i love how they eventually become best friends

Women In Young Adult Literature

This Wednesday we’re celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women on International Women’s Day. I’d like to use that as an opportunity to talk about a few of my favorite female characters in Young Adult books. Careful if you haven’t read these books because of possible spoilers.

Cather Avery (Fangirl)

Cather Avery and her twin sister Wren are starting college and Wren has announced she wants to discover college on her own, leaving an introvert Cath hiding out in her dorm, writing fan fiction. I really liked that Fangirl was about Cath as a character at first and everything else second. Cath is shy and introvert but she’s also sure of who she is and isn’t ashamed of that.

Madeline Whittier (Everything Everything)

Madeline has a rare illness which prevents her from leaving her house, but Maddy is a happy teenage girl. She reads a lot, takes classes online, has a friend in the form of her nurse. Despite the fact that she was missing out on so much in her life, she keeps being optimistic. It is impossible not to like her. Of course, she was also moody and curious. This curiosity eventually leads her to uncover a secret that will change everything for her.

Glory O’Brien (Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future)

One evening Glory and her best friend mix up beer with the remains of a bat (that is as weird as it sounds). Next thing they know they can see people’s pasts and futures. Glory becomes obsessed with the second civil war and decided to write down every piece of information she gathers from seeing people’s futures. I loved how Glory handled seeing the future. She questioned everything in her past and present; her future, the strange hippie community across the street and especially her mother’s suicide and what I means for her.

Rose Hathaway (Vampire Academy-series)

Rose Hathaway is a Dhampir and thus fated to guard a Moroi. She’s determined to protect her best friend Lissa, a royal Moroi. Rose is sarcastic and insubordinate but she is fiercely loyal to Lissa. Over the course of the series Rose loves and loses Dimitri. The loss of him puts her friendship with Lissa and even her life at stake.

Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer trilogy and upcoming Shaw Confessions)

She has to power to kill people with a thought, but is she a villain? Throughout this trilogy, Mara tries to figure out what is happening with her. She means no harm, but around her people start dying under strange circumstances. She tries to understand her powers and is put in dangerous situations because of it. To get herself out of these situations she must use her power and questions who she is when she does.

Gwendolyn Shepard (Ruby Red)

Kerstin Gier gives us curious and funny heroines. These characteristics often put them in complicated situations. Take Gwendolyn, (Gwyneth in the US/UK editions) for example. She can travel through time but it isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. She always taught her cousin would inherit the time travel gene, she isn’t ready to fulfill tasks that would take her across time. Yet, Gwendolyn uncovers the truth and stands her ground while taking on an ancient organization.

Shahrzad Al-Khayzuran (The Wrath and the Dawn)

She marries the Caliph, not to love him and be his bride, but to kill him. Khalid has had countless wives and has killed every one of them, including her best friend. But when Shahrzad finds out her husband is cursed she takes it upon herself to save him and their people. Shahrzad can come across as spoiled, but she also doesn’t take shit from anyone and doesn’t like to be told what to do.

Inej Ghafa & Nina Zenik (Six Of Crows)

Inej can climb the most impossible buildings. She grew up with loving parents but was separated from them and sold to a brothel. Her time there still causes her anxiety. Nina was a member of the second army in the Ravkan war. She’s a heartrender. Nina loves her power, she loves food and she loves Matthias, who is supposed to be her enemy, and she knows he loves her too. Nina is determined to show him Grisha aren’t evil like he has been told, to not only accept her but her kind as well. Inej and Nina are just as much a part of The Dregs as the boys and just as important for their mission.

Kestrel Trajan (The Winner’s trilogy)

As the general’s daughter Kestrel knows politics very well. She has always had a privileged life. When Valorians and Herrani’s go to war, Kestrel is put in a difficult position. Her people are in the wrong, but they are her people. Arin isn’t one of them. He’s her slave, the boy she’s in love with. She has to help his people. Kestrel is often put before terrible options but they are her only options and what do you choose when the outcome is bound to be horrible either way?

Verity (Code name Verity)

“Kiss me, Hardy. Kiss me, quick!” Well, if this book didn’t destroy me. Verity is captured by Nazi’s and tortured until she agrees to write down everything she knows - everything. The first half of the book is her confession, the second half is told from her best friend’s POV. Maddie and Verity are major friendship goals. Their story was so inspiring and completely heartbreaking at the same time.

Bianca (The DUFF)

The Designated Ugly Fat Friend is what Robbie calls Bianca, explaining that it isn’t a bad thing, but it’s a fact. Bianca tries to not let this bother her, but it does. She is the DUFF. Despite the fact that he hates Robbie the two of them start a friends-with-benefits relation, except for the “friends” part because they hate each other. The book discusses many others topics, such as friendship, neglect, alcoholism and divorce. Bianca uses the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ a lot throughout the book. In the end, she comes to a nice conclusion about these labels and ultimately it’s a good message. I would also recommend Kody’s other YA novels.

Linh Cinder (Cinder)

So far I’ve only read the first book in the Lunar Chronicles series, but it was enough to see that Cinder is bad-ass. She’s funny and sassy and the best mechanic in New Beijing. Instead of going to the Prince’ ball she’d rather use that opportunity to elope from her evil guardian. Things don’t go as planned when it’s discovered that Cinder is a Lunar, that she has powers, and that if the Lunar queen finds out, she will take Cinder to Luna and most likely kill her.

Do you ever wonder how two people can become so unfamiliar with each other after sliding their secrets into the same crevices and dreams into the same clouds? How is it that you can ink yourself across the same pages as someone else for sixty-three chapters, only to eventually find that you’ve both gone blank? Did the writer of the story just forget how to finish it?
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Sparks Chapter 12

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Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky teaches y/n how to ride a bike. Sam, Cho, Steve, Wanda, y/n, and Bucky play drinking games. A hungover y/n wakes up in Bucky’s arms. Cute friend stuff idk.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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I know there’s already tons of Victuuri role reversal fics out there, but I couldn’t help it, so have another:

  • Viktor Nikiforov has looked up to Yuuri Katsuki for as long as he can remember. Yuuri Katsuki with his soft smiles and quiet demeanor, his beautiful step sequences and soulful performances. Victor’s biggest dream is to skate on the same ice as his idol one day.
  • But Victor is excitable and impatient and much too full of himself. Victor flubs his jumps because he’s thinking too far ahead of his program, Victor doesn’t listen to his coach enough, Victor messes up in his first GPF ever and loses out on his chance to stand next to his idol on the podium.
  • The loss hits him hard, and Victor feels his resolve start to waver, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time for him to retire.
  • But later, as Yakov rants at him and his bullheadedness while they’re at the GPF banquet, Victor just ignores his coach in favor watching with horrified fascination as Yuuri circulates the room, talking to sponsors and other skaters, getting steadily more and more drunk as he drinks flute after flute of champagne. And before he knows it, Yuuri has pulled Victor’s younger rinkmate, Yuri Plisetsky, into a dance off. None of the other guests seem at all surprised at the outcome, and Phichit Chulanont, the silver medalist (and Yuuri’s rinkmate), has already whipped out his phone and is recording.
  • Seeing Victor’s stunned expression, Phichit laughs and asks, “This is your first GPF banquet, isn’t it? Don’t look so worried! Yuuri gets like this every year. And every year, when he sees the photos and videos, he vows to be more careful next time. It never happens.”
  • Victor is still stunned, and possibly a little smitten. It especially doesn’t help when his best friend, 20-year-old Christophe Giaccometti, somehow manages to gets his hands on a stripper pole, and starts an impromptu pole dancing performance with Japan’s Living National Treasure.
  • Later that night, after Victor himself was also somehow pulled into the dancing, the 23-year-old almost dies of sheer happiness when a supremely drunk Yuuri stumbles his way over to him and drapes himself over Victor’s shoulders, marvelling about how soft and pretty his hair is, and what a shame it is that Victor had cut it.
  • (Victor, who hasn’t had long hair since his junior days almost five years ago, almost has a heart attack at finding out that Yuuri knows that little tidbit about him.)
  • When Phichit walks over, laughing, to try and drag his wayward best friend back up to their shared hotel room, Yuuri becomes stubborn, wrapping his arms tighter around Victor’s shoulders and whining to Phichit about how, “But look how adorable he is! I wanna take him home and keep him foreeeeever! Ne, Victor, what do you think? Do you want to come home with me? My parents own an onsen back home in Japan, and I’m sure you’d love it! I can-I can be your coach too! Don’t you think that would be amazing?”
  • Eventually, Phichit is able to get Yuuri to let go of Victor, and he slowly and painstakingly gets most of his friend’s clothes back on him before they both escape back to their hotel room.
  • Victor doesn’t get to talk to Yuuri again for the rest of the season. Where Yuuri continues on to win Gold at both Worlds and Four Continents, Victor goes into a downward spiral, doing miserably at the Russian nationals and not even qualifying for Worlds. He’s completely lovesick and still mooning over Yuuri, wondering if Yuuri’s offer to coach him had been made in all seriousness. After all, Yuuri’s home rink is in Detroit, so why would he have asked Victor to go to his hometown in Japan?
  • But then, at the end of the figure skating season, the internet breaks when Katsuki Yuuri announces that he is taking a break from figure skating to return to his hometown in Japan. Victor takes this as a sign that Yuuri’s offer to be his coach is still up and completely serious. So he packs up all his belongings and flies to Japan with his dog, Yurachin, and somehow convinces Yuuri into becoming his figure skating coach.

anonymous asked:

My favorite thing is: everyone lives au it's just so wholesome

ME TOO. Can you imagine how amazing it would be?
Everyone lives AUs where baby Draco and baby Harry become best friends and eventually fall in love as adults are what I live for. Plus all the teasing and domestic moments with Lily, James, Sirius and Remus make me happy.


something small & different and slightly a/u story-line wise

partially inspired by betty cooper

mentions of self harm, emotional abuse

written from betty’s pov



The thing my parents always wanted me to be, always want me to be but I’m not but that’s what everyone sees me as.

The perfect girl next door.

Well all except one Forsythe Pendleton Jones III aka Jughead or Juggie to a select few (me included). He’s been there for me my whole life, I just never really appreciated it until recently. 

Until Archie had turned me down. 

Until Jason’s body had been discovered

Until he opened up to me

Until he let me open up to him

Until he told me I wasn’t alone. 

We all have that one friend that we can be ourselves around. That love us no matter what. That stand by us no matter what we say or do.

Jughead is that person for me.

I was 14 when I did it for the first time. Mom was shouting at me for getting a C- on a Biology test and dad was out of town. I was writing out test notes when my pen ran out of ink so I had started drawing on my upper thigh. I pressed deeper and deeper until blood appeared but it felt good. Like some sort of pressure had been taken off me. 

I stopped a couple of weeks later when cheerleader try-outs came about. Wearing a short skirt meant people would see and that couldn’t happen, concealer became by best friend in those months after.

Mom didn’t like me becoming a River Vixen; the uniforms were too short, the routines were too sexy, there was attention from boys that I shouldn’t be having at my age. 

My daily strawberry milkshake and fries order from Pop’s Diner had now changed to a diet soda and side salad that I had with the other Vixens.

“Had to watch my weight” was what Cheryl told me that morning.

What I didn’t know was Jughead was there, that he had witnessed what Cheryl had told me and that he had managed to sneak into my room whilst my parents were out to leave a take-out cup and paper bag from said  diner on my desk.

When Polly was “sent away” Jughead text me to see if I was okay. No one else because they all thought I was but what they didn’t know was that I was far from it.

It started when I was checking the length of my nails, my hands curled up into a light fist and I pressed my nails into my palms. Kept them there for longer than I thought possible.

Letting go, I ran my fingers over the crescent shaped marks left. The next day when I found out my supposed best friend had made out with the guy I thought I loved, the marks got deeper until I felt the stickiness of blood.

When Jason’s body was found, Polly was the natural suspect. She had gone missing the week before he was found and no one knew where she had gone to, not even her own sister. 

Restarting the Blue and Gold was the escape the blond needed and with Jughead there, she felt a sense of calm she hadn’t felt before. I had just pinned up a new paper to our murder board when he noticed a trace of blood. Ever the crime solver, he picked the paper back up and saw that the placing of the blood didn’t match one of a paper cut but from the centre of a hand. He put the paper back down on the desk I was leaning on and picked my hands up from my side and unfolded them looking at the palms. 

I thought he would shout at me, tell me off, say something but instead he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into him and cried. Pulling away, Jughead removed his denim jacket and showed me his arm. Scars.

I looked up and him as he said “you’re never alone Bets”. He took my hands in his and kissed the scars, all eight crescent marks, he kissed my forehead then I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to press my lips to his. 

After that we become each other’s rock. People had wondered how we ended up together, what caused the blond, preppy cheerleader to date the boy from the wrong side of the tracks but no one ever found out. 

Instead of hurting ourselves, we turned to each other. 

Our friends and families became accepting

We bring out the best in each other

Our love grew greater and deeper. 

Eventually our family did too.

The story of how we found each other may not be the happiest, but how we turned out was the happiest ending we could wish for.


anonymous asked:

Oh! Do you headcannon that Tobirama has more red tattoos than the ones on his face, too? Because I can TOTALLY see that! It's a concept I've been wanting to play with for a while now and I'm so happy to see it with someone else! :D Also, Madara, get dat booty lol

My dear, you don’t know what Pandora’s box you have just opened. Because after @redhothollyberries had seen the drawing she went “you have ad headcanon for those? “ … not really?” “then WHY NOT …?” and here we are, those tattoo have an headcanon and is a long one, so get ready! (And say thanks to her because she wrote all of ours … ideas? Angsty brainstorming? In English, my “fancy” use of the language is going to stop here!)

Tobirama wasn’t always that OP. He was damn smart, but he wasn’t strong the way Hashirama was. He was quick, but weak when compared to his brother. Also, his albinism made him too sensitive to midday light and he was often sick.

When Hashirama discovered his mokuton, Tobirama felt left behind. He couldn’t help his brother, couldn’t protect him, if he couldn’t even keep up with him. So he started researching for way to make himself better. The stories said that the Uzumaki used fuinjutsu to change their bodies - why couldn’t he? He asked to be allowed to study with the Uzumaki, both he was denied - so he started studying on his own, making it up as it went.

The first thing he corrected were his eyes (the diagonal lines under each eyes), that neutralized his sunlight handicap. He was 13.

Next, he went about augmenting his speed and agility - the bands on his ankles and wrists. That fuinjutsu helped him channel his chakra in a more minute way than it naturally would. The bands around his ring fingers helped him control better his jutsu.

But he soon discovered they weren’t really effective: they were too chakra consuming. Those seals directed the chakra better, true, but they needed a lot and Tobirama didn’t have his brother’s reserves. So he came up with the spirals wrapping around his legs and arms (ankles, thighs, wrists and biceps): pieces of fuinjutsu that act like a battery, sapping at the chakra his body produce and storing it (the longer the spiral, the more chakra stored). With enough days of charge, he can have as much if not more chakra than his brother. This both supports his speed-enhancing seals and his suiton affinity.

Then, when he’s 15, he goes further. He’ s sick of being ill so often, so he creates a seal that fortifies his immune system, so that he won’t catch any more bugs (the seals on his chest and lower abdomen). Thing is, he doesn’t realize these new seals tap in the same chakra pathways the battery seals do. That means that when he’s off duty is immune system does work better - but when he releases the battery seals and floods his body with chakra, he overcharges the anti-illness seals and his immune system starts attacking his own body.

It takes months of usage before he realizes he’s ill - something he can’t cure because nobody realizes what’s happening. He suspects his seals to be the culprit, but he doesn’t know why or how. So he hides it - until he can’t hide it anymore and collapses. Touka and Hashirama are out of their minds with worry. They had never liked those seals.

Hashirama kidnaps Tobirama and runs to the Uzumaki. (@redhothollyberries is going to reblog this with a drabble, look out for it!)

There, he begs for them to save his brother. The Uzumaki are jealous of their medicine and fuinjutsu secrets, and would let Tobirama die - if it wasn’t for the daughter of the Clanhead, Mito, who isn’t about to let a boy die if she can help it. She’s cunning and smart, and persuades her father that it would be in their favour to have the Senju in their debt.

Hashirama agrees to whatever they might ask him, just please, save his brother. So the Senju ask for the Mokuton - they are a Clan of hotheads who want to make themselves better so of course they would be interested in it. They want to experiment on the Mokuton. Hashirama agrees on both giving them tissue samples and to taking an Uzumaki wife - with the catch that any mokuton child would be given to the Uzumaki.

Mito and the best of the clan save Tobirama, correcting the seals and adding the design going over the shoulders. In the meantime, Mito and Hashirama fall in love - later, Mito will persuade her father to marry her to Hashirama, and to make the treaty into a real alliance between the two clans.

When Mito eventually moves in with the Senju, she and Tobirama become best of friends. She teaches him what she knows of fuinjutsu, and helps him complete the set of seals: one on his back and around his neck to widen his chakra sensing range, and one on his chin to neutralize any poison.

And that, people, is how Tobirama becomes OP.

And some character reference! 

Ps: I asked for porn! But she was more interested on the “Fuuinjustu!” stuff *pout*


College - Part 2 (C.H.)

A/N: I told you there would be a second part. This is the last part though, unless one of you give me a good prompt or idea to add another. The ending sucks though. Reminder: (####) is a skip in time within the same day & (****) is a skip in time more than a day.

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Part 1


“Hey, mom.” I greeted her as our FaceTime call connected.

“Hi, sweetie. Was the flight okay? Are you settled? Did you eat?” My mom prattled off questions.

“Mom, mom! I thought I was meant to do this college thing on my own?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Can’t a mom be concerned about her daughter’s well being?” She asked offended.

I let out a little laugh. “Of course, mom, but to answer your questions, I’m fine, most of my unpacking is done, and I’m eating right now,” I hold up my plate to show her.

She nodded in satisfaction. “Good.” She looked off screen for a second before it looked like a thought occurred to her. “Oh, Calum came by today.”

I choked on the bit of food I had in my mouth and started coughing.

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Being in a relationship with Alec Volturi would include:

● Him being mad that his mate is a human at first

● You accepting the fact that you will be changed at some point so you figured you shouldn’t fight it.

● Jane always glaring at you, thinking you’re bad for her twin

● Alec being very sweet

● Demetri and Felix become brother-like figures to you

● They’d threaten Alec to treat you right, but they already know he will

● Going on dates at night or when it’s not sunny out

● hanging out in the garden or library with him

● learning how to speak and understand Italian

● Him not leaving your side when you turn because “I might not be able to stop the pain, but I can be here for her”

● You have this boy wrapped around your finger, he’s whipped the boys don’t let him forget it either, but he’s cool with it

● You and Jane eventually become best friends

● If anyone tries to hurt you this boy is ready to kill in an instant

● he will love you with every ounce of his being ngl

● You guys will eventually get married even if it takes 100 years

● He once said, “I would wait for you, no matter how many years, days, or minutes. I would wait for you.” bc you weren’t sure if you were ready to get married.

● like I said, actually kind of really a cinnamon roll

Part 1/?

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Before The Storm ●part three●

Summary: Y/N Barnes has always been content with her life. She has a great brother, and has become pretty close to his best friend, Steve. Just when she thinks she’s got everything in check, a distant relative returns with some news which is set to cause a huge rift in all their lives.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader [Eventual], Bucky Barnes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, very brief/slight harm to reader, cliffhanger ending [what a surprise!] 

A/N: You have no idea how much I appreciate all the amazing feedback for this series! I’m loving writing pre serum Steve. He literally owns my heart rn. 


It had been a week since Freddie had showed up at the Barnes’ door and caused a lot of worry and heartache for not only Y/N, but for Bucky and Steve, too. It had been a tiring week to say the least. Thankfully, Y/N had managed to work overtime shifts at the hospital to help earn some extra money to go towards their uncles meds, while Buck and Steve had both found second jobs to lend a hand to the cause.

Freddie had made himself useful around the apartment over the last few days, often cooking dinner after the three got home late from all the extra work they’d been doing. It was hard to ignore the tension between the three of them and Freddie. Although he hadn’t mentioned his deal with the Grindon’s since his run in with Y/N where she straight up told him she wouldn’t be marrying Marty or any other man she didn’t love, that didn’t stop the hate Bucky felt towards his uncle for the way he treated his sister in the first place.

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anonymous asked:

How about a lafx british spy!reader (Im sorry for my language im from serbia) reader arrives to spy on washington and his plans and somewhere she meets laf. They become friends and eventually fall in love, but, before anything happens laf (or someone) finds out the reader is a spy and she gets locked or something and now she's trying to convince laf that she loves him and that she is going to leave the 'spy thing' behind her. I'm comfterble with anything (fluff/angst/smut). Thank you!

I’ll do my best to include everything you want in this!

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Hi can I please have a matchup? I'm 5'8", chubby, have tan skin, medium length black hair & wear glasses. INTJ Gemini. Total science nerd. Aspiring professor & researcher. Kind of a home body; I love being in bed watching anime or YouTube videos while eating pizza. I also love indoor plants; they're scattered all around my room. I avidly tag my best friends in memes. People tell me I'm intimidating at first but I usually warm up eventually! I love laughing, making jokes, & being corny. Tysm <3

You’re absolutely welcome! I hope that you like it!! :)

Your Match Up is With: V!

- V thinks that your looks are gorgeous and will constantly tell you how beautiful you are, typically with photos!

- So much respect for you for wanting to become a professor and researcher, V will definitely help you in any way that he can and always encourage you to do your best

- This boy can get super stressed at times so when you suggested chilling in bed together watching some shows plus eating pizza, V was totally down for it

- It’s actually become his favorite thing to do with you and always looks forward to his lazy time with you!

- V loves having plants all over the house, not only are they pretty to take photos with, but he thinks that they have a relaxing tone to them so he lets you have as many house plants as you’d like

- You teach V about memes and it’s so cute because he’s so confused at first but eventually starts to get it

- He’s never seems you as intimidating, he’s always seen you as the warm and loving person that you are

- V loves the fact that you can make him smile when he’s having bad days, he’ll constantly remind you how you’ve become the light of his life and that he’ll treasure and love you for forever!

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I just love how dramione shippers created a whole world around draco and hermione. Like blaise and nott are draco best friends and crabbe and goyle don’t even say “hi”, even though in the books they’re always with draco. Hermione and pansy and daphne and ginny are like bfs, although the two slytherins barely and eventually say a word in the whole serie. And ron and harry are like staring from outside cause they hate malfoy but they love mione (brother love of course) and then they get over it and start being friends with the others and yeah they become *the squad*. And luna is a part of all. And i fuckin love this world we created

Internet bestfriend!5sos

Oh my god I’ve just been thinking about Internet bestfriend!5sos like you’re just sitting on tumblr and you get a message from a random account, and you end up becoming really close to this new friend. Telling them when you had a bad day or telling them about the things that have happened in your day. Eventually you arrange a Skype call and realise that you have been talking to your fave about how hot they are nearly everyday, but they don’t care bc it’s so cute and you guys end up having a really love big Skype call talking about anything and everything. oh mY I NEED TO BECOME BEST FRIENDS WITH 5SOS SECRET TUMBLR ACCOUNTS

Pick One - Liam Dunbar vs. Brett Talbot Imagine

PROMPT by Anon: 💁 Hi I would like to say, you’re writing give me the feels💜. I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Liam & Brett were/are best friends with the reader. Little did the reader know they had fallen for her. So they make her choose. 😭

Word Count: 2,220

Author’s Note: You didn’t pick which guy gets the reader, so I went ahead and picked for you. I hope you don’t mind who I picked, which I’m sure y’all already know who it is as I clearly favor one over the other, lol.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

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How do you feel about best friends falling in love with each other? Whether it’s hiding their feelings towards each other until one of them gets jealous and admits their feelings, or watching them slowly develop feelings towards each other as their relationship grows and eventually become something more than friendship. 

If your answer is similar to “Yes, I enjoy best friend love stories”, then keep on reading.

What about love triangles? The way two guys fight over the same girl? Or when a guy happens to be confused about his feelings about two different girls? Vice-versa. Do you enjoy watching three people suffering and just trying to figure out their feelings?

Again, if the answer is yes, keep on reading.

Best friends falling in love with each other can be sweet and absolutely adorable. Love triangles can be exciting to watch and seeing how it unfolds in the end. I happen to love both romantic scenarios. I can’t help myself. I’m a sucker for love, and the drama and cheesiness that comes with it.

However, I was starting to think I must have done something wrong in my past life because my love life consists both scenarios.

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I’m seeing a lot of anti-Starco in my precious Starco tag recently, with a lot of posts arguing whether you are for or against it. I want to say that this is actually great because it means that the fandom is still really active, despite the long hiatus; so keep going, my fellow trash-fans! But still…

Anyway, if you follow my blog, you’d know that I’m a huge Starco shipper, and I mean huge, a big goofball of Starco trash that ships these two dorks before they even existed and way before any of you was familiar with the show. Seriously. Bow to my trashiness, fellow fans.

The main reasons people don’t ship Starco, at least based on what I saw, are the much-hated heteronormativity and how clichéd the whole “best friends falling in love” narrative trope is. While I do see the point of this criticism, and I do agree that we need more progressive shows about this stuff, I don’t think that Starco deserves this hatred.

Star and Marco’s relationship, despite the show’s fast-paced and almost rushed first episodes, immediately felt genuinely deep and real: their chemistry is amazing. You can see how they trust each other, how much fun they have every time they’re together and, of course, how they deeply care about each other. Not to mention how great they are as badass battle-mates. 

Those two eventually falling in love for each other wouldn’t feel out of place, like at all. It’s the next step of an already well-balanced relationship. And that’s the point: Starco becoming canon doesn’t feel or look forced. If it was, I would be the first one to criticize it, as I criticized many other aspects of this show. As I said in many other posts, I’m one of those dorks who thinks that your boyfriend/girlfriend should indeed be your best friend. It’s like mandatory for me, it’s an obvious factor of a healthy relationship. Of course you can and should have more than one best friend, but if your partner doesn’t fall in this category, I don’t know, it doesn’t feel natural to me.

To me, shipping Starco doesn’t mean forcing heteronormativity in this show or down the viewer’s throat, for the sole reason that, unlike many other (canon or not) forced ships from different shows, it works and it makes sense. Best part is that Star and Marco’s established relationship wouldn’t change at all: they already share a strong, deep friendship that would simply turn into something romantic. Before being lovers, they’ll always be two interdimensional best friends, and being close friends would be actually the strongest aspect of their romantic… friendship.

tl;dr: I ship Starco because it’s relationship goals.

To be honest, why isn’t McLaheyinski (Stiles/Scott/Isaac) more popular? Like, to me it’s so clear that both Stiles and Isaac are head over heels in love with Scott, right? They may not agree on anything else, but they agree on Scott. And once Stiles gets over his hatred of Isaac based purely on jealousy, they band together in order to be Scott’s protection squad. Scott’s execution squad. They make the hard choices, become the monsters so Scott doesn’t have to.

They may not agree on anything else, but they agree on Scott. And that’s enough. That’s enough to make them an unbeatable team. And sure, they’re jealous of the other sometimes. When Scott pays one of them more attention. Because Scott can’t see it. For so long, he doesn’t see these two boys who are so in love with him, they’d put up with anything. They’d do anything. He doesn’t understand why his two best friends are suddenly hanging out all the time, looking at each other with this look in their eyes that he doesn’t understand, but that’s so sad.

Eventually, Stiles and Isaac find they have more in common than just Scott. They have loss in common, they have suffering in common. They have crippling PTSD that only the other truly understands. They have nightmares and panic attacks and shaking hands and eventually, they become friends. And over missing Scott, wanting Scott, eventually they turn to each other for comfort.

When suddenly, or not suddenly, Scott’s best friends no longer immediately look at him but look at each other, Scott is surprised by how jealous he is. And then, Scott understands. And with all three of them losing so much, and Scott still recovering from nearly becoming the monster he always feared he’d be, they fall together. And then, you know, the three of them make the most solid, most loving polyamorous relationship ever. I don’t understand why this isn’t a thing. Someone make this a thing. I would write a fic if I could, you know, right fics.

eziocauthon89  asked:

So, I just read through your Reunion Falls tag from the start, and I am absolutely in love with it!! Dipdop is fantastic, and I love Mabes, and Dip and Wendy's relationship is perfect, and I love it all, but my gOD, WHEN YOU STARTED GETTING INTO MABIFICA, THAT IS WHEN THIS AU BECAME MY LOVE, THAT IS MY S**T RIGHT FREAKIN' THERE, and please please please tell me that Dipper (at least eventually) becomes good friends with Paz, cause BrOTP Dipifica is almost as great as Mabifica!!!!

dipper is friends with pacifica!! he’s kind of reluctant to be nice to her at first but like, shes part of the team. even if neither of them are always the best team players they find a common ground in how lonely and insecure they both are deep down. ive always kind of envisioned dip and paz as like, catty gossip friends who spend a lot of time mutually complaining about how much it sucks the be them (even tho dipper is generally a happier and more confident person in this au hes still got Problems)


Can I have a high school au where Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team?

The dance team needs to win a national championship otherwise they’ll be disbanded.  “We need some fresh talent,” Lydia tells Stiles as they sit in the bleachers watching Derek Hale showing off his impressive dance moves again after his team’s victory.  “If we’re going to have any chance of winning, we need some new members.”

“Does it have to be him though?” Stiles asks, rolling his amber-colored eyes when Derek throws a sly smile in his–their direction before completing a complicated backflip.  “Derek Hale is an arrogant, smug–”

Lydia cuts him off, “Talented dancer who you have a major crush on and who has a major crush on you.”

Stiles flails dramatically after her statement, cheeks flushing bright red, and nearly falling off the bleachers in the process.  “What?  That’s…That’s not even..you don’t even know what you’re talking about, Lydia.  I do not have a crush on Derek Hale and he most certainly does not have a crush on me.”

Derek chooses that exact moment to catch his eye and send him a playful wink, and Stiles determinedly ignores Lydia’s amused laughter.

So yeah, I need it.

So, I actually tried to fill my own prompt.  It’s just a start and if I want to keep it going, I’ll probably put it up on AO3.  Forgive me for any grammar/spelling errors.

Stiles Stilinski releases a loud, drawn-out yawn, resisting the urge to pass out in the middle of his advanced chemistry class.  He was up late the night before working on a new routine for his dance troupe, Spin Cycle, to try out in practice this afternoon. 

Running on barely four hours of sleep, Stiles can’t be blamed for nearly falling asleep during class, especially when it’s advanced chemistry, but he had to get that routine ironed out because with regionals only two months away it’s make-or-break time for Stiles and the rest of his squad. 

Stiles joined Beacon Hills’ High School’s dance group, Spin Cycle, his freshman year.  He’d been dancing since before he was born; his mom, Claudia Stilinski, told him he’d moved around in her stomach for almost the entire length of her pregnancy and took to calling him her little hoofer while he was still in her belly. 

The nickname stuck and so did Stiles’ love of dance.  He was enrolled in classes by the time he turned two and over the years has learned many different styles of dance including jazz, tap, contemporary, and hip-hop.  Stiles’ dad, Sheriff John Stilinski, has always supported his son’s dancing, making sure to find time to make it to most of his dance recitals and competitions.  The ones he couldn’t get to, he’d watch video of it taken by his wife in the early years and Melissa McCall in the later years. 

Stiles had heard so many good things about Spin Cycle even before he got to Beacon Hills’ High that he was desperate to join as soon as he could.  Initially when he’d first started out on the dance team, there were junior and varsity squads, but over the past three years, Spin Cycle’s membership has dwindled, leaving the team with only six members and Stiles as the captain of a squad who has only placed in one competition in the last two years. 

Though excitement and support for Spin Cycle has diminished, Stiles’ love of dance is still just as strong as ever.  He promised his mother, no matter how much it pained him to do so, that he’d never give up on it, even if it meant long practices and many hours spent training and working on routines.     

Those long hours have finally caught up with the young man.  As he’s sitting, attempting to listen to his teacher drone on about thermodynamics and Newton’s Method, Stiles’ eyes drift closed and he starts to snore softly.  His head lolls back and he’s dangerously close to braining himself on the table behind him if not for the elbow to the ribcage he receives from his best friend in the entire world, Scott McCall bringing him back to consciousness. 

Stiles and Scott met on their first day at Beacon Hills’ Preschool.  Jackson Whittemore had broken Scott’s toy, on purpose no doubt at least that’s what Stiles always assumed, and Scott being the perfect angel that he is, didn’t even tell their teacher what Jackson did.  He just sat at the table with tears in his eyes and a broken action figure in his hands.  Stiles, having seen what happened, decided it was only fair to defend Scott’s honor.  So during recess, Stiles ran right up to Jackson and pushed him into a puddle of mud, proclaiming, “That’s for breaking Scott’s toy, you meanie.” 

Jackson yelled that his father would hear about this and make him pay for it, but Stiles just rolled his eyes and threw an arm around Scott’s shoulder, leading him over to the swing sets.  Once they were seated in their swings, rocking back and forth in perfect sync, Scott had stared at him in quiet awe and disbelief before his face broke into a huge grin and he declared that Stiles was now his best friend.  They’ve been joined at the hip ever since.      

Stiles jerks back to attention just in time for their teacher, self-proclaimed Satan himself, Mr. Harris’ gaze to fall on him.  The older man glares at Stiles over the top of his glasses as he asks, “Mr. Stilinski, are you paying attention or is my lecture on a topic that will be included on a test worth 50% of your grade boring you?”

Stiles snorts and almost considers blurting out the truth, that no, he wasn’t paying attention, and yes, he’s bored out of his mind, but thinks better of it.  He knows if he says anything like that to Harris he’d end up in detention for the rest of the week.  Hell, he’s gotten detention from Harris for less, and Stiles can’t afford to spend his afternoons in a classroom with a teacher he hates when he has more important business to attend to like getting his team ready for regionals. 

So instead of mouthing off like the little shit he usually is, Stiles puts on his best innocent face and responds, “Of course not, Mr. Harris.  You have such a way with words; you could never bore me.”

Beside him, Scott has to cough several times to cover up his laughter.  Across the room, Lydia Martin mutters a quiet, “Seriously?”, Allison Argent and Kira Yukimura bury their faces in their arms to hide their smiles, and Danny Mahealani shakes his head with a roll of his eyes usually reserved for Stiles when he does something stupid which is most of the time.

Mr. Harris doesn’t comment any further, to Stiles’ immediate relief, but he does give him a rather bored expression before carrying on with his lecture.  Stiles and Scott grin at each other, and Stiles can’t help feeling pleased with himself and his awesome friends; they’re an unlikely group, and some might wonder how they ever became close, but for whatever reason they work.

Initially Stiles and Scott started off on their own; two best friends with only the other to count on.  Stiles had been surprised to learn that Scott shared his interest in dance.  Though he hasn’t been trained like Stiles, Scott is naturally gifted, picking up complicated moves just as quickly as Stiles and sometimes even quicker than him. 

When the boys got to high school and joined Spin Cycle, they met Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and Danny Mahealani.  Stiles was immediately taken with Lydia the first time he saw her strawberry blond hair and gazed into her green eyes.  He knew he was a goner the moment she spoke and began spouting facts about numerical analysis and how she was working on her own complicated theorem and would be employed by NASA before she turned 25. 

His infatuation with Lydia only got worse when Stiles saw her dance; Lydia had been taking ballet classes since she first started walking and had already turned down offers from several famous dance companies.  “Dancing’s fun, but it’s a hobby,” she told the group, “how am I supposed to win a Fields’ Medal if I’m too busy touring with the Los Angeles Ballet Company?”  Eventually as time passed Stiles realized that he was in love with the idea of Lydia and not the young woman herself, and she’s become one of his closest friends and his second-in-command in Spin Cycle                      

Allison Argent is Lydia’s best friend and if Stiles’ crush on Lydia had been bad, it couldn’t even compare to Scott’s feelings for Allison.  Scott was immediately attracted to Allison’s flowing long hair, dark eyes, dimpled smile, and good nature. 

Allison’s contemporary style is a sight to behold, and she’s one of the reasons why the name Spin Cycle fits the group so well with her ability to complete several beautiful fouette turns in a row without breaking a sweat.  Allison and Scott dated until junior year when they grew apart and realized they’d be better off as friends. 

That same year Kira Yukimura moved to Beacon Hills and impressed Stiles and the crew with her hip-hop dancing.  Her beauty and kind smile also managed to catch Scott’s eye and the pair started dating in the spring of junior year.

The last member of Spin Cycle is Danny Mahealani.  There’s not a single person in Beacon Hills that doesn’t love Danny and his tap dancing.  Stiles always credits Danny as the one who helped Stiles realize he was bisexual, but whenever he brings it up Danny just rolls his eyes at him like he usually does and tells Stiles to stop staring at his ass. 

Stiles often wonders how someone as charming as Danny could be friends with someone like Jackson, but then Stiles remembers how nice Danny is and concludes that he must’ve taken pity on Jackson and befriended him out of the goodness of his heart. 

Stiles and his friends walk out of chemistry together thirty minutes later.  Scott congratulates Stiles on his ability to avoid getting detention with Harris.  “I thought for sure we were gonna have to practice without you because Harris was gonna have you stuck in a classroom with him all afternoon,” Scott says when they get to their lockers to retrieve their books for their next class.

Stiles claps him on the shoulder, giving it a playful shake.  “Scotty, ye of little faith, I know how to handle Harris.”

“That’s what you said that time you tried to talk him out of making you write a five-thousand word essay on chemical structures by telling him how pretty you thought he looked and then he changed the essay to ten-thousand words,” Lydia reminds him with a smirk, and Stiles frowns.

“I was having an off-day, but today is not that day.”

Danny chimes in to add, “Says the man who fell asleep during class and almost landed himself in detention.”

Stiles ignores Danny as if he hasn’t even spoken and instead wraps his arms around Scott and Lydia.  “Today is a glorious day because today is the day I teach you guys our winning routine for regionals.  Today, my wonderful friends, is the day we get one step closer to becoming national champions.  Am I right or am I right?”

“Hell yeah, we’re ready to kick some ass, Captain!” Kira yells enthusiastically, and Stiles raises his hand to accept a high-five from her while the rest of the group stare at them both as if they’ve grown extra heads.

“See?  Kira gets it.”  Stiles turns to close his locker and then he, Lydia, and Scott are on their way to US History while Danny, Allison, and Kira head to the music classroom.  “Three more classes and then get ready for the best practice of your life.”

“As long as it’s better than that time you tried to get us to learn that routine to Safety Dance,” Allison says with a shudder, “that was awful.”

“How many times do I have to say it?  I was on a retro kick, and I had just finished watching an episode of Glee.  I wasn’t in my right mind, Allison!”  Stiles exclaims dramatically, and his friends laugh.

The group separates and when Stiles, Scott, and Lydia get to their US History class, Stiles notices that a trio of people are sitting in their usual seats and immediately lets out a groan of annoyance when he recognizes the person occupying his seat is none other than Derek Hale.  He, Vernon Boyd, and Isaac Lahey are sitting in their seats chatting animatedly, and Stiles would rather have a month’s worth of detentions with Harris than have to deal with Derek and his friends. 

Derek Hale is captain of the basketball team, filthy rich, incredibly smug, and unfairly gorgeous…though Stiles would never admit that last part out loud to anyone.  He and his group of friends have been walking around Beacon Hills’ High School as if they own the place since freshmen year.  Derek tried out for the basketball team that year and became the first freshman in BHHS history to make the varsity squad.  That plus the fact he looks like he walked right out of the pages of GQ with his head of dark hair, green eyes, muscular frame, and wicked smile gave Derek instant popularity. 

Though he had all the respect of his varsity teammates, Derek immediately befriended a few of the guys on the junior team.  Vernon Boyd, a tall, dark-skinned boy with a deep voice and a permanently serious expression etched onto his face.  Isaac Lahey, who has soft brown curls and piercing blue eyes, and, of course, Jackson Whittemore, the wealthy blond who spent most of his childhood terrorizing Stiles and Scott.  Derek’s sister, Cora, is a year younger than him but she and her friend, Erica Reyes, a curly-haired blonde bombshell who is dating Boyd, still hang around with Derek and his friends.    

Derek must have said something incredibly funny because Isaac and Boyd are laughing loudly, and Stiles is about ready to walk right back out the room and ditch class for the rest of the day.  He can usually avoid interacting with him but apparently Stiles is going to be forced to talk to Derek freaking Hale!  And the day was going so well up until this point.

“We can just go sit somewhere else,” Scott suggests.

Lydia agrees and is about to follow Scott to another group of seats when Stiles places his hands on their arms to keep them at his side.  “No.  We shouldn’t have to sit somewhere else just because those three up and decide they want to take our seats.”  Stiles marches over to the trio, determined to get his and his friends’ seats back. 

Scott murmurs, “This isn’t going to end well.”

Stiles gives him the stink-eye before turning his attention to Derek and his friends who are still talking and haven’t even noticed him standing above them until he clears his throat obnoxiously.

Derek glances up at him, a smirk gliding across his lips when they lock eyes, and Stiles absolutely does not lose his train of thought when that impossibly gorgeous gaze lands on him.  “Excuse me?”  Stiles begins rather politely when he remembers how to work his mouth properly.

“You’re excused,” Derek retorts smartly and his friends laugh as if he’s said the funniest thing they’ve ever heard, and Stiles can only sigh heavily in response. 

“Yeah, okay, very mature and very original.”  Stiles shuts his eyes for a moment to regain his composure before trying to speak again.  “My friends and I usually sit in these seats.” 

Derek lifts an eyebrow at him and Stiles can only assume the action translate to “And?”  Stiles runs a hand through his messy brown locks, nearly at his wit’s end and the conversation has just started.  “I was just wondering if we could have them back,” he adds, hoping Derek will just agree and get out of his way, but Stiles hardly ever gets what he wants. 

“I don’t remember there being assigned seats in this class,” Derek says, standing up from the chair to fold his arms across his chest and how is it fair that his t-shirt is managing to contain all those muscles without being shredded to pieces? 

Now that he’s standing up, Stiles realizes that there’s hardly an inch separating him and Derek in height, so aside from the fact Derek could probably bench-press him (his mind doesn’t go off somewhere dirty at that thought), Stiles is not the least bit intimidated by him. 

“Boyd, is there assigned seating in this class or not?”  Derek asks his friend, but the young man quickly raises his hands and shakes his head as if he wants no part of this discussion.

“You’re on your own, D,” Boyd responds.  “I’m sure you can handle him without my help.”

“Which is exactly what Derek wants anyway, to handle him,” Isaac adds with a shit-eating grin.  

Stiles notices Derek loses his swagger just long enough to glare daggers at the curly-haired boy, who only smiles widely in return, but doesn’t think anything of it.  Stiles is more concerned about getting his seat back before their teacher comes in and calls the class to order than whatever is going on between Derek and his friend.

Stiles pinches the bridge of his nose, irritation evident in his voice as he asks, “Look, can we have our seats back or are you just going to continue being a grade-A douchebag for the rest of fourth period and probably your life?”

Derek doesn’t answer him right away.  He just stares at Stiles, and yeah, maybe Stiles is a little bit intimidated by him, but he’s not going to back down from Derek. 

Stiles crosses his arms, hoping to mimic the other boy’s pose but fails miserably.  Derek’s gives Stiles an onceover, looking him up and down, and Stiles can feel his heart stutter pathetically from the intense expression on his face. 

Eventually Derek’s usual smirk returns and he beckons his friends to follow him.  “Come on, guys, let’s give them back their seats.”

Stiles’ head cocks back in surprise and he questions, “Just like that?”

Derek nods, parroting his words back to him. “Just like that.  See you later, Stiles.”

Stiles watches with furrowed eyebrows as Derek and his friends move to the back of the room and take seats at their usual desks.  Stiles, Scott, and Lydia sit down together, and the strawberry blond turns in her chair to smile at Stiles but doesn’t elaborate on why she’s looking at him that way.

“What?”  He asks, and Lydia chuckles lightly, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder.

“Nothing, just interested in seeing how this all plays out.”

“How what all plays out?”  Stiles asks, but his friend doesn’t respond to him and only mutters, “So completely clueless,” under her breath, managing to confuse Stiles even more. 

He looks to Scott for assistance, but he just shrugs, and Stiles sighs, grateful when their teacher walks into the room and gets class started.  Stiles is copying notes off the board when he feels someone’s eyes on him.  He turns around and is shocked to find Derek staring at him but immediately ducks his head down into his book once Stiles catches him. 

He must be hallucinating because Stiles could swear the tips of Derek’s ears are light shade of pink but the boy blames it on a trick of the fluorescent lighting or something like that. 

Stiles swivels back around to face the front of the class and decides that he can’t concern himself with Derek Hale’s strange behavior.  Stiles has got to focus on what’s important, winning regionals, not worrying about an egotistical basketball player who couldn’t care less about him.                

I should just end this here and not keep going, right?     

This fic is now being posted on AO3 under the name We Move to the Same Rhythm.  You can find it here.  I will try to update it regularly.