him being angry is the best part

Being Daryl Dixon's child would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him being extremely caring and always doing his best to be part of your life

-Him teaching you how to wield different weapons and making sure you know to use them right

-You being outspoken and loud in contrast to your quiet father

-You always making your dad laugh with your antics and your attitude

-Him calling you “Kid” and yelling it when he’s looking for you

-Him getting you, your own jacket with the angel wings, on your birthday, as he noticed you always trying on his

-Him being able to get extremely angry and protecting you whenever someone’s hurting you

-Him telling Carl to keep an eye on you whenever you go hang out with the other kids in Alexandria

-Whenever the two of you would argue, it would always remind him of his fights with Merle

-Him ruffling your hair or grabbing your head before hugging you and telling you goodbye as he leaves on a run

playing quidditch with draco would include...

pairing: draco x gryffindor reader

  • him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
  • him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
  • “it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
  • “i know, but-”
  • “draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
  • “alright, but just… be careful.”
  • “i always am.”
  • everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
  • “i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
  • you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
  • him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
  • “well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
  • “draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
  • “anything for you… you deserve it.”
  • him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
  • when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
  • him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
  • … and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
  • him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
  • when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
  • being so proud of you whether you win or lose
  • “you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
  • sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
  • … but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
  • him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
  • “dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
  • “you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
  • “as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
  • “good… i love you.”
  • “i love you too.”
  • you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
  • secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
  • meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
  • him always coming to watch you practice
  • … mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
  • you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
  • “you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
  • “draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
  • “remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
  • “dray! stop it.”
  • you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
  • “there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
  • “babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
  • “… even more luck then.”
  • him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
  • him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
  • you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
  • “everything alright, babe?”
  • “fine, draco… fine.”
  • “what?”
  • “nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
  • “and you’re jealous, are you?”
  • “pssh, please.”
  • … then you making him kiss you in front of them
  • “i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
  • going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
  • … and him insisting on paying every time
  •  him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
  • all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
  • snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
  • him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
  • him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
  • “y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
  • “shut up.”
  • both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
  • more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
  • when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
  • when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
  • being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
  • … and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
  • you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
  • him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
  • if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
  • … and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
  • when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
  • you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
  • his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
  • both of you being known as the best players in your house
  • blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
  • draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
  • you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
  • always walking to practice together
  • him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
  • draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
  • “…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
  • him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
  • you doing the same
  • him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
  • … and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
  • borrowing each others brooms sometimes
  • everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
  • oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
  • when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
  • … and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
  • “draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
  • going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
  • him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
  • critiquing matches together
  • teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
  • “you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
  • “and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
  • him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
  • knowing each others favourite players
  • … but he always says you’re his favourite player
  • “yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
  • “if that were only true…”
  • “it is to me.”
  • you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
  • “congratulations, draco.”
  • “thank you, sweetheart.”
  • the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
  • you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
  • him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
  • jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
  • … and he actually does it
  • … but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
  • quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
  • … and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
  • “i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”

lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future.
also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)

Chamber of Secrets - Part 5

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m sorry this one took so long to post, today is the last day of finals and I’M FINALLY FREE! Also, my internet was being a bitch, I can’t even open tumblr for the past few days. This one is a little bit short but I promise the next part won’t take this long :)

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WAKANDA

Steve Rogers stood silently in front of his best friend. A million things were running inside his brain, some were not nice things. He was sad, devastated, desperate, angry and all of those emotions mixed into one. He had never been this anxious in his life and with the little control that he has, it was driving him near insanity.

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REQUESTED: “can you do an imagine where reader is a witch and doesn’t know much about the muggle world and credence teaches her? and like maybe she’s a bit tough but has a soft spot for him and fluff?“

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,076

A/N: Sorry it’s a little short (and a little different from the prompt), I’m still feeling a little under the weather, and it’s like 2AM. Smut is coming tomorrow, hopefully, but for now, pls enjoy the fluff.


The truth was…Credence didn’t know much about the “muggle” world either, as you called it. You had always been asking him questions since meeting him, and he’d done his best to answer. He understood that his knowledge of the world he’d been a part of was rudimentary at best, but you had always seemed to appreciate and value his answers. You had quickly become his favorite person, despite being largely a kind of angry and closed-off person, since finding Newt and his friends after the event in the subway, and when you had asked if he could show you around and give you a tour of the muggle world, all wide doe-eyes and soft smiles, so different for him than you were for anyone else… How could he refuse? Even if he didn’t know enough to give you a proper tour.

So now you were both walking down the street, huddled closely even though you were both wearing heavy jackets to fight the cold, and Credence had absolutely no idea where to go. He could feel the excitement rolling off of you in waves, eager to see a world you had not been allowed to be a part of, but… He couldn’t fight off his unease as he wandered aimlessly, not sure where to go. So he just kept walking, hoping he’d think of something that would be of interest or that would—the Brooklyn Museum. He’d heard people on the streets talking about it when he had been handing out fliers and recalled the interest it had procured in the conversations people walking by had shared, and it had to be the answer, something worthy of your attention. So he hurried off toward it, fighting a small smile as you followed him curiously.

Once you and Credence arrived, the trip being mostly silent and heavy with anticipation, both of you made your way to what had been most talked about—Paintings by Modern French and American Artists. You had been excited to see that Credence had taken you to an art museum, since you hadn’t really seen anything composed with regular hands instead of wands. You had always been an art lover and admired the patience it took, but you just…hadn’t been able to see any yet.

Once you had reached the modern art exhibit, you couldn’t help the immediate stillness that found you as you stood there in front of countless masterpieces, each seemingly more breathtaking than the last. Your breath was currently being taken away at the sight of “The Large Glass” by Marcel Duchamp as you stood wordlessly in front of it, leaning into Credence with wonder. But as you glanced at him to begin speaking, you noticed that he was just as breathless as you, staring in awe at the piece in front of him. It then occurred to you that maybe… Maybe this was a new world for him too. You were upset with your own inconsideration and began to kick yourself about it. How could you have overlooked this? “C-Credence?” You inquired quietly, hardly daring to raise your voice at all.

At the sound of your voice, he snapped his eyes toward you. “Yes, Y/N?” You noticed with some dampened amusement that he didn’t have to change how he normally spoke to fit the scene of silence the museum called for.

“Is this—Have you seen this before?” The question felt small, but the implications were monumental, to the both of you.

When he heard your question, Credence felt heat rise in his cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his shame. He had been caught. “No.” His voice was so hushed that you could hardly hear it at all. You stepped closer to him, gently taking his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N. My mother, she…didn’t really let us out much. We never got to see…all this. The parts of her world that were…worth seeing.” Still, you would have had to strain to hear him if you hadn’t been standing so close.

You squeezed his hand and brought him into you roughly. Credence would have been alarmed by your movements had he not spent so much time with you, but he knew by now that you were just this way—rough on the edges but trying to be soft for him. You spoke quietly, so that only he could hear you. “It’s okay, Credence. This is more exciting anyway! Now we can learn about this stuff together. It’s a new world for both of us to discover.”

Credence felt his blush deepen as he ducked his head, which normally would have ducked him away from someone, but in this instance just brought your faces closer together and your eyes directly under his as you gazed up at him. “I would really like that, Y/N.” His voice was just a bit louder and somehow softer at the consideration of your suggestion—the idea of learning things with you was euphoric. Gaining knowledge and with someone he cared so deeply for seemed like a dream come true, something he would have deemed impossible…before.

“Then that’s what we’ll do. It’ll be great, and—” At that moment, the two of you were shushed violently by an angry man on the opposite end of the room. Your usual tough-guy flare returned as you turned angrily to face the man’s pretentious stare, limbs stiffening and face lowering into a familiar scowl. “Excuse the hell out of me, but I don’t think you were a part of this conversation!”

The man looked incredulously at you before averting his gaze and pointedly ignoring the two of you. Credence couldn’t help openly smiling at you, small but there, flattered that it seemed that he was the only one to receive your softer side. “Thank you, Y/N. I can’t wait.” Oh, you loved the rasp in his voice, especially when it sounded happy, like it did now.

At that, the smile returned to your face, replacing the scowl. Credence noticed that, when your face relaxed as you looked at him, he could still see the lines of previous anger, irritation, and general passionate feistiness that you normally expressed. He found that he liked that he alone saw this, the way your face could hold such compassion. “I can’t wait either, Credence,” you said as you pulled him into the next room, ready to view all the art in the building.

Credence felt his world expand just a little more.


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Finn often wakes from nightmares about his time in the first order. As he lives among those in the resistance he realizes how truly awful it was to be raised as a nameless soldier. He’s equally angry and in mourning for the life he would have had if he wouldn’t have been taken from his parents. That’s why he’s so grateful for Rey. She holds him and listens to him when he wakes sweat soaked and panting. She doesn’t think less of him, doesn’t think him weak for it. At first he thought the freedom to do as he pleased was the best part of running from the First Order. Even though that still holds true, being loved and cared for is equally as good.

Little Sister

Paring - Stiles x Sister Reader

Word count - 1,974

Request by anon - Hello!! I was wondering (if you have the time & if you are still taking requests) If you can write an imagine where you’re Stiles sister and being there for him when he is having his MRI. Being very distraught and sad and angry. Sheriff Stilinski (dad) having to calm the reader down? Basically during the part where they’re at hospital. (Episode Riddled, Season 3)

(I changed it up a little, I didn’t just base it off ‘Riddled’

Your father was the best man you’d even know. He was always there for you, even when his job kept him busy, he would make it home for the night to make sure you and your brother were in bed and fed. He made sure the two of you knew just how loved you were. He scared the monsters from your closet and you loved to brag that your father was the sheriff.

He learned the tricks of how to tie up a pony tail, how to do braids and how to do all different hair styles all for you. He drove you everywhere, you had him wrapped around your little finger but no only that drove him to be the best father he possible could. He just loved you and your brother immensely.

However, he had to do it all alone, while making a living and still being around to watch the pair of you grow up. You knew that he had been struggling lately but you didn’t know how to help, with all the supernatural things going on and school, you didn’t have time for a job. With all the hospital bills piling up, it was hard for your father to pay that along with phone bills, food and everything that you needed as a family.

And now, Stiles had gone to Melissa and when she had checked his symptoms against those of your mother, they had to have him booked for an MRI and MRI’s aren’t cheap. You all knew it had to be done though, Stiles needed it.

You prayed and prayed it was just stress and exhaustion, that it wasn’t frontotemporal dementia, the only form of Dementia that could affect teens, the very thing that took the life of your mom. There was no cure and you couldn’t loose your brother.

Your mind was reeling as you stood, waiting for Scott to be done wishing your brother good luck, you had tuned out their conversation almost the minuet it started, too busy worrying about the life of your twin brother, only older by a mere few minuets.

You felt Scott’s hand on your shoulder as he walked by you, allowing you some time with Stiles. That’s when you let your tears fall. He slid of the bed like thing that he would soon have to lie on to get his scan done and pulling you into his arms, letting your tears wet his hospital gown slightly. “It’s gonna be okay” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head. He was a few inches taller than you, though he loved to use it to his advantage.

“What if it’s not Stiles, I cant loose you!!” you exclaimed, pulling away, your teary eyes meeting his big, brown orbs. “If it is, we’ll get through it. You can’t get rid of me that easy”. Only Stiles could make a joke minuets before an MRI that would determine the future of him and everyone he knew. You hugged him tight once again, squeezing each other so tightly as if it were the last time you would see each other.

“It’s Time Stiles” the doctor said through the speaker, signalling that it was your time to leave. He kissed your head once more and wiped the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs. “I love you, baby sister” he whispered, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips at the nickname he had used so many times. “I’m only younger by four minuets and fifteen seconds” you remarked. “And I Love you too, big brother”

You tried to stop the tears flowing down your cheeks and you and Scott walked into the waiting room, his arm around your shoulder. You were accompanied in the waiting room by Derek also. “You know if it is what they think it is, we can help him, I can help him” Scott told you, causing Derek’s head to turn and look at Scott in surprise. “You’d really do it, you’d give him the bite” you mumbled in astonishment, now that you hadn’t thought of nor expected to come out of Scott’s mouth.

“He’s my best friend and he’s your brother. I wouldn’t let him die, he means to much to us all” Scott told you, his eyes telling you he was wholly and completely telling the truth.

You all sat in complete silence until your dad, Melissa and the doctor burst out the room, informing you that Stiles was gone, he had simply just vanished without a trace. You couldn’t sleep that night, not knowing where he was or if he was safe or even alive was killing you. You tossed and turned the whole night.

You slapped your hand over your blaring alarm, planning on drinking as much caffeine as you could, you were running on that today due to the fact you hadn’t had a wink of sleep.

“Sleep well honey” you dad asked when he heard you trudging into the kitchen. “Didn’t sleep at all” you mumbled before adding, “What about you” with a yawn. “Me neither sweetheart” he replied softly, turning to look at you. “I’m worried daddy” you whimpered, your tears brewing in your eyes once again. You hated crying so much but everything you were dealing with right now was crushing you.

“Me too honey, me too” He mumbled in response, letting you cry against his chest, your tears soaking his uniform as he rubbed your back and tried to calm your sobs.

“Hey, we know Stiles, he always shows up safe, he’s Stiles, our Stiles always finds his way back” he said, his voice sounding sure. You pulled away and wiped your tears, nodding in agreement. You still couldn’t help but miss home,  he was the only constant in your life really, your father had work and you couldn’t blame him for that, he had to work to provide for you and Stiles.

Leaving you and Stiles with a sitter most of the time, he often had to change babysitter because of the trouble you two caused. You were often referred to as double trouble when you were together, reeking havoc through the station when your dad couldn’t find a sitter.

The two of you were scarily smart for such young children and no matter how much the pair of you got into trouble, everyone who came into contact with you when you were children, couldn’t help but love you because you always brought smiles to faces.

It had been you two against the world for long, with the exception of Scott being an important part, it had just been the two of you for much of your lives and that had driven you to be best friends as well as siblings. You knew Stiles wouldn’t hesitate to save you or die trying and he knew you would do the same for him.

“You’re mother would be so proud of you. Without you, I have no idea where I would be sweetheart, She would be so proud of how strong you are, how you’re handling this. She would be proud of Stiles too, both of you and how you’ve coped with everything, saving lives of people you don’t even know, you’re only young and you’ve probably saved more people than me” he told you. Thinking about your mother was something you did often, you always wondered if she would have been proud of you and to hear that your dad thought she would be actually soothed you.

“She’d be proud of you too dad, she’d be proud of all of us. You could have easily left us to go and drink, you could have ended up like Mr Lahey, but you didn’t, you made sure we knew how loved we were, she would be beyond proud of you and who you raised us to be. We are who we are because of you dad” you told him, watching as he tried not to cry.

He drove you to school in the cop car and told you Parrish would be picking you up and taking you to the station because he would be out looking for your brother and he wanted you to safe. Just as you were getting out the car, he called your name. “I’m proud of you y/n, just as much as your mother would be” you shot him a smile and told him you loved him, shutting the door and waving as you walked away. You didn’t see him wipe his eyes, look up at the sky and mutter “My god Claudia, you would have loved how your baby girl turned out, We still miss you but we know you would be proud”

During the day, Stiles showed up and you were overjoyed, he was safe and alive. Though, he was acting weird, he didn’t feel like Stiles, he just felt different.

No matter how much he didn’t feel like Stiles, you knew he wasn’t crazy and you knew he’d never hurt you. If you had known his next move, you wouldn’t have agreed with your father to spend the night with his favourite deputy. Your dad had told you he was going to get Stiles help and you were okay with that, however you knew you couldn’t be there, so your father, the Sheriff, had asked one of Deputies, Jordan Parrish, whom he trusted with his life, to take the day off and take you out to distract you.

He had told you that Jordan would be taking you out ice skating then for a meal after then you had to stay at his overnight because Stiles had an appointment and he wanted to spend a bit of alone time with him, father and son time and you were fine with that, you didn’t mind at all, that was until you received a text from Stiles.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, it was selfish of him but he also knew he would be allowed a phone call until after 72 hours, three days was too long to wait to tell you he loved you and he would miss you, he couldn’t go three days without apologising for not telling you that he was going to Eichen House.

Jordan had just called the waiter for the check, you weren’t going to Lie, you had a good night with him, the highlight being when one of the waitresses asked how long the two of you had been together, causing hysterical laughing from both you and Parrish, who was almost ten years older than you, you saw him as a brother figure.

You phone pinged and you lifted it, typing in the passcode and opening your messages to see it was from Stiles.

“We lied” one read

“I’m so sorry” another said

“I love you, I’m not allowed any contact for the first seventy two hours so I just had to tell you that I will love and miss you, take care of yourself, little sister.” the last one read.

Stiles’ hands were shaking so hard he almost didn’t see the bubble telling him you were typing. They were on their was to Eichen House and Stiles was worrying, he felt so incredibly selfish for telling you, he hadn’t wanted you to know until he was in, he had his dad to be there when you found out.

“Stiles what’re you talking about. Where the hell are you” Stiles read off the screen, running his hand over his face and sighing shakily.

“Eichen House” he typed, hitting the send button and slightly regretting texting you, he could almost see your broken look when you read that, he just couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you or any of his friends. However you couldn’t bare the thought of your brother rotting in there, you couldn’t let him.

Prompt Series; Alec Lightwood #8

Prompt Series; Alec Lightwood #8. “You annoy the shit out of me.” Requested by: @dylanspraybitch To say that you and Alec argued a lot was an understatement. Whether it was about what you wore on a mission, or about you being best friends with Simon, it was always something. Today it was about Simon. “I just don’t get why you’re so upset, Alec.” You sighed, walking through the main part of the institute about to leave to meet Simon to go watch a movie. “Upset?” Alec scoffed as he followed you. “Try angry. Why wouldn’t I be angry you’re going out with another guy?” You rolled your eyes, stopping and turning towards him. “Because he’s my friend. I can’t hang out with my friend?” You asked with attitude. “No, you can’t. Because he doesn’t look at you like just a friend, Y/n.” You sighed. “Alec, we are just friends. He wants to go see a movie. That’s all. I’ll see you later.” You said, grabbing your purse before heading out to the movie, leaving Alec to glare at you as you walked out. After the movie, Simon walks you back to the institute and you tell him about your fight with Alec earlier in the day. “He thinks I like you?” Simon snorted. You give him a playful glare before punching his shoulder. “Shut up.” You said. He laughed. “I hate that I’m causing all these problems in your relationship.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just Alec. He’s jealous. He’s always jealous.” Simon nodded. “I guess I can see where he’s coming from.” “Really?” You asked. He nodded. “I mean, if I had a girlfriend who was close with another guy that I didn’t really know, I’d probably be jealous too. He just loves you, Y/n. He doesn’t want to loose you. Go easy on him, okay?” He said, as you reached the doors of the institute. You smiled and hugged the vampire. “Thanks, Simon.” “Anytime.” He said embracing you. After saying your goodbyes, you head up to you and Alec’s bedroom to find him sleeping. You smile and head to the bathroom to change into your pajamas, which was basically a t-shirt of Alec’s. You walk back out and slide under the covers behind Alec and wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing his bare shoulder. He shuffled, waking up. He turned to see it was you, and looked away, seeming to still be mad from before making you sigh in frustration. “Have fun on your date?” He asked sarcastically. “Baby..” You say, frustrated with him and all his jealousy. “Don’t be like this.” “Be like what? A boyfriend?” He said. “Jealous.” You say. He didn’t say anything. “I love you. Only you.” You say, hugging him tighter. He sighs and rolls over to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist, your faces inches apart. “I just don’t like sharing. Or the way he stares at you when you wear your distraction dresses.” He said, making you laugh. “He doesn’t stare at me.” You whisper to him. “If you say so, baby.” He says, rolling his eyes. You kiss him on his nose. He smiles, causing you to smile. “You annoy this shit out of me.” You say. “I love you too.” He says before kissing you sweetly. You each pull away and you lay your head on his chest, as he puts his arms around you. Before long each of your fall asleep, happy as can be.

Originally posted by nbmagnusbane

I can buy Rhodey being angry with Tony about his part in creating Ultron.

What I can’t believe? That Rhodey would dismiss Tony’s PTSD.

Rhodey’s a SOLDIER.

And Tony’s best friend.

You know, the guy who pulled Tony aside in IM3 and told him that he was worried and wanted to know what was going on in Tony’s head?

I can’t believe for one second that Rhodey wouldn't have DEFENDED TONY when the other Avengers piled onto him in the infamous “the team turns on Tony” scene because Rhodey KNOWS that what happened to Tony in the Battle of New York traumatized him.

Rhodey KNOWS why Tony is so determined to protect this “fragile” planet.

And even though everyone seemed to have their head up their ass about Tony’s point–WHICH WAS THAT OUR PLANET IS UP AGAINST FORCES FAR GREATER AND POWERFUL THAN CRIMINAL ORGANIZATIONS AND HEY! THAT WAS THE POINT OF THE CREATION OF THE AVENGERS (EARTH’S MIGHTIEST HEROES, HELLO)–I don’t buy for a second that RHODEY DIDN’T GET THAT.

Let Me See...Part 3

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Epilogue)


Loki had penned a letter for you that next morning, apologizing for his angry outburst and reassuring you that his anger never got the best of him in any particular situation.

He then went on to explain the frustration behind not being allowed, as a Prince, to see his betrothed before his wedding day.

You wasted no time in writing a letter back, stating that his frustration was understandable, and that you had your hands bound in the matter.  You went into great depths about your culture, finding it quite easy to converse with him about the ways of your people.

You told him stories of your childhood and scenarios that made you aware very early on that you were not like the other girls.

You told him of the days you spent reading in your room instead of gallivanting off on some field trip with the school girls.

You told him of the first time your father had instructed that you shroud yourself.

And you even told him of the punishment that could befall you should you disobey his orders before being handed over to your betrothed.

What was set out to be a one-page letter quickly morphed into a 10-page miniature booklet, sent to him by your handmaiden before you put yourself together to make your way for the library.

Books were where you found your solace.

But it was also where you found your adventure.

Soon, the two of you were conversing through letters.  Loki reacted to your stories, telling you how different Asgardian culture is, comparing the two and applauding your love of books.

He even asked you a few follow-up questions to your ramblings.

That evening, you were sitting at your vanity, the barely-used make-up covering it now cast off to the side as you fill it with stationaries and pens of every shape and color, answering Loki’s prior questions and filling it with the things you are learning just by watching others around the castle.

And then, an idea struck you.

Prince Loki, you scrawl, while I cannot uncloak myself, there has not been any talk of anything demanding my silence on the matter.

Re-reading the sentence, you decide to clarify.

Should it please you, I could attempt at a description.

Pausing as you count the pages you had penned, you decide to wrap it up at a mere 6 pages.

I hope you have a wonderful evening.

Furrowing your brow as you suck in a bout of air through your nose, you scrawl the line out with your pen before attempting the closure once more.

I shall hope to see you soon.

Smiling lightly as you fold the papers up, you place them in an envelope and flip the cloth over your face, your voice beckoning for your handmaiden as she pokes her head into the room.

“Yes?” she asks.

Holding out the letter to her as she smiles lightly, she shuffles over and takes the letter from you, smiling graciously as she parts her lips to speak.

“Dinner will be ready at 7.  Would you care to dine with the family or shall you dine here?”

They weren’t technically your family yet.

No use burdening them with your presence until necessary.

They’ll have to put up with me forever.  Lets give them this time to themselves.

“I believe I will dine here tonight,” you state lightly, earning a nod from your handmaiden before she makes her way for the door.

You had hoped that Loki would enjoy your letter and not take offense to you asking some questions about him like he had done you in his letter to you that afternoon.  You hadn’t expected him to respond to your letter that morning, but you felt a sort of…giddiness…at the idea that he responded.

And so soon after it as well.

You wondered if he would respond to this latest one…

But a feeling in the pit of your stomach continued to churn.

You felt terrible that he felt the need to apologize to you.

He had every right to be frustrated with the scenario at hand.  After all, you knew you were marrying a physically handsome individual, and you hoped that you had communicated that to him properly through your writings.

Both his beauty and the approval of his frustration.

You had always been better with paper than with people.  Words seemed to architect themselves on page better than they stumbled from your lips, and you were hoping to show your future husband that you had many things to offer him to offset your lack of beauty.

You also made sure to communicate to him that you would not feel disappointed if he wanted to continue to have you shrouded.

Gods, you could keep me shrouded for the wedding night if you want.

But little did you know that Loki had received your letter, ripping it open and devouring your every word as his eyes flitter along your beautifully written words.  Your stories and memories and convictions leaping out at him as his mind processes your words and his soul holds close to the things you have allowed him to be privy to.

But every time you had a thought…every time you made a remark…it ricocheted off of the corners of his mind, requiring him to continuously blink his eyes as his jaw clenches tight.

He knew it was an advantage, you not knowing of his power.

But your thought-processes were gut-wrenching.

Part of him ached for you.  He knew, all too well, what it felt like to feel second-best.  What it felt like to not belong, to stand out from everyone else.  To feel as if someone wants to cover you up…keep you in the shadows…rather than look at you and accept you for the entity that you are.

He knew all too well of that frustration.

And yet, there was a bit of anger.  Anger that he wished he could control.  Anger at the situation.  For not being able to see you.  For not being able to touch you.  For being betrothed to a woman who was perceived as weak, but was anything but.  A woman who, for all intents and purposes, was a mystery to him.  A woman who possessed a strength beyond her words, but was so foreign to her because of the way she had been treated by a culture she was born into but to which she did not belong.

It made him wail out in frustration as his face flushed red with bloodied fury, his power emanating from his body as a shock-wave emits itself from his skin, barreling everything into the walls as his chest heaves and pants.

He knew that if he could be with you…if he could walk with you and hold you, dance with you and eat with you…

…he knew that if he could lay with you…

He knew that sometimes that’s all it took.  That one person that decides they are going to cast aside all murmurs and rumors and make a judgement for themselves based solely on what they experience, rather than on the experience of others.

He knew that was all you needed.

That one person.

And he found himself aching to be that person.

Grumbling to himself as he sees his ink and stationary in shambles upon the floor, he rolls his eyes as he begins waving his hands around, righting everything in his cell as a guard makes his way towards him.

“Good, you are here,” Loki bites as he sighs deeply and sits down on his chair, “I shall be in need of some more stationary and ink.  As well as a few writing utensils.”

But the guard only continued to stare blankly at him.

“Well!?” he roars, taking a step towards the guard as he flinches lightly, “Go!”

And the guard was off.

“Imbeciles…” Loki mutters under his breath as he picks up the pages of your letter, turning them over as he attempts to put them back in order.

And as he was sifting them into place, his eyes fell upon the back of the very last page.

One line in particular…

Should it please you, I could attempt at a description.

Fluttering his eyes over the page once more, he feels a very light smile cross his cheeks, his facial expressions softening as he re-reads the page one more time.

“There’s that creative mind of yours,” he murmurs happily to himself.

Loki hadn’t realized that the guard had returned with what he had requested.

Slowly looking up, taking in the man’s form as the guard’s jaw drops lightly, Loki’s face hardens to stone as his eyes flicker to the supplies in the man’s hands.

“Well?” Loki lulls.

“Brought what you requested,” the guard says.

“Good.  I shall want to get a response back to Miss Y/N before nightfall.”

But the guard just continued to stare.

“What?” Loki growls.

“It’s just that-”

But the words caught in the guard’s throat.

The guard didn’t know how to describe what he had just seen flash upon the supposed-monster’s face.

“H-here…” the man trails off, rushing around to the side of the cell as he brings the walls down, setting the things on the floor before quickly throwing the walls back up.

And as Loki moves to pick up the items, setting everything up on his little table before he prepares his hands to write you a response, Loki clears his throat and raises his head as the guard whips around on his heels.

“Thank you,” Loki beckons, the guard no longer hiding the shock on his face as he nods his head lightly.

“Yes, Prince,” he says before turning his back and skittering quickly down the hallway.

He would hope that his response to you would arrive before you fell asleep for the evening.

He wanted to make sure that you knew how he treasured your letters.

8

We haven’t seen the last of Void Stiles. “That’s part of the darkness still lurking inside of Stiles and he’ll have the fear that, is it more than just being possessed? Is there something inside that he has to keep a lid on?” As for the difference between Scott and Theo, Davis added, “Whereas Scott tries to bring out the best in his friends, Theo actually came back for the worst in them. He came back for the angry kid, the killers, and the murderers, he wants that because to him that equates with power.” - Jeff Davis (x)

I LOVE how Bonnie just came out and said that she is putting her self first for ONCE.

AND in EVERY scene they had together she called out Damon on EVERYTHING, including his treatment of her trust/friendship, his BS with elderado and the cure, and the INTIMACY of how well she knows him as she acknowledged how MEANINGFUL their time was living through HELL together.

AND THAT MAGIC?? lmao she flicked him away from her like a gnat after he tried to put his hands on her, and wasn’t even as upset about it as she was about his other actions! And the best part of that scene was that at the end of it she didn’t get her point across to Damon by threatening him or anything, she did what she always does and gave him a CHOICE after making hundreds of valid points about how idiotic he was being AND SHE GOT THROUGH TO HIM, TO THE POINT WHERE HE TUCKED AWAY HIS MASSIVE SENSE OF PRIDE AND CONCEDED BEFORE WALKING AWAY.

WHEN IS THE LAST TIME ANYONE HAS EVER GOTTEN AN ANGRY/DESPERATE DAMON TO WALK AWAY WITH OUT ANY CONSEQUENCES???

This was SUCH a beautiful episode for SO many reasons, I just can’t!

Even Enzo didn’t piss me off as much as usual now that he’s actually becoming relevant again.

And Caroline actually made me cry! Plus she FINALLY  has her humanity back on! (tho i will miss her on-point snarks about elevator)

This is one of the best eps that didn’t involve Kai that we’ve gotten in a while.

Protecting Her // Obi Wan Headcons

Anon asked:

Can I get something with a protective Obi-Wan?

-Obi Wan was always on your case. He had to know where you were going at all times which was annoying yes, but strangely attractive at the same damn time.

-Sometimes as you went to market, men would stare at you, but Obi Wan would immediately wrap his arms around your waist, claiming his territory.

-He’d have you constantly remind him that you were his and no one else. You’d whisper in his ear, “I am yours,” when he was angry or upset and that would cheer him up instantly.

-He hated to see you go on a mission alone, so he wouldn’t constantly ask if he could tag along.

-Cuddle time was the only time he wasn’t freaking out about you. You were with him, protected in his arms. What more could he ask for?

-The best part about him being over protective was teasing him about it. Anakin and you would constantly make jokes about it? You would say that you were going to use the bathroom and Anakin would say, “make sure to call me when you sit on the toilet!” this would cause Obi Wan to punch him and Anakin whine about it.

-People would always hate it when their boyfriends were over protective, but you loved it because you knew he was looking out for you with love. That was all you could as for.

I love how Keith’s anger issues are portrayed in the show:

Listen, so often we get a protagonist who’s angry. However, for some reason, cartoon writers like to take this “angry” personality to extremes. 
They make the character yell a lot, act unreasonably, obnoxiously, and sometimes even violently. All for the sake of getting that mood across. This character is angry. We get it.
I find those characters super annoying, and scary, and they’re not really a good example for kids to see in a cartoon. That’s not how you should act if you’re easily angered.
But then we have Keith, and Keith is wonderful. You can tell he gets easily frustrated, and moody, but he’s not characterized by being loud-mouthed and wanting to punch anything that disagrees with him. He gets angry but he keeps himself level-headed for the most part, he doesn’t constantly let his emotions get the best of him. Now, sometimes when he’s heated he’ll charge off and do something he shouldn’t, but almost every time he wants to do something while he’s pissed, someone else is there to chill him out and he actually listens, and when he doesn’t stop when he’s told, he clearly regrets the poor decision he’s made and I think he learns from it. 
Can we also appreciate how Lance constantly picks at him and he still maintains a poker-face most of the time and shrugs it off? And when he retaliates, it’s still chill. He’s not ever trying to attack Lance, but sometimes you just wanna throw a jab back at him to shut the boy up.
Sure, Keith gets caught in the moment sometimes and let’s his emotions take over him, he acts on instinct, but he always tries to keep his emotions in check. 
This is a good portrayal of someone who’s got anger issues. 
I don’t care if it reads as “moody”. Moody is way better than obnoxiously violent.

Not Just A River In Egypt


marycontrary82‘s birthday is today, and she requested “Why do you have to be dating my best friend?”  (And before anyone asks, yes, there will be two more parts.)  This is a little too long for a drabble, but a little too short for a oneshot.  Happy Birthday, Mary, and thanks for being such a wonderful human being.


The first time Clarke met Bellamy, her heart sank into her stomach and she had no idea why.  He was waiting at a high-top table near the bar and she quickly picked him out of the crowd thanks to Raven’s oddly accurate description (dark hair and a face that will make you angry and horny at the same time).  He recognized her just as quickly and waved her over.  “Raven just texted–she got hung up at work, but she’s heading out soon.  I’m Bellamy, the not-boyfriend.”

“I figured.  Clarke, Raven’s best friend,” she replied.  Clarke was well aware of Raven’s tendency to downplay her relationships–she had not had an official boyfriend since Finn three years ago, something that rankled more than one guy vying for the position.  It didn’t seem to bother Bellamy though, which was a strong point in his favor.  They slipped into an easy conversation about his work and her art and by the time Raven wove her way through the crowd, Clarke had decided she was going to be talking to her friend about upgrading Bellamy from not-boyfriend to, at the very least, maybe-boyfriend.

“Sorry I’m late, dudes.  Wick was being a fucking moron and I had to fix it,” Raven explained, and Clarke’s heart did that funny swooping thing again when Bellamy pressed a kiss to Raven’s temple in hello.  “I see you two have met.”

Within minutes, Clarke’s mood had soured for no particular reason, but she forced herself to stay and make small talk with Raven and Bellamy.  He’s good for you, she texted Raven later.  You should consider letting this one stick around.


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We haven’t seen the last of Void Stiles. “That’s part of the darkness still lurking inside of Stiles and he’ll have the fear that, is it more than just being possessed? Is there something inside that he has to keep a lid on?” As for the difference between Scott and Theo, Davis added, “Whereas Scott tries to bring out the best in his friends, Theo actually came back for the worst in them. He came back for the angry kid, the killers, and the murderers, he wants that because to him that equates with power.” - Jeff Davis (x)

Best Friends Forever? (Part 4)

Plot: You, Liam and Mason have been best friends for a couple of months, but suddenly one of them start to avoiding you. Being worried with you friends as always, you start to look for answers and sometimes some secrets should be kept in secret. 



It was already 2:10 pm. He was ten minutes late. I don’t usually get angry only because 10 minutes but I was already very angry with him for keeping a secret from me. And know he makes me wait more 10 minutes to know. What if he changed his mind? What if he’s not going to show up? What if…

“Knock Knock” I breath in relief

“Finally” I said, opening the door. “I was already thinking that you wasn’t going to show.”

“Sorry” he said, entering on my house “ I was with…uh… nevermind.”

“With who?” I asked, curious.

“Uhm… Lydia Martin.”

“Oh. Her.” I said.

“Anyway…” he started. “I was wondering if you could help me with this math homework. I have no idea how to do it and-“

“No way. You are not going to change the subject Liam. You came here with one simple reason. “

“It’s not as simple as you think it is, (Y/N).” he said.

“Well, so make it easy, Liam. “

He didn’t answered.

“Really?!” I started to increase my voice. “First you ignore me. Then you want to meet me here to tell me what was going on. AND NOW “ I’ve already started to scream “YOU ARE TRYING TO MAKE FOOL OF ME?”

“I-I.. I’m sorry” he just say.

“Enough of apologies, Dunbar. If there’s anything you want to tell me, tell me now.”

“I-I can’t. Please understand. It’s for your own safety.”

“My own safety?” I laugh. “Wow, congrats. You are saving me from something that probably doesn’t even exists, right?”

“You know what? I’m done, Liam. I really thought I could trust you. But since you started to go out with your “pack” of seniors, I can’t even recognize you. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“(Y/N) I’m still me, I promise you. If there’s anything that I can make to prove you that, please tell me.” He almost beg me.

“Tell me the truth. We were always honest with each other. “

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Liam. But if you can’t trust on me, I have no reason to trust on you.” I forced this words to get out of my mouth, my heart breaking in each word.

“(Y/N)..”

“Please, leave.” I said, hearing my voice cracking.

And he does. He leave. And when he does it, I fall on the ground and start to cry. I’ve never cried so much since I was 8 years old, when my parents died. In the moment, the felling was the same. The boy that I’ve met didn’t existed anymore.

——

1 hour later, I was sitting on the couch with my blankets around me, when I hear my grandma coming.

“Hello my cupcake” she said, making me smile when I hear my childhood nickname.

“Hello grandma” I whisper.

“Are you okay?” she asked, sitting next to me in the couch, wiping a tear from my face.

And I tell her everything. About Liam ignoring me, about his new friends and about what happened earlier.

“Oh cupckake” she said “I’m so sorry. Really. But to be honest and don’t see any reason to be angry with this boy.”

“But grandma-“  I started to say. She was defending him? Why?

“I’m sure he had his reasons to not say anything to you. And I’m pretty sure they were very good reasons.”

“I don’t know.” I simply say.

“We never know until we discover, my dear.” She said. “That’s the funny thing of being human. You have more than one way to discover the truth.”

“So you think I should keep trying to discover what is happening?”

“Yes and no.”

“What?” My grandma is so confused sometimes.

“You do have to try it. But do it quiet. Don’t let him or his friends know that you are trying.”

“But how I am supposed to discover something if I cant talk with his friends?”

“Uhm… that’s a word you teenagers use a lot these days… uhm.. I can’t remember it….. OH! You need to be a stalker.”

“Spy him?”

“Well, it was just an idea. Of course you don’t need to do it. You can stay in the couch if you prefer…”

“Actually, it’s brilliant grandma. Thank you” I said, kissing her in the cheek.

“Great.” She said, getting out of the couch. “Now, stop with this teenage drama and let’s eat some cake that I brought.”

“Okay” I laugh “ I’ll set the table.”

And I can feel that, inside of me, a flame of hope.
 
Note: Wow, this is longer than I thought. Hope you are enjoying as much as I am :-) Don’t forget to send requests (any kind of request, really). I’ll be glad to write some of your ideas. Anyway, I was thinking on starting a vlog on youtube, talking about music, tv shows, movies… what do you think about it? Would you watch it?



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Reasons to interview therapists before agreeing to actually see them for therapy - it might not be a good fit.

The man I met today said he using aggressive weight lost programs for his overweight clients, then made a thinly veiled comment about fat people being unable to find happiness. Then, he informed me that asexuality is an excuse people use for not having a relationship and that no one can survive without sexual fulfillment. I told him he was an asshole. At which point he informed me that my attitude was part of my problem.

I left, very angry. The doctor in charge of the practice called me at home to apologize, but it was half assed at best.

So yeah, failed attempt #1.