BACK TO THE FUTURE (1985) - soundtrack
[I got the inspiration from Robin (@madeline-kahn), so go check her awesome music in film series!]
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songs + stranger things ships
Better Together
Nicky Nichols x Reader
(TW- Mentions of drugs/drug dealing)
“What the fuck do you mean she’s back?” Nicky asked Gina angrily.
“I-I don’t know, Nicky. Me and Norma saw her walking by with some of the other new inmates. She had a bag and everything.” Gina mumbled.
“What the fuck!” Nicky frustratingly ran her hands through her big copper colored mane. “Listen Gina, do you know where she is? You gotta tell me.”
“I don’t know! You know her better than any of us do.”
“Whatever man.” Nicky jumped up from the cafeteria table as she sped out of the cafeteria.
“Slow down, Inmate!” A random CO yelled.
Nicky rolled her eyes as she slowed her pace. There’s no way you could be back, you got out just a few months ago. There’s no fucking reason you should be back in this shithole. Nicky clenched her fists angered at the thought of you being back. You were better than this place. You had plans and dreams that were much bigger than Litchfield.
“Hey, DeMarco.” Nicky barked as she entered the doorway of her and Rosa’s bunk.
“Oh fuck.” DeMarco groaned and she sat up on her bed.
“Where the fuck is she? I know she’s bunking with you in here.” Nicky demanded impatiently.
“Look, if she ain’t in the cafeteria I don’t know.” DeMarco stated as she laid back down.
“Does anyone here know anything?” Nicky griped as she left.
There was only one other place you had to be, The Chapel. A place you were both quite familiar with. Nicky shook her head, now was not the time to be thinking about that kind of shit.
Nicky waltzed through the entrance and immediately found you. You were laying there, in your orange scrubs back flat against the stage, eyes closed. You looked so peaceful. She almost felt bad interrupting you.
You let out a deep groan as you slowly sat up. “Pennsatucky, I swear to god if you even think about trying to bapt-” You paused as your eyes met with Nicky’s. “Fuck.”
“So first off, you get sent back here after getting the fuck out and then avoid me? What the fuck is that about?” Nicky was rightfully frustrated. You weren’t supposed to be back here. To be honest, you were embarrassed to be back here.
“Nicky, I didn’t want to come back here.” You whispered as you tried to avert your eyes away from hers.
“Then why the fuck are you back here?!” Nicky asked, demanding an answer as to why you would ever want to come back to this shithole.
“Nicky, you wouldn’t understand!” You cried, there’s no way she’d ever understand what happened out there. “It’s fucking embarrassing being back here.”
“Yeah, You’re right. I wouldn’t understand how you could give up freedom and land your ass back in here.” Nicky scoffed as she turned about to walk away.
“I had no one out there, Nicky!” tears welled up at the corners of your eyes. “I was absolutely alone.”
Nicky paused turning around. “What do you mean you had no one? Your dad picked you up!” Nicky replied confused as she walked towards you.
You scooted over to the edge of the stage, your legs dangling. “Yeah he picked me up and dropped me off in Queens. He told me that was the last thing he was ever doing for me and fucking left me.” You hopped off the stage, walking towards her. “Apparently my family couldn’t handle the burden of housing their felon daughter.”
Nicky looked down, “(F/N), I didn’t-“
“I had no money, I didn’t have a job, I had nothing. I had to stay with one of my friends and go back to dealing.” the tears rolled down your cheeks. “I tried to get a job, no one wants to hire someone fresh out of prison. It was either sell drugs or live on the streets.” You sobbed, crying into your hands. “I wanted to call you so bad but I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I’m sorry, doll.” Nicky said, removing your hands from you face as she pulled you close to her chest. She kissed the top of your head. “You should’ve called you know.” Nicky’s voice cracked as she was trying to hold back tears.
“I missed you.” You sniffled, as you lifted your head up to look at her.
“I missed you more.” She replied as she held your face into her hands. She gently placed a small chaste kiss onto your lips and looked into your eyes with those big beautiful brown eyes, making you fall in love with her all over again.
“So what did I miss while I was gone?” You smiled up at her.
Nicky chuckled as she wrapped her arm around you as you two began to head out of the chapel. “Well, that fuckin’ chicken returned.”
WHAT TEEN MOVIE IS THIS?
a playlist of classic songs used in teen movies from the 80′s, 90′s, and early 2000′s
[ LISTEN HERE ]
natasha lyonne not knowing what big dick energy is despite having so much of it is big dick energy
woman power :)
Potential Breakup Song by Aly & AJ
Bullseye by Aly & AJ
Like Whoa by Aly & AJ
Dangerous Women by Ariana Grande
Side To Side by Ariana Grande
Greedy by Ariana Grande
Hands On Me by Ariana Grande
God is a woman by Ariana Grande
Headstrong by Ashley Tisdale
girlfriend by Bea Miller
S.L.U.T. by Bea Miller
F.F.F. by Bebe Rexha
Can’t Get Enough by Becky G
Upgrade U by Beyonce
Freakum Dress by Beyonce
Sorry by Beyonce
Formation by Beyonce
Run the World by Beyonce
you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish
Untamed by Cam
Crying in the Club by Camila Cabello
Get Up 10 by Cardi B
The More Boys I Meet by Carrie Underwood
Last Name by Carrie Underwood
Songs Like This by Carrie Underwood
Maria by Christina Aguilera
Fall in Line by Christina Aguilera
Your Body by Christina Aguilera
Woohoo by Christina Aguilera
I’m Out by Ciara
Love Sex Magic by Ciara
Freak Me by Ciara
Level Up by Ciara
Body Say by Demi Lovato
Lionheart by Demi Lovato
Games by Demi Lovato
Lose My Breath by Destiny’s Child
Survivor by Destiny’s Child
Taki Taki by DJ Snake
Ex’s & Oh’s by Elle King
America’s Sweetheart by Elle King
M.I.L.F. $ by Fergie
Angel by Fifth Harmony
Girls Are Always Right by G.R.L.
You Don’t Own Me by Grace
Love Myself by Hailee Steinfeld
Most Girls by Hailee Steinfeld
Castle by Halsey
Don’t Play by Halsey
Guys My Age by Hey Violet
That’s Me Right There by Jasmine V
Instruction by Jax Jones
Kisses Down Low by Kelly Rowland
Buyou by Keri Hilson
Woman by Kesha
Teeth by Lady Gaga
Wings by Little Mix
Red Planet by Little Mix
Grown by Little Mix
I Won’t by Little Mix
You Gotta Not by Little Mix
Power by Little Mix
Private Show by Little Mix
Beep Beep by Little Mix
Freak by Little Mix
Hair by Little Mix
Woman Like Me by Little Mix
Joan of Arc by Little Mix
Salute by Little Mix
melodic depression: blackbear
frustrated depression: yungblud
vengeful depression: machine gun kelly
tua headcanons (hargreeves at hogwarts):
- they get their letters one sunny day in july. at first, they all think it’s a joke, some elaborate hoax that one of their fans have created
- vanya and allison don’t even bother opening theirs; just toss them straight into the bin after diego finishes reading his out loud (he’s been doing a lot of that lately, the reading, but hey–if it’ll help with his stutter, then they’re all ears for anything he wants to say)
- three days after that, two more acceptance letters are delivered to Ms. Allison and Vanya Hargreeves, and allison finally starts to reconsider her opinion when she realizes the owls had dropped them straight into the fireplace and neither envelope is even the tiniest bit singed when she fishes both out
- reggie harumphs and complains about the whole thing, says it’ll take away from their superhero training, but even he folds when professor mcgonagall walks through the door and stares at him with the coldest glare she can muster
- “hOW DARE YOU TREAT THESE CHILDREN THIS WAY? THEY ARE NOT SHOW PONIES FOR YOU TO TRAIN AND DISPLAY WHENEVER YOU WISH! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, YOU WHIMPERING EXCUSE FOR A MUGGLE–”
- klaus prances over from where all seven of them have been eavesdropping, leans his head against her arm, and delightedly says “i can tell we’re going to be best friends, minnie. can i call you minnie?”
- she takes all of them to diagon alley herself when it becomes clear that their beloved father isn’t going to lift a single finger to help, and pays for every single thing–books, robes, wands, pets–out of her own pocket. what can she say? she’s always had a soft spot for orphans anyway
- imagine them, so young and all of eleven-years-old, wandering down that crooked street for the first time, taking in every fascinating thing the wizarding world has to offer with wide eyes
- luther and five, ever the practical ones, get owls for school pets, luther talking her ear off about how he’ll use zeus to send a letter home every day when the school year finally starts
minerva doesn’t have the heart to tell him that reggie will probably throw away every single one, unopened and unread- the rest of the children settle for cats, especially the funny little one who claims he can commune with the dead. she catches him thumbing through a thick book of magical plants when they get to flourish and blotts, and without a second thought, she buys it for him and slips it into his bag when he isn’t looking. she knows she’s spoiling them, but minerva just doesn’t have it in herself to deny those haunted green eyes anything
- by the time school starts, minerva has traded about a dozen letters with the youngest girl, who somehow thinks she will be sent back for even breathing the wrong way. when she is sorted into her house, minerva stands up and applauds, throwing all caution to the winds, even as vanya hargreeves smiles at her shyly from gryffindor table
- one day in class, diego gets in trouble for breaking a fellow slytherin’s nose. when she finds out it was because they were making fun of his stutter, she takes it upon herself to give him tutoring sessions, feeding diego so many ginger biscuits that long after he graduates, minerva mcgonagall is still the first thing he thinks of when he smells ginger
- the fifth child, five (”oh, what an odd name for a little boy”), has a natural talent for potions, and despite the fact that he isn’t in her house, she gets in a good word for him with snape, who simply gives her a funny little twist of his mouth. the next time she sees him, though, he’s nose-deep in a book that’s way above first-year level, fingers smudged with ink as he feverishly takes down notes. it’s the happiest she’s seen him since they left that infernal academy
- luther, as it turns out, is absurdly gifted at quidditch, and despite all of them being in different houses, it warms her heart to see his siblings sitting together during games in the gryffindor stands, cheering his name as he zooms past them with a huge grin
- allison hasn’t found her specialty just yet, but she’s the quickest at learning spells and the house elves sing her praises, mostly because she’s started putting up reminders in the ravenclaw common room to treat them nicely. it amuses minerva–to see this little slip of a thing fight so fiercely for something she has only recently even known existed. without realizing it, she starts putting aside auror training pamphlets for the child and starts drafting apprenticeship letters to mad-eye moody
- just … allison taking it upon herself to learn everything without using a single rumor. imagine her finding the utmost of joys in doing things the hard way and finally feeling like she’s earned it, and eventually she’s neck-and-neck with five for the topmost spot in class, all the way until they graduate
- she’d guessed right when she inferred that the sixth child, ben, would be the best at herbology and care of magical creatures. he’s gentle–too gentle, in fact–but his eyes hold the same steel as his siblings, and minerva knows it stems from the fact that he was raised to be a soldier.
- it makes her worry for him nonstop, until one day, she catches him playing with the giant squid, tentacles against tentacles, and it makes her laugh so much that pomona has to thump her on the back afterwards
- in their seventh year, the DADA professor introduces them to dementors and patronus charms. vanya is a natural, of course, and after, minerva catches her giving free lessons to those who need it, claiming the importance of functioning, even when you feel worthless and like every single good thing in the world has been sucked out of you
- “but, seriously,” a curious ravenclaw asks. “where did you learn?” and mcgonagall’s heart drops into the pit of her stomach when vanya–seventeen and tiny yet every bit a lioness–shifts her bag higher and says “my dad” with the coldest smirk on her pale face
- enraged, she sends three howlers to reginald hargreeves, and enchants them extra specially so they’ll follow him around wherever he goes for a solid month
- for the next seven years, she repeatedly catches klaus out of bed after hours, chatting with the ghosts that everyone else seem to ignore. myrtle in particular has latched onto him like a leech, but klaus doesn’t seem to mind
- once, she reprimands him for smoking weed in the hallways, but when he tells her the drugs ease the pain of hearing so many dead things in a school as old as hogwarts, minerva never bothers him again. it’s tough, she supposes, for a child as young as him to have such a power, and even if she doesn’t approve of his methods, she truly wants to help
- all seven of them are popular to a degree, but none more so than little vanya, whose powers are apparently far greater than that of her siblings. she shies away from the attention, more content to hide away in her dormitory with her violin or in the library with madam pince, who calls her a complete sweetheart
- once, a sixth-year bully makes the mistake of calling the girls “mudbloods” while ben is around. the sixth-year’s still smirking over vanya’s shrinking figure when the tentacles wrap around his midsection and whip him so far out into the middle of the black lake that even the giant squid has a hard time finding and depositing the sixth-year back to shore. when she brings ben to flitwick’s office for reprimanding, the charms master simply gives him an approving look and says, “good for you, mr. hargreeves. it’s about time you stopped being so timid. you’re in my house after all” and doesn’t even give ben detention
- when she sees that luther is having a hard time in transfiguration, she starts tutoring him with diego, and although he’s impatient at first, so used to being the best at everything (”there’s no such thing as numbers in my class, mr. hargreeves. now, turn that button into a pebble and we can all go home”), but eventually all his struggles pay off, and the bright grin he flashes her when his spells finally start working properly is worth every sleepless night she’s spent wondering how to make learning easier for him
- in second year, when vanya decides she’ll be staying for christmas this time around, the others decide to stay as well. for the next few years, it becomes something like a tradition: minerva grading papers well past midnight with the hargreeves sprawled in various positions around her office, either working through holiday homework or just wanting to keep each other company
- long after they leave, students are still talking about how luther and diego are the finest quidditch players gryffindor and slytherin house have ever seen
- vanya still writes her letters, detailing her new life as a concert violinist with free tickets to muggle theaters when she can spare them. minerva goes to each one and afterwards, they apparate to the three broomsticks, talking happily over butterbeer about her siblings and music and her new girlfriend, sissy
- just minerva mcgonagall being the second parental figure all seven of them have always needed, secretly fretting when any of them get sick or injured, signing all their permission slips to hogsmeade herself (”fuck the rules,” she tells albus with a cold glare, and the headmaster simply gives her an approving smile), writing recommendation letters to every person of importance that she knows so the hargreeves never have to ask a single favor of their wretched father ever again
also!! i just want to add these hcs by @paperpocalypse because they’re just too lovely to be hidden in the notes:
- luther would totally be a beater and soon, he’s infamous for knocking bludgers so far away it takes minutes for them to return. diego is a fantastic chaser with incredible aim and breaks the record for goals scored by one person. after they both become captains in their fourth year, gryffindor/slytherin games become even more popular
- prof sprout and ben and five each working with klaus on herbal remedies/potions for his nightmares
- (klaus has definitely experimented with most of the plants in the greenhouse)
- somehow always entering the room of requirement when another sibling’s already there (vanya often goes there to practice and the acoustics are a m a z i n g)
- allison absolutely eating snobby blood purists for lunch
- all of them going to hogsmeade together and enjoying the freedom of walking around for the sole purpose of having fun
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY MEME: [4/4] details → diego the himbo
The Umbrella Academy as Vintage Book Series (aka if the Umbrella Gang stayed in the 60s and got book deals)
random things I do to fool my brain into staying interested during online study
- changing my chrome cursor into something cute like a strawberry
- changing my chrome theme to a wacky colour
- adding stickers onto my laptop
- listening to new music in a language I don’t know
- or hyped video game music for energy
- buying a fidget toy. like deadass I had my doubts but they’re so good
- using the web paint extension while in meetings or lectures
- changing the appearance of whatever note taking app you use
- for epic gamers with light-up keyboards, changing the light’s colour settings
- having a very hot or very cold drink
- putting said drink directly under my face when working and using a straw, so I don’t forget it’s there and don’t have to move my head much to sip
- hav u eaten or drank anything today hey hello it’s already midday
- sparkling water perchance?? it’s water but it’s fun and interesting
- ambient fireplace 10 hours loop
- alternatively, death metal hardcore bass boosted.mp3
- putting on a ridiculous outfit and pretending you’re a wizard doing important work. I have given up on being “put together” at this stage
- getting up and having scheduled dance breaks to move around
- don’t like your chair? are u gay and can’t sit normal? try arranging pillows and boxes to make a diy cross-legged chair or sit on the floor
- u kno when you get a million ideas during studying but u don’t want to break focus: hey siri okay google alexa remind me in a sec about this very specific thing that just couldn’t wait 10 more minutes to force itself into brain
- giving up. lmao sometimes you genuinely need a break and nothing you do will make your brain focus so don’t feel guilty for needing rest! it’s technically more productive to spend the time resting and recharging than forcing yourself to half assedly focus and get nothing done
- tl;dr- changing appearances of devices often for Spice, having small snacks and various drinks, hype music for energy, any and all fidget toys, knowing when to give up
mental health tips i wish i’d been given before starting university
- trying is much more important than succeeding
- 10 minutes of studying > not studying at all
- being a college student is more than academics. it’s also learning how to enjoy your own company, learning and occasionally screwing up meals, wandering outside campus like a tourist, questioning your ideals and presuppositions, discovering new talents and skills for the hell of it, and SO much more. if you feel burnt out in one dimension of college life, that’s a sign to spend some time relishing in another dimension.
- if you need more time, take a deep breath and shoot that email to your professor/TA asking for an extension. at worst, they say no. and don’t stress over properly explaining yourself/your situation. hell, just email them: “Hi, Professor. I need your help. Sincerely, y/n.” all it takes is that one initial reach out and the rest will follow.
- failure does not reflect character. read that again. remind yourself as often as you see fit because at one point or another, you will feel like you’ve failed. it’s growing pains. once you’ve accepted that, learn to view any setbacks as a hint that you need to try a new method/approach. didn’t do well on that math quiz? don’t beat yourself up over it–instead, regroup with yourself and see which metaphorical gear got stuck in your personal learning process machine. for instance, maybe you used flash cards and that wasn’t really your style. act like a detective, not a bully.
- THERE IS NO NORMAL TIMELINE FOR YOUR COLLEGE CAREER(!!!!!!). a lot of people need more than 4 years, a lot of people need 4 years, and a lot of people need less than 4 years. and every single one of those timelines are valid. the worst thing you could do is squeeze the living hell out of yourself into some rigid schedule that is incompatible with who you are and how you learn. trust me when i say u will find yourself doing the best work when u do it at YOUR pace.
Chrome extensions I actually use as a mentally ill university student
Making websites easier to digest:
- Dark Reader - Changes any webpage to dark mode.
- Mercury Reader - Simplifies the layout of any webpage to eliminate distractions and irritating formatting.
- Podcastle AI - Turns any article into a podcast. This is a lifesaver for being able to process what I’m reading, to be honest.
Spelling/grammar:
- LanguageTool - Spelling and grammar check for those of us who regularly type in more than one language.
- Grammarly - Spelling and grammar check for those of us who only type in English. Can be used with LanguageTool installed, which is what I do.
- Google Dictionary - Define any word on the webpage with a double-click.
- Google Translate - Translate an entire webpage or even just a short segment.
Misc:
- AdGuard Adblocker - After trying quite a few adblocker options, this is the one I find the best.
- The Great Suspender - Automatically suspend inactive tabs to help with performance. <- as an edit, I don’t believe this is available anymore
- Honey - Try coupon codes automatically to save money on online purchases.
- Built-in Chrome tab grouping - Group your tabs to keep organized and minimize distracting clutter.
some people were asking for a actual and i can never pass up an opportunity to procrastinate so here’s just a couple of things i always need to remind myself of…now back to my paper :(
“No,” he said. Although you hadn’t asked a question. You were just talking about a city lad who was down visiting his grandma, and you gave him your number. “No cidiots.”
Daryl left the barn without so much as a goodbye. You scoffed, “why?”
“They’re idiots!” he repeated, raising his voice just slight enough that you knew he was mad.
“Well, who else is there?” you asked, raising your voice as well. “I’ve known everyone around here my whole life, if they were gunna ask me out they probably should’ve done it by now anyw-”
You were cut off by Wayne cupping your face, and bringing you in for a kiss. It was shocking, kissing your friend like this, but it felt so right. Why fight it? You looped your fingers behind his belt, tugging him closer. You pulled away as your phone started ringing.
“Answer it,” he said, stroking his thumbs across your cheek but then dropping his hands.
You did. “Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, it’s Jack from-” poor Jack didn’t have a chance to finish because Wayne had plucked the phone from your hands, hung up and slipped it back into your pocket.
“Where were we?”
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dark academia / winter capsule wardrobe
tops
• a black turtleneck. preferably cotton or cashmere.
• a white collared shirt. silk, cotton or linen.
• a dressier top. something to wear with jeans when having poetry nights with your friends; i would still advise to go for black, but the style can be more extravagant – puff sleeves, maybe?
• a basic long-sleeved t-shirt. choose a dark, muted colour or go for black.
• an oversized knit. white, grey or black; wool is best at keeping you warm.
• basic knit. possibly black; doesn’t have to be boring in style – could be a wrap cardigan, a turtle or mock-neck, balloon-sleeved…
bottoms
• a pair of black straight-leg jeans. stick to 100% cotton.
• a pair of black or dark grey trousers. wool or cotton is good.
• a black skirt. mini or midi; wool is, again, great for winter, but anything will do.
dresses
• a long-sleeved little black dress. pick a style you like, be it frilly or clean cut.
• a dark knit dress. just try to stay away from acrylic & polyester, they won’t keep you warm.
underwear
• a few pairs of bras. go for neutral colours & comfort.
• enough underpants. black or baby pink lace is always nice; cotton is good.
• different types of socks. black & white, thick & thin; make sure your ankles are covered.
• black tights. they keep your legs warm when you wear a skirt or a dress.
jewellery
choose gold or silver, whichever suits you best, & stick to it.
• two dainty necklaces. you can wear them on their own of stacked together.
• a few rings. one bigger & more interesting, the rest more minimal to complement the more intriguing piece.
• a pair of everyday earrings & a more elegant pair. if you wear earrings; make sure both pairs fit your other jewellery.
accessories
• an over-the-shoulder leather bag. black or brown; it should fit your school papers & at least a few extra books.
• a small bag for special occasions. whatever style you like; it should go together with your little black dress & fit at least a lipstick & everything you might need at a party – a tiny bottle of vodka & a small notebook?
• a black or checkered (but dark in colour) umbrella. for those beautifully gloomy, rainy days.
• a leather belt. black or brown, depending on the colour of your bag & shoes.
• a scrunchie. black velvet or white satin.
shoes
• a pair of black or brown boots. either a chelsea boot or a dr. martens type shoe; these should be the same colour as your everyday bag.
• a menswear-inspired shoe. should match your bag; oxfords, brogues, derbys…
• occasion footwear. type depends on your style; could be heeled ankle boots, pumps, ankle-strap heels, loafers, ballerinas or even the same derby shoes from the previous point.
outerwear
• a long woollen coat. preferably black; could also be a checkered dark grey.
• a tweed jacket or checkered blazer. in grey or brown tones; could be worn under the oversized coat for added warmth.
• a pair of mittens. in a dark colour; maybe a friend or a lover knitted them for you?
• a big long scarf. matches the mittens; favour natural materials for warmth.
Right people at the wrong time p.II
Pairing: Stiles + reader Prompt: Perhaps, we were the right people at the wrong time Summary: Two years has passed and reader is back in Beacon Hill. She has neither spoken nor seen Stiles (or Scott for that matter) since the huge fight. But we all know Beacon Hills is a small town and BH high is an even smaller school so yeah, shit’s about to go down. A/N: Sooo…This fic is going to be so much longer than I’d initially anticipated. There’s so much I want to squeeze in. I love writing it though and hopefully y’all love reading it. I’m thinking there’s probably going to be 1? possibly 2? more parts. We’ll see. Depends if you guys want a continuation. Enjoy, and as always, I appreciate constructive criticism on my work so… yeah feel free to message me. Also those of you who know me know I’m the master of mixing past and present tense, just roll with it :’)
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You weren’t sure if it was fate or coincidence that had brought your family back to Beacon Hills. At this point it didn’t really matter. You were here, regardless if you wanted to or not. You were panicking in the front seat of your car, mentally preparing yourself to get out and walk through those double doors to Beacon Hills high. ‘You’ve got this’ you mumbled under your breath. ‘You can do this. Just breath’. You were gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles were beginning to whiten. ‘it’s a big school. He’s not…” you quickly dismissed the thought brewing in your mind. You’d been trying to convince yourself all morning that your nerves had absolutely nothing to do with the brown eyed boy you’d once loved. They boy you’d gotten into a huge fight with and not seen or spoken to in two years. The boy who’d explicitly explained he hated you. Oh no. Your nerves had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Right people at the wrong time.
Pairing: Stiles + reader Prompt: Perhaps, we were the right people at the wrong time Summary: It’s the summer before freshman year and reader wants to finally confess her feelings for Stiles. However, before she get a chance to do so, Stiles and her end up in a huge fight.
A/N: BONJOUR! Here comes another polished ball of dirt drawn from the brain dumpster of yours truly ♡. I wrote this in like two hours? It’s supposed to be a 2 part story. Part 2 (provided y’all want it) takes place two years later during junior year. Reader (who moved away shortly after the fight) is back in Beacon Hills and is suddenly forced to meet Stiles again. Question is, does she still have feelings for him? (duh). Does Stiles finally have feelings for her? (double duh). Are they finally the right people at the right time? (Sigh. Do I even have to ans-….?)
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“you’re holding on to something that isn’t real Stiles!”
Tears burned in your eyes. Heavy, salty tears laced with anger and pain. You knew you were hurting him, but he was hurting you too. “Lydia doesn’t know who you are so stop chasing her. It’s pathetic!” Your words were spoken in anger and you knew you’d regret them later but right now you couldn’t contain yourself. You were mad and frustrated. Mad because Stiles deserved better than Lydia. Mad because Stiles deserved to be with someone who actually loved him. Someone kind, loving and caring. Someone like… well…you. You’d tried to deny it in fear of ruining the friendship between Stiles, Scott and you. But the truth was, you were just as in love with Stiles as he was with Lydia. But unlike his love for Lydia, yours was true. You loved Stiles for who he was. Not who you thought he was.
midnight | b.h
FROM MY PROMPT LIST: #6. ‘just five more minutes.’ WARNINGS: probably nothing. NOTES: gender neutral. ben’s alive here. it’s an au, not sparrow academy ben bc i don’t know if this would work for his character. also, this is messy. i’m trying to force myself to write so i can work on proper pieces, and this drabble’s what i came up with. kinda hate it. rolling anyways.
There was something so exhilarating about life, when the rest of the world wasn’t around to witness you living it.
It’s why you live almost entirely nocturnally. Maybe it’s why Ben does the same – that, or he’s so head over heels with you that he would sacrifice a thousand good nights to be by your side. You embrace the cold wind blowing in your hair and sending shivers down your spine, regardless of how many layers pressed tight to your skin. It’s a relief; a moment to breathe, after a long day of suffocation and bare survival.