he's been with this show since he was 24

anonymous asked:

Bughead soulmate au please? :)

Here you go, anon!

Title: The Girl From the Journal

Soulmate AU: Jughead Jones has been writing about a girl he has never met before, but when he leaves his journal at his favorite coffee shop one day, an unsuspecting young woman finds it without knowing that the stranger who wrote it was actually writing about her

She wears her hair held high in an off-the-face-neat-and-tidy sort of way that shows the world she’s ready to concur it. Her mind drifts from one idea to the next without stopping to take a breath. And although she doesn’t know it, she impacts every single person she meets just by being exactly who she is.

24-year-old, Jughead Jones III looked up from the beat-up journal that his father had given him for his sixteenth birthday eight years ago, turning in his seat to thank the waitress for the cup of coffee she had just set on the table in front of him. He had been writing an entry a day since he had found it sitting on his bed with a big red bow tied around the front cover when he got home from school, and he hadn’t missed a day since.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress, all fluttery eyelashes and puckered lips, asked in the sweetest voice she could possibly muster as she smoothed out her apron and turned to smile sweetly at him.

“No, that’ll be all, thanks,” Jughead dismissed her without a second glance, taking a small sip of his coffee and immediately picking up his fountain pen to continue writing.

“Well, if you need anything else, my name is Naomi,” the waitress informed him, taking a step back from the table and gesturing towards the front of the coffee shop. “I’ll be behind the counter for a while, so just let me know if-”

“Got it,” Jughead cut her off before she could finish, and Naomi sunk back behind the counter without another word.

Jughead focused his attention back to his journal entry for the day, furrowing his brow as he waited for more words about his mystery girl to flow from pen to page like they’d always done so naturally. He had been writing about this girl for years, and although she was nameless, she had distinct features that made her almost impossible to miss if he were ever to meet her in real life. She had become somewhat of an obsession of his over the past few months, distracting him from work and relationships to the point where he was beginning to believe that this girl he created in his mind, was actually out there somewhere waiting to be found.

Just as he was about to tackle his next paragraph, his phone began buzzing frantically on the table, causing the cup of coffee to shake and shimmy all across the table in the process.

“Mr. Dawson,” Jughead answered, his voice rising an octave the way it always did whenever he spoke to his boss. “Yes, I understand that there’s a deadline and I’m - no sir, I wasn’t aware that I took you for granted - yes, sir - yes, and I’ll be there in an hour - now I’ll be there right now, I’m on my way. Okay, see you soon - in ten minutes, I’ll see you in ten minutes, goodbye!”

Jughead clicked off his phone and scooped up his messenger bag from beside him in the booth before sliding out of his seat. Taking one last gulp of his coffee, he carelessly tossed his journal into his bag before hurrying to the front of the shop to pay his bill.

Just as he reached the counter, a woman carrying an overflowing box of what looked to be gardening tools came barreling into the coffee shop without any control of her feet or the box she held in front of her.

“Sorry, excuse me, if you’d just - oops - sorry, sir, are you okay?” With the box partly obstructing her view, the woman nearly slammed straight into an older man carrying a to-go cup, dodging him by only just a hair and knocking her elbow into the counter as a result. “Ow!”

Still in a hurry, Jughead tried to block out the woman’s incessant apologies and turned to the employee behind the counter. “Hi, I’m ready to pay, if that’s alright.”

“Sure, just one moment,” she smiled at Jughead, but then turned to the crazed woman with the box, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene that was unfolding before her.

“I actually don’t have a moment, I’m-” Jughead tried to protest, but the woman behind the counter was already heading over to inspect what was happening near the front door.

“Betty, what on earth are you carrying?”

“Hey, Polly, I’m just… Hold on a second,” the crazed woman, now known as Betty, dropped her box onto one end of the counter and quickly dusted her hands off. “Ah, that’s better.”

“Okay, start explaining,” Polly instructed, nodding to the box of gardening tools and raising a curious eyebrow. “What is all this?”

“My third graders are learning about rocks and minerals this week,” Betty explained. “So I’ve been going around the neighborhood looking for different kinds of stones and varieties of soil to-”

“Sorry,” Jughead interrupted, pulling on his messenger bag impatiently and flapping his check in the air. “I don’t mean to be that guy, but if I don’t get back to my office in seven and a half minutes, my boss has threatened to strap a rocket to my back and send me flying to some unknown universe so if I could just-”

“Yes, sorry,” Polly hurried back over the the cash register and took Jughead’s credit card, quickly ringing him up and tearing off a piece of paper from the machine next to her and handing it to him. “Here’s your receipt, enjoy the rest of your day!”

“Thank you,” Jughead nodded at Polly and turned to head out the door, but before pushing it open to brave the cold morning air, Jughead stopped suddenly and turned back to Betty. “Good luck with the rock thing by the way. There’s some good ones by the lake just off Kingston Drive, if you’re still looking. It’s a gold mine down there trust me!”

With that, Jughead left the coffee shop, leaving Betty to turn back to Polly with a surprised smile on her face.

“Well, that was unexpectedly kind of him. Most guys in suits like that aren’t usually so friendly,” Betty pointed out, thinking back to all the guys she knew in college who were crazed, wannabe business tycoons with a bad attitude.

“He comes in here every morning. Sometimes in the evening too if he’s trying to meet a deadline,” Polly informed her, wiping the counter down with a cloth and leaning forward on the surface with her elbows. “Yet I still have no idea what his name is.”

“He’s a writer?” Betty guessed, trying her best to conceal the interest that had seemed to pop up in her voice.

“Yeah, some kind of hotshot news editor by the looks of it,” Polly explained, pushing off the counter and bending down to fix an out-of-place pastry in the display case.

“Interesting,” Betty muttered, turning back to the door and looking out the window intently. “I wonder if - uh oh.”

An object on the floor in front of the welcome mat caught Betty’s attention, and she hurried over to investigate.

“What is it?” Polly asked, her brows furrowing together as she took in the old journal that her sister was gently holding in her hands.

“Looks like Cinder-editor left his notebook behind,” Betty concluded, holding up the journal for Polly to see.  

“Well, hurry, go track him down before he turns into a pumpkin!” Polly joked, gesturing to the door and ushering for her to leave.

Betty knew that there was no way he would still be around, but she also knew that she had to take a chance. Pushing through the front door, Betty hurried out onto the streets, searching both ways for any sign of the journal’s owner. Spotting the same old beanie that she remembered seeing the man wearing at the end of the sidewalk one street over, Betty moved quickly to catch up to him.

“Wait!” she called out to him, but he was already joining the crowd of people in front of him and crossing the street. “Wait, you forgot you’re-”

With all the chaos happening around her, Betty got swept up into a group of school kids heading to their bus stop and ran straight into a woman walking her poodle in the opposite direction.

“Watch where you’re going!” the woman snapped, glancing back at Betty to glare at her before heading into the apartment building behind them.  

“Ow, why does that keep happening to me?” Betty rubbed her shoulder, standing on her tiptoes to see if she could spot the beanie again, but it was nowhere to be found.

Glancing down at the journal in her hands, a thought crossed her mind that she knew was unethical, but kept popping back up to the forefront the longer she stared at its worn cover.

“Betty, don’t read it, that would be an invasion of privacy,” she muttered to herself, quickly shaking the thought from her mind and tucking the journal safely under her arm. “But then again, maybe he has his name written somewhere in the front cover. I mean, how else am I going to get this back to him if I don’t know his name?”

Betty slowly slipped the journal back into her hands, glancing behind her shoulder in case anyone passing her on the street could tell how much of a snoop she was being.

“Oh, what the heck,” she conceded, flipping open the book to check for a name. Written in thick letters were the words: Property of Forsythe Pendleton Jones III and scribbled underneath it in tinier, childlike handwriting was the name Jughead.

“Odd,” Betty mumbled, thinking about how strange the name Jughead sounded in her mind. Yet, there was a familiarity to it that made it seem ordinary somehow. Like it was the most common, natural-sounding name she had ever heard.

Having found the name she was hoping to find, Betty prepared her hands to close the journal and head back to her sister’s coffee shop. But before she could follow through, and even though she could never explain it, something stopped her. It was as if there was a pull in the universe causing her eyes to wander over to the next page and read the story that was scribbled carelessly onto the white paper.

“No way,” Betty breathed, letting the words sink in as she flipped to the next page. After reading several entries all about the same girl, Betty slammed the journal and sprinted back to the coffee shop.

“Polly!” she exclaimed as she threw open the door, dodging several customers as she made her way back to the counter.

“What?” Polly’s eyes went wide as she took in her sister, all wild eyes and heavy breathing. “Did you give that guy his journal back?”

“Not yet,” Betty admitted, her breath coming in heavy spurts as she tried to slow her heart rate. “But I was looking through it and-”

“You read it?” Polly gasped. “Elizabeth Cooper, you should be ashamed.”

“I know, I know, but listen to this,” Betty opened to a random page in the journal and started to read the man’s words that had made her heart lurch in her throat.

“’She wanted to shape young minds. To show them that there was a place for them in the world that was better than what they might have seen in the past. And while she was never quite sure of her ability to succeed, she was positive in her ability to teach them that they could.’”

“Okay, that’s beautiful and all, but I’m not really sure I’m getting your point,” Polly told her, tossing a rag over her shoulder and leaning against the counter.

“This entry, and every entry after that, they’re all describing this girl,” Betty explained, holding out the journal for her sister to see. “But the way he writes about her - it never seems like she’s someone that he knows. She’s just this person that exists in this journal but not in real life except-”


“Except I think that she does,” Betty concluded. “And I think that I’m her.”

“Betty, you realize you sound psychotic correct?” Polly threw the rag at her sister, who lunged forward to catch it at the exact wrong moment and let the piece of cloth fall to the floor.

“I know how it sounds, but do you remember that story I wrote for English class in the tenth grade?” Betty asked, bending down to scoop up the rag and set it on the counter. “The one that mom hated?

“Yeah, it was that piece about the boy who’s father was never around because he was some sort of drug dealer or something. And then he gave the boy a present for his birthday that changed his life before he left town for good and never came back,” Polly recounted the story and looked up to raise her eyebrows at Betty as if to say, ‘so what?’ “Yeah, I remember. Why?”

“Read this,” Betty shoved the journal in Polly’s direction and pointed to the description on the back cover. Rolling her eyes, Polly quickly read about how the owner of the journal got that very book from his father on his sixteenth birthday and then never saw him again after that day.

“It has to be some sort of coincidence,” Polly concluded, shutting the journal and handing it back to Betty.

“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Betty whispered, running her fingers along the etchings on the front cover. “I think that I was writing about this man - Jughead - and I think that he was writing about me.”

“That’s insane, Betty, you don’t even know each other,” Polly reminded her.

“I know that,” Betty sighed. “But I think that this is a sign - finding this journal, meeting him today - I think that I was meant to know him.”

“Okay, let’s say that’s true,” Polly cautiously gave in, folding her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at Betty. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find him,” Betty declared, grabbing her purse from the stool she had left it on and shoved the journal safely inside. “And then he’s going to explain to me how he’s been writing about me for eight years when I only just met him this morning.”

Before her sister could protest, Betty headed out the door and made her way to the only newsroom in town, determined to find the man who owned the journal. The man who, she knew in her heart, she was meant to know. And the man who was about to change her entire world.

❝ I never regretted confessing to you. ❞

Plot: BTS is on weekly idol and you are the girlfriend of RAP MONSTER. You come to surprise them. He shows skinship and the members make jokes about their leader and tell funny story about them two.

Rap Monster xReader

Words count: 1,3k+

For anon, I hope you like it! Kyu^^.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by sugmon

‘BTS imnida.’ The seven boys bowed before the camera.

They all took their seats but there was a seat extra, ‘Defconn Hyung?’

‘Yes Rap Mon-ssi?’ Said male asked

‘Why is their eight chairs?’ The leader asked, ‘There is only seven of us?’

‘Ahhh that is a surprise.’ He smiled, ‘We have an eighth guest.’

‘Eighth guest?’ The boys all repeated.

BTS had been taking over the music world by storm. With amazing albums, beautiful vocals and handsome visuals, they were not used to having others with them when they were together on a variety show. Looking around they waited in anticipation to who it may be. They were never informed about another guest. Hyeongdon smiled as he announced the person and everybody grinned with pleasure as they saw their leader shocked.

‘Come on out, Y/N’ He called out as you appeared in a pair of black jeans,a white t-shirt which was tucked in the front and checked shirt tied around your waist. Your hair was flowing naturally as you smiled while walking in with a pair of black sneakers on your feet.

‘Surprise.’ You greeted the seven boys, making an extra effort towards Rap Monster.

‘Y-Y/N’ He stuttered, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I am a guest.’ You spoke up, ‘Why, are you not happy to see me?’

‘Nonsense.’ He stood up and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, ‘My beautiful girlfriend is welcomed on any show.’

You and the infamous Rap Monster had been together since they debuted. You were an actress in the company and had been in the training program the same time as them. The two of you became close as you debuted and Rap Monster cheered you on your first drama. Few months later he debuted and the two of you were a couple.

‘This is going to be fun.’ A naughty smile spread on J-Hope’s face as you took a seat next to his leader.

‘So am I correct in saying you two have been dating since 2013?’ Defconn asked.

‘Yes,’ He place an arm around you, ‘She has been mine since June 2013.’

You lowered your head in a shy smile as you felt his hand travel down your back and settle on the lower part, ‘And he has been mine.’

‘I love you.’ Rap Monster leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek.

‘Ahhhh they are so cute!’ Hyeongdon cringed as he looked at the skinship that the all mighty Rap Monster was showing.

‘It’s rather gross when you witness it 24/7’ Suga pitched in, ‘But it’s entertaining at the same time.’

‘Sug, don’t.’ You pleaded as you see the rapper smirk.

‘Oooo do share Suga-ssi.’ Defconn moved to the edge of his seat.

‘Hyung had taken noona out on their first date.’ Jungkook began.

‘I regret telling you this.’ Their leader rolled his eyes.

‘It was their first date ever, and she had a slight cold. They went to a nice restaurant, and while they were eating their meal, Y/N noona sneezed.’ The youngest continued as you bit your lower lip and the others tried to suppress their laughter

‘Hey it’s okay,’ Your boyfriend leaned in and whispered in your ear, using his thumb to push your lower lip away from your teeth, ‘I am never embarrassed of you, and you know what that lip biting does to me, baby.’

The others ignored what was happening as Jungkook continued, ‘A huge booger bubble came out of her nose! It was awful, and it wouldn’t go away. She jumped up as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom with her hands over her face.It was so horrible!’

The two hosts where in a fit of laughter, clutching their stomachs as they laughed, ‘But she was adorable during the whole embarrassment.’

‘You must really treasure your lover, Rap Mon-ssi.’ Hyeongdon admired as your boyfriend rubbed your back gently.

‘He loves her so much that he acts like such a baby on the phone,’ Jimin exposed, ‘He isn’t as might and badass as he puts out to be.’

‘WHAT!?’ Defconn and Hyeongdon gasped at the same time.

‘You don’t believe us?’ Jimin asked pulling out his phone, ‘We have proof.’

‘You recorded our conversations?’ You asked, looking at him with amusement.

Rap Monster had this bad boy persona out in public, but he was nothing but a big old softie. You didn’t mind the teasing. It was what came with having boys around you all the time. You yourself found this exposure very entertaining. Not once did you think that this show would be revolving around you and your love life. Jimin played the recording as it was from a conversation the couple had a few nights ago. Members fell to the floor in broken laughter as you balled your fists on your thighs.

‘You are so cute when you are embarrassed.’ Rap Monster kissed your neck.

‘Yah, Rap Moster-ssi,’ Defconn wiped a tear off his cheek, ‘I never pictured you being this way.’

‘Well little do you know that this celebrity couple has matching onesies.’ Another picture arose with you and your boyfriend in kakao character onesies.

‘You two are so cute!’ Hyeongdon looked at the picture before looking up at the two of you.

‘Wait, there is more!’ Jin tired to catch his breath, ‘They were having a date at the dorms. It was a movie one and they were sitting on the couch. Rap Mon had never experienced skinship comfortably as he is showing off now,’ He pointed at the rapper who was now holding your hand, ‘He was so awkward that he used the lame yawn-and-put-hand-around-shoulder-trick.’

‘It was so painful to watch him do such a cheesy move,’ Suga backed the story up, ‘Like we all ran to the closest room and burst into laughter.’

Story after story, the members teased the two of you. It was nothing but light fun and you could see that your boyfriend was enjoying it as well. He was enjoying the fact that the others were showing the world how normal he is. He is also goes through all the struggles of dating and being an average boy. But also showing off how dorky and adorable the two of you were. You weren’t many peoples favourite human since the two of you came out with the statement, but you didn’t care. You loved him and he sure loved you.

‘Wait their is one more!’ V chuckled.

‘I think that is enough.’ Rap Monster sighed.

‘Nonsense,’ You placed a hand on his thigh, ‘Let them get it out of their systems now.’

‘So this was before he confessed that he loved her,’ V began as Rap Monster lost all colour in his face, ‘He had written an amazing and beautiful song. He snuck out the dorm one night and went to her house. Y/N hadn’t had her own apartment at the time.’

‘Oh god,’ Rap Monster dropped his head with a shy smile, ‘Lord take me now!’

Holding his laughter, V continued, ‘He had chucked a small stone at what he thought was her window. The bedroom light came on and he began singing and rapping his emotions straight away, not even waiting for her to appear. After a few minutes he stopped and the bedroom window opened. A shoe came fly out and hit him in the head.’ V admitted as he burst out laughing, ‘He had been serenading Y/N father the entire time.’

‘WOAH!!!’ The entire studio erupted in laughter.

‘Yah, it was a mistake!’ He admitted before turning and facing you, tucking a hair behind your ear, ‘But I never regretted confessing to you eventually, Y/N, I love you…’

Boyfriend Vernon

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

  • “kidney function is not a right, it’s a privilege”
  • intense teasing that would go both ways
  • rap battles ft. judge seungkwan
  • who always declared u the winner, just to annoy hansol
  • vernon switching to english to sweet talk you if the boys are around
  • “eww, hansol, that’s gross”
  • “oh, joshua, didn’t realize you were here. sorry, dude”
  • sharing beanies/jackets/hoodies
  • all of which smell like him
  • he tries to be artsy & send you pics of the places he’s touring or doing a fan sign at
  • but it’s usually photobombed by the guys
  • so you ring him like “why did you send me a blurry photo of minghao flexing next to a tree?”
  • “it’s called art, babe, look it up”
  • he calls you “babe”
  • and melts when you call him “babe” back
  • he’s too shy to do skinship around the boys so only when you’re in private, in his bedroom, will he brave a quick peck to your lips
  • only to hear seungkwan over dramatically make puke noises by the door
  • and see jun wink obnoxiously behind him
  • jeonghan makes you both keep the door open when u visit & go to his bedroom
  • “for safety reasons” he says
  • whenever you’re in his room tho it’s 99% of the time just for video game sessions
  • that end in one of you being bitter & giving the other silent treatment
  • sending each other memes
  • texting at 2 am became you’re still up, binge watching some show, & he’s just getting back to the dorm after practice;
  • “hey, wanna get ice cream?”
  • “sure?”
  • so in sweats & bare faced, the both of you wander around looking for 24 hour shops. you buy the worst kind of food, which is mainly just junk. but you force him to get something substantial too since he’s been dancing for hours. so he picks up a soggy sandwhich, & if you’re happy w that, he also gets ice cream, crisps & fizzy drinks
  • the healthiest of diets
  • being that couple that show up to christmas parties in matching shitty sweaters & santa hats
  • for ironic purposes, of course
  • not just bc you both feel festive as hell in that outfit
  • getting into group photos & refusing to smile
  • papa coups hates this very much :)
  • “why can’t you both just smile? why do you have to ruin every family photo ever?”
  • doing the “hotline bling” dance whenever you’re in the club, & the song is not even playing. you both wait for something like “anaconda” to come on then hotline bling dance in the middle of the dance floor
  • he’s picked up alcohol occasionally & you both hide out in his room, feeling bad ass & getitng more drunk off of each other than the can you’re sharing
  • better hope the others don’t find out though
  • you gonna be in big trouble if they do
  • makeout sessions that are mostly you two giggling or bumping noses
  • tumblr deep conversations while cuddling at 3 am;
  • “do you think the ugly duckling still felt ugly, even when he became a beautiful swan?”
  • “go to sleep, hansol, it’s too early for this shit”
  • he’s young & spent his youth as a trainee, so I don’t think that the relationship would be all that mature or experienced. it’s your typical puppy love. with awkward moments and shy kisses and the occasional petty fight. but it’s wonderful. for all his dumb moments, vernon cares so much for you & works very hard to show that, in his own, awkward way

anonymous asked:

can u write a niall blurb of a sort where ur really nice and hardly ever get mad or mean to anyone, even him and u yell at him and he's shocked cause you're never this mad .. ever but u just feel like he's been using you for granted too much?? thankyou!

Nadine and Niall.  Niall and Nadine.  It had been a joke since grade school that if you saw one, the other wasn’t too far behind.  And just because Niall was now a member of one of the biggest boy bands in history that hadn’t changed.  Nadine accompanied Niall on tour at his behest.

Nadine was Niall’s constant.  The one thing in his life that hadn’t changed since the X Factor.  She was always there, without reservation and she did the best she could to help him out in every aspect.  Regardless of what it was he asked for.

“Hey, can ya grab this for me?”

“Nady, I need ya t’make a run to the drug store for me…yeah?”

“Willie needs some shirts…here’s some cash.”

That’s how conversations usually started between them.  And after six years, Nadine was getting tired.  Tired of always being Niall’s gopher.  She’d spent the last year trying to convince herself she was being selfish with that attitude.  Because of Niall she’d gotten to see the world.  She’d been a part of things most people only dream about.  

But she’d had no life of her own.  She was usually awakened every morning by her phone blaring Niall’s ring tone.  And the rest of her day was spent running around for him.  It wasn’t really his fault.  Niall was forgetful and being that he was who he was a quick trip to Wal-Mart to pick up some toothpaste or deodorant could easily turn into a nightmare when word got out he was there.  So Nadine went to get it for him most of the time.  Along with any food he wanted.  Or clothing.  Or flowers for his mother on Mother’s Day.  Or tickets to a game for his father on Father’s Day.  And on and on and on.

Pretty soon Nadine’s entire day had turned into nothing more than running around for things Niall needed.

As usual she heard Niall before she saw him,

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Ava’s Demon Discourse: Het Ships vs Gay Ships

People are still complaining so here we go again.

Despite the fact that I already addressed this in my previous post, I’ll say it again; Ava and Odin’s three year age gap doesn’t make their non canon relationship applicable to be classed as paedophilic. No matter how much you guys scream that shipping them is paedophilic and tag any hate against the ship with ‘paedophilia’, it still doesn’t make you right. If anything, it just makes you annoying.

To reiterate on another point I previously made, if a ship makes you uncomfortable, that is fine; I’m not here to dictate how you feel about any pairings within this fandom.

Having said that, just as you guys are entitled to your opinions, I am also entitled to mine, and if you lot won’t keep your opinions to yourself then I won’t either.

I saw a post recently spouting the usual anti avaodin spiel, but what really caught my eye was the line, “if you’re so desperate to ship het, ship Wrathia and Pedri!

Now, for starters, I’ll ship whatever I fucking want, so don’t give me that “ship x/y instead!” nonsense. I’m not shouting at you telling you what to like and who to ship because really, I couldn’t care, and it’s not my place to govern your interests.  

Secondly, I have shipped more gay couples in my life than there are canon gay couples in the media. I don’t ship Ava and Odin because they’re a het couple, I ship them because I like the characters and I like them together.

Never in my life would I have thought I’d actually say this, but having someone say “if you’re so desperate to ship het” has made me question if anyone would give as much of a shit about Ava and Odin’s three year age gap if they were a gay couple instead.

Here’s an example; in the tv show Teen Wolf, Stiles is canonically 16 and, at the time I was watching the show, Derek, a character people shipped Stiles with, didn’t even have a canon age. Everyone in the fandom made guesses as to how old he could be, trying to use what little information we had about his past to determine how old he would currently be in the show. Everyone in the fandom guessed him to be in his early to mid 20’s, aiming at around 21-24 years old.

Out of curiosity to see if his age had ever been confirmed (since I had stopped watching the show after season 4), I went to look it up and the first thing I found was this;

So if Derek’s 15 in 2001, by 2011, he was 25 by the beginning of the series. So by now (Season 6, in 2014), Derek is 28 years old.

Need I remind you that Stiles’ age from season 1 through to 3A was 16 while Derek was 25. There is a nine year age gap between them.

But it’s funny how no one seemed to care about any nsfw art or explicit rated fics that were created for a gay ship with a nine year age gap but everyone gets their knickers in a twist about a het ship with a three year age gap.

Originally posted by gameraboy


Requested by Anon - March prompts 24 & 9 Steve McGarrett?
Prompts – 9 – ‘You’re a nerd.’
                 24 – ‘Oh god go to sleep! It’s 3am.’

Word Count – 426

Characters – Steve x Reader

You were sitting in the living room watching your favourite TV show. You had been watching it since Steve phoned 3 hours saying he wasn’t going to be home until the early hours of the morning, he told you not to stay up too late. You however where taking this time to catch up on the show, you had managed to watch 4 episodes and you were going onto your fifth when the door opened. You knew it was Steve as he walked in kicked his shoes off and placed a kiss on your cheek.
‘Hey baby.’ He said after he gave you kiss.
‘Hey.’ You said still keeping your focus on the TV.
‘I thought I told you not to stay up too late?’ He asked.
‘Yeah, but I was watching and then there was a major twist.’ You said once you had paused the show.
‘A twist?’ He asked as he got a bottle of water. He stretched and scratched the back of his head.
‘Yeah.’ You said getting up onto your knees and watching him over the back of the couch.
‘the main character, he had been dead for a while. The team just found out and now they can’t find the main character.’ You said excitedly and Steve nodded.
‘You’re a nerd.’ You nodded.
‘But you love me.’ You got up off the couch and walked over to him. You grabbed his hand and gentle pulled him towards the bedroom.
‘That I do.’ He said with a chuckle as he followed you. As you lead him to the bedroom, he removed his shirt and climbed into bed. You climbed in after him and he pulled you close to him.
‘How was work?’ You asked him
‘It was good, we got the man.’ He said and you nodded into his chest. There was silence between the both of you for a while.
‘I wonder if the guy was betraying the team.’ You said aimlessly, thinking over the show.
‘What?’ Steve asked.
‘The main character, I wonder why no one knew he was dead? Maybe he has a doubleganger?’ You said tracing your finger over his tattoos. Steve just grunted in agreeance, him slowly falling asleep.
‘Maybe he’s was a shapeshifter and had took on his shape!’ You said.
‘Oh god, go to sleep! It’s 3am.’ Steve said and you jumped slightly since you thought he has fallen asleep.
‘Sorry.’ You said as you pressed a kiss to his chest. He pulled you in close and it wasn’t long until you both feel asleep.

Originally posted by peggyswilliams

upholstered furniture

pairing: pansy parkinson x harry potter

setting: modern, non-magical, reality/film star au; based on this

word count: 4,654 words

(7:22 am) Did you see the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?

(8:15 am) fuck off its sunday

(8:16 am) Ronald.

(8:17 am) unless they chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now and it can wait until tomorrow

(8:19 am) It really can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.

(8:19 am) ??????? get ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not

(8:20 am) Yes, he is. It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.

(8:23 am) omg what is ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them

(8:24 am) And sometimes you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.

(8:25 am) thx for the fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok

(8:29 am) Check Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the studio. Naturally.

(8:32 am) harrys gonna fucking fire me ur right

BREAKING: Hurricane Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived

October 11, 2016. Los Angeles.

Well, it’s official.

Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived, slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this will be her first role in a major motion picture.

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Gerald Way Smut - Sweet 16

*a/n lucky you, two smuts in under 24 hours ;)*

“Look at this one ‘y/n’ we ate so much play dough that day!” Gerard showed you, he was sat on your bedroom floor looking at old photos of the two of you.
You had been best friends since you were in nursery.
“Oh my god, yes I do, I don’t understand how I even liked the stuff” you replied. You were sat on his bed watching him. He looked so happy and cute of course. He looked cute, he hasn’t changed since those photos, apart from the new and improved hair cut and taste in music.
“Look. At. This.” Gerard said dramatically, waving a photo in you face. You sat upright trying to catch it from him.
“Look at you, with a bowl of mash potato on your head. You’re such a keeper” he said jokingly waking around still.
“Give it back and actually, I am a keeper. Look at me. I’m the cutest.” You said with a sassy tone, putting your hand on your hips.
“Yes, yes you are.” His eyes locked onto yours. Your heart starting thumping at a rate of knots. There was silence in the air.
“I mean, I’ve kept you as my best friend was over 10 years, so of course you’re a keeper” he stumbled over his words.
“Yeah, best friend” you mumbled to yourself, lying back on your bed.
“Look what I found!” Gerard shouted and jumped on your bed lying next to you.
“What is it?” You turned to him.
“That scrapbook we made, that summer both our families went away together, for your 10th birthday, look at this one, we put balloons up around the lake house and everything” he pointed out a photo.
“Oh yeah, I remember. It rained all week” you held the book, your hands touching the pages gently.
“Can you believe that was taken six years ago today” looking you in the eyes taking your hand.
“I can’t believe I’ve put up with you for this long” you said laughing. Gerard fake sulked and turned his head around, you squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“You know I’m joking. I don’t know where I’d be without you” you smiled at him.
He brushed a stray strand of hair from you face.
“I love you 'y/n’. And not in the way a mum loves her child. More than that, I am so stupidly in love with you. You are my soulmate. I never want to be away from you. I would do anything for you. I haven’t left your side in nearly 16 years and I can’t see myself ever leaving it.” He leaned over you and kissed your cheek.
You were slightly taken aback, making you move yourself away from him. But you realised, you loved him too.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything” he apologised and started to move away.
“No, you should’ve said something, because I feel the same. I love you Gerard.”
You pulled him back to you, on top of you and took the back of his head in your hand and kissed him. He tongue entered your mouth and swirled around yours. Your hands still entwined in his hair.
You opened your legs allowing him to move closer to you.
You exposed your neck for Gerard, allowing him to kiss it.
It sent a strange feeling down your body, making your underwear wet, turning you on.
You mumbled profanities under your breath.
“That feelings amazing” you stuttered out, as he was still attacking your neck with his lips and teeth. Your body wanted him, you were bucking your hips trying to get some friction between you and is now growing bulge.
“You’ve never done this before are you want this? now? With me?” He paused and asked you.
“Yes, I really do.” You looked him dead in the eye.
“Okay, I’ll be gently baby” he nibbled on your ear, sending shivers down your body.
He worked down your body. “I’m going to go down on you, okay?” You nodded and he took off your jeans and underwear. He kissed your inner thigh and worked his was over to your clit. A feeling of intense pleasure rode through you. You bit your pillow to muffle you moans and he tongue flicked around your clit. He slowly pushed one finger into you also, making you arch your back and push his head down.
All he could hear was your whimpering as you threw your head back whilst he licked you and pushed his fingers into you. Your body started to shake and your legs wrapped around him.
You moaned his name and he stopped.
“Are you okay baby? I’m not hurting you or anything?” He asked with a concerned look.
“No, please carry on, I just feel weird, like my stomach is in knots” you replied with staggered breath.
“That’s a good thing baby, just let it go, you’ll know what I mean when you get there. Okay.”
He took one of you hands and continued eating you out.
The knot got tighter in your stomach, and you felt your body tighten, you were shaking and you couldn’t control yourself and you let yourself go. The most intense wave of please flew through you, you bucked your hips and tried to muffle out your moans and screams of his name. Gerard’s hands were on the top of your thighs, moving with you as he continued to lick you throughout your orgasm. He let you ride it out then moved back up next to you.
“Thank you so much” you climbed on top “surely you deserve a treat now” you said with a new found confidence.
“Your welcome” he kissed your cheek “not today, you’re the birthday girl, next time baby, we have forever” he held you hands and moved you so he was spooning you.

“Come on guys let’s go!” Your mum shouted from downstairs.
“Shit, we better go” Gerard said.
“Can’t we just stay here? I look rubbish” you tried to fix you hair, whilst putting your jeans on.
“No, it’s your birthday meal, silly. And I think we may have some news for your parents. And besides you look beautiful and always will do, now come on.” He took your hand a ran you down the stairs.

Year 2, Comic 7 - Parse - Part I

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering, how old is everyone in your fic? I've already estimated that Lance is around 26 because of the clues you gave us but what about everyone else? Thanks! <3

hnnngh, ok i had them written down somewhere, but uhhhh, i cant find it? so these are really rough ages.

Lance: 25-26, so yeah you were spot on

Keith: 23-24, i reaaaallly like younger Keith

Hunk: 25-27, hes not really pinned down, but hes roughly lances age

Pidge: 20-22, shes a youngin and shes been working on her own since she was about 16-17

Shiro: roughly mid to late 30s, again hes not really pinned down but he has about the same age gap as from the show

Allura: late 20s, like 28-29. 

Alfor and Coran: 50+, theyre roughly the same age

You Save Him


Y/n and Harry have been walking aimlessly for the last few hours, just enjoying each other’s company. Their hands wrapped loosely around one another’s, their voices low due to the time of night. It feels good, just to be alone and having quality time together. They rarely got to do this, since they both worked such tight schedules and having university at the same time. It’s been quite stressful for the both of them recently, so to have a day off where both of them had nearly 24 hours of free time, they did anything and everything to make up for the lost time.

Harry grazes his fingers along the back of her hand, subconsciously taking every chance he gets to show her how he feels, even when it’s the simplest moment they spend together. 

“Thank you for this sweater, Harry” Y/n mumbles, shivering slightly when the wind blows even stronger than before. She can’t stand the London weather. “S’warm, and it smells like you.”

She smiles softly, because the scent fills her nose and somehow fills her heart, captivating every part of him she can. She always had an excuse to wear it, whether it was to bed, to go out for some errands, or even just a lazy day, but most definitely on days she missed him most, when he was too caught up at work and she was too caught up in school, when really all they wanted was to be caught up in each other. 

She’s next to him and she still craves more of him.

Harry chuckles, somehow pulling her body closer to his.

“It looks so good on you, better than when it was on me. Definitely made for you.”

Their walk goes quiet for a while, just consumed of occasional kissing and soft giggles. Harry admires her like this most, when she doesn’t speak, just lives in the moment and observes her surroundings. It brings him peace, to see her at ease. 

But suddenly all her easiness disappeared, her face draining in color and eyes widening slightly. She gulps, she should have known this would happen.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Harry asks, giving her hand a small squeeze.

She shakes her head, immediately pushing Harry behind her so that her body is blocking his. Fuck, Harry is going to be in so much danger, she feels it all over. She should have never been out this late with him, especially in a place like this, but she thought her past was over, washed away like all of the worries carried with it, but there is no way it’s over now.

“Stay behind me.” she demands.


“Whatever you do you stay behind me and do not say anything.” She says lowly with clenched teeth.

Harry has never seen her extremely instructive before, and has never seen her entire demeanor change in such short amount of time. He can’t really identify what it is, he almost wants to say she’s a bit nervous and extremely cautious, be he still isn’t too sure. No matter what it is, it’s panicking him.

“Y/n! Is that you?” someone calls.

It takes a while for Harry to register who exactly he is, but it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together. Y/n’s fear, her extremely odd protectiveness of him, and a man walking alone at an ungodly hour. It’s her ex boyfriend, Channing. He immediately tenses.

Y/n just looks over at him, all of the flashbacks hitting her like a ton of bricks. It’s almost as if the world around her has dissolved into horrific memories, haunting her all over again. The eyes, those eyes, she very rarely saw them when they were her favorite shade of blue, glowing with every illuminating light. Instead she’d see dark, sinister eyes, shadowed from Hell. His hands, those hands, she very rarely felt them caressing her, holding her and leaving a tingle along her skin. Instead, she felt fire, around her throat, across her cheeks, only known to hold guns and cigarettes.

“Well I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”

“I’m fine.” Is all she answers, her teeth clenched as she speaks.

Channing nods, a small smile playing on his lips. 

Channing observes Y/n, how long it’s been since he’s last seen her, and how much more sexy she got. He licks his lips, looking all over her body. That body, the body of submission to him and the black and blue he’d left on her, he misses it so much. Too much.

Stop looking at her like that.” Harry spits.

“And who’s this, darling?” Channing amuses, eyes drifting over to Harry.

Y/n immediately blocks Harry’s body even more, pushing him farther back as much as she possibly can. Harry is confused at first, but does everything he’s told. Don’t say a word, stay back, and don’t move.

She knows without question he will say or do something to Harry, that’s how he was trained, take the prey, destroy everything around it, there must be no competition. All must be eliminated as soon as possible. His gang always did that, but she refused to let that be Harry. She will sacrifice herself to protect him, he can’t end up like that because of her, not because of her.

“That’s none of your business.” She spits.

He chuckles darkly, and she can see the blue in his eyes turn black. This is his most dangerous time. The transition. 

“It is my business if my girl is fucking a twat.”

Y/n’s anger rises the second the word leaves his lips. She always hated when someone said something bad about Harry, whether it was a mild comment or complete malice. Either way, it makes her blood boil inside her skin, she actually feels the heat radiating off of her when he makes his comment. Not her Harry.

She takes a threatening step toward him, look of hatred burning into his danger eyes. She would have never done this any other time, go closer to him than she needed to be. She would normally be crouched away in a corner, choking on sobs, drowning in pleas and desperation, letting him do what he wished. To voluntarily take a step closer to him was never something she’d even think of doing, but she knows his target is Harry, and God, if he gets her because of her she will never forgive herself.

“I am not your girl, and you don’t ever mention him again, you hear me? You can say whatever the fuck you want and do whatever the fuck you want to me, but if there is one more comment about him every again I swear to god you’ll be ten feet under.”

Channing laughs, looking over at Harry with an evil smile. Harry gets the chills when he sees the look on his face, it almost mimics a look you’d see in a movie. He wants to pass out cold the second he sees it, because it makes him realize just how serious the situation is, and how much Y/n has to do to keep Channing away from brutally attacking him at any given moment.

“Little sweets is getting all defensive for her owner, how cute. Too bad he won’t be around too much longer. I’ve had my eye on this kid longer than you have, darling . He’s gonna be a goner, one bullet to the brain when he doesn’t even expect it.”

Y/n’s hands clench in fists, her chest tightening from the inside out, her body shaking and brain scrambled. She grabs onto Harry’s arm, she can feel him shaking, his fingers eagerly gripping onto her skin. She nearly can’t see around her, everything is a blur and moving at such slow speeds. Rage is filling her up, building inside of her like a wall of stone. 

Her fist raises to knock the shit out of him, but he’s good at this, he’s dealt with this his whole life, he almost thought she was joking. He catches her fist before it lands on him, twisting her arm until he’s got her screaming in pain, begging him to stop. The desperation is like music to his ears. 

“Let go of her!” Harry growls, not caring what is going to come his way, making quick strides toward him.

Y/n notices Channing reaching for his gun in his back pocket, that he always had with him. She thinks of losing Harry, Harry being murdered, Harry never going to be there when she wakes up, when she falls asleep, Harry never going to finish his school work and become a doctor like he dreamed of. She will ever be there to give him kisses, give him all she has ever had, be there for him when he feels he has no one else, no, it all hits her so fast. And before she has time to register it, Y/n has knocked Harry onto the ground when she sees Channing aim for Harry before pulling the trigger, so that the bullet goes straight for her.

Fuck!” she screams, falling to the ground the second the bullet is shot.

Pain. All she feels is pain. Everywhere, as if he kept shooting her. Blood is pouring out from the wound, her right hand immediately grabbing where the damage has been done, she shoulder unable to make any movement. She’s in so much pain she doesn’t know what to do to herself, her back squirming off the ground, constant screams and sobs leaving her mouth.

Harry stares at her completely horrified, frozen in place, because he has absolutely no idea what to do. His love is sobbing on the ground, all because she didn’t want him to be in harm. She literally took a bullet for him. She risked her life for him. She was willing to die so that he can live. What? Why would she do that?

He watches as Y/n sobs in pain, he can tell she’s growing more and more faint by the way her movements slow down and the way her fingers begin to shake. She’s still screaming, even louder than before, probably having flashbacks of what just happened. The sound terrifies him, it breaks him down when he hears her like that, and he can’t help but blame himself.

“Y/n, baby.” He chokes out, bending down to hold her.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Channing growls, and Harry immediately stops moving when he hears the click of the gun.

He looks up slowly to where Channing is standing, the front of the gun pointed directly to his head. He gulps, nodding his head, obliging to everything he  orders. He sits up, lifting his arms above his head, almost as if showing he won’t do anything against his demands.

Y/n is still in shock, still quivering from the bullet, still surrounded by pain, but she registers the situation unfolding in front of her. There is no way she can save Harry like this, when parts of her aren’t working and her brain is scrambled, but she knows he won’t stop until he kills Harry, and the thought hurts her more than the bullet.

Y/n looks up at Harry, who is trying to keep his composure while Channing watches his every move, flinching when he makes any sudden movements with the gun. He slowly diverts his eyes to her, making sure to look back up at Channing every couple of seconds.

“Run” Y/n mouths at him, before lifting her head back up.

“Channing,” Y/n whispers, “baby.”

His head snaps down to look at her, and since his focus is now on her, she can already see his arm getting tired being out in front of him. 

She looks so vulnerable, he doesn’t show it, but he wants to take a bullet himself for having shot y/n. But he didn’t mean to, he wanted to shoot off Harry so that Y/n would have no choice but to go back to him. He’d shot Harry dead if he was in Y/n’s position now, but he’s not, it’s Y/n, and he wants to kill himself because of this.

“Y/n..” he breathes out, his tensed body suddenly relaxing, his posture merely gone and hand loosely around the gun.

She feels disgusting, but she has to do this.

“Baby, come here, don’t waste your time on him, he’s not worth it. I miss you. I never told you, but I miss you so much. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry you had to find out like this, Harry,” she looks up, sending him a look to not believe a word she’s saying, but she didn’t have to, he knows what she’s going, “But Channing was always the one for me.”

Channing lets out a long breath, his arm falling to his side before stumbling his way toward her. She flinches every step he takes, but keeps her body still when he brings his body on top of hers.

She can see Harry slowly backing away from them, slowly preparing to run away from the scene. But he was making it too obvious, and it was only a matter of time before Channing caught on to it. She begins to panic, so she does the first thing she can think of to distract him. She grabs Channing’s face in between her hands and forces his lips against hers. He’s going rough on her, like he always has, teeth hitting against hers, tongue licking every part of her mouth, she starts crying. She suddenly feels the need to pass out, she’s still in pain, and she feels disgusting. The only thing pulling her through is the thought of protecting Harry.

Harry moves quickly to leave the scene, but not too far, he can’t leave his baby alone, especially in this situation. Oh, what she must be going through. She’s doing so much for him, he knows, and it makes him cry just how much she’s willing to harm herself to protect him. He doesn’t like it, not one bit, he’d rather be the one hurt, hell, he’d rather be the one killed than having Y/n go through something like this. Not her, not his girl.

Y/n runs the tips of her fingers down Channing’s arm, lightly drawing circles so it doesn’t seem too suspicious. But she eventually goes down enough to grab the gun out of his hand. Channing pushes her away from him.

“YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH!” He roars, immediately slamming his fist into her jaw.

“God, fuck!” she yells, spitting out the blood from the impact. She is nearly knocked out completely, too weak to defend herself, but she shakes her head to regain orientation. She has to do this.

His hands immediately try to grab the gun back from her, but her adrenaline kicks in, and she appears to be putting up a stronger fight than she thought. 

“Fucking cunt. I knew I beat the living shit out of you for a reason. I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

While still fighting dominance for the weapon, he pulls the trigger as a way to scare her, make her flinch, loosen her grip so that he can find that sone of a bitch and watch is brains spill out, as a way to warn her, but didn’t plan on it shooting her in the leg.

Y/n screams louder than the first time, the pain and the agony starting all over again. She suddenly gets a feeling that she’s going to die, that this is her last night of being alive, and all she can think about is Harry.

The thought of him somehow gives her enough power to pull the gun from Channing’s grip, and the color drains completely from his face. She wastes no time to shoot him in the chest, one, two, three times. He’s gasping for air, his body convulsing, and for just a split second, his face falls with guilt and fear. He ends up falling limp on top of her, his blood pouring onto her clothes, body shaking against her. She screams again, choking on heavy cries. She needs time to register what just happened, how she just killed someone. 

Harry can hear the gun shots where he is, and he feels his body giving out on him. His Y/n, no, God, no, not his Y/n. He falls onto his knees, his head laying in his hands as he starts sobbing into them. He knows she would never kill someone, no matter what the circumstance. He had to have killed her, and the thought makes him throw up everything in his stomach onto the ground.

“NO!” He screams, hitting the heel of his hand against his head, “NO NO NO! NOT HER! NOT Y/N!” 

His throat is raw, his clothes covered in vomit, his hands shaking and continuously hitting himself. What is he going to do without her? He was going to purpose, he was going to live the rest of his life with her, die with her. How is he going to go home without her? How is he going to sleep, eat, wake up, live without her? 

“No, Y/n, no!” He sobs, resting his head on the sick covered ground in front of him, but that’s the least of his worries. He’s tugging at his hair, vomiting even more, screaming, crying, banging his head against the ground. This can’t be. it just can’t be.

Y/n hears his screaming, she can hear the pain and the worry wrapped in each word. Her Harry, she needs to get to her Harry. So she drags her half broken body toward the screaming that hasn’t even shown signs of settling down. She passes out at the end of each pull of her body, just for a couple or seconds or so.

“Harry” Y/n whispers when she can make out his figure around the corner. 

Harry snaps his head up, and he swears his breath is taken away when his eyes land on her bloody, broken, faint body.

“Oh, Y/n!” He cries, relief washing away all of the past emotions. He’s quick to grab her, gently, bringing her body against his. He can’t stop crying, he can’t stop kissing her, petting her, pulling her closer. He can feel her panicking, her body going into shock. She starts crying, falling in and out of consciousness, her body having spasms whenever she has flashbacks. 

“Here, sh sh sh, I’ve got you. I’m gonna get you fixed up, I’m gonna bring you to the hospital, and I’m gonna contact the police. Just stay with me.”

“Imgontry” she slurs.

Her eyes keep rolling to the back of her head, her breathing keeps slowing, and she keeps going into mini seizers. Harry is trying to stay calm, but seeing her like this, he can’t help but start sobbing all over again. He rips his shirt in half, wrapping each half around each bullet wound, attempting to regulate the blood in her shoulder and leg.

“My God, Y/n” Harry cries, leaning down to kiss her lightly, “thank you for saving me, it’s my turn now.”

Flashed - Part 1


So, I’m verry sorry this took so Long, but I had to start all over again like three times as tumblr seems to delete my drafts all the time. This is a crossver between The Flash and Supernatural. It’s not one of my best works, but I really tried. I hope you like it.

Request: Could you write me a supernatural cast imagine were the reader has been on the show since she was 14 (she’s 24 now) and now she is engaged to grant gustin ( just because he is my celeb crush) and in an interview the cast talks about how happy she is for her and him and of the person she has become its okay if you won’t do it it is a bit complicated
Pairing: Grant Gustin x Reader
Warning: None I believe
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Just a shadow - Stiles Imagine

Characters: y/n,stiles,lydia,scott,malia and liam {mentioned} (Scalia is alive here)

Warnings: swearing other than that none

A/N: may become multi parts if shown interest anyways enjoy x

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“Come on y/n its spring formal you should come” Malia begged clutching onto Scott’s arm “yeah Y/n everyone’s going” Scott smiled “I understand that but I just don’t want to go” I sighed he was seating next to her looking at her like she was the sun damn I wished he’d look at me like that.

“Earth to y/n” Malia snapped me out of my thoughts “hum?” I questioned “I was saying how maybe after we could go out like the whole gang” she repeated “nah it’s honestly okay guys anyways I gotta head to English” I faked a smile scurrying away before any protest.

Stiles. Stiles Stilinski my best friend since pre school and thanks to that also my crush. Stiles and I spent every waking moment together from jungle gym dates to family dinners to even sleepovers we were close emphasis on the word ‘were’ that all changed in grade 7 when Stiles and I were hanging out and he decided to let me know he’s had a crush on Lydia Martin since the 3rd grade.

Who’s Lydia Martin? Well only the most popular girl in school everyone either wants her or hates her because they envy her I’m on that side of the scale. We hang out do us both being a part of Scott’s pack but I have to admit it’s horrible every single time they flirt in front of me I feel like running in the opposite direction to cry even though I don’t it always crosses my mind.


I laid in bed alone as usual since my parents were out on business again. So I just played my sappy sad playlist and thought of everything and anything. Then there was a loud screeching noise I closed my eyes and held my ears in terror the noise so loud it felt like I was going to go deaf.

Suddenly the noise stopped as I slowly began opening my eyes everything looked grey I tried opening the door to leave but fell right through odd I thought how could that’ve happened? I passed the hallway where there was a huge mirror taking a glance at myself in it I was shocked to find myself not myself but just a pitch black shadow wearing a jersey I turned around and saw ‘24’ on the back. I screamed but with nothing coming out I wanted to cry but I held my tears then bam.

I woke up. What an awful nightmare I got up to search the web for a meaning into why I had that dream. After reading some valuable research I learned that I feel in the shadows so to speak in my waking life that my subconscious mind wanted to show me since I mustn’t have known.

The only reason I could come up with was Stiles since duh ‘24’ is his lacrosse jersey .

I reached for my phone contemplating whether I should call him or not my finger slipped and it dialled him “hello?” He sounded sleepy either that or confused since we haven’t been speaking in months “hi” I simply return “I know we’re not on speaking terms but I really need to see you” I sighed there was a pause “i’ll be there in 10” he hung up quick.

Why’d I do that ?! Why’d I say that?! What am I going to tell him?!

Question raced my brain looking for answers to no avail I watched the clock counting down 10 minutes heart racing and palms sweaty.

Stiles had been here so often my parents hid a key only for his personal use so I didn’t even realize he was in my room till he called me breaking me from my thoughts “y/n?” Stiles questioned “I didn’t even hear you come in I must’ve zoned out sorry” I shyly rubbed the back of my neck Stiles pulled out a chair “so.. what did you want me here for?” he asked completely curious “I actually don’t know myself” I breathed out “Its just I miss my best friend you know” I tried to convince myself thats what it was and only that. “Uh huh” Stiles on the other hand can read me better than anyone “great now that, thats out the way let’s chat about the truth shall we?” He quirked his brow eyes focused making me nervous.

“I don’t know” I looked down to my hands as I began playing with them “come on y/n tell me it’s just me Stiles” he smiled softly yeah that’s exactly the point! “what you mean?” He was confused “shit did I say that out loud?!” I asked Stiles nodded “fuck” I muttered under my breath “now tell me” Stiles was a persistent motherfucker “okay well it was a dream I had"I began recalling my dream to him and the research I did.

Stiles was surprised at the dream noting something was missing from it which was true I didn’t mention the jersey situation in it. “Wait you said the reason for the dream was you were invisible to someone of great meaning but in you’re dream you didn’t mention anything to show someone being the cause of you’re invisibility? You’re not leaving anything out are you?” I shook my head “funny cause I don’t believe you for a second who’s the guy?” Stiles’ eyes narrowed trying to get me to break “what guy?” I felt a tiny layer of sweat form on my forehead “the guy whose causing you to feel invisible,the guy you have feelings for?” He continued “There’s no guy” I lied “tell me y/n” Stiles responded

I knew he’d get it out some way so I just said “Liam” Stiles looked confused “Liam? As in Beta Liam” “Yeah him” I faked a smile “not true who is he really?” Stiles was getting inpatient with this back and forth “Y/n were best friends you can trust me with anything I’ve known you my whole lif-” I cut him off “its you” I whispered “wait what?” Stiles was stunned “Me?” His jaw dropped “I’m sorry I just I don’t know” I help my head in my hands “It’s okay honestly,anyways I should get going see you tomorrow night spring formal” he smiled quick and dashed out.

Fuck I just ruined the best and only thing I cared for so deeply,good going.

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ghostbusters was almost better the second time around

definitely enjoyed the emotional and badass beats more, and caught a couple of jokes i’d missed the first time.

and now i just want to take a second to talk about some of the gender commentary in it.

others have already talked about kevin’s treatment as the “dumb blond trope” in a far more eloquent way than i could manage, so instead i’m going to focus on the underlying feminist theme re: the girls themselves.

erin’s biggest motivation for most of the film is acknowledgement. she’s been ridiculed, ignored, and looked down upon since she was a child, and more than (almost) anything, she just wants people to believe and validate her.

how many ladies struggle with this? all of us, in one form or another. so often our voices are silenced, our opinions ignored, our achievements stolen from us – having three of the core four ladies be involved in the STEM fields, naturally we can’t help but think of ladies like ada lovelace, hedy lamarr, rosalind franklin (just to name three of the hundreds if not THOUSANDS of women involved in the development of science and technology). all three were brilliant scientific minds whose contributions to science were either reduced or outright stolen by male counterparts.

(people know of the “babbage difference engine” but not many know ada contributed significantly to its development; hedy is now credited for her work with spread spectrum technology, which inevitably led us to wi-fi, but to most of the world she will always be remembered as a sex kitten actress rather than a scientist or inventor; and poor rosalind’s discovery was outright stolen by her male contemporaries – who then won awards and accolades for their thievery – in a move that still makes me boil with rage today.)

in the opening of the film, erin is desperate to secure tenure at columbia, something she’s spent years working hard to achieve. given the fact that she’s gotten a recommendation letter from a professor at princeton and is shown to be a very capable and accredited physicist, it’s frustrating that filmore is so eager to grasp at the slightest wiff of “impropriety” to deny her that desired tenure. he acts as if princeton isn’t good enough for a recommendation, he even has to comment on her attire – you bet your sweet ass a male professor wouldn’t have elicited such scrutiny/advice.

it’s a proven fact that women are less likely than men to get promoted (in this case, tenure), and in just a couple scenes ghostbusters commented on that in a relatively subtle way.

then there’s the scene when abby, holtzmann, and erin go to the dean of higgins to see if erin can get a job there. the school itself isn’t exactly prestigious, but the dean himself is even more of a joke. as abby puts it, he “spells science with a ‘y’“ unironically. here’s a guy who is laughably underqualified for his job, and yet he’s the one with power. he turns abby and holtz out of the school in the most unprofessional and immature way, even though they’re both able scientists/researchers who undoubtedly are more educated and qualified for their jobs than he is.

again, showing how women rarely hold positions of power and can be subject to the whims of their male counterparts.

when the girls face down rowan at the mercado and he gives his rant about how “clearly you’ve never been denied the respect and common decency that should be afforded a human being!” the entire quartet look at him in outright disbelief and abby even says, “no, everybody pretty much always dumps on us, 24/7.”

of course they know what it feels like to be treated as less than, you ignorant doorknob. probably in more ways than you’ve ever known – particularly patty, since she’s had to deal with the dual stumbling block of being both a woman and black.

when the mayor and homeland security purposefully discredit the team “to allay panic” and smear them in the media as frauds, yet again our girls have to deal with ridicule and public dismissal despite all of the hard facts and scientific proof they have to back their story up. there are few things more frustrating than knowing you’re telling the truth and having the entire world disbelieve you, or outright attack you, and that’s something a lot of women have to struggle with on a daily basis (rape culture and victim blaming immediately comes to mind here, where women who tell their stories are often smeared as liars and attention grabbers).

women are taught to make themselves small from a young age. don’t draw too much attention to yourself, don’t talk too loudly, don’t be too forthright or opinionated, don’t be visible and passionate in areas where you don’t “belong” (meaning everywhere outside of the house/family arenas, really, but especially in fields where men dominate, like the STEM fields). women are vilified when they step outside of society’s set “rules” for them, lambasted online and in the media (as our heroines experience via youtube/TV), physically attacked or threatened in public.

to have a movie revolve around a team of loud and proud scientists/researchers who refuse to shut up or back down, who continue to push forward despite the ridicule and disbelief they face at every turn, is both important and heartening. and while the original ghostbusting team faced scrutiny and disbelief in the first half of their movie, i feel like that theme is much more resonant and real in this movie with its female cast.

i know plenty will watch this film and just find it a pleasant diversion (and it is that, too), but for the impressionable young women in the audience, the subtler themes in this can make a real difference. we’ve always emulated the heroes on our screens, and in this case the ladies don’t have to stretch their imaginations to see themselves in a male character: they can literally just see themselves on the screen.

representation is important, and telling female stories is just as valid and significant as telling male ones.

in that very last scene, where the girls all go to the roof to see the lights just for them, the XOXO NYC <3s THE GB isn’t just a middle-finger to the naysayers and haters of the film; it’s also the moment when the ladies are truly validated and acknowledged for their work, their intelligence, and their gumption.

it’s a love letter to them, and it’s a love letter to all of the women in the audience, too.

anonymous asked:

(Ooc: How old do you think Urd became a vampire? 22? Or what? How old is be biologically? Thanks for your answer!)

// Hmm…
It’s quite hard to say, since he’s probably from ancient days, where people were forced to be more “adult” than they currently do. Also since the style in the manga doesn’t hint about age, and vampires generally seem ageles… You get me?

I can say for certain that he must have been a fully grown adult tho. Probably 24+.
I would hc him to be in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties when he was turned. It would give him time enough time to get plenty of life experience, and teach him not to show emotions. A thing I think he did as human as well.

#4 ➸ Luhan

“I think I’m pregnant”

Luhan was away when you found out. Two or three days after he and Lao Gao took a train to Hong Kong, the morning sickness began. At first you foisted it to the three orders of chicken you and Luhan devoured passed midnight, the night before he left. However a week of constant ailment got you thinking.
First of all, there was something too strange in the fact that for the first time in your life, you’d eaten as much as Luhan; and secondly, stomach indigestion normally didn’t last more than three days. There was something wrong with you but… what?

It hit you while you were driving to McDonald’s. The last time you’d been there was over a month ago, when the only thing that was able to calm your cramps was a chocolate milkshake. That made you realize that you hadn’t had your period for more than a month ago…and that entailed to the constant morning sickness in the past two weeks, which entailed to… Holy cow.

Sweat began to moisten the palms of your hands, your eyes wide and hectic breathing as the thought of being pregnant crossed your mind. You remember it perfectly. How you began to feel that everything around you twirled, that maybe you were still too young, that Luhan had it all planned: he was going to get married at 27/28 years old and then he’d have children. He was 25, for god’s sake! He was super busy within his loads of projects, climbing a summit to success amid his new album, movies, variety shows which he has yet to attend. Hence, you were terrified of his reaction. For sure, Luhan was not the kind of man who would wash his hands and leave you alone with the baby. Fuck no. He was going to be by your side, support you, but you weren’t sure whether he’d be happy with the news or not. 

And you still think the same.

It’s been about three weeks since you went to the doctor and he confirmed your condition. September 24, the night when he’d arrive from Hong Kong. Tomorrow is his first showcase so it’s a guarantee he’d be beyond thrilled. You don’t want the announcement to embitter his mood, but neither think is convenient to lengthen it. If you don’t say it tonight, your anxiety will grow and grow and make even more difficult to spill the news. So you fix yourself a cup of tea, take a bubble bath and wait ⎯hidden under the sheets with the radiance of the bedside lamp as the only light in the flat.

After 2 am or something you hear the door crack open followed by the crunch of footsteps on the wood, the dry sound of a backpack dropping on the floor and finally, the heavy breathing of your boyfriend as he enters the bedroom. Luhan leers a tired smile before he jumps onto the mattress; face down, freeing the air from his lungs.

You’re motionless, beholding his back with terrified eyes. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you sense his hand on your belly, draining a gasp amongst your lips. Lazily Luhan slides over the mattress and rests his head on your shoulder, his nose brushing against your neck. He sighs. He has missed your smell.

“I missed you babe”

“Missed you too”. 

Your voice betrayed you. Luhan knew you so well that once you uttered the last two words in a whisper, he cringes his eyes, tilting his head as if he’s going to inspect you with his gaze, "What’s wrong?”

Ensuing a swallow, you clear your throat, close your eyes and count to ten. You did everything you read on the Internet under the link ‘how to calm my fears’ and ‘how to gain courage to say something important’ but none of the supposed remedies help you to ease your outrageous heart. The words are stuck in your throat, glassy eyes and dry lips. Fuck. How are you supposed to say this?

“I…” you bash. “I-I”

Luhan’s haggard eyes look at you in compassion, his left hand cupping your cheek, “You know you can tell me whatever you think y/n. You can trust me”

Again, you close your eyes and breathe deeply. 

“I-I think I’m pregnant”

That’s it. You did it.

“You think?”

When you gather the courage to move your gaze from the sheets, you find Luhan’s eyes looking at you. He is so close that you can feel his breath against your chin, his trembling fingers still on your chin.

“I’m pregnant”

There is a silence.
A long silence.

“Thank you,” he finally says, a shy smile playing on his lips. If his eyes were usually sparkly, now they are two damn stars.  “This is the best gift someone has given to me”.

Flashed - Part 2
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Hey lovelies! You all seemed to enjoy the first part of Flashed, which is amazing! Thank you so much! Also many many thanks to cat-winchester-mikaelson-curtis is for the lovely message and for the patience. I got home yesterday and have a massive Jetlag, but I somehow managed to write this. I'm not really happy with it, but I hope you at least like it a bit? Excuse any mistakes, I will re-read this tomorrow and hope to see more of my mistakes. Thank you!

Read Part 1 here

Summary: Part 2 of the lovely request about the Reader being a regular on the show since she was 14 (now 24) and about Reader dating Grant Gustin / The Flash
Pairing: Grant Gustin x Reader
Warning: None I believe
Words: 1'403

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anonymous asked:

I asked the question about cole, honestly because I really really like both of them - my concern was more that sketchy ass girls (especially in LA) could be throwing themselves at him which I think would make any relationship a bit tricky? And the girl being close to him is a new friend of Debby's so I wasn't sure if she knows lili and could be taking advantage of her being away? I thought it was also sketchy that they were showing it on social media too!

Uhhhh…..so he’s sketchy for living his life and posting about it? Cole’s been in the public eye since he was 8 months old, I’m pretty sure he’s capable of making his own decisions. You seem to assume literally any girl comes into his vicinity, says, “how about it?” and he drops his pants.

If that we the case, Cole would have as many sexual partners at age 24 as Wilt Chamberlin had over the course of his life (or at least Warren Beatty). I mean he IS capable of making his own decisions about who he fucks, right?

Trolly’s zipper currently appears to only be for Meme-y to handle

Can’t Let You Go

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Dean and Y/N slept together. Where do they go from there?

Words: 1,125

Pairing/Characters: DeanxReader, mentions of Bobby and Sam

Warning: Curse words, angst, fluffy ending. Reference to smut.

Author’s Note: Welp. This just happened somehow. I don’t own any of the characters.


Gentle. That was one thing you never thought Dean would be, in bed. Just looking at him every girl wanted him, every girl knew he could fuck her into next week. You were no exception. His chiseled jawline and those piercing green eyes combined with his trademark smirk… would make you go weak at the knees, head swirling with naughty thoughts. Getting to know him didn’t help either. You adored everything about the man.

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