C’mon Heavy, it’s a good song and you know it.

God this took me forever, I wanted to draw an actual background buuuuuuuuuuuuuut

Originally posted by elevens-angels

The Perfect Night

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Reader (she/her)

Requested: Anonymous

Warnings: Mild swearing

Keys: (Y/n) = Your name, (f/c) = favorite color


57: “Is that my shirt?”

79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

124: “Take that back!”


Masterlist//Prompt list//Fandom list


You sniffed and grabbed a tissue, blowing your nose in the most unattractive way. You gave a loud groan, glad no one else was home. Although maybe if someone was home, you could force them to get you throat lozenges, rather than having to get them yourself. You sighed and pulled the blanket closer to your body.

You practically screamed in anger when you heard a knock on the door. Can’t I just be sick in peace? You slowly stood, keeping the blanket draped over your shoulders. A glare was painted on your face as you opened the door. On the other side stood your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

“Now would you take a look at that attractive face.” He said with a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want Steve?” You mumbled.

“What? Can’t a guy spend some quality time with his girlfriend? And besides, I know… Hold on, is that my shirt?” He asked, pointing to your top. You looked down and adjusted your blanket, covering his green long sleeve.

“Um… No?” You asked. He shook his head with a smile.

“So are you gonna let me come in so I can make you feel better?” He asked. You frowned.

“Your gonna get sick.” You replied. He shrugged.

“You think I care? Come on, let your boyfriend take care of you.” He insisted. You rolled your eyes with a smile and moved to the side.

“Fine, but don’t let it be said that I didn’t warn you.” You said as you closed the door. He set his bag on the couch as you began to walk up the stairs.

“Hey, where you going?” He called after you.

“Going to put pants on!” You called back. Yes. You weren’t wearing any pants. You were home alone and sick, okay?

“Or, you could just not wear pants.” He said as he walked to the stairs and leant on the banister. You laughed.

“Nice try, Harrington.” You replied. You walked to your room and decided on a simple pair of (f/c) pajama shorts. You slowly made your way back down and smiled as you saw Steve setting up a movie.

“What’re you putting on?” You asked as you fastened the blanket around you. He turned slightly before pushing in the vhs.

“Terminator.” He replied. You groaned.

“That movie was kinda trash, Steve.” You said as you made your way to the couch. He gasped.

Take that back! Take it back right now! Terminator was a masterpiece!” He argued. You scoffed as you sat on the couch.

Okay.” You said sarcastically. He stuck his tongue out and sat next to you. He grabbed some blanket and placed it around his shoulder. You adjusted it slightly, moving it so it covered your leg. After a few minutes he pulled it onto himself, inevitably pulling it off you.

“Damnit Steve! Stop hogging all the blanket!” You shouted, yanking it completely off him. He turned his head to you.

“You know, you’re a jerk.” He said. You shrugged and bundled yourself in the blanket, leaving him with nothing. He sighed and grabbed you by the waist. You began to protest but stopped when he placed you in his lap. He unwrapped you from the blanket and placed it on top of you, causing it cover both of you.

“Better?” He whispered. You turned to the screen.

“Maybe.” You replied. He laughed and kissed your cheek, turning back to the movie.

Ghost, Chapter 2: “Blood Hands”

Originally posted by unravelingthepain

A/N: Chapter inspired by the song “Blood Hands” by Royal Blood. In the next chapter, the playlist for the story might be ready and I’ll share it with you. I took damn long to post because I wasn’t with internet at home (dark times, were those). Thank you, once again, @witchymarvelspacecase for helping me with vocabulary and grammatical errors.

Summary: Reader meets all the team in a meeting set by Tony, so they can discuss his proposal. Reader finds it quite interesting and decides she should give it a try. The walls she formed over time begin to crumble when part of her past shows up in details, but not in a nostalgic and pleasurable way.

Warnings: angst, swearing, details and mentions of death, mentions of rape and torture.

Word count: 2.921.

Y/N: your name; Y/LN: your last name; Y/H/C: your hair color; Y/H/T: your hair type.

When I opened the door of that room, all I could think about was that I needed a proper shower and a full night of sleep. The white and  fluffy looking mattress of the queen-sized bed in the room – my room – was calling my name in an almost hypnotizing chant.

I went to the bathroom and smiled to myself when I saw the bathtub in front of me.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” I said out loud while I began to fill it up with warm water.

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tailsnick  asked:

Hydra is a unique Vaporeon with more shark like qualities, I think. So my question, is she the only character like that, that has more other creatures traits, or is there like sub categorizes of different Vaporeons like there are with real animals?

[ my headcanon w/ hydra is she looks the way she does based on her surroundings since eevee’s thing is basically adaption and evolution.. Hydra’s a bright (shiny) color b/c she’s from Alola, which is tropical and tropical areas have sharks as well ofc, shes not totally shark influenced though she just has some traits like some fins and teeth, but its not really a subspecies of vaporeon i’d say its just how she is lol

inversely, Orion’s color has darkened and became way less saturated since being on Alola though.. ]

26 Unusual K-pop Asks: What's/Who's...
  • A: Something really attractive that your bias does?
  • B: A favorite physical feature of your bias?
  • C: A color that you think your bias looks good in?
  • D: Your favorite dance?
  • E: An idol you think would be easy to get along with?
  • F: The first group you loved?
  • G: A group you wish you could see more of on your dash?
  • H: The best hairstyle your bias has ever had?
  • I: The most interesting voice or style in K-pop?
  • J: A group you love to jam out to?
  • K: Your favorite non-Korean idol?
  • L: Your favorite line from a song?
  • M: Your favorite Maknae?
  • N: The best/catchiest name (or stage name)?
  • O: Another occupation you could see your bias being?
  • P: Your favorite photoshoot?
  • Q: A quality your bias shows that you absolutely love?
  • R: The best rapper, or, the best rapper line?
  • S: A song that never fails to get stuck in your head?
  • T: Your favorite hidden talent an idol has shown?
  • U: The most unusual group?
  • V: The best/sexiest voice in K-pop?
  • W: Something you wonder about?
  • X: Your favorite cross-group friendship?
  • Y: The last M/V you watched on Youtube?
  • Z: Not related to Z, but... Your favorite Kpop blogs?

C for Cuba C for Color 

In the words of the artist Salvador Cueva:

“Todo el tiempo estuve emocionado por ver tanto color en las calles, las sensaciones nunca dejaron de llegar mientras estuve allá. All the time I was excited to see so much color in the streets, my feelings that never stopped  while I was there.“


a look back on this week’s spread — a little messy but at the same time, i really really like it?? i’m p happy with the gray colors c:

🎶 currently listening to : If We Dream - ONF

The Princess & The Snake || S.P.


a/n: This was not requested, but I have been thinking a lot about Sweet Pea and how he needs a LOT more recognition. So, I wrote this. I absolutely adore him and I really hope you guys like this possible fic!?!?! I am really excited about this so, here is “The Princess & The Snake.”

P.O.V: first person

summary: Y/N grew up alongside Archie, Jughead, Betty, Cheryl, and Josie. Her mother was a hotshot realtor on the Northside of Riverdale and she was one of the girls lucky enough to call themselves a River Vixen. When a bunch of Serpents show up across the street to start trouble with Archie, she meets the one person who could flip her whole world upside down.

warnings: Cussing, violence

word count: 2,497 :)

(gif not mine)

KEY: Y/M/N= your middle name; y/h/c= your hair color; Y/L/N= your last name.

Part Two  Part Three


❝A bad boy can be very good for a girl❞  

- Melissa de la Cruz

Originally posted by my-sweet-pea

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The Princess & The Snake || S.P.


a/n: YAY!!! I love this story so far and I am so hyped about this part. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one. You know the drill, like, reblog, and send me feedback! xx, aubree.

warnings: cussing.

word count: 1,884

(gif not mine; gif credit: x)

KEY: Y/M/N= your middle name; y/h/c= your hair color; Y/L/N= your last name.

Part One  Part Three


❝A bad boy can be very good for a girl❞

- Melissa de la Cruz

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soulmate au - peter parker

Originally posted by toms-tights

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Soutmate AU. Y/N has been patiently waiting for years to find her soulmate. Turns out, they’re a lot closer than she could ever imagine.

warnings: language

requested: no

a/n: I’m writing a part two to this so stay tuned!! :) hope u all like!

Black and white have always been a permanent part of your life. Only ever seeing black and white meant no love, no soulmate. Every where you turned, your eyes followed the two colors like clockwork, that being the only things you can vision. Red, blue, green, yellow, etc; were all unbeknownst colors to you. Not even facades of memory. They were just nonexistent, in your eyes. To numerous others, they were pops of happiness in everything and every day life. But that’s only because of one thing.

Coming in contact with your soulmate.

It was odd, of course it was. You could go most of your life being around them and not knowing that they’re the one for years. You had to touch for it activate the color in your life and to find your meaningful person. Once you found your soulmate, your world vanished of the standard black and white tones of the sky and objects surrounding your being, to bright, vivid colors popping out at you from every angle of your sight. The first color to be pronounced once found, is the color of your soulmates eyes. That’s the first time you ever see what the true color of your other being is like.

But, you didn’t know what that felt like. You were sixteen years old and yes it may sound young, but the average age to find your soulmate is fourteen. By the age of thirty, if you hadn’t found your soulmate, you were given a grant and told where they were, so you could meet. Most of your friends had found theirs already, having a happy life with their significant other.

You envied their sweet relationships and ability to see the good in people and the real in everything around them. You had no clue as to what your coloring on your own body was, let alone anyone else’s. Your parents had told you that your eyes were a bright Y/E/C, whatever that color looked like, and your hair was a soft Y/H/C that glistened in the sun. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe their nice compliments, due to the fact you couldn’t trust the society around without seeing it truthfully.

That is, until one day in Chemistry.

It was a Monday afternoon, your eyelids drooped as you made your way into 6th period, setting your backpack down next to the lab table. Setting your head down on your folded arms, your groggy state almost swept you completely over until your lab partner, Peter snapped you out of it.

“H-hey Y/N, sorry I was almost late.”

You snapped your head up at the sound of the scratchy, sweet voice you loved so much, “O-Oh, hey Peter,” you slightly smiled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the possibility of your crush seeing you all droopy eyes and drool trailing out of your mouth. His lips curled into a sweet smile at your state and chuckled a little by the look on your face.

Oh my god, could you try and look any less attractive around the most beautiful boy in the world? Snap out of it!

He reached for his backpack and pulled out his notebook, opening it up to yesterday’s previous lab, “Hard night?” he questioned, turning towards you.

You sat up on the lab stool, scooting it closer to your table as you attempted a small smile in the direction of him, “I guess you could say Calculus ruined me last night,” you chuckled, opening up your own notebook as you started the continuation of the lab, “But the test was a breeze, so you’ll be fine,” you waved your hand in ease at the intelligent boy next to you with a slight tinge to your cheeks.

His lips pursed in a close mouthed smile in your direction as you began continue the lab from yesterday, both of you having butterflies roll around in your stomach for the duration of the period.

“Okay class, everyone pick up Solution #2 and pour it into the flask when you have completely Task #3,” your teacher echoed through your ears as you scribble down the solutions change of state in Task #2.

“Don’t forget” your teacher interrupted once more, “if you are able to see the change of color from Task #1 to Task #2 please write that down, and if not just leave if blank.”

You felt a heavy sigh echo from your mouth as you skipped past the “Color Change” section in your notebook. You grabbed the second solution and set in the holder before your mind wandered with a certain thought.

Did Peter know the color change in the solution? Which would mean he had found his soulmate. Did he have a soulmate?

The next thing you know, you’re leaning closer to his side of the table, attempting to peek at his notes for the lab. You stretched your neck, the chair almost tipping sideways so you could be able to look.

Task #3
Change of State: solid to liquid
Change of Color:

Instantly you felt your heart flutter and your stomach knot as such a little thing as a blank space could change your entire outlook on that Monday afternoon. He didn’t have a soulmate. Well, he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. The idea caused your cheeks to flush at the thought of having Peter that close to you.

You would finally be able to vision the color of his seemingly soft, lightly curled hair that fell in front of his forehead at times of immediate concentration. Or the true element of his loose and nice fitting sweaters he wore almost each and every day.

The color of his small lips that curl in a small smile every time it seems you embarrass yourself, fumbling over your words while talking in front of him every day in 6th period. To be able to see the light in the color of his eyes pop out at you when his chest rises and falls with every laugh or slight chuckle he lets out when either of you make a stupid joke, both your faces looking down in clumsiness and flushed looks.

If only you could meet his eyes with yours and at that very moment, his gorgeous sparkle would invite you to be apart of him and his love for both of you. You couldn’t even imagine how beautiful his entire being would be with the entire color spectrum spread without his-

All of the sudden you felt a spark like feeling zap from your fingertips. It climbed all the way up your arms, through your veins and lightly touched your toes. Your mind clouded with wandering thoughts and confusion as your head whipped in the direction of the feeling.

Glistening Y/E/C met a sparkling, captivating bright brown and your world turned vividly wonderful.