also this took way too long to make

Heat wave

AU in which Newt brought Credence along to look for creatures, and real!Graves is in recovery inside the case. Let everyone be happy today :’D  
This started out as a sketch when the first heatwaves hit and took way too long to finish haha
Art blog: questionartbox 
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It’s not a man bun but it is acceptable.

WHO AM I KIDDING I LOVE HIM HAVE A MESSY QUICK SKETCH/WIP OF NEW KALLUS that took way too long to make and is still kinda weird with proportions but I’m too tired I just wanted to draw Kallus because the Boi is a rebel CAPTAIN now apparently and I’m also dead.

I’ve mentioned a few times that Austin has it hard with his team, but Benji also had a lot to go through when he was twin squadding with Linus, whose first few rounds of turf wars were… painful to say the least. (These were their outfits at that time.)

(Fun) Fact: Benji’s design here is actually the first one he had when I created him, including the pink ink color! His and Linus’ ink colors were originally reversed from what they are now.

This… took way too long… I need to find a more stream-lined way to make comics! And stop ending them with someone yelling. haha 

Mine (part 2 of Hers)

This is part 2 to this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

You know one of the worst things about being in love with your best friend? You can’t just get away from them. It’s like even if you’re sure that ignoring them will be helpful, they just won’t take it.

Since that night, a month ago, I’ve been doing everything in my power to get away from Harry. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want him out of my life forever, but just for a little while so I can try and get over him. Because now he’s engaged, and trust me, the world doesn’t let me forget this.

Although I’ve been busy with work – or at least that’s what I tell Harry to avoid him – the world seems to get against me all the time. Fans bombarding my twitter with questions about his engagement and how I feel about it, Harry and Lexa on the cover of every magazine, Louis texting me every day asking me how I am doing, Anne complaining I haven’t been to their family reunion on weekends… It’s tough to ignore this whole thing when it seems it’s out to get me.

Harry knows something is wrong. I don’t think he realizes how hurt I am by his decision to get married to Lexa, but he definitely knows something is wrong. He keeps texting me, saying he misses me and that he wants me to be part of his wedding. So far, I’m not even sure if I’ll go to the damn thing.

Will you be free this weekend? Mom said she’ll be giving a small get together and that she misses you. H

Not sure. Working and all that.

Why are you so distant?

I’ve already told you, I’m working. Big project.

I’ll be honest and say I miss him. Probably more than I should. I miss his hugs, I miss his voice, his smile, his mesmerizing green eyes, his way of making me smile by only looking at me. I miss him. But I also feel angry. Harry is probably the smartest person I know and yet he doesn’t realize the mistake he’s making. Lexa doesn’t get him like I do, she probably doesn’t care for him as much as I do and definitely doesn’t love him like I do. I guess I am just angry at myself, at the end of the day. I could have had him. It took me too long to tell him my feelings and he moved on. No, to someone to move on from someone there has to be feelings involved and I’m pretty sure he never had those feelings for me.

It hurts, most of all. It’s hard to ignore the aching feeling in my heart, especially when I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’ve been on dates the past weeks, dates that went nowhere. That ended with me in my couch, a bottle of wine, old photos of Harry and me and many tears. Tears because I miss those times when we’re inseparable, when it was us against the world. I miss those times when I knew I could tell him everything. I miss his comfort after heartbreak. But how can I go to him when the reason I am so devastated is him? Is the fact that he loves someone else, that he is about to vow infinity love for someone is not me. Is the fact that even though he knows me so well, he can’t see how this is breaking me. He is about to be forever hers and all I wish was for him to give me a chance to make him mine. He can’t fix me when he’s the one who broke me.  

I knew I shouldn’t, it would only make things worse. So I don’t how I ended up sitting in my car, on Anne’s driveway. I should turn around and go back to my house, but a part of me didn’t want to. I miss everyone, they’re like family to me. And, most of all, I miss him. I know very well that for my own sake I should turn around and run, so why am I walking towards the door?

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you, my darling! I missed you! How are you doing?” Anne hugged me tight and I couldn’t help the smile that this hug brought to my face. I miss her more than anything.  

“I’m ok. Working a lot.” I let go of her and we headed to her living room. Everyone was there: Gemma, the boys, Lou, Lux and, of course, Harry and Lexa. He looks amazing and my breath was caught in my through as soon as he headed my way.

“Where have you been hiding?!” He hugged me and I let him hold me to his chest. Gosh, how I missed this. Missed him so close to me. I almost forgot everyone else, but the hug was shortly broken by Gemma.

“Sis, it’s so good to see you. How’s work? How’s life?” She hugged me.

After saying hello to everyone, Gemma, Louis and I went to the kitchen to grab some more wine to the others.

“How you doing?” Louis asked me once we were out of reach.

“I drink a lot, I cry a lot and I work a lot.” I was honest with them. Gemma looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I knew she wanted nothing more than to me and her brother to get together and be happy.

“He misses you.” Louis told me. “He doesn’t know why you’re pulling away and it’s breaking him that you’re so distant.”

I felt a knot in my through and I knew if I keep talking about it, I’ll lose it. I’ll crumble in a ball of hysterical cries and that would cause a lot of trouble. I took the wine bottle and went back to the kitchen, to see Lexa showing Anne pictures of wedding dresses she has been trying on. Anne looked like she couldn’t care less for what her future to be daughter-in-law was saying, but the scene itself was enough to halt me in place.

It was real. He really was getting married. She was already looking at dresses. I think a part of me always thought he was going to change his mind, or maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke.

“Oh, Y/N, Lexa wants you to help with her dress too.” Harry smiled at me, oblivious to the hurt his words caused.

“Hm, maybe some other time.” My voice didn’t sound like myself, it sounded robotic. “I need to go now. Got a call from the office.”

“Wait, what?” He asked confused. “You just got here. And today is Sunday, you can’t possibly work on a Sunday!”

“Well, it’s very possible and I need to get going.” I was out the door before I could even hear anything else.

I drove back home with tears rolling down my face and a broken heart. I lost him forever.

If I had stayed that night, I would’ve known about the fight that took place right after I left. I would’ve known how pissed off Harry was with my behavior and I would know what unfolded after Gemma decided to just through every truth at him.

If I had stayed, I wouldn’t be face to face with a very angry Harry, standing in the middle of my living room.

“YOU LOVE ME?” He asked looking at me from across the room.

“Of course I love you, you’re my best friend and…” I tried to get out of the situation, but I could see I wasn’t convincing him.

“Oh please, Gemma told me everything. How you’ve been in love with me for 3 years and not said a damn word about it. How you’ve ran away from my party not because you’re not feeling well as you told me, but because I got engaged. How you’ve been ignoring me on purpose to get rid of your feelings for me. Why did I have to hear this from my sister, Y/n? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was near a whisper at the end of his rant and he looked devastated.

“I-I-I…” I took a deep breath and turned away from him. “I was afraid of losing you for good. When I first realized my feelings, I didn’t know how to deal with it. How was I supposed to tell you? I’ve known you my whole life, Harry! But the boys kept on telling me to talk to you. Do you remember that day 3 years ago?” I turned around to meet with his green eyes watching my every move. “When you told me you met Lexa?”

“Of course. It was the day you told me you were coming home and…” He stopped. I could see the wheels turning in his head; I knew he understood what I wanted to say.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you that day. But you were so happy about her… I couldn’t ruin this for you. So I decided it was time for me to come home, for me to move on from you.”

“But you never did.” He whispered.

“No. It’s harder to get over you than it looks like.” I sat on my couch, feeling completely defeated with this whole conversation. “Why are you so pissed off, Haz? Yes, I do love you and I am trying to get over you. Eventually it will happen. I’m not gonna lie and say that right now I’m happy with your wedding, because God knows I don’t think she’s right for you. But if you’re happy, than so am I. I just need time to get over my feelings for you, that’s all.”

“Why am I so pissed off?!” Harry suddenly was angry again. “You didn’t tell me anything. You completely shut me out, I was left in the dark for too long. For Christ sake, I am your best friend, you should tell me this things! So now, not only did I lose my future wife, I’m afraid I’ll lose my best friend.”

“Wait, what?” I looked up at his hooded eyes, feeling my heart pick up the rate. What does he mean with lost his future wife?

As if reading my thoughts, he took the wedding ring he gave Lexa from his pocket and showed to me. The beautiful diamond was shining in the dim lights and I could barely believe my own eyes.

“Harry, what did you do? Why are you with her bloody ring?”

“Because if you had told me you loved me, I would never have stayed with Lexa in the first place!” He sat beside me and took my hand in his. “I always loved you, Y/N. Gosh, always have and always will! I spent so many years loving you, and when I realized you would never love me back, I decided to move on, y’know? Lexa was a great girl, but she wasn’t you. I cared for her, and since I believed I would never love someone as much as I love you, I thought she could be the next best thing, I guess. Gosh, Y/N, I love you so so so much it hurts.”

At first, I thought I was dreaming. Harry was confessing his feelings for me and it has to be a dream. But when his hands found my neck and his lips found my lips, I knew this was actually happening. And it was better than every dream I ever had in my entire life.

“Now, I need to hear your answer even though I know what’s gonna be. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at me and in that moment I knew everything was finally fitting into places.

“We went through all of this for you STILL have to ask me that?” I rolled my eyes and straddled his lap. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see the others reaction.” He laughed and kissed me again. “But first, let me show you exactly how much I love you.”

And just like that, he carried me to my room, for the first of many nights together.

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I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B.

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Make me choose

↳ @jlarinda​ asked:  Quentin smiling/laughing or Quentin fanboying?

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BEAST x CINNAMON ROLLS (insp. by x)

Imagine...Coming Out To Your Brother As Bisexual

Characters: Y/n (FEMALE READER), Dean, Sam

Pairing: No Pairing   Dean x Y/n (Brother-Sister)   Sam x Y/n (Brother-Sister)

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, more fluff, sorta anxious reader, but basically all fluff with cute ass supportive Dean…

Word count: 896

Summary: When a girl kisses you, you’re forced to finally realize your sexuality. And of course, Dean is with you all the way.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon- can you make a imagine where the reader is dean and sam teenager sister (from another mother) and she is bi, they found out when her and a girl from a case kiss when they are leaving the town and they have a funny conversation about it in the impala? sorry if I’m being too specific, this just crossed my mind. Ok, so I didn’t make the convo all that funny, but I liked the way I did it. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“So, we’re going now”.

She nodded, playing with her hands as you stood in her bedroom.

“I-can I call you?”

You sighed, knowing it was better to leave her out of everything.

“I…I’ll give you my email”.

She nodded as you scribbled it down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to say something again.

But then she moved, her hands gripping your face as she pulled you to her, soft lips meeting yours.

You stood frozen for a second, unsure as to what was happening.

You always knew you might have feelings for girls, but you sure as hell never acted on them.

But the way her lips felt on yours, her hand moving up to tangle in your hair as her rosy scent hit you. It was intoxicating.

You had no idea where your hands were meant to go. So you let them hang awkwardly at your side as you began kissing her back.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader - request

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where you’re Archie sister and you’re dating Reggie. Someone lets it slip that you lost your virginity to him and he tells Archie “sorry I took your sister virginity won’t happen again” and Archie punched him and a fight breaks out


Warnings: Some sexual content

FYI: I changed the prompt a little in order for it fit the setting I made up for it. Hope you like it and thanks for the request!


You hurried down the stairs, “Okay dad, I’m off to Veronica’s!”

He stopped you from running out the door, “You’re staying over at her place right?”

“Yeah Dad”, you could hear your brother was coming down the stairs a little bit behind you.

“Where are you going?”, your dad had finally gotten off the couch wearing his classic plaid.

“Pop’s with Jughead”. You looked at your brothers red hair, that matched yours, and noticed it had looked more styled than usual.

“Alright, just don’t stay out too late”. Your dad sat back down and you both went out together. You were a year older than Archie, but people seemed to know him more ever since becoming Captain of the football team. The one plus side of that was that now everyone was nice to you. Veronica was nice to you before that though. Well so was Betty, but you always saw her more like a sister that just lived next door.

You flipped the car keys in your hand, “So are we both going to the same place?”

“How’d you know?”, Archie gave a small laugh.

“Your hair doesn’t look that nice unless your planning to see someone, and I don’t mean Jughead”. You had watched both of them grow up together, and for the longest time got along better with Jughead than your own brother. But since your mom left, you two had been closer. Archie opened up to you about his music and you told him you wanted to go to art school. Your friends were finally starting to intertwine, so it was nice having your brother be your friend as well.

You laughed, “come on”. You both jumped in the truck and you were on your way. “So, am I getting Jughead too?”.

“Yeah, he’s waiting at Pop’s. I convinced him to come though, not really his crowd”.

“Heh, I see what you did”, he gave a questionable look. “You didn’t actually lie to dad, that’s why you didn’t look guilty”, you gave him a slight pat in his arm. “You have learned MY ways”.

You had finally made it to Pop’s. “Jughead! Get in! My sister’s driving us!”, Archie screamed from the truck until Jughead looked up.

“Hey Y/N. Were you already going?” the beanie clad boy jumped in.

“Yeah, Ronnie invited me”. Another thing you shared with Archie was calling Veronica “Ronnie”. She said it was an “Andrew’s thing”.


You had finally made it to Veronica’s. Her mom was out for the weekend and she decided to use the large space for the “best party Riverdale has ever seen” - to use her words.

You left your bag in the car and went in with Archie and Jughead.

You were greeted by Veronica and Betty, both of whom had already dawned red cups. “You’re here!”, you weren’t sure if Ronnie was talking to you or Archie seeing as she seemed to get a little flushed. You gave her a look of curiosity.
Ronnie then dragged you to the kitchen and you began to make a drink for yourself. You’d rather have something with vodka in it than a beer. You saw Archie and Jughead grab a beer and go to a wall to talk. You figured your brother was old enough to take care of himself at this point. Betty followed them out of the kitchen.
Ronnie was then greeted by Moose who had Reggie two steps behind him. Moose seemed a little drunk already.

“Hey Veronica, Y/N”, Reggie greeted you with cup in hand. You blushed slightly.
“Sooo….shots?”, Ronnie started pulling some small glasses out of a cabinet behind her and began to fill them up with some rum. You could tell that Ronnie wanted an escape for the night from anything surrounding her parents.

You all tapped glasses before taking your drink back. Moose and Ronnie decided to do another while both Reggie and you passed. You had your cup back in hand and Reggie asked you to dance. You were a little surprised. You weren’t sure if Reggie had even noticed you at this point.

You went out and started dancing to a playlist that Ronnie had obviously picked herself.

The main area had music roaring. You glanced behind you and saw both Archie and Betty trying to drag Jughead out on the dance floor. You gave a small laugh.

Your eyes went back to Reggie. “SO WHAT ARE YOU ALWAYS DRAWING?!”, he was screaming over the music now.

Your blushed cheeks came back. “MOSTLY STILL LIFE’S, AND THE OCCASIONAL PORTRAIT!”, you shouted back so he could hear you.

“YOU’LL HAVE TO SHOW THEM TO ME SOMETIME!”, he seemed rather genuine in his remark.

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU NOTICED!”, you didn’t draw everywhere around school, just when you had free time. “HOW COULD I NOT?!”, he said this while looking you up and down quickly and then gave a sweet smile. This went on for a little bit and with each song you both moved closer to each other. He’d twirl you with hand every once in a while and you’d laugh. Until he did it one last time and kept holding it.

Out of nowhere the music had changed to a slower song. He looked at your eyes slowly and you decided to go close to him. His hands were on your hips and he would carefully but quickly glance at your lips when he got the chance. The song had ended and the strong rhythmic beat of something fast had returned. “You want to go somewhere?”. He didn’t need to shout anymore because he was close enough to you. You had an idea where this was leading. And while you had dated other guys before, and Reggie would be beyond your first kiss, you knew he was leading you to something new. However, you had a crush on Reggie for years. He was always cordial to you, even before Archie had become popular. He was tall and had a great smile - and you couldn’t help finding something sincere in him. You thought if you were going to do this, it might as well be with a guy you had liked for years. You nodded and he led your hand down a hallway. He grabbed your hip and led you to one of Ronnie’s guest rooms. You made sure Archie hadn’t seen you leave the dance area. Before getting to the door, Reggie had paused in front of it. He looked a little nervous until he grabbed the side of your face and brought you in for the kiss. The first part of it was sweet. Small but long. And then his kiss went deeper, passionate. He began to open the door while still having you on his lips.

You went in and he closed the door behind you. His eyes went to the bed before meeting back to yours, “you okay with this?” You went up to his body, setting your drink down on a table, and grabbed his neck. Bringing him into your lips to kiss passionately. 

Before you knew it you were laying on the bed with Reggie’s hands up your shirt. Your breathing got heavier as he was kissing your neck. “You…you have something?”. 

 “Yeah…”, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and you took off your shirt before tugging at his. 

 “Just…just go slow”. The words escaped your mouth and he nodded before his lips met yours again.


 You laid there for a few minutes with Reggie. Panting a little. He was gently rubbing your stomach with his hand. “Should we go back out there?”, his breath had finally caught up with him. 

 “Yeah. Just give me a few minutes”. You kissed him again before he got up to grab his pants. You began to dawn your clothes back on. 

“You go first, I’ll meet you back out there in a second”. 

 “Alright ”, he gave you a big smile before coming into to give you another passionate kiss. 

 He left the room and you adjusted your clothing in the mirror, making sure you didn’t look too disheveled. You took a moment for yourself, questioning if you had looked any different. You didn’t think so. You also didn’t feel too different besides a little exhausted. You fixed the rest of your hair before grabbing your drink back. You took a deep breath and opened the door again. 

With the music still raging you figured it hadn’t been that long. You made your way back to the kitchen. Mixing a new drink while glancing at Reggie who was back on the dance floor with Moose. You turned around and saw Chuck, who gave you a long wink. Your heart sank a little but decided to shrug it off. You turned around and you could hear two people yelling at each other. You heard Reggie now shouting, “Sorry I took your sister’s virginity. It won’t happen again!”. You could see him making motions and joking with Moose in front of Archie. Your ran up to the commotion but before you could reach your brother *wham*. Reggie was on the floor. You pulled your brother away before Reggie got back up until you heard another *wham* behind you. Now Jughead was the one over Reggie’s bloody face.

Just the way you are

Sooo ! I wrote this for the wonderful @reioka! I really hope you like your wing fic! :)
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Tony groans and rolls back to his other side, but that hurts even more. He can’t lie on his back at all, so he turns onto his tummy. Better. But now he is awake anyway. “Good morning, Sir.” says Jarvis and Tony opens his eyes. 

“Define good.” Tony mutters into his pillow. God he doesn’t want to stand up, or get out of bed for that matter, but he has this meeting with Pepper and the executive board about the new arc reactor that he already used for the energy in the tower.

“The sun is shining, Sir.” answers Jarvis and without another warning he opens the blinds. Tony whines. Not that there was anyone who could hear it. Tony turns his head to his right and sighs.

Carefully he pets the cold side of the bed next to him. He wishes there would be someone to wake up to. Someone who would take him just the way he is.

“Sir?” asks Jarvis and Tony just nods. He sits up and hisses in pain, when his wings brush against the headboard of the bed.

His wings.

More like what is left of them.

“Which colour today, Sir?” asks Jarvis and opens Tony’s wardrobe. Tony stands up and goes over the wardrobe. Jarvis isn’t talking about his suits, shoes or even his sunglasses. 

He is asking Tony what wings he wants to wear today.

“Blue and white.” Tony whispers then and Jarvis pull the wings up. Tony bites his bottom lip and nods. They look beautiful. They were the first wings he made for himself…after…

The wings are a really light baby-blue and the tips are completely white.  If the sun shines on them, they are so bright that Tony can feel jealous stares on him when he wears them. Yeah they are beautiful.

But they aren’t real.

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Damon Salvatore Imagine

can you do number 10 with damon where she’s kidnapped by a group of vampires in order to get to damon?

#10  “I nearly lost you. If you want to make this about sides, I’m on whatever side keeps you alive. Can’t you see that?”

(This took me way too long to write due to holidays and no internet and I greatly apologise!!!)

*Also Kai and Klaus make a short appearance*

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okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written 


In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.

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