he just always looks so amazing

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Twelve Days of Twelve, Day 12: Peter Capaldi Appreciation

Maybe (probably) it was because I was there, but this has always been one of my favorite stories about Doctor Who that Peter’s told during interviews. The World Tour was just full stop amazing and honestly (looking at it now) only hinted at what a big Whovian Peter was before ever getting this job. His love for the show has been so clear in everything he’s done- both in acting and in being an amazing, kind, lovely ambassador for the show. I’m so happy that he got to fulfill his childhood dream and play Doctor Who.

Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

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Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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So I think I’ve seen people discuss this before–the idea that Viktor is Yuuri’s coach, as well as his boyfriend/fiance/husband/whatever you imagine their relationship becomes post-season 1. I’ve seen a lot of meta about how Yuuri has to disconnect the idea of Viktor-as-Idol from Viktor-as-Person (And I’ve even written some of that meta myself) but I can’t recall seeing a lot of meta about Yuuri having to separate Viktor-as-coach from Viktor-as-lover.

Coaches are in charge of you. There’s a power dynamic there that is hard to ignore, and Yuuri knows that Viktor would never take advantage of it. That’s not what this is about. But there is a somewhat natural human reflex, shall we say, to reacting negatively to someone saying No you’re doing this wrong or You need to do better

Of course Yuuri understands that this is what a coach does. The only reason Viktor is saying these things is because he wants Yuuri to improve. But it’s difficult all the same.

I think there are a lot of times, especially once Viktor retires for good and becomes Yuuri’s coach, and they’ve been together for awhile and Yuuri doesn’t have the constant swirling thought of He’s leaving soon to occupy his thoughts like he did that first summer in Hasetsu–there are a lot of times when Yuuri has to actually put effort into separating Viktor into two separate people–or at least two separate sets of motivations.

“That was the sloppiest Salchow I’ve ever seen,” Viktor says, and Yuuri has to grit his teeth and nod and do it again, and not react to it like he would if Viktor had just said something like Dinner was horrible because that’s not what’s going on. Viktor isn’t saying these things to hurt him, and moreover Viktor is not talking to him as his husband right now.

Sometimes, after particularly frustrating practice days where nothing seems to be going right and Viktor never seems happy, Yuuri has to hang back and put himself back into a mindset that’s safe for home–one that won’t make him bark at Viktor for putting the forks in the dishwasher the wrong way. Because it’s not the forks–when Yuuri says Why can’t you put the forks in the dishwasher the right way what is actually trying to come out of his mouth is You’re my husband and you keep telling me I’m doing bad and it hurts, and he knows he can’t say that, because Viktor is a good coach. He’s an amazing coach, but he comes from the Yakov Feltsman School of Brutal Honesty.

Yuuri knows that he wouldn’t feel nearly so torn up if it was Yakov telling him these things. But Viktor’s voice is the same one that laughs with him over dinner, and whispers to him in bed, and to hear that voice continually tell him he’s not quite good enough is difficult.

But then he gets home, and Coach Nikiforov has dropped away to be replaced by Vitya, Yuuri’s husband, who smiles at him when he walks in the door and says, “Welcome home, Kitten,” and Yuuri can’t help but melt into him.

“I think practice went really well today,” Viktor tells him over dinner. “Your Lutz is looking good. It’ll be an amazing program by the time we leave for Skate America.”

“You think so?” Yuuri murmurs, and what he wants to say is then why didn’t you say that at the rink, but he knows. He knows why.

And Viktor, his husband, looks up at him and beams and says, “Darling, you know I always think you’re amazing.”

And maybe, eventually, Viktor rolls over in bed and puts a hand on his hip and murmurs, “You know that everything I say in practice is meant to help you improve, right? And that I’m never trying to insult you, or hurt your feelings? I love you just as much as your coach as I do as your husband.”

“I know,” Yuuri whispers, and kisses him.

Eventually, Yuuri realizes that it’s a good thing that he’s compartmentalized Viktor like this. Sometimes Viktor annoys him to the point that he can barely see straight, and sometimes he and Viktor get into pretty heated arguments in the middle of the rink, but it’s nothing that a coach and student wouldn’t fight over. They don’t fight about the laundry at work, and they don’t fight about work while they’re doing the laundry. In the end, it helps Yuuri to keep a professional air about him, which is necessary when working with the love of your life day in and day out.

(And if once or twice, Yuuri and Viktor have had something that could be called hate sex in the locker rooms after a particularly bad practice? Well. Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.)

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His “waves on a beach” hair swept upwards like an icicle mountain and flowing ocean waves with a bonus if his black roots are growing back–making his hair three colors!!!

Hardcore Monbebe Challenge (2) Favorite hairstyle/hair color on your favorite member

It’s been about a week of driving on the road, and Stiles gets to his place and drops his things off. The rest of his stuff will be delivered in about another week. 

Stiles stands in the stillness of his tiny apartment and closes his eyes, takes in the quiet, a quiet he hasn’t heard and felt in a long time, when his phone dings.

Stiles opens his eyes, sees it’s text from Scott asking if he made it by the time he said he would. Stiles answered he made it, and then shuts his phone down, and proceeds to lay down on all the blankets he brought with him - his bed won’t be there for a few more days, at least - and sleep.

It’s night when he wakes up, and the street lights are shining into his apartment where he lay in the almost bare living room. Stiles turns on his phone, and this time his heart skips a beat - and Stiles doesn’t quite know why - when he sees the text he’d been expecting from Derek:

Have you made it? Do you want to meet up? 

It was sent an hour ago. Stiles replies back, saying he did and he would, but since it’s night time, they could meet tomorrow?

But Derek replies back a few minutes later that he wouldn’t might meeting up that night. It’s only 7PM, and so Stiles agrees and they agree to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks from where Stiles lives - Derek has been living in D.C. for a few months now, and ever since Stiles told Derek where he would be living, Derek made a point to get to know the area around it. Stiles found that oddly sweet, but he would never tell Derek that. 

Stiles’ heart is beating wildly as he leaves, locking his door behind him. He hasn’t seen Derek in over a year now. They’ve talked over the year, actually they’d talked quite a lot in the past few months, especially, but Stiles hadn’t been face to face with Derek in well over a year. 

Stiles feels and equal measure of excitement and nerves. He feels almost jumpy as he heads down the stairs in his apartment building, and then out into the warm summer night D.C. air. 

He texts Derek that he’s on his way, and Derek texts back that he’s already there, waiting outside. 

Stiles gulps and licks his lips, and walks faster, pocketing his phone.

Stiles is away from the only home he’s known for 18 years. But he feels oddly free. He misses Scott, his dad, everyone like crazy, but he also feels less…heavy. Less like he was drowning. Stiles still looked around him surreptitiously, not able to shake off the habit from almost two and a half years of danger and destruction happening to and around him, but the air is quiet, people barely spare him a glance. 

It feels wonderful.

Stiles is able to breathe

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. 

When he rounds the corner to the coffee shop, he freezes, his inhale sharp when he sees Derek standing outside, and then it feels like his heart trips over itself when Derek hears him and turns towards him, and they lock eyes. 

Derek looks good. He looks as relaxed as Stiles felt. Derek was still in the tight jeans that Stiles remembered him wearing all the time (and damn, they always made Stiles stare a little longer than he should have) but his shirt looked soft and comfortable, and it was a light purple color that made Derek look absolutely…amazing. 

And he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket. He wasn’t standing with his arms over his chest. They were at his sides, just hanging, relaxed. He also wasn’t scowling. He was grinning. At Stiles.

And Stiles found himself grinning back. He let out a shocked laugh, and then he was walking fast toward Derek, who started walking toward him too. 

Stiles sped up the last ten or so feet, and then Stiles was practically jumping into Derek’s awaiting arms, and Derek gave a small “oof” as if Stiles, fragile human that he was, was able to knock the breath out of Derek. 

“Sorry,” Stiles murmured. 

But he felt Derek shake his head and wrap Stiles up firmly in his arms, and Stiles breathed out softly, tightening his arms around Derek’s shoulders and resting his cheek against Derek’s.

“I missed you,” Stiles whispered, surprised he let that slip out. But he did nothing to take the words back. 

“I missed you, too,” Derek said, and Stiles shivered. He and Derek had mostly texted over the past year, and the last time they had talked on the phone had been months ago. Stiles had missed his soft, beautiful voice. It was like honey to Stiles’ ears.

Two and a half years. That’s how long Stiles had basically lived in hell. 

But now….now, Stiles was getting out of it. With Derek, who actually picked Stiles up enough that Stiles was then on his tippy toes, somehow bringing Stiles closer in his arms, and Stiles huffed out a laugh. 

“Derek-”

“Shh, just enjoy it,” Derek murmured. 

“Can’t imagine the Derek I knew saying that,” Stiles whispered. Even at the end, before Derek left, when he was in such a good place, he hadn’t quite been like this. So happy. So relaxed. So ready to hug someone. And hug them closely, for that matter. 

“Yeah, well…some time away helps,” Derek murmured, and Stiles felt his heart beating faster when he felt Derek brush his lips lightly against Stiles’ neck. 

“Good thing I’m getting some time away, then,” Stiles murmured. And then after a long moment, “with you,” Stiles said. 

He felt Derek inhale sharply, and then the arms around him tighten. But it didn’t feel restrictive. It felt amazingly comforting. Stiles felt warm, safe. Relaxed. And maybe even a little bit happy.

“I’m glad you’re getting time away, too. With me.”

Stiles smiled, buried his smile against Derek’s shoulder, and then decided to hold on to Derek just a little longer. 

He didn’t feel the need to be anywhere else. 

Headcanon - The “secret clothier” that always makes Feyres dresses? Rhysand. 

I just have this idea that he sneaks away and spends hours making these beautiful dresses for his mate and is just so happy when she wears them and how amazing she looks and it’s just his little secret but he loves doing it.

Dear people who get to speak with BTS at fansigns

instead of asking them for their ideal types or if they prefer dark skin or tan skin, ya know the usual things they hear on a daily  basis and probably forget about, your one of the the few people who get to actually speak with them on behalf of us armys and they need to know they are much more than their looks and such.

Can you tell Taehyung 

-that his natural skintone is amazing

- that his voice is so soulful and pure

-that we always look up to him for being so optimistic

-congratulate him for working hard in hwarang

Can you tell Jimin

-that he needs to stop overworking his body

-we don’t care about his looks he is perfect

-we care about his wonderful dance skills

-we appreciate how hard he working to improve his singing skills

-to always rest and smile

-to not overwork and stress, we are happy with what he has done for us

-his body is beautiful, keep on smiling

Can you tell Jungkook

-that his skin condition is wonderful, His skintone is blessed

-that we look up to him for working so hard for us armys at a young age

- tell him we look up to how passionate he is and how much he sacrificed at a young age

-appreciate him learning english

-tell him to rest

Can you tell Yoongi

-to never look down on himself

-to remind him that because of his music has saved lives

-his mixtape was amazing

-he is a wonderful human being who deserves happiness

-we appreciate his rapping and producing

-that he is amazing at writing meaningful lyrics

-we appreciate him choosing this path despite the hardships

Can you tell Namjoonie

-that he is an inspiration

-his mixtape literally saved me from suicide

-we appreciate him for always trying to interact with international armys

-that we are so happy he finally decided to block out the haters

-we look up to him for respecting the responsibilities of his actions

-that we really love his lyrics

-that his story on how he sacrificed family and education for music is legendary

Can you tell Seokjin

-that we appreciate eatjin its very entertaining

- that his voice is actually very skilled and so talented

-that we appreciate him for always taking care of his members

-we love listening to his solo tracks and covers

Can you tell Hoseok

-that he doesnt have to be happy all the time just bc he is the hopeful member

-that we respect him as a rapper

-that 1verse was amazing

-his dancing is inspirational

-to tell him he is so hardworking

-he doesnt need to change he is perfect

By @btsxlami

matt boyd: neil josten??? yeah, he’s amazing [digs into jacket pocket] [pulls out hundreds of thousands of photos of neil] he’s my best friend–just look at him [flips through them] i’m so proud of him [shoves photos in your face] see this? this is the first time he dragged riko moriyama. it was on national tv. god i love him so much.

Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

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Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

~ You would probably meet because James & Remus slipped some Amortentia into his pumpkin juice at dinner because they were tired of listening to him talk about you and Sirius would be all over you for the rest of the night

~ The next day Sirius would apologize and you would be super forgiving because you have such a huge crush on him 

~ “Why’re you so understanding, huh Y/L/N? You like it or something?” he’d say with an eyebrow raised and a hot smug smile/ smirk

~ “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Black.” 

~ And he’d just kiss you

~ And you’d kiss him back

~ And he’d tell you the Amortentia smelled like James Potter’s house, the smell of a new leather jacket, and your perfume and that he’d seen them slip it in his drink, he just wanted an excuse

~ And you would be unofficially official (in his mind at least) 

~ You wouldn’t know you were his girlfriend until some Ravenclaw you’d never met ran from you after you smiled at him, claiming that he didn’t want to even breathe in Sirius Black’s girlfriend’s direction because Sirius would most likely kill him

~ And so you’d ask Sirius and he’d just turn into a blushing, mumbling git

~ “I mean…you want to be my girlfriend, yeah?” 

~ “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Sirius.” 

~ And he would smile and kiss your lips quickly before scurrying off down the hallway to his next class, “Later, angel!” 

~ You would support him at Quidditch games (even if you weren’t in his house), wearing his school scarf 

~ Victory sex after they win the Qudditch Cup

~ “Did you just use the stupefy charm or are you just a natural stunner?” 

~ Lazy cuddling and eating chocolate muffins Sirius had smuggled from the kitchen in your dorm room on Sunday mornings

~ Playing pranks on him with James 

~ Winks across the classroom

~ Lip bites whenever you walked in a room that drove you absolutely insane

~ Sirius would like calling you anything except your name so lots and lots of pet names that you couldn’t get enough of

~ When he would get detention you would get in trouble purposely and sit in detention with him 

~ Sirius would be such a whiner 

~ “Babe, give me a kiss.” 

~ “Angel, I need attention.” 

~ “Stop loving your books more than me.” 

~ You would get extremely jealous of all the girls throwing themselves at him

~ He’d usually makes jokes about it but definitely assure you that you were all he needed / wanted 

~ Sitting at the dinner table in a comfortable silence until James pipes up 

~ “Remus owes me 3 galleons.” 

~ “Yeah, what for?” you/Sirius would ask

~ “We had a contest to see who could moan Sirius’ name and sound more like Y/N. Peter judged, and I won.”  

~ He would start imitating how you sound and you would just want to crawl in a hole and die 

~ Sirius would just laugh and pull you into his chest as you blush and mumble about how much of a prick James was

~ Lots and lots of hickeys

~ He would help you with astronomy work all the time because he was so good at it 

~ Always pointing at Canis Major when you had dates in the astronomy tower

~ And he would run his fingers through your hair and tell you, “You know, love, I used to be so amazed by the stars but, now, I look at you and wonder how the stars in the sky could ever compare to the ones in your eyes.” 

~ And you would be so astounded by how in love this boy was with you that you wouldn’t even know what to say and you would pull him into the deepest kiss 

~ And he would laugh and hold you, whispering how much he loved you into your ear as you pointed out more constellations 

~ Him watching you on the Marauder’s Map

~ James would be so fed up and annoyed when you two first started dating 

~ “Sirius, if you say Y/N one more time, I’ll kill you.” 

~ He would always warn you about pranks before he pulled them not wanting you in the crossfires 

~ You would be so impressed by his pranking brilliance 

~ “Sirius, if you put as much work as you did into schoolwork as you did in these elaborate pranks, you would be top of the class.” 

~ “You sound like Dumbledore.” 

~ He would always give you his leather jacket when you looked the slightest bit uncomfortable 

~ You’d walk into their dorm and Peter would smile, “Hey, Mrs. Black.” 

~ “Don’t call her that,” Sirius would grumble. “She’s not a Black. She’s too pure to be a Black.” 

~ You would do normal things like fly on a broomstick or walking across icy sidewalks to get inside and Sirius would lose his mind

~ “Darling, please be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’m always worrying, you know that.” 

~ “Sirius, I was just walking up the steps.” 

~ Getting into legitimate fights about books with Remus

~ “Moony, stop yelling at my baby! Middle-Earth is not a real place, anyways!” 

~ And you would turn around and throw your Care of Magical Creatures textbook at him and scream, “IT IS A REAL PLACE, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’M NOT YOUR BABY!” 

~ Remus would smiled, “Yeah, Middle-Earth isn’t a real place until your girlfriend leaves you for Legolas.” 

~ Cold walks in Hogsmeade hand in hand, laughing 

~ Piggy back rides to class

~ He’d grab/slap your ass ALL THE TIMe

~ “I don’t deserve you.”  

~ “Don’t you ever say that again.” 

~ Getting tattoos together during the summer

~ Slughorn catching you in a closet of spare potion ingredients half naked making out

~ He would freak out and take you to Dumbledore who would pace in his office for about thirty minutes before letting out a heavy sigh and sitting down at his desk and giving you and Sirius the sex talk 

~ James would think it was the most hilarious thing to ever happen 

~ You and James would have a brother/sister relationship

~ Snape would be SO mean to you

~ Running your fingers through Sirius’ hair as he studies 

~ The absolute best sex you have ever had in your life

~ Sirius walking around Gryffindor common room shirtless in pajama pants with long flaunting the long scratches down his back 

~ You would pretend to be so angry but you would secretly love it because he was yours and every girl in that room now knew it

~ I feel like Sirius would try to start a punk rock band out of the Marauders but it would fail miserably so late at night, he would sing unfinished, abandoned, amazing songs in your ear softly 

~ He would just be an amazing boyfriend 

~ Idk I want Sirius Black so bad

anonymous asked:

People around like to headcanon that Keith used to have short hair at the Garrison, but here I'm with all the "I'll recognize that mullet anywhere." Keith had the mullet when he was at the Garrison.

EXACTLY!!!!!! He’s had his mullet since Garrison times and I love it. listen I’ve had this ask in my drafts for A G E S just to find the perfect screenshots that prove that his mullet is amazing and that it deserves more support than it gets,,, look at how great it looks when he’s moving:

I love his long bangs that always part perfectly for his eyes:

And I love the way his mullet curls upwards in the back, it looks so fluffy and soft,,,, sometimes it almost looks like an incomplete sunflower,,,,,,,,,,,,

I?? love his stupid mullet so much????? It makes no sense but it’s amazing.

Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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Some fanart for @uncannycookie because everything she writes is just fucking amazing and reading her work is always a highlight of my week. The first one is from And Nearly Letting Go, because I’ve been meaning to do it forever since Reigen calling Mob a moody teenager gives me life, and the other three are from Going Native. It’s my first time trying to draw Onigawara so hopefully he looks like himself I guess. And Cookie is right, Ritsu is terrifying hahahahaha

IMAGINE: tom looking at you like so when you start to gush about him

As tom scribbled on fans papers or objects you stood in front of the camera with an interviewer at your side “ so… we’ve heard tom gets in to character and becomes very cocky ” said the woman who looked at the camera . You just laughed “ tom is a sweetheart, always is , he drove 2 hours to get me pizza - that man over there ” you pointed to tom “ is my Prince Charming ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Tom heard every word , he looked over smiling , and as soon as he thought you weren’t paying attention he came to the side of you ” and (y/n) , my sweet amazing beautiful intelligent (y/n) are not only my world but life as well “ he said kissing your check before running off leaving a blushing mess

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Tom Holland  |  Cuddles

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Summary; Dating Tom made you learn that he had several cuddly personalities. Here is a list of a few different types of cuddly Tom.

Warnings; None, apart from an explosion of pure fluff

First Tom Holland Blurb I’ve written so there’s more where this came from. You guys can send in requests :’)



Being able to call Tom your boyfriend, let alone the love of your life made you beyond happy. Over the course of your relationship, you had come to learn of the several types of cuddly Tom, each one better than before. 

Sleepy Cuddles

  • The two of you would be sitting at a quiet airport lounge, Tom significantly more exhausted than you because he had just finished up his press tour.
  • “I’m fucking knackered,” he would say letting out a big yawn. “Sleep for a bit, love. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for our flight.“
  • You’d be sitting with your back pressed against the armrest of the chair, legs bent over Tom’s thighs when he’d slowly start to lean on your chest, wrapping both his arms around you and snuggling into you.Your hands would automatically tangle themselves in his hair because you knew he loved it when people played with his hair, especially if that person was you.
  • “Comfy enough for you, sweet?” You’d smile, only being able to elicit a small hum of approval from Tom as he snuggled deeper into your chest.
  • With what ever little energy he has left, Tom would grab your free hand, bringing the back of it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it, “love you darlin’”

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Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

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loki · the trickster god of mischief

Loki is known as the tricker God, he is not evil, nor is he good, he lives in Asgard even though he is from Jotunheim (the land of the giants). he loves to make trouble for anyone and everyone especially for the Gods and Goddesses in Asgard. Loki is both cunning and clever and he always comes up with new ideas to annoy and bring people in the uttermost embarrassments. Loki just loves to prank people in all the ways he can think of, aslong that he think it is funny. After he brings someone in trouble with his pranks, he often saved them so he would look like the hero of the day. Loki has an amazing ability which is a quite useful skill for him, he is able to shape shift into almost any living being. In some separate incidents he appears in the form of a salmon, a mare, a seal, a fly, and possibly also an elderly woman. After Loki had made one prank to many for the Gods and Goddesses in Asgard, he was placed in a cave with a poisonous snake above his head. Loki’s faithful and loving wife Sigyn, stayed with Loki in the cave and held a bowl over his head to catch the poison from the snake.

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