ones. -Abby