Traditionally, America uses the musical guest performances on Saturday Night Live as an opportunity to take a bathroom break. Occasionally, an artist is so unexpectedly engaging they cause the nation to cross it’s collective legs. This happened in 2008 when Adele appeared on the feverishly anticipated Sarah Palin episode and saw her 19 album rocket from the low hundreds to the top 20. Sometimes, a musician performs so horrifically that their career expires on the spot. That was the sad fate of Ashlee Simpson who dissolved into a puddle of embarrassment when her pre-recorded voice track malfunctioned back in 2004. And then there are the times when the show goes all out to make a star. At this early stage in his I’m-a-big-boy-now solo career, no one knows for certain whether Harry Styles has Justin Timberlake-style mass appeal in his destiny. But SNL absolutely treated him like it’s a foregone conclusion.
In the same way the show always rolls out the red carpet for frequent host and musical guest Timberlake, Harry Styles was all over this episode. He popped up in the opening moments of host Jimmy Fallon’s painstakingly choreographed singalong to David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He displayed decent comedy chops impersonating Mick Jagger in a Family Feud skit – where he made a meta-reference to the madness of walking away from a successful band One Direction to go solo – and threw himself into the role of a singing Civil War soldier in a subsequent sketch.
Halfway into the show, he stopped being funny and dealt directly with the lingering question of whether he could stand on a stage without conjuring up sad memories of his missing bandmates. A matter of seconds into his performance of Sign of the Times, all doubts were erased. He looked dapper in a bold plaid double-breasted suit. He oozed charisma and whether you think the song is an instant classic or a decent tune that’s been dragged kicking and screaming into passing for an anthem, he and his back-up musicians tore into it like it was his Greatest Hit. Actual Americans reacted to the performance with enthusiasm. “Finally, a British rock star,” gushed Lori Majewski, host of Sirius XM’s daily music talk show, Feedback. “He blew me away. His hair. His suit. The song. He’s the anti-Ed Sheeran.” Cherry Chevapravatdumrong, co-executive producer of Family Guy and a ride-or-die One Direction superfan had previously pronounced herself `meh’ on the song. Last night changed that meh to a wow. “He sounded amazing. He opened with the same kind of power he used to close Drag Me Down with and then built from here. He left it all out on the field and he still has another one to go!”
The second song, Tell Me Something proudly displayed its Seventies folk-rock roots, and saw Styles strumming a 12-string guitar and displaying a gift for harmonizing with his bandmates that wasn’t always evident in the 1D era. “It’s pretty and calm, but also a smidgen not calm,” noted Chevapravatdumrong. “I want to listen to it while walking through a field that is mostly grass but also some flowers.”
Lori Majewski has no doubts that Harry Styles, solo artist, is standing on the precipice of massive stardom. “He brought out the cougar in me and he’s going to do the same to every woman in America.” Maybe she’s right. Or maybe Styles’ appeal will remain limited to grown-up One Direction fans. The only conclusion that can safely be drawn at this juncture is that Harry Styles SNL performance put him much closer to the Adele category than the Ashlee Simpson one.
Y'all are never gonna sell me on the idea that Lyanna “didn’t wanna marry her betrothed Robert cause he was a womanizer with a bastard son” Stark and Rhaegar “apparent fuckboy husband and father of two, who he made bastards just so he could marry his side-chick in his wife’s hometown and, at the same time, destroy the alliance with Dorne that took two centuries of war and bloodshed to gain peace in the seven kingdoms” Targaryen is some great epic romance. Don’t even try, cause its never gonna happen.
It was Friday night and you were a little buzzed despite it only being ten o’clock. Sherri was having a party since her parents were out of town and you figured why not. What with all of the pressures of school and your parents you decided you needed a night to blow off steam. Besides, you had nothing better to do and a party sure beats staying at home getting a head start on next week’s homework.
“Y/N!” you heard behind you and you saw Zach as you turned around.
“Hey, Zach. What’s up?” you asked with furrowed brows since you never really talked to him.
“I need a partner for beer pong, you wanna join?” he asks hopefully. “No thanks. I’m at my limit for drinking tonight.” you laugh and he tilts his head, “Aw, c’mon, I’ll do all the drinking. I just need a partner and you seem like a good shot.” he winked and you groaned as you agreed.
You’ve only been playing for a few minutes and Zach only had to drink two cups while the opposing team had three cups left. You closed one eye as you focused on where you wanted the ball to go. With precision you flicked your fingers and the ball went directly in the cup which caused the crowd around you to erupt in cheers. You raised your arms as you cheered along with them and Zach picked you up a little as he hugged you.
When he put you down you saw a certain dorky boy dressed in khaki pants and a button-up that was tucked into the waistband.
“Clay!” you exclaimed and walked over to your best friend, “You made it!” you cheered and hugged him but quickly eyed his outfit.
“What are you wearing?” you asked as you stifled a laugh.
“Hey!” he mocked offense, “You told me to wear something nice.” he laughed. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean wear church clothes.” you rolled your eyes and quickly started pulling his shirt up to untuck it.
“Better.” you smiled up at him.
“Y/N! Babe!” Zach called, “C’mon it’s our turn!”
“Babe?” Clay scoffed and you smacked his chest playfully. “Be nice.” you scolded before letting out a chuckle because you couldn’t say that with a straight face. You were aware that Clay wasn’t very fond of Zach and his whole group of jock friends. But it was just a game of beer pong.
“Come on. You can watch me annihilate the other team.” you winked as Clay followed suit.
You picked up the ball and blew on it for good luck as you slowly swayed from side to side in concentration. Zach put both his hands on your hips as he came up behind you and whispered encouragements in your ear.
You awkwardly laugh and try to focus, but you couldn’t help but notice Clay clenching his jaw and fists in the corner of your eye. You didn’t think anything of it since he was your best friend and he was probably just looking out for you. You shook your head and bent your wrist as the ball hit the edge of the cup but nonetheless fell in, causing you to win.
The crowd erupted into cheers again but this time louder as Zach picked you up and spun you in circles. You laughed until he put you down leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips and that was enough to set Clay off.
“Hey! Get the fuck off of her!” he all but screamed as he shoved Zach away from you.
“Woah, dude, relax.” Zach backed away slowly with his hands up in defense.
“No. I won’t relax, dude.” He mocked Zach. “Clay, calm down it was just a kiss.” You tried to reason with him as you put your hand on his shoulder.
“It wasn’t just a kiss, Y/N.” he says to you and turns back to Zach, “Don’t you ever touch her like that again. Don’t ever think you can pull something like that with my Y/N.” he spat at him and your eyes widened since you couldn’t recognize the person in front of you right now.
“Clay!” you yelled sternly.
You grabbed his wrist and pushed your way through the crowd to the backyard where a few people loitered.
“What the hell was that?” you scolded and he looked down in embarrassment.
“I have no idea. I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” he sighed, “It’s just seeing him being all touchy with you and then thinking he can just kiss you like that brought something out in me.” he confessed.
“It was just a kiss, Clay. It meant nothing to me.” you reasoned with him but he shook his head.
“It means something to me!” he exclaimed, “Seeing you with him like that made me want to punch something.” he said through clenched teeth as he started breathing heavily, thinking about the kiss.
You put your hand against his face and made him look at you. He starts to calm down and his eyes soften as he makes eye contact.
“The kiss meant nothing.” you softly yet sternly explain to him. He slowly nodded and took a deep breath. The sight of a disheveled and irritated Clay made you smile as you slowly leaned in, as his breath hitched in his throat.
You press your lips against his, softly at first but then he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. You pulled away a few seconds later, out of breath and heart still fluttering.
“I only want you, Clay.”
A/N: thank you so much for requesting! this is my first imagine so i hope i did it justice :)
“Heyo :) can I please have a (platonic) Steve Harrington imagine where the reader is apart of the squad (she’s about 14) and she goes on a date and gets ditched and Steve finds her crying and he goes into protective brother mode thanks :))))” -anon
THANK YOU!!!!!!! This request is just what I needed to get back on track! I really do love me some mom!steve.
I don’t know how I feel about this, but this is my first shot at actual writing. Hope I did ok?
for this to work, reader is in 9th when steves in 12th. season two has happened, but the reader is still about as new as max. let’s say this happens like 2 weeks after the events of season 2
“Steve! Hold up!”, you exclaimed in a panicked voice. Steve, on his way to study hall, slowed at the sound of your voice. Sighing lightly, he responded, “What do you need, kiddo?” In return, you shoved your schedule into his hands, pointing at the third block on the second column. “Do you know where this class is? I still don’t know this school very well.”
That was an understatement. You were friends with Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Max and therefore had spent the last month since you had moved to Hawkins demodog hunting, as well as trying to help Will and El. You weren’t too close to those two yet. All this chaos didn’t leave much room for memorizing your itinerary. You still didn’t remember how to get home from the arcade, honestly.
“Seriously, (Y/N/N)? You’ve been a freshman for 2 months, how have you not memorized the rooms yet?” “In my defense I just changed courses.” “Yeah, yeah,” Steve took a glance at the class number and name. “Oh shit, you have Ms. Thomas. Good luck with her, kid, she’s the devil. She also happens to be next to the library. I’ll walk you.” You two treaded in a direction you don’t recognized, supposedly towards your class. To fill the time, conversation flowed between you. The topic had somehow flowed to how he was coping with being single. “How am I doing being single? At least I’ve gone on a date before, nerd.” he bumped your shoulder with a smirk. You returned it. “Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and this seems the time-” “You aren’t asking me out, right?” he joked. “No, grandpa! I wanted to ask if you could drive me to and from my date tonight at the arcade. I’ve liked someone for a while now, and he asked me out yesterday. Please?” You brought it home with the puppydog eyes, leaving Steve’s resolve to crumble. Finally, he cracked.
“Ok, fine. Do I at least get the name of who I have to beat up?” Shocked, you respond, “No beating anyone up or I’ll be the one kicking your ass, Harrington! And for your information, his name is Alex. Pick me up from my place at 6 and from the arcade at 8.” You didn’t give a last name, knowing Steve would recognize the name considering he knows the whole school at this point. The bell suddenly rang, so Steve swiftly pushed you towards your class, running off to his. You spent the whole period doodling, excited for your date.
At 5:50, Steve rolled up in his BMW. Having been stress pacing for twenty minutes, you were more than ready to go, locking your door and hopping in the passenger seat. “Oh, someone’s excited,” Steve jested. “This ‘Alex’ must be quite the catch to have you all jumpy.” As he backed out of your driveway, you had to agree with him. Alex was perfect for you. You shared interests in comic books, world views and foods. It was a match made by cupid himself.
You and Steve bickered like siblings until you arrived at Palace Arcade. Before you had the chance to open the door, he grabbed your shoulder, “Ok (Y/N), it’s time for the date talk. I don’t know who this guy is, but men are wolves. Please be careful, and I swear if you call me dad for this, I’ll take it back. Here.” He handed you a roll of quarters and a five dollar bill. “Thanks for the bro talk and the drive, Stevie Wonder. I really do appreciate it.” you say honestly. Chuckling, he ruffles your hair, you immediately flattening it. “Have fun, kiddo.”
Exiting the car, you walk up to the doors of the arcade, stepping inside. You’re greeted by the sound of yells, the smell of popcorn, and neon lights. Looking around, you don’t see Alex anywhere. It’s only 6:00, he might be late, you thought to yourself, stepping over to wait in line for Dig Dug. Fifteen minutes later, and your anxiety got the best of you. He’ll come.
For the second time tonight, Steve drove up to you, only this time, you weren’t pacing. You sat on the curb outside Palace, hugging yourself in protection from the crisp winter air, sipping a cola. Rolling down the window, he exclaimed, “Come on, (Y/N/N), it’s cold out, and you need to tell me all about your date.” You didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his existence. Sensing something was wrong, Steve parked the car and sauntered over to where you sat. Joining you on the ground, he stole a sip from your glass bottle, asking the question you were dreading.
“He stood you up, didn’t he?”
Your silence was all he needed to feel a protective rage. How could someone just not show up? This Alex didn’t even have the balls to call you and say he couldn’t come. You’re such a good kid, how could anyone not see that? Looking at you, he began, “(Y/N), I’m sorry this asswipe of a human being was too blind to see how great you are. Boys at your age aren’t too smart, they don’t deserve you.” For the first time since he arrived, you lifted your head.
“I really liked Alex. He was so nice to me since I moved here. God, I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea, I’m such an idiot.” “Hey, hey, no, Okay? You are not an idiot for wanting to be a normal teenager for once. The idiot here is anyone who would ever take you for granted.” You stayed silent. Steve sighed, handing you your coke. Gesturing for your hand, he pulled you off the step, grabbing your shoulder lightly. He looked into your eyes, “ You’re like a little sister to me, kiddo, and I want you to be happy. So, to help you be happy, let’s go back inside and have a good time. You still have those quarters?” Finally, you spoke, “No, I blew it all when I realized he wasn’t coming.” Smiling, Steve tossed another roll at you. “Lucky for you, I planned ahead for once.”
Tossing an arm around your shoulder, Steve lead you into the building, already cracking jokes to make you smile. You two spent the rest of the time before closing trying to get top score on every game in the arcade, having a far better time than you would have with Alex.
So my beautiful best friend, @tacmc and I decided to do a prompt exchange! The prompt we went with is “The fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the apartment next door is standing next to me in his underwear,” with a Rowaelin pairing.
Let us know if this is something you’d like for us to do more often!
You can find her half of the exchange HERE (it’s so damn cute, UGH) and mine below the cut! Enjoy!
Pairing: Vampire Jungkook x Werewolf Reader (A Halloween special trash)
Word Count: 5.8k-ish
When things between you and your love rival, Jungkook, start heating up, you realize that not everything is what it seems to be….
“Get your grubby paws off him,” Jungkook snarls at you as you link your arm with Jimin’s, his eyes a startling shade of golden brown—indicating that he’s been feeding recently—and you give a nonchalant look in response, “Frankly, it’s disgusting.”
“Not more than you, though,” You retort back, gripping Jimin’s hand tighter to further the anger boiling in his veins, smiling when you see his glare intensify, “At least I can keep him warm like this, unlike you, deadface.”
“Guys, stop fighting, seriously.” Jimin’s soft voice serves to quell your irritation, especially when he grips your hand back with his, looking at you with his warm brown eyes and that smile that you adore so much. Though you really can’t be around Jungkook without starting an argument, Jimin makes it tolerable.
But, it doesn’t really do much to silence Jungkook.
So… This was written way back in January (yikes), when I first started to write the mafia au fic 8 Days a Week and only @kawaiilo-ren and a couple other people have seen it. You might think you’ve seen it before, because Kait is a babe and she’s been drawing the amazing comic of this scene (and murdering me along the way).
My plan was to keep this private until it was time to publish it on Ao3 but life is short and I actually like this. People will probably forget by the time it’s published there anyway, oops.
Under the cut because it’s long.
Hospital hall is looking cold and bleak
under the fluorescent lights, like it did many hours ago. Yuri doesn’t remember
how long it’s been since he left the building but coming back feels like
returning from war, maybe. He doesn’t know what war feels like. It must be exhausting,
if it resembles this even slightly.
Ignoring his shaking hands is easy, as is
turning a blind eye to his pulsating head ache. His body is crashing after
riding through the adrenaline waves and he would kill for a nap; but that would
make the list of things worth killing for longer and he isn’t sure if he is
ready to deal with the paperwork. He isn’t ready to deal with anything yet, he
just wants to return the weapon to its true owner and fall into a lifelong
“In the same way the show always rolls out the red carpet for frequent host and musical guest Timberlake, Harry Styles was all over this episode. He popped up in the opening moments of host Jimmy Fallon’s painstakingly choreographed singalong to David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. He displayed decent comedy chops impersonating Mick Jagger in a Family Feud skit – where he made a meta-reference to the madness of walking away from a successful band One Direction to go solo – and threw himself into the role of a singing Civil War soldier in a subsequent sketch.
Halfway into the show, he stopped being funny and dealt directly with the lingering question of whether he could stand on a stage without conjuring up sad memories of his missing bandmates. A matter of seconds into his performance of Sign of the Times, all doubts were erased. He looked dapper in a bold plaid double-breasted suit. He oozed charisma and whether you think the song is an instant classic or a decent tune that’s been dragged kicking and screaming into passing for an anthem, he and his back-up musicians tore into it like it was his Greatest Hit. Actual Americans reacted to the performance with enthusiasm. ‘Finally, a British rock star,’ gushed Lori Majewski, host of Sirius XM’s daily music talk show, Feedback. ‘He blew me away. His hair. His suit. The song. He’s the anti-Ed Sheeran.’ Cherry Chevapravatdumrong, co-executive producer of Family Guy and a ride-or-die One Direction superfan had previously pronounced herself `meh’ on the song. Last night changed that meh to a wow. ‘He sounded amazing. He opened with the same kind of power he used to close Drag Me Down with and then built from here. He left it all out on the field and he still has another one to go!’
The second song, Tell Me Something proudly displayed its Seventies folk-rock roots, and saw Styles strumming a 12-string guitar and displaying a gift for harmonizing with his bandmates that wasn’t always evident in the 1D era. ‘It’s pretty and calm, but also a smidgen not calm,’ noted Chevapravatdumrong. ‘I want to listen to it while walking through a field that is mostly grass but also some flowers.’
Lori Majewski has no doubts that Harry Styles, solo artist, is standing on the precipice of massive stardom. ‘He brought out the cougar in me and he’s going to do the same to every woman in America.’ Maybe she’s right. Or maybe Styles’ appeal will remain limited to grown-up One Direction fans. The only conclusion that can safely be drawn at this juncture is that Harry Styles SNL performance put him much closer to the Adele category than the Ashlee Simpson one.”
Author’s Note: This fic was written for@backseat-negan‘s writing challenge. My prompt word was ‘Road Trip’ which are two words, but we’re not gonna talk about that. Shhhhhhh.
I’ve been suffering from such bad writer’s block lately, but I’ve noticed that the more sleep deprived I am, the more I write. So I had 5 hours of sleep yesterday and I typed up this whole thing tonight. I wasn’t even gonna write smut, but like the trash that I am, smut happened. Oops.
Please let me know what you thought!
Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic and for leaving hilarious reactions to it.
Harry’s ecstatic that Y/N is with him for the rest of the European leg of the tour,even if there is just two shows left.
He doesn’t care that after his show in Milan,she’ll go home and they’ll have to,once again, resort to messaging each other (unless he decides to stay with her for a while).He doesn’t care because right in this moment of time,she’s with him.And as she’s with him,he has not much care for anything else that isn’t her.
A/N: This wasn’t requested but it is of the new episode. Keep requesting
“You don’t have to do this, you know that right? I know you
weren’t Jason’s number one fan” you tell your boyfriend, Jughead
“Look I may have hated Jason, but he is your brother and
with all the attention on your parents and sister, who’s looking after you” he
explains carefully. Everyone in town knew how horrible your parents were and
everyone who went to your school knew what Cheryl was like and even though your
sister and you got closer after his death doesn’t mean that it wasn’t harder
for you than anyone else when everyone worried over Cheryl.
When Jughead arrived at your house he immediately tried to
find you, which was in Jason’s room and he walked over and sat next to you on
“Thank you Jughead, I don’t know where I would be without
you” you sigh out, resting your head on his shoulder
“Ready to face the people?” Jughead asks you softly
“Might as well get this over and down with” you sigh, Jughead
stands and holds out a hand for you to take, pulling you up when you place your
hand in his. As you both stand there for a minute you pull him into a hug, no
matter how strong you appear on the outside it was difficult for you and Jughead
was the only one to know that. While in the embrace your mother, Penelope Blossom,
walks by stopping when she sees that Jason’s door is open and she peers into it
see you and Jughead
“What are you doing in here?” she demands, causing you and Jughead
to pull apart quickly
“We were just leaving mother” you reply with your head
bowed, flattening out your bright green dress
“What? To get ready for the service? You’re not even dressed
yet (y/n)” your mother pressed
“This is what I’m wearing to the service, Jason always said
how he loved me in green, he said it brought out the colour of my eyes, so I’m
wearing it for him” you reply, trying to be confident but failing under the
intense gaze that your mother had. Jughead turns to look at you with admiration
in his eyes proud to call you his girlfriend as it was difficult for anyone to
stand up to Penelope Blossom.
“You’re as bad as your sister, hurry up and get out of his
room” she demands, walking past her you and Jughead quickly rush out of your
brother’s room to go to the area where the memorial was being held
“(Y/n)! There you are I didn’t think I could do this without
you. Can I borrow you for a second?” your sister, Cheryl Blossom, asks when she
sees you before you and Jughead walk into the room
“Yeah sure, I’ll be right back” you direct the last bit
towards your boyfriend and he nods understandingly and proceeds to walk into
the room. You and Cheryl walk to her room where you help her into her outfit,
the both of you decided to go out of the social norms and dress like Jason
would have wanted you to dress like.
If Jughead wasn’t proud of you before he certainly was now,
the moment he saw your sister and you walk down the aisle wearing what you were
wearing, sticking together despite your parents, he knew one thing for certain,
that he was absolutely, positively in love with you and he made sure to tell
you after the ceremony.