i just felt like doing something different

I’m not dead on this blog haha

Just been working nuts on my comic, aside from work/school.

But tonight I wanted to take a break, and recharge my batteries by drawing some Danger at the beach.

She’s sporting her “Summer cut” mane style. Felt like playing around with something different. 

You have no idea how many iterations of her legs I went through…

Even with this pseudo anthro style…just…fuck hips. I do not understand them. 

Yes, I plan on finishing this :-3

Can I be honest with you? Like I know we’ve only known each other for what a month. But damn, my feelings for you are off of the charts. And I know when we hang out, I get all flustered and shy, because you do something to me. I’m not very good at speaking, and I’m not very good in letting my feelings be known. But I really like you. And it’s not just like I’m attracted to you. But let me explain it. It’s like when I’m with you, every little part of my body and soul rejoices, because for once in my life I’m with someone who seeks to understands me. Someone who laughs at my jokes, and in turn I laugh at theirs, and someone I feel like something can actually happen. But I’m so freaking afraid that you don’t feel the same way. That’s why sometimes I don’t answer you right away, or I act like I don’t care, but I really do, because I am also at the same time trying to protect myself. Because the last time I felt this way about someone, they left, and I was broken for a long time. But I feel like you’re different, and I like you. And I’m sorry this is tangent but, I just gotta let you know, why I say things and why I do things. I just wanted to let you know.
—  (via young-wildandfresh)

everystarstorm  asked:

As a biologist the episode "The Zoo" really interested me. A much smaller population separated for thousands of years makes me really wonder how physically different the zoo humans are to earth humans. The zoo humans are even selectively bread. It's just something I've been thinking about since I saw that episode.

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Also adding to the selective breeding thing I think that adds to how complacent they are. After all humans are inherently curious and questioning but the zoo humans just aren’t. Not to say the socializing part didn’t play a huge roll in it but not one of the humans ever questions anything in the zoo. That’s not something humans do, it’s even the plot of several movies.

That’s a really interesting observation. Physically, the Zoomans even subsist on a different diet. And yet, Steven and Greg eat the food easily. That’s Homeworld’s reverse-engineering organic food like fruits. 

And they’ve never felt physical pain. Like, everyone is barefoot and walking on the ground, but I doubt the ground has anything that can actually injure them. One thing that interests me about the selective breeding aspect, is that Homeworld probably has records of them. The selective breeding may be such that it maximises genetic diversity or minimises congenital defects. 

In fact, having a species so separated for so many years, it would be interesting to ask whether they were still considered “human beings” in the way we see ourselves. Their physical makeup may appear the same, but physiologically, they might have faster metabolisms (judging by the length of a “day” in the Zoo) and different base inclinations.

Taking it further, in another few centuries, they might be considered a new branch off the genetic tree. 

I don’t know if anyone even knows what’s going on in Turkey, but we are faced with probably one of the worst possible democratical challenges in Turkey’s history. I voted, I had to go through so much stuff to be able to vote in this referendum, because I live abroad. Today, I don’t want to leave my bed, I don’t want to go outside, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to study and to be honest, I don’t want to exist at all. Half of the country voted against the change, not that it would even mean anything will get better. It could’ve just postponed it getting worse. But with mere 1% they won the referendum. There has been so much fraud in this election, so I personally don’t even believe that we actually lost at all, but that’s besides the point for now. I don’t want to see my beautiful country, the incredible people that has to live under these circumstances to suffer anymore. And I felt like I did everything I could’ve done. But that’s never the case. So whether you’re feeling miserable because of Brexit, Trump or the Turkish Referendum or something completely different, all I ask from you is to get out of bed. I know it’s hard, believe me. But we won’t be able to help if we don’t try. So please just go out and do something nice. Go volunteer, donate if you can, help the little kids with their homeworks so they can get the education they deserve, read and learn yourselves, study hard, learn new languages and gain new perspectives, try to understand other beliefs, discuss about it, just do anything in your power to make the world a better and a more understanding place. Because it’s so easy to wallow in self pity and wish everything had gone differently. But to make a difference you have to start from somewhere, however little it may be.

When We Collide (Part 5)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way! Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you thought about it.

“You sound like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

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anonymous asked:

What made you decide to do the no cut confessional video? Not that it was bad or anything like that, I'm just curious what made you do something different? (Also sorry if someone already asked this)

I wanted to try something different, and I felt like I had a good topic that would fit the format. Interestingly, it was not less work. The edit, obviously, was very easy, but the ‘writing’ took just as long and the filming took several hours.

I also felt like I had a made a lot of videos about the world lately, but not very many in which I talked about my own issues. I think talking about my issues is helpful because people realize that we all have them, and also I do occasionally like to remind people that I am a human. Otherwise I see a lot more vilifying or…whatever the opposite of vilifying is. Hero worship?

So I wanted to break down some of the barriers…at least for one video.

Lost - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 3

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, mentions of Crowley and Cas

Warnings: All the Angst

Word Count: 2.6k (hey look, it’s the longest of the series)

A/N: I know that it’s been a while. I had to wait for this one to come to me. I thought it was going to be the last one, but it turns out this Series has other plans. So, I bring you third installment of The Forgotten Series, Lost. I really hope you guys like it! Catch up on Pt. 1 & 2

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Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One - Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

99 problems (1/?)

 Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairings :  No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.

Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff

Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts !

                                                    Chapter one

“Miss y/n, Tony is requesting your presence on the communal level of the tower immediately,” FRIDAY rang out through the speakers in your room.

   You roll your eyes, finish applying the last of your makeup, and throw on your outfit for the night. Since your mission was canceled, you decided to call the one person that knows how to have a good time: Johnny Storm. Ever since you had a random mission helping out the Fantastic Four, Johnny just seemed to click with you. Although he can be immature and obnoxious most of the time, he’s been a really solid friend.

 As you grab your phone off your nightstand, the picture frame behind it catches your eye. You lift it, taking in the smiles on Sam and Steve’s faces as you stand between them with their arms around you. If only things were this simple. The picture just reminds you of what things like before everything happened with the damn Accords; before everyone was ripped away from you. If only I hadn’t been on that undercover mission, if only I’d been there, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I’d still have Steve. Steve. You feel your heart sink at the thought of him.

As you walked onto the jet about to leave for your undercover mission, Steve sprinted into the hangar.

“Y/n, wait!” You stopped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.

You and Steve had a great friendship but you had always felt more for him than you’d like to admit. Sometimes you think he feels the same, but then hell do/say something to smash that feeling.

“Steve, I literally just said bye to you like 10 minutes ago, miss me already?” you teased. He stepped forward, a look of confliction flashing over his face. “Steve, what’s going-”

“This mission is dangerous, a lot more dangerous than I’d like, y/n. If something happens to you I-”

“Steve, I can handle a couple Hydra agents, I’ll only be gone 2 weeks tops. I think I’ll-”

“I love you,” he sputtered out. Your heart dropped. He loves me?

You went to answer, but his lips gently landed on yours in a sweet but quick kiss. Your eyes were wide. Steve moved away from you, blushing with a shy smile.

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“I needed you to know, y/n-”

“I love you too,” you whispered, too anxious to look him in the eyes at you confession.

He tilted your chin up, locking his eyes with yours. He looked from your eyes to your lips, sending sparks of happiness through you.

"Agent, we need to get going to stay on the schedule,” The pilot called through the jet.

You cleared your throat and backed away from Steve.

“Come back to me in one piece, Doll. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” You nod since you couldn’t seem to find your voice. Of course he does this before this mission. I have to keep my head in the game.

You took a deep breath and boarded the jet, relishing in the newfound joy.

Before you can fall into the next memory, FRIDAY’s voice appears again. “Miss, it is urgent, I recommend you go immediately.”

“Do I need a gun or is this a non violent kind of urgent FRIDAY,” You ask, annoyance dripping from your voice.

“No weapons are necessary.” You sigh and head towards the elevator. What the hell could Tony possibly be so annoying about?

 As you step off the elevator, you get a text from Johnny:

Sparky : Be there in 15, hope you’re ready for tonight babe ;) 

You roll your eyes, sending him a quick response back. You and Johnny aren’t more than friends, despite the constant flirting. Neither of you ever push for more and you don’t mind.

 You shove your phone in your purse as you step through the doorway to the Tv room. “Tony, what the hell do-” As you step in, your mouth drops open. Sitting on the couch in front of you are Sam, Wanda, Clint, Tony, Steve and Bucky, and all have their eyes on you.  

As much as you want to look to Steve, your eyes go to Wanda first. She is on her feet, making her way to you. You meet her halfway, slinging your arms around her, pulling each other into a back breaking hug. You try to fight the tears that are threatening to spill over, but lose. Wanda is your bestfriend. When you found out about how they treated her in that floating hell of a prison, you tried to get there to free her but were told  Steve beat you to it.

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You pull away from her, cradling her face in your hands.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry… I should have been here. I could of helped. I missed you so much.”

“It’s over now, y/n. We’re somewhat clear to be home. It’s in progress,” she whispers, leaning into you hands.

Your eyes widen at her words. They’re staying? You look over to the others, catching all their eyes.

“So that’s how it is, huh? I thought we were cool,” Sam playfully says. You move away from Wanda and leap at him. Thankfully he catches you in time, you wrap your arms and legs around him.

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“Welcome home Sammy!” you yell as you squeeze him to you. He chuckles, setting you down and placing a kiss on your head. Clint pulls you into a hug and ruffles your hair as a big brother would do. My family is home. You find yourself in front of Steve and Bucky, shyness taking over when you notice Bucky’s eye look over you. Damn, why can’t all 100 year olds look like him?

“Y/n, this is Bucky Barnes,” Steve’s voice sends chills through your body, making the memories you managed to avoid earlier resurface. The memory of Tony showing you the security footage of Steve passionately kissing Sharon Carter in some parking garage replays in your mind. You know Tony only did it to make you angry enough to give up any information on where Steve and Bucky were hiding from you, but you didn’t know anything. All that was received from seeing that video was heartbreak. Whatever you and Steve had is gone. Hell, even your friendship was sinking.

 "It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky,“ you say as you shake his hand.

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"Pleasures all mine, Doll. It’s great to finally meet the girl he hasn’t shut up about.” Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs as he speaks. Your smile drops from your face, the dam breaks unleashing your anger.

“So you met Sharon Carter then?” you ask. All the conversations in the room stopped leaving it dead silent. You look to Steve, panic and regret showing on his features.

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Buckys eyes are wide, but so are everyone elses. You simply turn around, not even  acknowledging Steve.

“Miss Y/n, Mr. Storm has arrived and is making his way up to you.” Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes as you begin to leave to meet Johnny at the elevators. He’s already at the doorway. You can see that he’s about to say something, but you move past him hoping he gets the hint and follows. He doesn’t though and instead grabs your hand to stop you. He sees the tears running down your face and cups your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He turns his head, taking in the faces that are all turned to you. He sees Steve and immediately understands.

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“You ready?” he asks. You nod and he pulls your hand taking you to the elevator.

“Don’t wait up, guys,” he yells over his shoulder. As soon as you both step into the elevator, you hear footsteps coming towards you.

“Y/n, wait! Let me-” You hear Steve’s pleading voice. You glance at him, seeing his broken expression almost matching yours.

“What? Can’t hear you over the doors shutting, Grandpa,” Johnny says. As if on cue, the doors glide shut leaving a defeated looking Steve on the other side.

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So much for home sweet home.

Real Bullets

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:   1211
Requested by Anonymous:  How about being an actress on the show and someone swapping out the fake bullets for real ones and one of the J’s accidentally shooting you like angst then fluff

Warning: injured reader

        You were sitting on Jensen’s lap in his trailer while the two of you waited to be called onto set to film.

          “I really don’t want to do that scene,” Jensen sighed.

          “Why?” you asked, running your fingers through his short hair, “It’s just acting. Not like you’re really shooting me.”

          “Still. I don’t like it. I don’t like that I’ll be pointing a gun at you,” he said, “It doesn’t feel right.”

          “Just get your lines right and it’ll be over before you know it,” you teased him, “No worries.”

          He pulled you closer, “If you say so.”

          You kissed him softly, “I say so. I love you.”

          “I love you too.”

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The One

IMAGINE: If you asked Steve about his dream girl, his ‘the one’, he would have never described her, never even would have thought of her…funny how things work out.

[gif is not mine. based on the poem with the same name by lang leav. requests are open. this one shot is the first part to however many poetry inspired one shots i do.]  

warnings: none

words: 2.3 k+

‘I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you are looking for…’

There was something in the way that she walked, she talked or the way she did anything that set him on fire. He’s never met a more infuriating person. A more different person than he was.

“I just don’t get why you’re being so emotional about this,” she rolled her eyes as she watched Steve sigh once again.

“(Y/N)…” Steve looked at the woman in front of him. The thick fashion magazine held in her hand, “Just because it’s not about fashion or tearing someone down does not mean that you shouldn’t care about this.”

She bit her lip, “It’s just Tony.”

“Exactly, he’s going to break her heart,” he explained. “She’s only a kid (Y/N).”

(Y/N) sat down next to him, “Look Rogers, it’s their life and she wants to be with him then let her. Just support her.”

“He’s just going to use her,” Steve spoke quietly.

In an instant (Y/N)’s demeanor change. Long gone was the somewhat caring girl, it was now replaced by her usual stance around him -cold, hard and unfeeling. “You watch your mouth Rogers, because I swear to god if you throw Tony’s past in his face, I will hurt you.” Her grip tightened on the magazine.

Steve turned around and looked into her eyes. There was anger underlying it, fire in her eyes. “She’s like a sister to me. He’s the type of person that can hurt someone.”

(Y/N) stood up sharply, and through gritted teeth she spoke, “And he’s like a brother to me Rogers.” She leaned forward, him leaning as she got closer, “You watch your mouth around me.” (Y/N) moved back and started walking away. “By the way, he’s the type of person that can only hurt someone if they’ve hurt him first, so maybe don’t judge on him when you don’t know all the facts.”

She walked faster to the door, slamming it as hard as she can.

‘… I want to be the one that you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed in love. Who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to…’

If you told Steve Rogers that one day he’ll wake up with a strange inkling that will soon lead to the discovery that he found (Y/N) attractive and that he actually liked her, he would have probably laughed in your face and politely say that ‘you’re crazy.’

That was the conundrum that he found himself in as he watched her laugh with Bucky and Sam. Of course he still found her annoying and judgemental, and the complete opposite of himself, as well as what he found attractive. But watching her laugh with his two best friends, her head thrown back without any care, her hips jutting out as she told off Sam for doing something stupid. There was just something about her that he couldn’t explain.

“Why do you keep staring at her?” Pietro asked as he stood next to Steve.

Steve turned to Pietro, “I just wanted to know how such a small girl can contain so much evil in her.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pietro started. “She’s only like that whenever she’s around you.”

“She criticizes everything that I do, from the way I walk or my clothes -did you know that she hates me wearing plaid? I apparently have the entire of plaid in my wardrobe.” He paused and looked at her again, “It’s just she’s so different from the women that I’m used to.”

“Why does that have to be a bad thing?”

Steve took a while  to come up with his answer. Opening his mouth to voice out something but every time he did Steve felt that it wasn’t the right thing to say. Finally he came to the conclusion, “It’s not.”

“Don’t you realize that maybe why you hate her is because you like her?” Pietro spoke, tilting his head towards her direction. When Steve didn’t speak, Pietro broke out into a huge grin and chuckled, “Fuck, you’re hell bent crushing on her! That’s why you’re staring at her so much with that stupid-loved up look on your face!” Steve glared at Pietro who wasn’t deterred by the intimidating look on the super soldier.

As Pietro walked away he saw that (Y/N)’s conversations with the boys has finished and started walking over to where he was. He saw her smile at him and he probably thought that she forgot that he was Steve Rogers.

“Rogers,” she greeted. She looked him up and down, “Not wearing plaid I see.”

“What is it with you and the plaid?” He groaned. He honestly couldn’t understand it. Plaid isn’t that bad and he didn’t have that many plaid shirts.

She shrugged, “I have something for you.” She walked past him, knowing that he would follow her even though she didn’t ask him. Her aura commanded him. Steve rolled his eyes. Typical.

When they reached her bedroom, he looked around apprehensively taking in her bedroom. It was nice, it was minimal barely any decorations. He walked to her table where a cork table was placed. He smiled when he saw that it was pictures of her and the Avengers scattered around what he guessed was mementos. “You kept this?” He pointed at the ticket stub in bottom left corner, one that was hidden behind everything.

(Y/N) turned around and saw that he was touching the ticket stub gingerly, “I had a good time.” She remembered the day vividly, it was when everyone was on their mission and she was stuck at the compound because she broke her arm, while Steve was struck with a fever. She was bored and she was stuck babysitting him, so she decided to take him to the MET when he was feeling better. Up until that day she didn’t know that they had anything in common, other than the fact that he was her match when it came to verbal sparring.

He found out that art is one of her biggest passions and that she wanted to become an art historian but certain things happened that led her to follow in her father’s footsteps. Steve remembered thinking that maybe she wasn’t the shallow, vapid girl he thought she was. Like an art piece there was always something meaningful behind everything.

Their days were spent talking about his past and how he felt about the future, watching movies from his time and her being surprised when he quoted Casablanca. He hesitantly revealed to her that it was one of the first movies that he saw when he came out of the ice.

Everything was fine until the others got back and they were back at their old habits again, though this time it felt less personal and more for a show.  

“Aha!” She proclaimed as she opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly wrapped present. It was blue and white, with a red bow on top. “Gotta have that Captain America theme,” she winked at him and passed him the present.

He opened the present slowly, trying carefully not to rip the paper. Once he saw what was wrapped, words got stuck in his throat. “(Y/N)…”

“Don’t start crying on me Rogers,” she warned but there was no malice in her voice.

He pulled the paper away. It was his drawing that he did of everyone, a drawing of a photograph that she and he both proudly displayed in their bedrooms. He thought he lost it when Natasha did her usual random clearing of everything in everyone’s rooms. “This is beautiful.” He stroked the frame, it was gold and one of those smaller frames that held priceless arts in the museums. “Thank you so much.”

She shrugged, thinking nothing of it. “Guess my barging into people’s rooms is a good thing.” She walked over to him, her heart filling with warmth as he gazed and touched the picture frame. “At least your abnormally large hands can create something good.”

As Steve left her room, he found himself in another conundrum. How did he get into this situation? How did he manage to find a person that was the complete opposite of him, the untraditional girl who set his soul on fire. The girl who he disliked with so much passion, the one who constantly bickered with him, manage to make him feel like he’s never felt before?

‘… I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed -I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.’

When Steve was a young child he knew what love meant. It meant being there for the person that you cared for. It was easy. It was safe. There were no fights, if there was there was it would just be little bickers. Steve would come home, greet his wife and children and they would live happily ever after. He dreamt for that life, he yearned for it, even after he came out of the ice.

Then she came into his life and turned everything upside down. She was a constant thorn in his side that manage to somehow, overtime, turn into one of the most beautiful flowers he has ever seen. Maybe she wasn’t a thorn after all, maybe she was just a particularly prickly bud that he judged based on appearance, but after he got a closer look, after it took time, she turned into something else.

“Weren’t we supposed to have this massive epiphany that you liked me? Or you know someone makes this giant I like you speech and this is why I like you?” (Y/N) spoke as she chopped the carrot.

Steve shrugged, “You don’t like grand gestures.”

(Y/N) turned to face him, hand clutching the knife, “Excuse me! I do too like grand gestures, as long as they don’t embarrass me,” she started listing of things and Steve found himself looking at her. Really looking at her. The only time that he paid attention was when she pinched him. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Careful with that knife (Y/N),” he plucked it out of her hands and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t have a great epiphany because the feeling was always there so I just woke up one day and went ‘oh, I like her’,” he finished his speech with a casual shrug.

He went back to chopping the onions, his peripheral vision allowed him to see that she was still in the same position. She picked up the knife and started chopping the carrots. “You’re such a sap.” Steve smiled as she said those words, it was her basically saying that she liked him as well.

“I don’t get why we can’t have steak (Y/N)!” Pietro yelled as he picked his food with his fork. “There are proteins that we need.”

“Because Tony decided that he wants to try vegetarianism,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “So we have to cater for the almighty Iron Man.” She threw a bean at him which he caught and smiled at her.

Steve sat next to her watching as she kept making faces at Tony, and not at all enjoying her food. He made a mental note to take her to Taco Bell after dinner. Maybe it was that moment that made him know that he really, truly, deeply in love with her. With her hair cascading down her face, and she made an aggravated noise when it fell in front of her face. Or maybe it was the way that she got along with other people, or maybe. There were too many maybe’s what he did know was that he wanted to say it out loud for everyone to know.

“Excuse me,” he spoke loudly as he stood up. “I just wanted to let everyone to know that I love (Y/N).” Steve could feel the glare from (Y/N), and the amused stares from the others. “I love her because she secretly loves me in plaid, she said so. The fact that she cries whenever that giraffe ad comes on, I love her-,” he didn’t get to finish as (Y/N) yelled at him. ‘

“STEVE GRANT ROGERS!” (Y/N) stood up, her face red due to embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel giddy and light inside.

“I also love her when she screams out my name just like that,” he winked at everyone and made a mad dash to the door.

“ROGERS!” With an ungraceful stand she began running after him, but not before flipping off everyone in the room, causing them to laugh louder.

She finally caught up to him, took her shoe off and hit him, “Did you just throw your shoe at me?” Steve turned around amused.

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“You said you loved grand gestures,” he teased as he picked up the shoe and started walking towards her.

“I specifically said that I hated grand gestures.”

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her, “But I love you so I should get a pass for that.”

“The only people that get a pass for embarrassing me are the people that I love,” she smirked at him, hoping that he got what she was saying. She watched as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“You love me,” she scowled at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re an idiot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe I somewhat love you.” (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. Steve tightened his arms around her and smiled into the kiss.

“Guys, oh my god! Gross!” Sam yelled as he walked into the room and saw the couple heavily making out. Sam made a face and began gagging. “Get a room!” He made a disgusted noise and yelled at them once more and left the room.

A Place to Call Home pt 8


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 5,007

Warnings: language

A/N: The part you’ve all been waiting for is here!! I have to apologize though, it’s not edited because I just finished it and wanted to get it up for you guys tonight. I have to thank @writing-obrien for helping me brainstorm and @thelittlestkitsune for reassuring me that it wasn’t crap. I will get it edited and update it once I do, but for now, here is part 8 of APTCH, I hope you like it!

UPDATE: This has now been edited thanks to the wonderful Lau ( @thelittlestkitsune) and I decided to change the gif to one more fitting even though it may kinda be a spoiler lol. 

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SNL - Harry Styles Imagine

When you’d heard that Harry Styles was going to be on your show, it was all you could do not to scream out loud. You’d been a One Direction fan for years. Now days, however, you were less vocal about it.

You were young, and fond of comedy and writing, so being a comedy writer for SNL seemed perfect for you. You’d only been here for a little longer than four months, but you’d already become a favorite of the cast for your skits. You were by far one of the youngest writers on set.

When Lorne came to you and asked you to write the new “Celebrity Family Feud” episode you were considerably excited. Not only would you get to write an episode of one of your favorite parody skits, but you got to write a part for Harry Styles. It would be an under statement to say that you were excited.

“Wow, you look very nice today,” your coworker Kate McKinnon said with raised eyebrows.

“Thanks,” you said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Any particular reason?” She asked, nudging you. She was one of your best friends on set so you thought you could trust her with your secret.

“Well, to be honest, I’m a big One Direction fan, I’m excited to see Harry,” You admitted sheepishly.

“Oh really,” Kate said mischievously. “Well he’s here I think.”

“He is!” You said nervously, you hadn’t been able to prepare yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll introduce you,” she was grinning with glee.

“Kate!” You tried to stop her.

“Hey Harry!” Kate called, and seemingly out of no where Harry Edward Styles began to saunter towards her. When Harry reached you, Kate had the grin of the Cheshire Cat.

“This is y/n, she’s a huge fan,” Kate said and simply walked off, leaving you alone with Harry. You felt your stomach lurch with nervousness.

“Hello y/n,” Harry said in his deep sultry voice.

“Hi,” you said, making sure you smiled, and didn’t look like a dying fish or something.

“I really like Sign of the Times,” you blurted. “I mean it’s just amazing, it really speaks to me about the state of the world. It’s so powerful and beautiful, and different from anything anyone else is doing, I just I wanted to let you know….I really like it…” you tapered off, feeling awkward all at once.

“Thanks,” Harry said, and he was genuinely smiling with gratefulness. “I was worried it wouldn’t work without the rest of the boy.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the boys, but this song is just monumental!” You said smiling.

“Wow, that’s really kind of you,” Harry smiled. Soon you were talking like you’d been old friends forever. It was wonderful, you couldn’t imagine a nicer person to talk with. He’s was so real, so genuine, there was nothing fake or showy about him.

Eventually, of course, everyone had to get to rehearsal, and you enjoyed watching Harry in the skit you’d written. As he was practicing, he turned to you, and winked. However, this action was not unnoticed by one cast member.

“Harry, stop flirting with Y/N!” Jimmy called jovially, and Harry blushed. You began to blush as well, but felt your heart swell happily. “You can use your Styles charm on her later,” Jimmy laughed.

In a little bit it was time for Harry to practice his song. You stood there in awe, as Harry’s powerful, ground breaking voice rang out. The words seemed to vibrate your heart.

When he finished, everyone applauded. You were so proud of Harry that you began to tear up a bit. You’d been there for his Xfactor days, and for the first album, through all the tours, and to know he’d gotten so far made you so happy.

As Harry sauntered over to you, you wiped your eyes quickly to hide your emotions. However, as he walked closer, seeing him made you well up all over again. Without thinking you threw your arms around him, hugging him tight.

“That was awesome,” you spoke into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he mumbled back, seeming to be thankful for the hug. He was shaking a bit, he must’ve been nervous. You let him go, and stepped back, embarrassed at your outburst. However, when you looked up his eyes were sparkling, and he was looking at you gently.

“So you wanna get some coffee after this?” He asked abruptly.

You had to hold yourself back from saying, “who me?!” You were amazed to see your dreams coming true before your eyes.

“Yes definitely!” You exclaimed. “Here’s my number, just in case I’m doing something when you finish rehearsal,” you said excitedly, scrawling your number on a piece of paper.

“Awesome, thank you,” Harry said grinning at the paper you handed him.

“Y/n!” one of the other writers was calling you.

“I guess I have to go,” you said drearily.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later,” Harry winked and you smiled brightly at him before running off.

The end of all things (Pt.2)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Taehyung X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: You have somehow convinced Taehyung to stay with you for an entire week after he wanted to break up with you. It starts to become more than you bargained for and you start to regret your decision. He confesses something huge to you but it only causes more problems for everyone.

Pt.1 // Pt.3

Originally posted by btsleepy

The two of you come back from the movies together and it was quiet. He barely spoke to you during the whole ordeal and now he was walking you back to your house. 

“You know you don’t have to come back all this way..” You said, looking over at him.

Taehyung maintained his focus ahead of him and he nodded. 

“I know. I’m going home with you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Like spending the night? Why would you-”

“Because that’s what I would have done before. You told me to treat you the same.”


You couldn’t help but still feel empty about everything. This is what you asked him to do for you but it felt awful. He was more quiet, more closed in, more-..not him. You missed the old Taehyung who joked around and smiled all the time. When the two of you reached your door he unlocked it for you, letting you inside first. You felt sudden tears streaming down your face from overthinking this situation again. He heard you sniffle and his attention immediately turned towards you.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. Taehyung let out a sigh, coming over to you. He grabbed your wrist lightly to take you over to your bed. He laid down next to you as he put his arm around you to hold you. 

“Please just tell me. I know you’re always holding things in…it’s easier if you just say it..”

No more holding it back, no more thinking about what you could have said, and no more hiding. You had to just come out with it despite not wanting to hear what he had to say about it. You wanted to keep the memory untainted but it was starting to burn a hole in your brain.

“Why did you tell me you loved me that one time? I-if it wasn’t true…Why did you say it when you thought I wouldn’t hear it?”

His eyes widened. “When?”

“….after the first time I slept with you. You act like it was all about sex but we were together for months before that even became a thing. It doesn’t make sense…”

“Because I do love you.”

Your whole body tensed up and you started to tear up again. He used his thumb to gently wipe the tears on your cheek away. He gave the light smile you had been waiting to see. You couldn’t help but have your surprise plastered on your face.

“You’re thinking too much….Just try to rest, okay?”

You didn’t have any words, no argument, just nothing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore but this was starting to become mentally exhausting. You decided it was best not to argue right now and you rested your head back on his chest. As the TV played in the background it wasn’t too long after that you both fell asleep still wearing your day clothes. 

Day 2:

By the morning you were scrambling to find your phone, opening your eyes only slightly. Taehyung was already long gone but there was a note on the notepad sitting on your nightstand.

“Early schedule. I’ll call you later. - Tae” It read.

Suddenly thoughts of last night were starting to reply themselves in your head. You grabbed your pillow off your bed and threw it at the wall.

“What the hell does that mean?! What am I supposed to think??”

You groaned. “Why is this happening to me….”

As illogical as it sounded part of you was thrilled as the other half was just plain confused. You got out to bed to get ready for the day. Midway through putting on your makeup you stopped. Maybe you should go down and visit him like you used to? You would miss your chance to go down there one more time if you didn’t. Maybe him seeing you support him and the boys would convince him that all of this was a mistake? You nodded at yourself in the mirror deciding to go down to the rehearsal place yourself. What could go wrong with just being supportive? Oh boy, were you wrong.


“Are they backstage?” You asked a member of the staff.

She smiled. “Yeah, Right back there.”

You thanked the nice woman and followed the arrows on the ground. They had to be around here somewhere. You kept wondering until you saw Hoseok getting his mic-pack put on. He didn’t seem to notice you so you didn’t stop to say hi to him. Finally you saw Taehyung near the back with his back facing you. 


A girls arms wrapped around his neck and you stopped. She smiled up at Taehyung before kissing him in front of you. He genuinely smiled and laughed towards her. It’s not like you hadn’t seen pictures of her kissing him on the cheek but this was different. This was way worse. You felt almost as if you were going to be sick. Someone from behind grabbed your arm and you jumped. Jungkook looked like he was pitying you.

“Watching is just going to make it worse Y/N.”

Something in you snapped. 

“You’re right.”

“I am? I thought you’d argue or yell..”

“No. You’re right.”

Jungkook gave you a nod. “Well…uh good.”

“I should do something about it.”

Before he could argue you pulled him alongside with you. He kept asking where you were taking him but you didn’t answer. Finally you found a dressing room that was empty and pulled him inside. He looked at you in shock.


You brought your hands up to his face to hold it softly. His face started to blush.

“It’s okay. I already knew you had a crush on me while I was dating Taehyung…I never told him. Just let me do this, okay?”

He didn’t say anything but when you leaned up to kiss him he eagerly pulled you into the kiss. His hands grabbing at your sides as his lips pressed up against yours and his tongue parting your lips for an entrance. You whimpered against his mouth, not having someone who felt like they cared this much in a while. He picked you up by your legs and set you down on the counter. Everything seemed to be happening so fast you don’t even remember removing your own clothes in front of him. The whole thing reeked of your own desperation and anger because afterwards you both stumbled to put your clothes back on. He couldn’t even look at you.

“Taehyung’s going to kill me…” He mumbled. 

“He won’t if he doesn’t find out.”

Jungkook looked up at you with a sorry expression. He already looked guilty and you knew it was only a matter of time before it came spilling out of the younger ones mouth. It was best for you just to say goodbye to him and leave before he did go off and tell him. You went home just to lay down all alone again. There wasn’t a single feeling of regret in your chest to which you found strange. Technically you were still together but why can’t you mess with someone else if he was going to? He had no right to get mad. The more you thought about it though the more you felt bad for sort of using Jungkook. His weakness towards you really was a weakness on his behalf. If you were going to cheat on him it shouldn’t have been someone Taehyung considers family. It was low even for you. 

Day 4:

Taehyung didn’t end up calling that night nor did he the next day and you assumed it was because his real girlfriend kept him company. You didn’t hear back from any of them for that matter and you wondered if he already found out. You were just doing chores around the house when the doorbell rang. As you walked over the door opened by itself. Taehyung used the key you had given him a while back to open it. To say he looked less an pissed would be an understatement. 

“What did you do??” He asked.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

He clenched his fists. “Don’t play dumb with me right now! You’re the one who asked me to stay with you for another week and you had sex with Jungkook? Are you fucking crazy?”

You jumped hearing him yell so much. 

“I-…..I wasn’t going to! I came to visit you, you asshole! I didn’t realize your real girlfriend would be there and you’d be all over her! Do you know how much that fucking hurts? And for fucks sake will you quit telling me you love me if you don’t mean it!”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I was telling you what you wanted to hear! You told me to pretend like I loved you this week! What the hell do you want me to say?”

You stopped. “You said that because I asked you to? Y-you didn’t mean it?”

“No! I already told you I don’t love you!”

As much as you didn’t want to you started crying again. Taehyung groaned. 

“I don’t know what you want from me….” He mumbled.

You looked up at him and shot him a look.

“What do I want from you? I just wanted to spend more time with you! I wanted to pretend that everything was going to be fine and that I could fix it! Why the fuck is it so wrong for me to just want to be with you?! Why do you even care that I fucked him? Huh? We aren’t together and you don’t love me! you know what? Fuck you! Just leave!”

He threw the key you had given him on the table.

“Fine. This is over anyway.” Taehyung stormed out of the place and slammed the door behind him. 

This isn’t how it was supposed to turn out but the lines between who’s fault it was, was starting to become blurred. You would just have to live without being with him. You would just have to live with the fact he was out of your life. As you cried on the living room floor, you still found it hard to just come to terms with it. Why couldn’t you just let it go? 


so i came up with stydia headcanons/ thoughts between 5b and 6a. 

  • after what happened in S4 and S5 their friendship dynamic changed. back in s3 they used to be comfortable with touching each other and it was like a second nature to them. but when stiles dated m@lia. stiles and lydia drifted away from each other and it was clear in S4, they were together just to do something for the pack.

  • after S5,more like after 5x16, their friendship changed. from my pov i felt like lydia put her feelings on the table and she was waiting for stiles to do something. she gave him signs that she loves him but stiles doesn’t read those signs anymore, he doesn’t trust his eyes. back then he tried to see if she liked him, for example when he asked scott to asks her if she liked him ( something to do with sexual desire lol.) . but now things are different, his relationship with lydia is different, she is one of his best friends, he doesn’t want to ruin what he already thinks he ruined .and lydia is mad because stiles isn’t doing something and maybe she thought that he is rejecting her or something,and for me i felt like that’s why she looked mad at him in 5x19, because he isn’t doing something.

  • i think between 5b and 6a they start to spend more time together, at first it would at some point get awkward. so stiles starts to bring scott with him whenever he wanted to see lydia, but then scott starts to notice what stiles is doing so he starts to make excuses that he can’t come, so stiles ends up with lydia alone. and with time they both get so comfortable together. they would always study together. watch movies together. stiles drives lydia to school. at some point stiles literally starts to drive to her house in the middle of the night and wakes her up. so they can figure shit out ( low-key wants to spend more time with her.)  just imagine them alone in his jeep in the middle of the night. i am going to cry.

  • and i 100% headcanon that stiles and malia talked about their break up, and malia knows that he still loves lydia,she tells him that’s okay and that she totally moved on ( even if she didn’t move on, she would lie to make him happy and not feel guilty ). and that’s why stiles doesn’t feel guilty when ever he touches lydia in front of the pack ( he isn’t like “look at me touching lydia” no he is like “i can’t help myself”) it’s simple touches,  his hand on her back while they’re walking. his hand brushing hers at pack meetings. 

  • in lydia case i feel like it’s different, sometime she would reaches to hold his hand ( like she always did in s3 ) but she notices that malia is in the room so she backs away.  just imagine if the pack were gathered around scott kitchen table discussing stuff that stiles thinks are happening to the town and he is close to yelling because no one is worrying about what is happening, imagine lydia trying to comfort him, she has the urgency to hold his hand, the one on the table,so she reaches for it but as soon as she remembers that malia is in front of her, she backs away and acts like she wanted to hold the water bottle that is close to stiles hand orrrr what if she laid her hand close to his and their fucking pinkies touch, they don’t move their hands. and malia notices them.so she starts to drop hints that she is over stiles to lydia. when lydia is helping her with school, malia start to tell her about hot boys (or girls ) and lydia tells her that she isn’t looking for a relationship. and malia rolls her eyes and tells her “i meant for me” and lydia would be like “you want to date?” and malia replies “no, i want to have fun”. “you’re over stiles?” lydia asks under her breath. “of course it has been months”. ( i just headcanon that they talked about it and malia was totally fine with it. ) 
  • stiles notices the little things that lydia does for him, like one day he comes to school looking pale and tired , she spend the day by his side.when both of them sitting at the lunch table waiting for scott to show up, lydia sees stiles resting his head on his arms almost a sleep , she startles him asking why he isn’t eating and he replies that he isn’t hungry and that he is too lazy to get his food from his locker.she cuts her sandwich in a half  and put her apple in her tray and slide it to him. she forces him to eat. and she keeps telling him to stay hydrated, she give him her big ass water bottle and tells him that he have to finish it. he thinks that maybe she does love him but then he remember that scott always done this to him whenever he is sick. so he believes that no lydia martin doesn’t love him she is one of his best friends and she cares for him a lot but she doesn’t love him. 
  • i headcanon that they had almost kisses. imagine them studying on stiles bed.both of them laying on their stomach. lydia is explaining something to stiles while she is focused looking at the text book. he just gaze at her face profile and stare at her in awe ( he just love her smart mouth ) and after 1 minutes she speaks “do you understand it now?” but he doesn’t reply.she looks at him and she sees that they’re so close and they can easily close the distance between their lips. ( i am imagining the scene in my head and i am dying because there would be so much sexual tension) just imagine lydia gaze shifting from stiles eyes to his lips then back again to his eyes. and then they both fucking lean at the same time but stiles dad interrupts them. IMAGINE IF AFTER LYDIA LEAVES STILES DAD FUCKING ASKS HIM IF THERE IS ANYTHING THERE. IMAGINE STILES NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT THIS TIME THERE IS NO SOMEONE ELSE, NO JACKSON, AND NO AIDEN .HE MIGHT BE THE PERSON THAT LYDIA MARTIN LOVES, BUT HE IS SCARED SO HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING. HE JUST SHRUGS. 

Imagine Reuniting With Jerome When He Comes Back When His Face Is First Stapled

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

The year without Jerome hard been hard. It was full of new villains and chaos of course, but it was his psychotic performance in everyday life that kept me going. So, I stopped my commitment to crime when he drew his last breath a year ago. It didn’t feel right to kill, maim, or torture without him my side. I took up singing and dancing as a complete distraction. It worked to an extent. Still the police had questioned me over the last few months, thinking I might be a part of the fanatics who seemed to worship Jerome. I stayed away from them and their plans. I wanted no part of that. 

“Kids forever! Kids forever! Baby soft skin turns into leather!”

He had returned somehow. Those fanatics of his must’ve found a way. Seeing his face on the tv screen was a shock. Even more of a shock when he blew up the plant in Gotham that gave the city electricity. But what took the cake was when he showed up in my apartment not even an hour afterwards with a look of anger on his face.

Originally posted by lovelylittledarkthings

“Where have you been Y/N?”

I said nothing as shock froze my vocal cords. Jerome’s look turned to a murderous glare as he looked around my apartment. He had a gun at hand and made his way to my record player. Turning it on and placing it on a random spot. It played on a song I had recently recorded and I winced at how sensitive the topic could be for Jerome.

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me
How did you afford her surgery?
Do you swear you’ll stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Even if her face don’t stay together

Jerome’s face dissolved of any expression and he listened intently. His eyebrows scrunched together and he looked to in what I assume is confusion,

“This is your voice, Dollface.”

I nodded and let the song play, standing absolutely still. Jerome kept his  eyes to my face,

“You aren’t with the group of people that brought me back, why?”

Taking a small breath, I stood straight,

“They…they aren’t you Jerome. They love what you do and even want to be you and follow you. But they aren’t what you do. They don’t do what we did. No one can. I couldn’t stand them honestly. I even almost executed a plan to kill them all at once.”

Jerome nodded in acceptance of my explanation,

“And what have you been doing the entire year I’ve been, Sweet Cheeks?”

“You’re listening to it, J. It’s not the only song I’ve done. Some were inspired by the recent villains and events, but most were from my own mind.”

Placing the gun on my coffee table, Jerome rushed at me putting his hands on either side of my face and staring into my eyes.

“Did you miss me Y/N?”

“Every moment. Couldn’t get out of my bed for the first two months, I tried to get back to our order of things, but nothing would do without you. So, I stopped. I put all my energy to something completely different from killing and I make money off of my voice.”

He brought his face close to mine before jerking away then regaining control,

“What about me face? This song of yours, it is good. I am your Mrs. Potato Head so to say. So, are you still mine? Are you still my Dollface?”

I smiled at Jerome then with an intent I hadn’t felt in a year,


“Even with my face like this?”

“Of course. In fact, you look just as attractive. You are still the same, but different on the inside. It doesn’t matter to me how you look on the outside Jerome.”

One of his hands grabbed my hair tight in a fist and pushed me to his lips. Every feeling was the same. Every sensation and thought never changed. His face not being the same made no difference. My arms wrapped behind his neck, pulling him closer to me and removing any space between us. He had his answer. I’d always be his.

Do you swear you’ll stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together

Originally posted by blackrainbowsandboybands

Star - Archie Andrews

can i request an archie imagine (female pronouns please) where you’re a writer (blue and gold journalist but also write your own stuff) and are supposed to write an article about the football team so you go to the practice but end up with ramblings about archie and you accidentally leave a poem and archie finds it and talks to you and admits he’s into you as well :)) thanks so much in advance

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

First off, I’m sorry it’s so short. Secondly, I hope you like my cringe-worthy poetic writing!

“You can interview my players after their practice, just wait in the bleachers for now.” You nodded, “thanks Coach Clayton.” You turned around and walked towards the bleachers. You itched to just go home to write something for yourself, but since Betty had convinced you to write for the Blue and Gold, you had obligations. You sat on the cool metal seats, adjusting your bag and clicking you pen. The players made their way on to the track, starting to run their warm-up laps. Your eyes scanned the group until your gaze landed on a familiar head of red hair.

You scribbled on your note pad : Archie Andrews Rising Star. You’d heard the talk in the hallways about this ginger boy. He had everything going for him, not just in his football career. You couldn’t help but admit he was a stand-up guy, just with the number of times you’d talked to him. He was very sweet, so sweet in fact, that you had taken a little liking towards him. So you felt butterflies in your tummy at the thought of speaking to him again. You watched him run the track and the second time around he noticed you sitting in the bleachers. He waved at you and your returned the kind gesture, happy he couldn’t see your blush.

You busied yourself with writing small phrases that turned into a small poem. As you finished the last stanza of the poem, you heard the coach's’ whistle sound. You ripped out the poem, shoving it in your back pocket. You walked down the steps and toward the football players, Archie more specifically. “Hey, Archie, would you be willing to be interviewed for the Blue and Gold?” He smiled at you, “Of course,Y/N, anything for you.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at his reply. You proceeded to ask him the questions that you and Betty made together. He gave solid answers, supporting the team’s reputation while also being himself.

“Thanks Archie, I think that’s all I need from you,” you said, smiling and you noticed he was too. “By the way, the article will be adequately titled, Archie Andrews : Rising Star.” He let out a laugh, probably just to pity you. “How have you been, Y/N,” he asked, “since summer?” You paused, studying his handsome face. “I’ve been better, what about you?” He shrugged, “it’s just a little weird now,” he gestured to his jersey; His jersey with Jason’s number on it. You nodded, “I can’t imagine what it’s like being compared to Jason.” He frowned and you saved yourself, “you’re so different, but in the greatest way possible.” He nodded and looked back up at you. “So what did you do over summer?” You scoffed, “absolutely nothing.” He smiled a little, “not even a boyfriend to keep you busy?”

You swallowed hard, “uh no,” you replied and Archie seemed to realize that he overstepped your comfort. “Sorry,” he said, “it’s just hard to believe that a pretty girl like yourself is single.” You felt nerves crawl over your whole body. You needed to leave before you said something stupid. You looked down at your watch and sighed. “Well I gotta go, see ya Archie,” you spun on your heels and fast walked away. “Y/N, wait,” you heard his voice but your just kept going.

Archie watched as you walked away. He had messed up, that much was clear. He bent down to pick up the piece of paper that had slipped out of your pocket. He didn’t call out to you again, seeing as you were farther away now. He unfolded the paper and read what you had written.

A.A. - Rising Star

Amidst the darkness of pain and regret,

There stands a star in the field,

Alone among the wreckage

Who burns like the end of a cigarette.

Tousled flames burns too bright,

As the rising star ascends

Into the unforgiving skies,

Blinding those who fear the light.

Of this time of heartache and pain,

It’s lovely to see such a handsomely

Strong star that burns so high

It can still breath light amidst the rain.

Archie flashed back to your conversation and made the connection. You wrote this poem about him. Was he really this great, as your poem made him out to be? He folded the paper back up, shoving it into his pocket. He walked over to where his dad normally picks him up with a smile; maybe there was a chance you liked him too.

You closed the door to the News Room around 4pm. You had stayed after school with most of the editing team, which was just you, Betty, and Jughead, to put the final touches on the school paper. Now, you could finally go home and focus on your own writings. You walked over to your locker, opening it to grab your jacket.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned and saw Archie, walking towards you with a piece of paper in his hands. You instantly recognized the mismatched folding as the poem you wrote while watching Archie at football practice. He held it out to you, his brown eyes bright with excitement. “Is this about me,” he asked, and you just nodded. “You’re a star in everyone’s eyes,” you said, trying to brush over the obvious. He just stared at you with a raised eyebrow. “The last stanza,” he murmured, and you felt the warm his skin radiated due to his closeness. You nodded, “I added some flourishes.”

“Is that all that is?” You bit your lip, looking away from him momentarily. “No, that’s not all they are.” He smiled, and leaned towards you, “in that case, you’re a very pretty star.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked into his eyes. He leaned down towards you, cupping your face with his hand. His lips brushed yours in question, which you answered with a full kiss. Galaxies exploded behind your eyes as it hit you that your were kissing Archie Andrews; your crush since Freshmen year. He pulled away from you slowly, a boyish grin played on his red lips. “I’ll see you at the big game, right Starshine,” he asked teasingly. You nodded with a smile, “of course, I’ll see you there Andrews.” With that, Archie turned around and left, smiling as he did. You shut your locker and turned the other way, but stopped when you say Betty and Jughead staring at you. “Really? Starshine?” Jughead asked, trying to mimic the way Archie said your nickname. You just smiled at the thought of your star.  

Harry zipped up his bag and carried it to the door. Paul had thought of everything, except for Harry’s hair products. He had washed his hair this morning, but looked like a mess because the hotel’s shampoo had turned his hair into one dry mass.  

Texting Barbara, he paced the room, waiting to be picked up. She texted back immediately, reassuring him that they’d get his hair in order before the first interview for the day.

He stopped the pacing when he thought of Louis. His skin prickled with the memories of last night, with the feeling of Louis’ fingers had left all over Harry. He touched a bruise on his hip, losing focus.

Last night had certainly been hot. A one time thing, but hot nevertheless. Something to remember. Louis had been demanding, and at the same time he’d seemed so giving, a little insecure even. Harry reckoned he’d been the same. After all, they didn’t know each other well, and didn’t know the other’s boundaries and preferences.

Yet, Harry had felt like they had slotted together quite well. It had been easy to read Louis, to understand his body language. In the same way, Harry hadn’t needed to use words to make Louis understand what it had been he’d wanted. Louis had simply known, had read every single one of Harry’s needs before he had the chance to voice them.

Harry had left Louis’ room after the third time getting each other off. They hadn’t really talked in between. Whenever Louis had said a word, Harry had shut him up with a kiss, and every kiss had led to them riling each other up again. Louis had complained the whole time, but every complaint had been accentuated with him biting Harry’s skin, a low moan, or a loud whine. Even if he had been complaining about hating Harry, hating himself for getting into bed with Harry, he had been into it, and had complained even louder each time Harry had withdrawn.

There was no doubt that Louis had wanted it the same way Harry had.

Hopefully now, they’d be able to move on from it. The tension between them was solved, they had given into the attraction. With that, they should’ve got it out of their systems. Looking at Louis now, Harry wouldn’t think about kissing him, or what it would be like to touch him, to make him moan. He was over it now. That’d make working with Louis so much easier from here on.

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sense | tommy shelby

anon requested tommy + childhood sweetheart, also alfie obliviously flirting what a cute lovely man someone pls help him

this is emotional and then ridiculous, enjoy

You lay in the bed beside him, the only light coming from what little peeked between the curtains from the streetlamps outside.

“You should try to sleep”

“Not yet”

He turned to his back, bringing his forearm up to his forehead.

“Doesn’t feel right”

“Being home?”

“Being in a bed”

You breathed out a laugh, shifting your legs under the blankets.

“Oh yeah, everything’s soft, and lovely, and clean. Nothing smells like mud or man. It’s a nightmare”

He pulled the edge of his lips up, not quite making a smile. His eyes didn’t change. His eyes hadn’t changed since he came home. There was a few seconds – 3, maybe 4. The first seconds when he’d seen you on the platform. His eyes were like you remembered, just for those few seconds. They were different now.

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