canteen of thoughts

You’re All I Need (Part 2)

Find part 1 here!

Pairing: Lydia x Reader

Summary: Ever since that day in the bathroom, (Y/N) and Lydia have never been closer. Lydia always had (Y/N)’s back and she’d curse anyone that said a bad word about her. When (Y/N) doesn’t turn up to school for three days, Lydia’s worry grows and she’s had enough of the ignored messages and phone calls and decides to give Derek’s loft a visit.

Word Count: 907

Prompt: Part one has the prompt, part two was requested - Thank you very much.

A/N: Check out part one of ‘You’re All I Need’! I really enjoyed writing this! Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, reblog, comment, follow and request <33

Originally posted by thefreakingvampires

“Please leave a message after the beep…”

Lydia let out a miserable sigh before shoving her phone back into her pink handbag. She leaned up against the locker keeping an eye on locker number 251, (Y/N)’s locker. The locker hasn’t been touched Monday and with Friday rolling around the corner, Lydia was beginning to get worried. No one else seemed to notice her disappearance and it angered her. “Hey Lydia,” Stiles and Scott walked up greeting her as normal before following where her eyes landed. “Lyd, I’m sure she is fine.”

Lydia rolled her eyes before walking away from the duo. She looked at her watch on her wrist - it was only one o’clock, there were still a couple of hours of classes left but Lydia was getting impatient. She was checking her phone every second minute; her head would snap up whenever she heard the classroom door open or when she heard a girl’s voice that was similar to (Y/N)’s.

Lydia took a quick glance around the hallway, it was nearly empty apart from the couple of students running to their next class and teachers exiting or entering the staff canteen. Before she thought about it, she snuck around the corner towards the entrance and rushed out to the fresh air. She ran to her car, her heels clicking along the pavement – she took a deep breath when she sat in her leather seats, and started the engine.

“Are you just going to lazy around here until you die?” Your brother snapped stepping out of his room and walking to the other side of the loft. You shrugged your shoulders, not caring what he thought staring at the television that was playing some old rerun of a show. You couldn’t pay attention to it no matter how hard you tried, a strange yet intelligent strawberry blonde occupied your thoughts. “You have to go back to school.”

“Next week,” You muttered, not tearing your eyes from the brunette boy on the screen. Derek let out a growl before he stopped moving, his ears perking up. “What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up in a hurry. “Someone is here.” He answered, walking towards the door of the loft, before anyone could knock he opened the door and you got the sensation of the familiar, adoring scent. “Lydia,” You said, scrambling up from the sofa and walking to stand beside Derek. “What are you doing here?” You questioned, confused and terrified at the same time.

Lydia looked from Derek to you, and a small smile covered her lips. “You haven’t been in school, I was starting to get worried.” You felt relief wash all over your body and you were about to reply before you remembered your werewolf brother standing, listening to you. “Can you leave?” You asked him with raised eyebrows. He let out a chuckle, patting your shoulder before walking down the steps of the loft and out of sight. “Come in.”

“You didn’t have to come here.” You mumbled nervously after five minutes of an awkward aura around the room. You were sitting on the sofa next to Lydia who was playing with the frill of her skirt. “I’m sorry, I know it’s quite invasive but I was getting so worried, (Y/N). I was afraid something happened to you,” She started, “Or you did… Nevermind.” She coughed awkwardly before looking at you seriously. “I don’t know about you (Y/N), but I get this feeling in my stomach but I only get it when I think of you and for so long, I’ve been trying to ignore it but it’s getting too strong.” She nudged closer to you, you could feel her breath against your face and you looked into her gorgeous, captivating blue eyes, “I always want to be near you,” She whispered, “I always want to be touching you,” You jumped slightly when her hand touched your thigh, “And I can’t hold it in any longer.” Tears were forming in her eyes, and you felt angry at yourself for not noticing these feelings – you felt angry because she was crying for you, for both of you.

As the first tear fell from her eye, you felt a string of emotion rush around your body. You wanted to stop the sadness and misery that these feelings were causing her. You took one last look in her stunning, wet eyes before you crushed your lips to her pink ones. The kiss was full of energy, it was full of want and misery that has been floating around for far too long. In the moment, you became one.

With one of your hands resting on the back of her neck; hers on your waist, you pulled back in shock. You gulped and stared into her wide eyes and admired her for a second, how beautiful she really was with all her walls collapsing in that minute. “I feel the same,” You whispered and she took a deep breath. “Really?” She asked, and you nodded frantically, “I really do.” You closed the gap again, wanting more of her.

She lay down on the sofa, resting on her elbows and you hovered over her, not wanting this moment to end. “Please come back to school, it’s dreadful without you.” She mumbled into the kiss. You nodded again, not wanting to break contact with her. You couldn’t believe what was happening in this moment, and that is was only happening now.

Part 1

Science Fair part 2

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

I’d totally be up for a continuation of Science Fair if you ever wanted to do that! It was adorable and fun! <33 xx ; I’d really love to see a part 2 of Science Fair! ; Can you please make a second part to this?!; Omg please make this a series - @this-is-menot-caring​ ; Okay but what happened after lunch?? I’m such trash for this now - @poe-also-bucky

A/N- So I got an overwhelming response for Science Fair and these are all the people who asked for a part 2 that I could find so I tagged you because it’s been awhile since part 1.

Part 1

Originally posted by enochianess

It was the following day and lunch was approaching, you made your way to the back of the field and sat under one of the trees. You texted Bucky where you were and flipped your phone in your hand anxiously, you hadn’t told your friends about what happened or where you were. No one knew you were here. What if this was all just some set up? A practical joke and in a few minutes Bucky would show up with his friends and reveal he had never been interested in you for real.

Of course the logical part of you knew that wasn’t true. Bucky was sweet and funny and seemed to genuinely care about the fact that you didn’t want to be in the spotlight, you just hoped your read on his character had been correct.

A few minutes later Bucky walked up to you and sat down in front of you, “Hi,” he gave you a smile that was enough to make your heart melt.

“Hi,” you said shyly, blushing. You discreetly looked around you for any notion that someone was watching you but nobody was, you turned your gaze back to Bucky, “I had fun last night.”

If possible, his grin got wider. “Yeah? Me too,” he nodded, “I brought some food, if you want it?” he asked.

You were going to turn down the offer but your stomach rumbled, you usually ate in the canteen and you hadn’t thought to pack a lunch. “Sure,” you nodded and watched as Bucky began to pull stuff from his bag.

First he set down a small blanket on the grass in front of you then began placing food on top, he pulled out sandwiches, chocolate bars, fruit, pudding cups, juice boxes, crisps and neatly arranged them on the blanket. “Wow, you really prepared for this,” you commented astonished.

He smiled sheepishly and a small blush graced his cheeks, “I wanted to impress you,” he admitted.

You couldn’t contain your grin, you picked up a sandwich and took a bite. “These are so good,” you said, taking another bite of one of the best sandwiches you had eaten in a long while. The sandwiches they served at school were bad on Mondays when they were freshest but the ones that didn’t get eaten were frozen overnight and served the next and so on and so forth until Friday when they didn’t even resemble edible food. This was the crap you had been eating for a year and Bucky’s fresh homemade sandwich was like heaven.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just a sandwich.”

“Best damn sandwich I’ve ever eaten,” you quickly finished your sandwich and popped the straw through a juice box. “Your friends didn’t mind you not eating with them?” you asked.

He shook his head, “Nah, they probably won’t even realise I’m gone. What about your friends, no offence but you don’t seem to have many of them and surely they would notice you were gone?”

“None taken,” you assured him, you would rather have two amazing friends than ten not so good ones. “My other friends are in a science club this lunchtime. I like science but I don’t like the actual learning about it, space is cool and I want to know about it but the lessons and clubs here at school are such a drag, y’know?”

Bucky nodded, “Yup, I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed, the two of you ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again, “So, quick question. Would you like for this thing between us to continue?” he tried to ask casually.

You tensed up briefly but forced yourself to relax, “What do you mean?”

“Would you want us to like, sort of, uh, date?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I could tell my friends about you and be seen with you in public.”

You bit your lip, “Bucky, you know how I feel about being in the centre of attention-”

“So you don’t want to date me,” he slumped his shoulders.

“I do, I  just,” you assured him, “Can we take it slow? Like really really slow?”

“Can I tell Steve about you? I’ll make him promise not to say anything,” Bucky promised.

Slowly you nodded, “Okay, I guess that’s fair,” you agreed.

Bucky smiled at you, “Cool, good, because I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you, too,” you blushed.


A/N- Okay part 2 down! I think I might do a third part a little further down the line but what do you guys want, let me know what you think. Requests are open xx 

Baby’s Breath PT.2

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

A/N: Thanks everyone for the positive feedback. This part is short and I’m sorry for that.(Y/FN - ‘your full name’)

Part 1

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Canteen of Thoughts 12

The stairwell forward, like the mythological stairwell to “success”,
is shorter than the dragged out series of bricks
of hope appears. From afar
the outlook assures the mountain has no end: 
I doubt whether the rise really does die out.

Clouds suspend in their cushioned seats off yonder. 
Impatience is a boundless hill of detriments 
for the type of battles I have planned, 
a curse casted to the town
of warriors in my intestines.

I climb and climb…

The clear-cut slopes remind of a dream 
I cannot recall fully,
a love I cannot rid, 
a star I cannot reach to taste;
they yell of determination, of persistence,
but all the acreage of aspiration will surely crumble
if the demon faced ahead, similar to the devil
of my thoughts, is but one’s own

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Matthew about Alan

“I was at Leavesden Studios today when I heard the news. As I walked through the canteen I thought of Alan queuing up for his lunch with us mere mortals. I recalled the trailer in which he offered me some of the greatest advice I ever received about this mad profession we shared. Being back in those corridors made me remember a lot of things and I will treasure those memories all my life. He inspired my career more than he ever knew and I’ll miss him”


anonymous asked:

On the topic of there wont be food and water i really would wanna see bellamy giving the last of his water or food to clarke and acting all casual about it(she wouldnt know of course cause she would freak out over it)

YES!!! omg but imagine it going both ways ??

there’s a shortage of drinkable water and everyone is going thirsty. Water is being rationed, mostly being kept in the med bay. Everyone’s dehydrated.

Bellamy notices during the day that Clarke’s hands are shaking more than his are, so he pours the rest of his canteen into hers when she’s asleep and when she wakes up she holds up her own canteen and frowns. “Funny… I thought I didn’t have any left.”

“Imagining things is probably a good sign that you should drink some more,” he replies wryly, and she’s successfully distracted by the joke, rolling her eyes before tipping her canteen back. 


Clarke notices later that he’s walking really slowly during the day, not responding to questions until his name is said sharply. She digs in her pack for her last bag of nuts and presses it in his hand later.

He looks up at her. It’s a testament to how badly he needs it that he doesn’t immediately try to hand it back. “What about you,” he says slowly.

She smiles even as the hollowness of hunger claws up the insides of her stomach. “I’ve got lots in my pack,” she lies.

Watching him eat and become more steady on his feet the rest of the day is more satisfying than eating it herself, anyway.

Canteen of Thoughts 13

those mutant ogres
crawl on the hairy backs
of all segments of the city.

they, too, scramble up
fitfully, like when
scouring for holy answers.
comets raise such questions,
with a shimmering
emphasis – those inquiries we submit,
aware there’s no
“right” reply 

 praying by some
divine intervention some person
interrogated could
defy the laws of a crappy life
and perform that resplendent
miracle for you.

the queries zigzag
and jet over our congested heads,
as though they hold a purpose
other than exhibiting how inwardly
penniless we are, that we crave
for reassurance in
empty bottles

unearthing only
empty responses,
and sugarcoated tales. 

why must we
do this? 

Canteen of Thoughts 14

Question everything––
the contradictions pressing in seats
in the frames caressed with cold eyes
every sunrise, the inconsistency in tomorrow;
that I must look forward when
my mind always time travels 
to “back in
the day”,

before life was judged by  a number grade
and every face was a hundred percent 
the same…

Goals of fitting in fully Abolished
by personal rights leaders.

 Such luck,
only a sharp yell propels
my soul upward
to the next bus