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Steve x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Young!Reader using strong language

“So, you are (Y/N) but you are not Mr Stark?” The headteacher asked as he looked from you to Steve.

“No, he had to go to a meeting.” He explained awkwardly, wishing you’d be a little politer as he pushed your feet off the man’s desk.

“May I ask… have you thought of perhaps… private education?” The man asked as you looked at him like a bored cat and rolled your eyes.

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Title: “You’re the Web-Head?” (Back to Biology part 2(reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Peter has forgotten about a study date, which leaves the reader walking alone on the streets of New York, inevitably runnig into Spider-Man.

Warnings: slight language, being mugged, teenage awkwardness

Word Count: 2153

A/N: I LOVE THIS ONE!!! I just couldn’t stop writing in it, so that’s why it’s a bit longer. I hope you all are okay with another Spider-Man imagine? I know I am. Enjoy!

PART 1

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“Sick of screaming let us in, The wires got the best of him. All that he’s invested in, goes, straight to hell.”

Requested by Anon

Veterans Ask Native Elders For Forgiveness At Standing Rock.

I never thought I would see this day when a white man apologizes for the tyranny and oppression of Native American population. This is so powerful. This is the nation that I want - responsible, compassionate and that learns from its mistakes.

God bless them!

a Can of Soup

Request: Can you please do a Isaac brett or Derek one in youre sick series ❤️

Note: I chose to do Isaac because a lot of people have been asking for imagines with him in it. Plus, I just miss Lahey lol. 

The shrill, piercing doorbell rang in my ears as I laid on the couch. Groaning, I pushed myself up and stumbled over to the front door, glaring through the window to see who dared to disturb my misery.

           Of course. Isaac. Who else?

           “Hey.” He offered me a small smile.

           “Hi,” I said in return, hands automatically flying to my hair to try and tame the rats nest I was sure I was sporting.  “What are you doing here?”

           “Stiles said that you were sick.” He said simply. He held up a metal can. “I brought soup.”

           Grunting a slight thanks, I waved him inside, mumbling, “Let me go get changed. Just wait on the couch.”

           “You don’t have to change.” Isaac stopped me. “You look fine- I mean, for a sick person.”

           I rolled my eyes. I highly doubted his words. He was probably just being polite. More than likely I look like something that crawled out of a shower drain and then died. “Right.”

           Isaac padded over into the kitchen. “Where do you keep your bowls?”

           “Bottom shelf.” I responded, leaning heavily against the doorway in an attempt to fight the crippling nausea I was feeling.

           “So, what do you have? A fever, or…?”

           “A stomach bug. Honestly, I’m dying.”

           He snorted. “Tragic.”

           “Absolutely. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Not even my worst enemy.”

           Isaac snickered as he popped open the can of soup with ease and dumped its contents into a bowl. “Well, hopefully you’ll be able to keep this down. Are you thirsty? Do you want some ice water?”

           “That would actually be great. Thanks. Cups are on your right.”

           Isaac quietly fetched two glasses and filled them carefully. He passed me one, but my weak hands nearly dropped it. Luckily, Isaac’s crazy good reflexes kept it from hitting the floor. “You good?” He asked as I accepted the cup with two hands this time.

“Yeah.” I cautiously took a sip. “Do you want to sit down? Maybe watch a movie?”

           “I can’t stay long.” Isaac smiled sadly. “I’ve got a Biology test today. I don’t really want to miss it. I just wanted to come and check on you and make sure you were alright.”

           My heart was pounding in my chest. I was strangely dizzy, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the stomach bug or Isaac. “That’s really sweet Isa-” I stopped talking suddenly, closing my mouth and nearly sprinting for the bathroom. The stomach bug. Definitely the stomach bug.

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Once I was done, I brushed my teeth vigorously. Isaac stood in the doorway, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Are, um, you alright?”

           “Now that I’ve got that nasty taste out of my mouth? I’m definitely more than alright.” I gave myself the once-over in the mirror. I looked like actual trash. But Isaac didn’t seem to mind.

           “You know, I was thinking…” Isaac started, leaning his shoulder on the door frame.

           I gurgled some Listerine and spit. “Yeah?”

           Isaac’s face was red. “Well, I… I don’t really want to leave you alone like this so… if the offer for the movie is still available… I’d like to take you up on it.”

           “But what about your test?” I questioned, wiping my mouth off.

           Isaac’s signature lop-sided smile took up residence on his face. “I can make it up some other time. I’d much rather look after you for the rest of the afternoon.”

We've all got scars.

Scars

Request: Hey, Could you write a reader x Jasper Hale where he is helping her tend wounds after she is attacked and discovers her scars (she’s self conscious about) from an accident she had as a kid? Thank you!!

Pairing: Jasper Hale x reader 

Warnings: Scars, angst, car accident mention 

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This is so embarrassing but I’m really desperate. My dad is really homophobic and I don’t feel safe here at all. I don’t have any friends or family that can help me out and between school and everyday expenses I haven’t been able to save anything. I started a gofund me to help raise money so I can move out of my dad’s house. This is the LINK  and I’m hoping you can share this so maybe someone who can is willing to help me out although I understand if you aren’t comfortable doing that. Either way thanks for reading 

hey i wanna add that this is a submission, please dont send me asks about this or donate to me

This would totally be Stiles and Derek.

In fics involving one person doing CPR on the other, there are two kinds of ships:

The “You have to wake up! Please! Don’t leave me! I need you! I-I love you.”

And the “Breathe you piece of shit! You still owe me ten dollars!”

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.