but the way he was looking at her

So Sam has been dating a girl for almost a year whom he so far will not publicly admit to dating; instead, he has allowed someone to drop her full name into Jess’ ask box, let a Starz producer snap a picture of them together in the background and post it, drop shaky, grainy footage of them together at a baseball game into the lap of the biggest troll in this fandom (who knows who the brunette was), and then he decided to trot her out at the BAFTAs where he looked like he was absolutely miserable.

Meanwhile, said girlfriend was dating someone else until the end of March last year and then apparently became so serious with Sam that she was in Scotland a few weeks later, posting pics on IG and letting people wonder. We’ve gotten a matching Patagonia hat, more Scotland pics, and of course, the dumpster fire picture in Amsterdam on the way to the NYE vacation she shared the previous year with the old boyfriend. And of course, who could forget that Scottish flag during a snowless trip up the ski lift on the mountain?

Meanwhile, Caitriona has apparently actually been with Tony for who knows how long, and he accompanies her around the world on all of these trips because he has the flexible career hours we’re all looking for, and he holds coats and sunglasses and gives her space when she’s working these events. She’s so private she literally cannot acknowledge him when she wins her first award but nearly falls apart talking about her costar.

In the midst of these relationships forming and growing, we have verbal denials from Sam and Cait that they aren’t together; but also those pesky moments where Sam has his arm around her at the GGs, Cait knowing what time Sam gets up for the gym in the morning, Cait’s charity liking shipper pics and tweets, the two of them seeming to intertwine charities, Sam being told to treat Cait like a queen on her birthday, Sam’s lookalike forehead being seen in Paris, his shrine to her at the Globes, the T2 premiere, and Cait cuddling on him while filming in Dunure.

And of course, those pesky shipper tweet likes and replies from Sam. Apparently shippers are trolls and The Worst, and Sam is being protected by his elderly and obese friends, and yet Sam just seems drawn to liking shipper things on twitter by three people with the most shippery handles possible.

I don’t like when all sides are being played. I don’t like jealousy over a date 20 years ago and posing with your crotches and hips attached and whistling at your costar’s ass on the red carpet so that she turns around and smiles at you, and then a couple weeks later kilts at weddings in Georgia. I’m just tired of this. Honesty is possible. Acting appropriately is possible. You don’t have to play all sides to do it. There is nothing about this situation that screams integrity. NOTHING.

Some of the biggest power couples and stars in Hollywood are in relationships that are still private. They admit who they’re with, they even bring them to events and look happy, they just don’t talk about it. They don’t turn around and post locations to be obvious and play with innuendo and then act like fans are dumb and confused. We just seem to have found the gold mine in fuckery here. It’s shameful.

A few reasons why Voldemort was clearly gay for Snape
  • Everyone in Voldemort inner circle distrusted Snape, but Voldemort still kept him by his side even though he’d kill others just because they dared worry about him
  • Bellatrix was extremely devoted to Voldemort and yet, he basically had Snape as his Right Hand Man
  • Voldemort was patient with Snape
  • No matter how many people Voldemort had around him, he’d always call for Snape
  • Snape asked Voldemort not to kill Lily - a muggleborn - and Voldemort actually agreed to spare her life. He told her she didn’t have to die - again, because of Snape - and only killed her when she refused to get out of his way. 
  • He actually looked hurt when he killed Snape

Let me just say. I took this screenshot and was overwhelmed. My heart was fluttering and I feel genuinely happy. The way he looks at her, MY GOSH. He really cares about her and so does she. So to all of the haters on Amy, unfollow me now because I don’t need your negativity. As long as Mark and Amy are happy together, then I am happy for them as well. She doesn’t deserve to be hated for a dream that’s been dead and neither does Signe for that matter. Hate all you want on me but this is what I wish someday. For someone to look at me the way Mark looks at Amy and just saying, man she’s the greatest and I’m proud of her every single day. Amyplier is relationship goals.

anonymous asked:

Things that make 2017 Scully happy?

Political protests, although she usually can’t join in as a federal employee.  She has a Nevertheless, She Persisted tank top that she runs in.

Making plans for Mulder to move back in.  Looking for a new place that will accommodate her new life.  

That time she created a cure for that plague back in early 2016 and the fact that almost everyone’s still alive now.

William being back in her life in his tentative teenage way, although she’s sad that his adoptive parents died in the plague.  He insists on having dinner together every night.  It’s very sweet, although so far they mostly run through a list of rote questions.  She’s genuinely interested in his answers.

Working for the FBI.   

Sunday morning lattes.  

Her remaining loved ones’ health and strength.

The half-grown puppy she and Will picked out at the shelter. Her name is Yankee.  She has repeatedly told Mulder that baseball fanaticism is not genetic.  Mulder just looks smug.  

Not being on the run.  Not fearing for her life at every turn.  Not being in an almost windowless office.  Not giving a damn what people think.

Saturday Night Live, which she watches with Will.

Kissing Mulder.

Book Club night with a few women from the hospital and a few of the female agents from the FBI.  They read New York Times Bestsellers and sip wine and almost always actually discuss the book.  A few of them are part of her running group.  They have each other’s backs.  It’s the first time in a long time she’s had friends.  She has people to call if she has difficulties parenting a teenager, or a question about how other families have negotiated situations like laundry and curfews and chores around the house.

Not being alone.

Sitting on the shore on the log near where she poured her mother’s ashes into the ocean.  She’s planted a rose bush where there’s soil enough to sustain it.  She listens to the waves roll in and breathes in the scent of salt and roses.  

Waking up slowly with Mulder’s arm around her.

Yankee wrestling with a toy in the unbridled joy that dogs express better than she has ever managed.

Taking long baths with her book club book.  She’s aware that “good bathtub” is not necessarily the most important thing in a house, but that’s high on her list of criteria for their new place.

Going over Will’s homework with him.  Asking him questions about what he wants to do with his future.  Finding out what kind of person he’s become.  Discovering his thoughtfulness and insight.

A weekend in the mountains.  A weekend in New York.  A weekend where none of them leaves the house at all, and they only make time for each other.  

The way that life goes on.  The way that she’s weathered every disaster so far.  The strength that she’s found in herself.  The strength that they’ve found in each other.  The hopes she has for the future.  The graceful way she handles most of the obstacles she encounters in the present, informed by her past experience.

Speaking truth to power as often as she can.  

Making a better world for her son and all his potential futures.

Coming home.

The scenes were fucking perfect man. Perfect. Daryl was holding back his feelings the whole time
When he was with her
And it was so clear
The contrast
Between him with Richard and what Daryl said to him and to Morgan at the beginning, and how the whole episode was a love letter from him to her
And when he is in front of her he almost broke
The way he asked why she left
The way he had to break the hug because you can see that in the first one he was so broken and the second one he just wanted to
So it was beautiful
The way they kept looking at each other
While he ate

And dude
Carol doesn’t give two shits about zeke
She totally totally melted with him there
And it was fucking beautiful how she opened up to him
And she almost called him back
She almost went after him
And she nuzzled him while he put his lips on her shoulder.

This is me basically dying, I think you can hear the sounds.

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea! 5 different ways that Bughead made their friends totally see them as #relationshipgoals. Btdubs, I'm in love w/ your writing :D

Hey thanks so much! I love this prompt.


It had been three months since he and Betty had started actually dating, they weren’t your typical couple, you could tell just by the looks of them.

Betty was always put together impeccably not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on her sundress and definitely never a food stain on her cardigan.
She took her appearance very seriously, she wasn’t into too much makeup and nothing fake was ever going near her body, but the OCD made her strive for perfection , evident in the way she looked.

Jughead on the other hand, rolled out of bed and threw on whatever layers he could, never really knowing when he may have to pack up and relocate, his hairstyle was more run your fingers through twice and pray it wasn’t sticking out of the beanie.

So when his girlfriend overslept and wouldn’t dare risk her perfect attendance she had thrown on a cardigan with a hole in it.

Betty never wore a dress without a cardigan so half way through first period Kevin had run into jugheads calculus class saying he needed to speak to him urgently.

As Kevin pulled him along to the girls restroom he explained Betty was having a panic attack because of the hole in her sweater.

He walked into the bathroom and nodded at Ronnie making sure she knew it was okay for her to wait outside.

Kevin and Veronica were pacing outside the bathroom for a solid five minutes before Betty and jughead emerged.

Betty wrapped up in jugheads blue flannel surprisingly matching Betty’s dress, and jughead in just a tshirt. As the two walked back to class hand in hand Veronica whispered in Kevin’s ear

“Hashtag relationship goals.”


Jughead was always hungry

The quirk was loved by everyone in the friend group, always brought up in a joking manner when they went out to eat.

Jughead would laugh along and shrug his shoulders taking whatever was offered his way.

Even though they tried to involve his girlfriend in the jokes she always just shook her head and passed the rest of her food to juggie.

Then the news hit the fan

Jughead was homeless,
suddenly his hunger wasn’t so funny and when they went out to eat the awkward silence before they ordered was almost deafening.

After about a week of awkward meals and shaky comments Betty had had enough.

Jughead reached for fries on the table and he tension rose before Betty erupted

“Oh for petes sake, he’s fine! Jughead is living with Archie, I assure you he gets more than three meals a day and if you haven’t noticed the stress of his family hasn’t made him lose his appetite so can we all just get over this awkwardness and eat our damn food, you’re only making him feel worse, and I am not okay with that.”
She huffed and plopped back down in the booth sinking into jughead as he kissed the side of her head and whispered

There was never anymore awkwardness around the table and if jughead was getting a few extra leftovers Betty never mentioned it.

They were fighting.
Josie and Valerie noticed before anyone else.

They were arguing in quiet whispers almost every time they saw each other in the hallway. Neither of the girls wanted to mention it to Betty as she dropped down at there table in home economics.

They just stared at her before she snapped her head towards them.


They both looked shocked before Josie slowly put her hand on Betty’s arm

“Everything okay pussycat?”

Betty took a deep breath and sighed.

“He doesn’t trust me. He thinks I still have feelings for Archie but he doesn’t get he’s all I want and more.” She said teary eyed.

Josie was afraid of this, those two were just not compatible. Betty cared to much and jughead seemed like all he cared about was food. It just wasn’t gonna work out.

Valerie on the other hand had been shipping this couple since the start. Pulling out her phone she sent jughead a quick text

“Your girl is crying, thinks you don’t trust her. Fix it.”

About two minutes later Jughead burst through the doors interrupting mrs.dicker and catching the whole classes attention.

His eyes searched for Betty

“I’m sorry, I care about you, I don’t wanna lose you, I’m an idiot but hopefully I’m still your idiot.”


The whole class turned to the teacher and shushed her.

Betty stood up and moved to jughead
“It’s okay jughead, I just need you to trust me.”

He placed his forehead to hers,


Josie’s jaw was on the floor while Valerie smirked in her seat before snapping a picture of the couple and turning to Josie

“Hashtag relationship goals

Jughead had a black eye and Betty Cooper was not happy about it.

When jughead came into school that Wednesday every eye was drawn to the usually invisible mysterious boy.
Because wow that was a shiner.

No one knew how to ask , so immediately the rumors flew.

Betty had beaten him up because he cheated

His dad had taken a swing at him like usual

Archie finally realized he loved Betty and was fighting for her honor.

Fortunately none of those things were true.
The explanation came walking through the doors only ten minutes after

Reggie mantle, with a busted lip and bandaged nose.

The halls went quite for a minute before Veronica burst out in laughter.

“You messed with the wrong guys girlfriend mantle”
She said in between loud laughs.

The pieces finally came together.

Reggie had tried to get Betty to sleep with him after cheerleading and wouldn’t seem to take no for an answer, unfortunately for him jughead was coming to pick up Betty and had caught him with his hands on his girl.

As Betty shoved past Reggie she stood in front of him.

“Hit my boyfriend again Reggie mantle and your face won’t be the only thing broken.”

As jughead pulled his fiery girlfriend away he placed a kiss on the top of her head smiling at Reggie and giving him a wave.

Reggie was shaking with anger as he pushed past everyone in the halls to get to the weight room.

Cheryl smirked from her place by the lockers

“Hashtag Relationship goals”

Archie still had feelings for Betty,

jughead knew that and while he pretended to be cool with Betty and his relationship jughead saw the way he would keep his hand on her back a little too long, or offer to carry her books to class.

He couldn’t say anything they were friends, all of them were.

Not to mention he couldn’t blame the guy for being in love with Betty, she was pretty great.

But when he offered only Betty a ride home as they were walking together,
He was irritated to say the least.

“She’s cool dude, we’re together I won’t let any riverdale thugs get to her” jughead joked but kept his face serious

Archie nodded

“Yeah but it’s kind of chilly out there, you can hop in Betty, I promise it’s clean.”
He threw her his best American boy smile

As soon as she opened her mouth to answer
Jughead stepped forward

“I said she’s fine, bro you can keep driving.”

Archie parked the car getting ready to get out of it

“Why don’t you let your girl answer.”

“If my girl wanted to answer you she would have.”

They bickered back and forth

“ENOUGH” Betty yelled.

Both boys heads snapped to hers and while Archie looked confused jughead seemed to know exactly what was going on as he slowly backed away from Archie biting his lip and bowing his head.

“I am not an object, I can speak, I can make my own decisions. I do not need to be taken care of or protected from anything.” She turned to raise a pointed eyebrow at jughead who nodded and grabbed her hand

“I know I’m sorry bets. It’s my fault I overacted, testosterone ya know?” He shrugged smiling apologetically.

She nodded and kissed him quickly turning back to Archie

“And as for you, thankyou for the offer but theres nothing I like better than walking home from school with my boyfriend, he keeps me plenty warm, have a nice night Archie.”

She tugged jughead along moving foreward leaving Archie standing by his running car.

Archie wanted that kind of a relationship is this what Ronnie was always talking about when she mentioned
Hashtag relationship goals.

You don't get a bathroom break, you're a robot!

So the person that submitted about standing and waiting for customers for an hour but then people get mad when you leave, my friend works third shift at MalWart and this happened to her once. She had been waiting around for customers but she had to pee so she went to the bathroom real quick and when she came out this very white-trashy looking couple asked where she was and she told them she ran to the bathroom real quick since there was no one around. They told her that she could do that at home and the guy called her a dumb n word. And his girlfriend just laughed.

I also have another black friend that works stocking on third shift and he told me that an old white couple came through his aisle and said “wow they’re hiring way too many useless n****** here” like WTF???

Promises, Both Kept and Unkept

pairing: philip hamilton x reader but also dad!john laurens x reader

word count: 2600

warnings: swearing, cheating

prompt/request: “um…hi, can you write something where the reader is john laurens’ daughter whose dating philip, but he cheats on her & laurens comforts her. ok thx :)” from @riiotkid

a/n: this one takes place in two different time periods - when they were kids (italics) and when they were dating. it’s kind of emo and sad but either way, enjoy! <3

“Kiddo, a new family moved in next door!”

You looked up from your coloring pages and frowned. “Da-ad,” you whined, “I’m coloring.”

Your father, John Laurens, laughed and shook his head, bending down to grab your hand. “Come on, Y/N, let’s just go say hi and then you can come back and color. It’ll be five minutes. I promise.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” you said stubbornly, getting up with reluctance and following your dad out of the front door.

It was a sunny afternoon in August; one that has stuck in your memory for years after. You remember every wavering blade of grass, every fluttering leaf on the trees surrounding your home. The sidewalk was hot, nearly steaming, and the breeze was little relief from the scorching light beating down on you. You looked up at your father to see him shading his eyes, and you repeated the action as you both approached your new neighbor’s house.

You saw him and everything changed.

He was so cute. Cuter than any of the boys in your middle school. His face was splattered with freckles, and his small eyes were shining and bright in the summer sun. As you walked up, a man was bending down to meet the small boy’s height, reaching to the back of his head and trying to pull the wild curls flowing down his back into a ponytail.

“Phil, if your hair gets in your face while you’re carrying boxes, you’re going to fall,” the older man said.

“Da-ad, I’m not gonna fall!” the boy, apparently Phil, complained.

“Phil. You’re going to fall and we both know it.”

Phil pouted the same as you had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

“Excuse me?” your father said as the two of you approached. “You’re Alexander, right?”

The man, whom your father just referred to as Alexander, stood up straight and smiled. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said with a nod. “You must be… John, was it? Eliza told me about you.”

Eliza? you thought to yourself. You didn’t know who that was.

“Yeah, I’m John,” your father replied, holding his hand out. Alexander shook it firmly. “This is Y/N.”

Alexander crouched down and held his hand out to you. “Y/N, is it?” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too,” you replied, shaking his hand.

“Do you guys need help movin’ in?” your father offered as Alexander stood up once more.

“Yeah,” Alexander responded, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his worn-out jeans. “That’d be great, man, thanks. Little Philip over here can only carry one box at a time, and Eliza’s setting everything up inside.”

“I can carry one and a half,” Philip corrected from the stairs, where he had collapsed during your introduction.

“I can help you!” you exclaimed, practically tripping over yourself as you ran over to the young boy. “I’m strong, just like my dad, see? Look at these muscles!”

Philip laughed and pushed himself off of the stairs. ”I have more muscles,” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexing his bicep. “See?”

“No, I do!” you protested, trying to flex yours even more.

“Well, let’s see who can carry the most boxes from the moving truck up the stairs and into the house,” Philip said. “Then we’ll know.”

“You’re on.”

Philip took your hand in his and together, the two of you ran over to the moving truck.

And things hadn’t been the same since.

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this was requested by 2 anons and @anothermendesfangirl so hope all of you enjoy!

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep


you didn’t answer, hand tucked between your cheek and the pillow and a lock of hair against your face, resting on the side of your nose. you were bathed in the strips of moonlight that filtered in between the slatted blinds. shawn sat up a bit more to really look at you, taking his time to study the curve of your waist, the relaxed nature of your brow that was usually furrowed when you were awake. shawn always said that you thought too deeply about everything.

“jesus,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head to clear it of all the sappy thoughts that were forming. “stop staring at her. i’m turning into edward cullen.”

(he didn’t notice the way your lips quirked up almost imperceptibly at that.)

shawn lay down again beside you and slung one arm over your waist to pull you closer, reveling in your warmth. having spent so long on tour, he forgot what it felt like to have you there within arm’s reach, but he knew he would make sure to commit the sensation to memory every night until he had to leave again.

you were wrapped up in blankets and happiness, and shawn pressed a kiss to your hair, whispering against your skin, “i know you’re asleep, but i love you, baby. i just want to tell you as often as i can before i have to go again, even if you can’t hear me. sweet dreams. i’ll see you in the morning.”

(he closed his eyes after that, so he missed the uncontrollable grin that spread its way across your face. goodnight, shawn, you thought, before finally dozing off.)

read the other “things you said” blurbs here!

He ran his fingers through her curls
As he looked into her eyes.
She felt her face grow warm and red.
He’s was nothing like those other guys.
It was in the way he looked at her
And held her when she cried.
She could stay like that forever
Lost in his blue eyes.

She had to break their gaze.
Afraid that she might drown,
Because she was falling steadily
And was scared to hit the ground.
As he pulled her closer
His heart was beating loud,
And just before he kissed her
He promised he’d always be around.

—  K.N.B.

anonymous asked:

The thing is w/e relationship those 2 have w/ those supposed SOs I gather they have to be okay w/ the way they're treated in public, we can judge from afar but we don't know the real deal… But still I can't stop thinking about how Sam treated his supposed gf at BAFTAs, he did exactly what Trump did to Melania at the inauguration, didn't help her out of the car, left her to be escorted inside by others and looked bored/miserable sitting by her at the table, that's what's most disturbing to me 😣

You know why I’m not disturbed? She has benefitted from this. She has gained a few thousand new followers SOLELY because of Sam while allowing trolls to fight and wage war on her Instagram, maligning real people in this fandom who haven’t done anything wrong. She didn’t even do any social media promotion for her own made for TV movie, the only promo she seems interested in is the innuendo that keeps the Sam and Outlander fans interested in her.

I’m not going to answer another ask about her poor treatment, because I can’t find a violin small enough to play. I don’t condone what goes on on her IG account, but I’m not going to sit around and worry if Sam is treating her the right way or not. Not my relationship, not my issue.

Misery Needs Company

it sounded like @copperbadge was having One of Those Weekends, so i asked if he’d like some fic and he requested someone with a headache getting coddled

feel better!

“Tony!” Pepper calls and he flinches.

A headache going on day three is sitting like a pulsating rock in his frontal lobe and the pitch of her voice is enough to send a needle point of pain inward.

Pepper pauses, looks at him for five seconds, and then says, voice lowered, “When did it start?”

“On the way home from NBC?” Tony tries because he honestly isn’t sure.

Pepper stares at him. “That was two days ago.”

“Yeah,” Tony sighs.

Tony,” she says, sounding appalled.

“What?” he replies defensively. “I’ve gotten six hours of sleep the last four nights, I’ve eaten regularly, I’ve only had like four cups of coffee per day, and I haven’t gone over the recommended dose of over-the-counter painkillers even though I know you can go over that and be fine!”

“Tony, that wasn’t criticism,” Pepper says, her expression sympathetic and her hand light on his arm.

“Oh,” Tony says, and deflates. “I’m tired and I’ve been sleeping,” he whines. “How is that fair?”

“It’s not.” She nudges him forward gently and Tony moves as directed, reaching up to dig his knuckles into his forehead. If he presses hard enough, it briefly dulls the pain. “Come on. We’re done for today.”

Tony should protest. There’s still a lot to do. But it feels good to have someone take the reins and he doesn’t have it in him to fight when he wants to do what she says so badly.

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More than eighty years had passed since Carlisle had found Esme, and yet he still looked at her with those incredulous eyes of first love. It would always be that way for them.

The forehead kiss,the hugging,the glances,the long loving looks while talking to Gabriel Rick was giving her making her blush and look away smiling,her being worried about him,her having his back even when he stuck in a trash pile and she all the way on the other side and her only way of communicating with him was trough a hole in the trash pile, giving him instructions on how to beat Winslows ,him replacing her cat showing that he been admiring her since the prison since Clear.

anonymous asked:

Im still not on the Sam/MM train. Sam made it known he in GA but still posted nothing about his supposed GF who was probably a bridesmaid-dolled up to the nines. Yet his costar goes to the GG..how many times did he comment on her dress/looks? Maybe you could equate that to a supportive costar if he was just as complimentary to his supposed gf. But why make it known you're there then not comment on anything? No pics of them together. Nothing. I think he went as a friend, hope he had a great time.

for some reason, this made me feel slightly better so thanks anon. I hope we get more clarity on all this soon. I’m way past my BS tolerance threshold.

I will kill you!

Hey could you do one where the reader is Stiles ’s older bad ass cousin and Derek Hale is crushing on her and Stiles knows cause he caught them having a moment and tries to give Derek the whole ‘if you ever hurt her I will kill you’ speech and the reader hears and it’s awkward and adorable and fluffy?

Word Count – 801

Characters – Derek x Reader, Stiles x cousin!reader

You had gotten a phone call from you cousin saying that they needed help with the new supernatural problem and you were on the way straight away.
You arrived just in time as you came out the shadows.
‘HEY!’ You shout and the creature looks at you. You look behind him to Stiles, Scott, Lydia and a new guy standing behind it. It roared and charged at you.
‘pick on someone your own size.’ You said as you brung out a gun and shot it in the head, and watched as it fell to the ground. You walked up to it and cut off the head to ensure that it was dead. You heard footsteps.
‘You always liked making an entrance.’ Stiles said from beside you. You turned to them and wiped the blood on your shirt.
‘You know it cuz.’ You said with a smile and pulled him in a hug.
‘It’s good to see you.’ You said to him and you turned to Scott.
‘So what’s the alpha been up to?’ You asked him as you gave each other and hug and moved onto Lydia.
‘You know the usual.’ Scott replied and Lydia nodded her head in agreement.
‘Doing okay in biology?’ You asked him and he nodded.
‘Yeah.’ He said.
‘That’s good. You know I’m always a phone call away of you need help.’ You said to him and he nodded.
‘Y/N, this is Derek. He’s just recently came back to Beacon hills.’ Stiles said introducing you to the stranger who was ruggedly handsome.
‘Hi, Y/N nice to meet you.’ You said and he accepted you stretched hand.
‘Derek, nice to meet you too.’ He said back and you smiled. You turned back to Lydia and the boys.
‘You staying for a while or do you have to head back?’ Stiles asked.
‘I can only stay for a couple of days until I need to head back.’ You said to stiles. He smiled widely and lead you away.

It had been six months since you had paid the visit to Beacon Hills and you were excited to get back. It was an overdue break from your work. You arrived and you had contacted Derek, who became a close friend as you wanted to surprise Stiles of you visiting him. He was waiting outside in his black Camaro and smiled when he saw you.
‘Well if it isn’t the hard Stilinksi.’ He said and you punched his shoulder.
‘Yup, ya bet.’ You said to him with a smile.

You had surprised Stiles and Noah by turning up which pizzas bundled high enough to cover your face. When Stiles allowed you to come in you placed the boxes on the table and you turned to be pulled into a hug by Noah, you didn’t see him the last time you were here.

It was the next day and you awoke to the door getting slammed shout and you turned over to see a tall dark figure standing in the window, you almost screamed until you smelt his scent. Woods and oil.
‘You know you should be better at sneaking around.’ You said to him as he chuckled and stepped forward. He sat beside you and lifted the covers so he was underneath them.
‘I wasn’t trying to be sneaky.’ He said, you turned to face him.
‘Well you were lurking then.’ You said with a smirk.
‘No I wasn’t.’ He said and he leant forward.
‘Was not.’ You argued back.
‘Was so.’ You said and he pounced on you and you started giggling. You kept doing this until he was leaning over and you could feel his breath against your lips. You looked up at him to see him looking at your lips. You grabbed his face and pulled him down encasing his lips with yours. Your hands made their way to his neck and shoulders as his held him up so he was lying on top of you. You were in bliss until your door was flung open.
‘Y/N-‘ Stiles started saying but stopped when he saw Derek on top of you.
‘Yes Stiles?’ You asked him.
‘Can I talk to Derek please.’ He said and you chuckled and pushed Derek off you as you headed downstairs to get something to eat.

‘If you ever hurt her I will kill you.’ You heard Stiles say as you reached the top of the stairs.
‘Stiles!’ You said. He turned quickly and looked at you.
‘He’s a werewolf. I’m sure he could take you down with a swipe. Don’t say your baseball bat works, it won’t.’ You said to him and he looked to the ground.
‘Anyway, he and you both know I can do a lot more damage.’ You said to him. He started walking away but you stopped him.
‘Thank you.’ You said to him as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He simply nodded.

Originally posted by tashaanjalii

oh-my-magnets  asked:

Headcanon: Seraphina was a year or two above him at Ilvermorny and never thought one of her best friends would be a short, serious first year in Wampus - but when he single-handedly takes down two third year bullies with the Jellylegs Curse (and bodily jumps on and drags down another), she is quickly reminded why he is.


Seraphina and Graves going way back as friends or maybe more is one of my fav headcanons. 

“I’m going to be President,” Seraphina says to him one day, matter of factly. They’re sitting outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun after a long period of exams. Graves raises his head from the book he is reading and looks up at her. 

“I know that.” 

“I want you to be by my side, Percy,” she insists. “When I’m up there. I need someone to rely on, and I need that person to be you.” 

Percival nods, a silent agreement. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. Silence falls, before Seraphina speaks again, smiling. 

“Don’t go get yourself kidnapped and impersonated by a dark wizard while in office. Imagine the paperwork!” 

He laughs and shakes his head. “What are the chances of that happening?” 

“Pretty slim. Who would want to wear your face anyway?” 

“Well, I am pretty.” 

“No you’re not.” 

“Sure as hell am. That’s why you love me.” 

She rolls her eyes and gets up. “Come on,” she says, lending him a hand. “We have to get to class.”