it kinda looks like she's growing out of his hair

Wanna hear what Lili thinks about her scenes with Juggie in her room? Here’s a snippet of Lili Reinhart’s commentary about the adorable Betty & Jughead exchange! I made the video to visualize their commentary… ~ From the fun filled entertaining 2hour long official podcast with Lili, Madelaine & Bob Barth with RiverdalePCast yesterday ~ Full transcript & video below cut.

Bob: Back at the Cooper’s place and Betty is getting ready for the funeral…and who’s gotten a little suit on?
Bob: And he looks good!
Lili: She sees him with the suit on but still got the beanie though.
Mads: What’s his hair like under there though?
Lili: We’ll find out….
Bob: It’s gotta be dreadlocks…when’s the last time he shampooed? *laughs*
Lili: Ohh….the questions will be answered.
Yeah, she… I think obviously you can see there’s growing chemistry between the two…and it’s quite apparent especially in that scene. You know she gives a little… “Oh, you clean up nice. Ya know…kinda one of those things…Urm.. yeah.
Bob: And there’s something thats…..well Cole has always been a good looking kid. I didn’t know the Disney show. But I knew him as Ross’s son on Friends!
Lili: Yeah! Ben!
Bob: So I was like "OH THAT’S COLE!” And he’s got a GREAT smile and you never see Jughead do it!
Jug is just sort of  …and we can’t understand why…but he’s sort of a dour…he’s got a lot on his shoulders. So when he DOES crack a smile, your heart melts.
Lili/Mad: Yeah….
Bob: And it works for EVERYONE.
Lili: I think Betty…makes Jug happy…brings out the happiness in him.
Bob: That’s great.

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I just really want a kind of emo, grunge, “it’s not a phase mom” Albus. Like the whole 9 yards: he grows out his hair, starts wearing eyeliner, paints his finger nails. He goes all out, so much so that he starts to look like a young Sirius Black.
Just imagine cute little emo Albus walking into Hogwarts for his 5th year. And McGonagall seeing him and is kinda like oh how nice and then doing a double take. Because she swears she just saw her favorite member of the Black family stroll by. From then on it takes all of her will power not to call him Sirius.
AND THEN…. We have Scorpius just as adorable and warm as always. And so you’ve got your resident book nerd, cardigan wearing tall boy and his cute adorable emo bf walking around holding hands and what does that equal???
Slytherin! Wolfstar!!
So McGonagall’s going slightly crazy thinking why in the hell have Remus and Sirius switched house robes and has to reel herself back to reality.

anonymous asked:

Could you add more onto Percy's appearance headcanons pretty plz?


-His hair gets greasy pretty easily, and though Annabeth teases him and calls him “Skateboard Rat” but she secrectly kinda likes it.
-While speaking about his hair, I’m gonna change my mind a bit. He still keeps it on the longer side during fall and spring, but in the summer he keeps in shorter, and in the winter he grows it out a bit longer, but not long enough to put into a ponytail. It curls at the ends and gives him a hockey player look.
-He wears alot of bracelets along with the lokai one. This including ones made of string ones (both braided and friendship bracelets), a rubber one that says “I’m sassy and I know it”, and one that has letters on it that say “Percy” that his sister made.
-He gets another tattoo along with Annabeth, and it’s a trident and an owl in a heart. It’s a minalmistic tattoo that he get on his lower back, where his Achilles heel is, since it was Annabeth after all, that tied him to his humanity.
-He has these one pair of sunglasses with thicker blue lenses around them, and he literally wears them all summer.

And yeah I can’t think of anymore right now.

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quick summary of an au: the squipped group all stays in theatre, + michael joins, as a unifying extracurricular and they put on dear evan hansen as their senior spring musical

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where something gets stuck in Kanan's hair while on a mission or something and the only way to get it out is to cut his hair and then the rest of the crew have mini mental breakdowns because Kanan's! Hair! Is! Different! Meanwhile Kanan is being his usual Kanan self about the whole thing.

“It… doesn’t look so bad…”

Kanan frowned.  His hair was hanging loose, freed from its usual ponytail.  That alone felt strange.  It moved with every tilt and turn of his head; he could feel the breeze shifting the individual strands in a way that he hadn’t felt in years.

Experimentally, he reached up and touched his head, allowing his fingers to explore what remained of his hair.  It covered his ears, and at the back it came down to just below his hairline.  It felt a little uneven, hastily cut, the front was trying to hang down in bangs, but was a little too long to do so.  He tilted his head backward and shook it, allowing the hair to fall into place at the sides of his face.  Just because he couldn’t see didn’t mean he wanted hair in his eyes.

“It’ll grow back,” Sabine assured him.  She sounded nervous, like she expected him to be angry, or upset.

Kanan smiled in her general direction, “I know.  It’s fine, Sabine.  Thank you.”

The lump of whatever-it-had-been still stank from down on the ground.  Kanan attempted to kick a little dirt over it to disguise the stench, but it did little good.  He took a few steps away from it, careful not to accidentally step into it.  He’d already lost a perfectly good ponytail, he wasn’t about to have to throw out his boots too.

He attempted to gather up what was left of his hair, just checking on how easy it would be to tie it back.  The band he used had been contaminated, and lay on the ground with his hair.  It didn’t matter anyway, the remaining hair was just too short; it slipped from his fingers and fell back into place handing loose around his face and ears.  Apparently, he was just going to have to get used to wearing it loose for a while.

“Sorry,” Sabine told him.  “I might’ve been able to get away with leaving it a bit longer, but I didn’t want to get any of that stuff on my fingers.  Most of it’ll probably tie back in a couple of months.”

The ‘stuff’ she was referring to had been the noxious smelling sticky substance that had been fired at him, according to Ezra, from the center of a plant as they walked past.  It had stuck on contact, and resisted any and all attempts to get it out.  In fact, anything that made contact with it had stuck too, resulting in a giant ball of stinking… something, on the back of his head.

“Honestly, Sabine, it’s fine.  I’d have happily let you shave it if you had to.  I’m just grateful you were able to stand being close enough to me to cut it out.  I have a feeling if I’d done it myself…” he tailed off, leaving the rest to her imagination.

“Yeah, good point.  You’re lucky I’ve got so much experience dealing with noxious chemicals.  Some explosives are pretty stinky too, you know.  Nothing like that, though.  Honestly, if we could turn it into a weapon we defeat the Empire by this time next week.”  He heard a smile in her voice, then she sighed.  “Ugh.  I’m going to have to neaten that up when we get back to the Ghost.  I just noticed, one side’s longer than the other.”

Kanan shrugged.  “Doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, well you’re not gonna have to look at it, are you?  C’mon, lets get back.”

She headed toward the Phantom.  Kanan followed after her.

He was met by a collective gasp of surprise as he entered the ship, followed by a stream of binary laughter.

“Wow,” Ezra said.  “It’s, uh… different.”

From Sabine’s direction, he felt a stab of anger through the Force.  “I’m going to neaten it up when we get home,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Ezra said.  “But hey, at least you don’t stink anymore.”  He sniffed the air deeply.  “Much.”

Zeb chuckled.  “You kinda look like the kid,” he said.  “Well, a year or so ago, if he had a beard, and a different color hair, and…”

“Hey, I looked nothing like that!” Ezra said indignantly.

Kanan touched his hair again, feeling a little self-conscious.

“When do you think it’ll grow back?” Ezra asked.  “I mean, no offense, but you look kinda… I mean… Help me out here, Zeb.”

“He looks fine,” Hera supplied instead.  She stepped a little closer, and ran her fingers through his new, shorter hair, combing it through to the ends, brushing it to one side, and then to the other, and then allowing her fingertips to briefly caress his scalp.

Kanan smiled.  At least someone wasn’t laughing at him, or apologizing for the cut.

“It will grow back though, won’t it?” she asked, sounding oddly worried at the prospect that it might not.

Kanan frowned.  Twi’leks didn’t have hair, of course, but she had been around him long enough to know how it worked.  It couldn’t look so bad that she needed that reassurance, surely?

The first thing he was going to do when he got back to base was ask Rex for a slightly more objective opinion.  He probably wasn’t going to get one, but he could still ask.  “Yes,” he assured her through gritted teeth.  “I promise it’s going to grow back.”

Next time they visited a world where he didn’t know what to expect, he was going to wear a hood.

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis headcanons

- Darrel Shayne Curtis was born in June of 1924
- making him a Gemini
- he was named after his grandfather, not his father
- this really confused 10th grade Ponyboy, trying to do his genealogy project

- Dorothy Ellen Stevenson was born January 3rd, 1926
- making her a Capricorn sun, Virgo moon and Leo rising
- she was named after her mother, Dorothy, and grandmother, Ellen

- Dorothy went by ‘Dottie’ to tell the difference between her and her mother
- or 'Dodie’

- it’s the stock market crash that made them - and their families - greasers

- they were high school sweethearts

- they were married before Dot had even finished college
- let’s be honest, scholarships got that girl through college

- Darrel never went to college
- that’s why he wanted Darry to go to college so much, so his son could have the future he never did

- to distinguish the difference, their son was called Darry and the father Darrel
- it only got confusing when Mrs. Curtis got mad at her oldest son
- this happened a lot more than you’d think

- young!Mrs. Curtis wore jeans and flannels and tank tops
- Soda couldn’t look more like his mother if he tried

- Mrs. Curtis had ash blonde hair and blue eyes
- Sandy slightly resembled Mrs. Curtis
- so her hugs felt like home

- Mrs. Curtis always wanted to be a nurse or a teacher when she was growing up
- she had her life planned out at 12
- it went kinda how she wanted
- didn’t wanna die at 39 though

- she’s the best nurse
- whenever the boys got sick or hurt, she knew exactly what to do
- she has a mother and nurse’s touch

- all of their friends were jealous of their relationship
- they were a match made in heaven
- Darrel’s friends teased him about being whipped
- Dot’s friends wished they had a boyfriend like hers

the Locker Room

Prompt: Liam and the reader are enemies but later start liking each other

Warnings: well, Liam and the reader don’t really like each other at first so some harsh words are exchanged. But then they make out in the girls’ locker room which is kinda awkward because I didn’t really know how to write it so yeah

Being one of the only girls on the lacrosse team had its perks. For example, boys. Practices were like heaven, watching their muscles flex as they ran and just exercised in general. Of course, after practice, they stunk to high heaven and I didn’t want them to come anywhere near me, but that was beside the point.

           The second perk was Kira. I met her on the day of tryouts, and she quickly became my best friend. Her love for Marvel and my love for action had us constantly throwing movie marathons which turned into sleepovers when we saw how late at night it was.

           All the attention was definitely the third perk. I mean, Kira and I were the talk of the school. The team was completely male dominated, but our small estrogen edition seemed to draw a crowd of feminists and guys who just wanted to look at a chick playing rough. Coach was happy about that; there was a bigger turn-out at the games, and the school newspaper frequently printed segments advertising us.

           It was great. Really, I loved it. But… all of the good things could be sucked away as soon as Liam Dunbar and I made eye contact.

           In my opinion, he was beyond stupid. Dunbar was always very competitive with me- I guessed that it was because we were the only freshmen on the team because he seemed alright with Kira, so it couldn’t be that I was a girl. He threw temper tantrums a lot, which always resulted in Scott, Kira’s boyfriend, and Stiles, Kira’s… weird… friend, rushing him off into the locker room. Coach used to yell at them when they did that, but eventually he got tired and just rolled his eyes.

           That made me angry. Why the hell was Dunbar so special? Why was he allowed to be escorted off the field by his junior fairy-godmothers? It just wasn’t fair.

           The Friday that I finally lost it was the one that followed our first loss of the season. Last night, in the middle of the game, Dunbar decided that he wasn’t going to pass me the freaking ball liked we had practiced. That pissed me off. He ended up scoring, but I was too mad to care. When I got the ball, I acted like I didn’t see him waiting for me to pass it to him. I scored. The crowd cheered. I basked in the glory until a rough shove to my shoulder jerked me out of the happy haze.

           It was Dunbar, and he wasn’t happy. Through his mask, he spit, “What the hell? Why didn’t you pass to me?”

           I laughed. “Just returning the favor, thickhead. You didn’t pass to me either. And I scored anyway, so I don’t know why you’re getting your tighty-whiteys in a wad.”

           “You’re kidding me, right?” He stepped closer; our masks were pressed together as he shouted. “You’re acting like a child. We’re in the middle of the game.”

           Scoffing, I shoved his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child, Dunbar. Now get out of my face before I make you.”

           He let out a sharp snort of derision. “I’d just love to see you try.”

           Hands were pulling us apart suddenly. Kira had her arms around my shoulders while Scott and Stiles held onto Dunbar’s arms. Coach and the referee were sprinting over to us. Faintly, I could hear Scott muttering, “Hey, Liam, you got this. Stay in control. Breathe.”

           Stiles was chanting as well, although I wouldn’t exactly define his words as ones of encouragement. “You freaking idiot, chill out! You’re going to shift in front of all these people! Because of a girl? You’re kidding me, right? We have a game to play.”

           Kira spun me around. “Y/N, what- are you okay?” Her dark eyes looked me over anxiously.

           “Oh, I’m fine.” Then I raised my voice, knowing he could hear. “Dunbar is just pitching a bitch fit like he’s five and making everything about him again. Nothing new.”

           “What?” Dunbar snarled- I mean, he actually snarled. “You’re the one who’s not following the plays. You won’t pass to me because of your silly little grudge.”

           I was screaming. “You didn’t pass to me first! So how dare you get mad when I do the same?”

           “Are you-” He lurched against Stiles and Scott’s tight hold. “I didn’t see you!”

           “That’s bull and you know it, Dunbar!” I shrieked. “You looked me dead in the eyes and then kept running. You just wanted to compensate with a big win for something smaller, am I right?”

           To make a long story short, by the time Coach got over to us, we were both cussing, so he benched us. “I can’t believe you two.” He angrily shoved his clipboard under his arm. “Okay, yeah, Dunbar, kind of expected it because of your record- no hard feelings- but Y/N? Really? You’re going to try and fight him?”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you insinuating that I couldn’t take him out? Because I could, if you’d like a demonstration.”

           Dunbar laughed coldly. “I would love to see that happen.”

           Whirling on him, I pushed his shoulder. “Do you want to go Dunbar?”

           Coach stuck his arm in between our faces, which were so close that our noses were almost touching. “That is enough!” He roared. “Tomorrow night’s practice, you both are staying after. You’re going to help me clean the gear. And… and… you both better be here Saturday morning. I think a little PT is in order. It’ll be a bonding experience. Might make you like each other.” At the dirty looks Dunbar and I exchanged, Coach back-tracked. “Or maybe it’ll just make you hate each other all the more. Well, my advice to you is- bottle it up and use it on the field. But not against each other for crying out loud!”

           Then we lost the game because Scott and Stiles were benched for some illegal hits- I had a sneaking suspicion that they did it on purpose- and towed Dunbar off to the locker rooms, leaving our team without its captain and some of its best players.

           So yeah, that was mainly the reason why my Friday sucked. I knew I was going to have to stay after. Kira was more understanding than my parents. They chewed me out. She only promised that we could reschedule the Iron Man marathon.

           “Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Kira assured me as I thanked her, slipping my Nikes on. “I just wish you and Liam could get along.”

           I hit my head on the bench when I jerked upwards so fast, quickly brushing off her concerned hands. “Me and Dunbar? Get along? I happen to be a big fan of our relationship. I hate him and he hates me. It’s perfect.”

           Kira pursed her lips as she shimmed into her shorts. “That’s nice, but… do you really hate him?”

           “Well…” I thought it over. Kira was my best friend; I told her everything. I figured this was no different. It wasn’t like she was going to go squealing to anyone. “I mean, yeah, he pisses me off a lot, but… sometimes he’s funny. And he’s definitely not ugly. But you didn’t hear that from me, got it?”

           Hesitantly, Kira nodded. “Okay, but… I mean, no offense, but I think it would make the team more of a team if you tried to focus on those things instead of how angry he makes you and maybe attempted to get along. Plus, it would be nice not having to stop him from ripping your throat out.”

           “Hey!” I settled my hands on my hips. “I am more than capable of ripping Dunbar’s throat out if the time comes.”

           “Please,” I jumped, spinning around to see Coach standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. “Just stop, Y/L/N. I don’t want to give up my Sunday for you, too. Just put some clothes on and get out on the field.”

           I pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, Coach, I kinda like this look.” I gestured to my shorts and sports-bra. “It makes me feel much freer.”

           “That only makes me worry. Thank you for making my gray hairs grow faster.” He said sarcastically, shifting his weight while still keeping his eyes covered. “Now get on the field!” Coach left then, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘teenage girls are weird.’

           Kira giggled. When I looked at her and asked, “What?” she only shook her head and tossed me my shirt. I slipped it over my head, and we jogged out.

           Everyone was waiting for us, it seemed. Scott came over with a smile on his face, Stiles and Liam trailing him like always. “Hey guys.” He greeted, nodding to me and pecking Kira’s cheek.

           “Hello.” Stiles said awkwardly, scratching his head under his helmet. I guessed he was playing goalie today.

           “Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Liam muttered. I smirked and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder, retailing with, “You don’t have to thank me. Just know you’re welcome.” Liam was about to get his revenge when Coach blew sharply on his whistle and told us to take a few laps.

           Kira, Stiles, and I all jogged at the same pace while Liam and Scott ran up ahead. “So, Kira, did it work?” Stiles panted.

           “Did what work?” I asked.

           “Oh,” Stiles faltered. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask with you right there.”

           “Maybe you should tell me what the hell you’re talking about, Stilinski.”

           “Alright!  Hey, no need to bust out the last names. We’re cool; we’re good here.”

           Kira rolled her eyes. “He’s talking about the talk we had in the locker room. About Liam. And maybe you and him working out your differences.”

           My mouth dropped open. “You put her up to that?” I almost screamed. I knew people were looking, but I didn’t care.

           Stiles gestured for me to quiet down. “No need to raise your voice, little one! We had the same talk with Liam in the guys’ locker room.”

           Bitterly, I asked, “Well? What? Same results?”

           Raising his eyebrows, he looked over at Kira. “Depends on what you said, Y/N.”

           Gasping, I smacked Kira’s arm. “Don’t you even think about selling me out!” I warned. She gave me a cool look before suggesting, “Well, then, maybe you should tell Stiles what you said. It’s you or me.”

           “I don’t want to tell Stiles!” I whined. “He’s just going to blab to Scott who will blab to Dunbar.”

           “Nonsense!” Stiles protested. “I am a trustworthy guy. I won’t tell Scott; I’ll tell Lydia. Who will probably tell Liam directly.”

           It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’m done with this conversation. Kira, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell him crap.” Then I took off at full speed, shooting past and weaving through groups of guys. Being the smallest person on the team had its advantage- I was the fastest. Another thing that pissed Dunbar off about me.

           Because I could, as I sprinted past Scott and Dunbar, I shouted, “On your left!”

           “Go to hell!”  Dunbar yelled. I just laughed, “See you there, babe!”

           This went on for the next three laps: I would pass Dunbar, say something to him that would piss him off, and then zip on right ahead of him. On the fifth and final lap, when I came up behind him, I made a very dumb, split-second decision. I smacked Dunbar right on the ass before sprinting as fast and hard as I could.

           “That’s it.” I heard him growl.  Scott warned, “No, Liam, don’t-” But I guessed he didn’t listen. I didn’t bother looking back; I was almost at the stopping point. My lungs and legs burned, and the back of neck was sticky with sweat.

           Something hit my back, and then I was rolling. People started yelling, but I couldn’t really make out what they were saying over the blood rushing through my ears.

           Dunbar glared down at me, and I fixed him with a fiery stare. “What the hell is your problem?” I screeched in his face, trying to worm my way out from underneath his body. His hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them to the ground beside me.

           “You’re my problem!” He barked. Breathing heavily, I brought my legs up to the point my feet touched my butt. Using my hips, I thrust upwards and to the side, dumping him off of me. The move obviously took him by surprise.

           I was just about to start wailing on him when someone picked me up around the waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I recognized those damn shoes. “Stiles!” I pounded on his back. “Put me down!”

           Stiles shook me slightly. “Um, no? Why would I do that? You guys are trying to kill each other! Again!

           “Stiles!” I thrashed against him, but nothing seemed to faze him. Suddenly tired, I let my arms hang limply, stretching towards the ground. Through Stiles’s legs, I could see Scott chewing Liam out. Kira came to his side, speaking quietly in Scott’s ear. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying because everyone was running over and yelling.

           Coach somehow overpowered them all. “Separate them! Stilinski, take Y/L/N over there! This has got to stop! McCall, you’re- taking Dunbar to the showers again. Fine. Whatever. Everyone, settle down! Take another lap to get all of that excitement out of your system.”

           Grunting, Stiles set me down. I watched Scott disappear into the school with Dunbar and Kira. I looked at Stiles, and then back at the doors. Stiles seemed to catch on. “No no no no no. Y/N, don’t you dare-”

           It was too late. I sprinted for the doors, ignoring Coach’s yells and Stiles’s promised shouts, “I’ll get her Coach! I’ve got her! You just go back to… coaching…”

           I knew that Stiles was sprinting after me- and that skinny bastard could move when he wanted to- so I pushed myself, throwing the door open and running as fast as I could for the boys’ locker room. As I pounded through the entry way, I could see shadows in the corner, and water running. Was the shower on?

           I skidded to a stop, peeking my head around the corner.

           Dunbar was puffing under a constant stream of water, back against the wall, eyes closed. Scott was squatting beside him; Kira was standing on his other side. “This has got to stop, dude.” Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re putting her in danger.”

           “Don’t you think I know that?” His eyes flashed open, a furious golden tint to them. “But she’s just so… and I can’t… and it pisses me off!” Dunbar slammed his fist into the tile, completely shattering it. Bits and pieces shot up, scattering all around him. “It’s like I can’t control myself around her! I get so angry because I can’t…” His voice caught in his throat. He shook his head. “And then I do something stupid…”

           Kira stroked his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “We know, Liam. Calm down. We’re going to figure something out.”

           “You guys keep saying that.” He closed his eyes again. In that moment, I found him… very nice looking. His gray shirt was soaked, clinging to his toned chest. Droplets slid down his neck; his hair looked darker, messy. His full lips were pink and inviting.

           “Because it’s true!” Kira insisted.

           Scott sighed. “Did you talk to her?” His mocha eyes were wide and earnest.

           Tentatively, Kira nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t want me to tell you.” When Scott gave her a look, she threw her hands up. “Hey, she is my best friend!”  

           I didn’t realize that Stiles had caught up until he announced, “Yeah, your best friend that part-times as a peeping tom!”


So I got caught. Dunbar was pissed, Kira was pissed, Scott was pissed, Stiles was pissed, Coach was pissed… everyone was ticked off.

           “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” Coach was beet red as he ranted in my face, “but that was the stupidest thing I had ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot, thanks to Greenberg.”

           Yawning, I watched the other players pick up their stuff and head to the locker rooms. “Coach, I’m pretty much immune to scolding. I’ve been bitched out three times today now. You might as well save your breath because I’m just tuning you out.”

           Coach sputtered.

           “Not trying to be disrespectful.” I tacked on at the end, hoping it wasn’t too late.

           “Well that was a nice save.” Coach waved his clipboard behind him. “Go ahead and meet Dunbar in the weight room. I left the equipment and cleaning supplies in there. I’ll be in my office. And if you two decide to fight, I won’t break it up. I’ll let you kill each other. I’m getting too old for this.” With that, Coach stalked back into the building.  


The weight room was exactly what it sounded like- it was a square building with one room that was filled with weights. There wasn’t any air-conditioning, and it always smelled like butt.

           Dunbar was already seated on the side of a treadmill, furiously wiping the inside of a helmet. “Nice of you to show up.” He snickered.

           “Yeah, well, I was getting my ass chewed. Does that make you feel any better?”

           “Loads.” He threw the can of Clorox wipes at me. “I’ve already started on the helmets. You wanna do the pads?”

           “If you lace up the sticks.” I consented. With an eye roll, he nodded. We worked in silence for the longest time, cleaning and fixing the gear. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Why weren’t we bickering? How come he was so quiet? What was he thinking about?

           Coach poked his head in. “It’s too quiet.” Dunbar and I just looked at each other. “I don’t believe this. It’s too weird. A little bit of yelling never hurt anybody.”

           Once he had left, Dunbar turned to me. “How much did you hear earlier?” He looked at me with his intense blue eyes. “Back in the locker room, I mean.”

           I mulled over my options. I could either lie or tell the truth. I figured that the truth would piss him off the most, so that’s what I told him. “You were talking about how angry I make you. Scott said that you were putting me in danger, and then you said that you couldn’t do something, and that it made you lose control. It made you really angry.”

           Dunbar ran his hand over his face. “Why did you even come in there, Y/N?” He sounded tired. Not upset in the slightest. Damn.

           I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was mad after you tackled me, and wanted to see why you always escape to the locker room with Scott.”

           He let out a puff of air, laying back across the treadmill. His shirt lifted a tad to reveal his stomach. “Okay, well, don’t do it again, alright?” I didn’t say anything. Dunbar laid there for a little while longer. Then he sat up abruptly. “You done with yours?”

           Nodding, I set the last elbow pad down. “Just finished.”

           He held open one of the bags and I began to stuff equipment inside. Once we had finished with that, we stowed everything away in the storage closet, and went to tell Coach that we were done.

           “Oh, you’re still alive.” He looked us over briefly before returning to whatever he was working on. “Go change out of your clothes; you both smell. Be here tomorrow at seven thirty. You’re going to be trying out some of these military workouts I found on YouTube the other day. I suggest eating a light breakfast.”

           Dreading tomorrow, Dunbar and I went our separate ways. The janitor was mopping up the girls’ locker room when I walked inside. “Hi.” I greeted softly. She just nodded and stepped out.

           I had just slipped into my clothes- thankfully- when the door swung open. In the threshold was a red-cheeked Dunbar, gripping his change of clothes with a sour expression.

           “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “This is the girls’ locker room.”

           “The boys’ locker room is closed. Coach just left and the janitor locked up.”

           “Really?” I crossed my arms. “How did you get your clothes then?”

           “I left them sitting out. The janitor was putting them in the lost and found when I caught up to her.”

           “Okay. Why can’t you change in the bathroom?”

           “Because they’re all locked.”

           “Just drive home in your gym clothes. It won’t kill you, I promise.”

           “No. I’m changing now.” Dunbar threw his clothes on the bench and yanked off his shirt. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on tying my shoes.

           Alright, I couldn’t help it. I kept sneaking peeks at him, watching his arms flex as he moved, back rippling, veins standing out along his arms and hands. It was confusing. He made me so angry, but at the same time…

           “What are you looking at?” I snapped out of it instantly, blinking. Dunbar had his shirt and jeans on now. “Do you like me or something?” He teased, shifting his weight on his sock-covered feet.

           I blanched. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t flatter yourself. Besides, I think you like me.” I smirked, feeling quite accomplished.

           “No, I’m pretty sure that you like me.” Dunbar sneered. “Maybe that’s why you like to push my buttons so much.”

           “You definitely like me.” I stood up, edging my way towards him. “Did you like having me under you earlier?”

           Dunbar stepped up to the plate; we were almost chest to chest. “Not as much as you did. ‘Cause you like me. I drive you crazy. Your heart beats faster whenever I’m around, and you don’t even realize it.”

           I put a finger on his chest to accentuate my point. “You like me, and it pisses you off because you think that you can’t have me.”

           He shook his head. “I don’t think; I know.” He looked at the ground between us. “It wouldn’t be safe for you.”

           “What, because you’ve got an I.E.D.? That’s stupid.” I cocked my head to the side as my voice took on a much softer quality. “Liam…”

           His blue eyes met mine. “You’ve never called me that before.” He whispered.

           I wrinkled my nose. “What?”

           “You’ve never called me ‘Liam’ before. I’m always ‘Dunbar’.”

           “Oh,” I watched him chew on his lip. “I never noticed that.”

           “Yeah, well, I always do.”

           We didn’t say anything for what felt like the longest time. My heart was pounding in my ears at our close proximity. I could feel every breath he took, almost. It was hot- sweltering, even. I could feel my cheeks blazing.

           “Y/N?” Liam murmured. “Be honest with me for a second. What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

           “I would kiss you back.” I answered, blatantly honest. I didn’t have it in me to put up any pretenses; I was too captivated in the way his lips moved, wondering how they would feel and taste. “I’m not rude.”

           “Okay.” He breathed, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “So, I’m going to kiss you now.”

           “Because you like me.” His tongue darted out to wet his nervous lips.

           “Only because you like me.”

           “That doesn’t make any sense.” I said, breathless. Our lips brushed each other as he spoke. “It sounded a lot better in my head.”

           That’s when I lost it. My patience, that is. My fingers knotted in his hair, pitching him forward. The second our lips met I sucked in a deep breath, molding my body to his, holding him as close to me as I could. Liam’s hands left my face to grip my hips and then slid down to my ass, squeezing, indulging in the soft supple skin. I bit down on his lower lip, earning a hiss.

           “Too soon?” He panted as his hands retreated to their position on my hips.

           “Bingo.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on his rosy lips.

           “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Just had to get you back for slapping my ass earlier.”

           I giggled. “Then I better have the opportunity to pin you down sometime.”

           “I am so okay with that.” Liam grinned, giving me a softer, more sensual kiss. I cupped his jaw, stretching on my tip toes, allowing his arms to wind around me, tugging me closer.

           “What the hell?” We both jerked away to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, red-faced Coach Finstock.

           Blushing, I shoved Liam’s chest. He didn’t even budge. “I thought you said that he was gone!”

           “I was!” Coach held up his coffee mug. “I forgot this. Now I’m wishing I had just left it.”

           “Nothing was happening-” Liam started to protest, but Coach cut him off. “Nothing was- Dunbar, you were making out in the locker room!” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “Is this why you two were so quiet earlier? Were you plotting? Maybe going for it on the mats?”

           Laughing, I shook my head. “Oh my God, no, Coach. We literally just found out that we like each other like five minutes ago.”

           Liam grinned. “So you do like me! You just admitted it!”

           “Oh my God, Dunbar, you’re so dense. Obviously I like you, otherwise I wouldn’t have just let you get away with groping my ass.”

           “I think I like it better when you call me Liam.” He said as Coach covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear any more! Go home and do whatever you like, just… not in my locker room, for God’s sake!”


if i were to actually put effort into arting it would look kinda like this. the fett-organa kids, both with and without outlines, for @theloneliestshipper



  • i cant do this today i feel like im woozi biased right now
  • baby would be super happy that he is married to you <33333
  • like he freaks out throughout the wedding
  • the dad that would make his kids listen to music with him watch him compose and go to concerts yEs
  • and the kids will grew up with that tradition theyll just be like “dad have u heard justin’s new album!!!!!” and jihoon will get excited “YES OMG” and theyll go fanatic together cute sight!!!!
  • im sorry i just wanted jihoon to cover love yourself or the feeling or basically anything in general i cANT DO THIS
  • “ok where are u guys going”
  • “to brand new day vol.17!!!!! we’re watching uncle cheol wonwoo mingyu and vernon!!!!” i cant get over hip hop unit on bnd vol.8 someone send help
  • “and youre not taking me with you guys??????”
  • “eheheheh sorrY BABE WE BETTER GO NOW BYE LOVE U”
  • the reason he didnt take u waS BECAUSE THEYRE NOT GOING TO ANY CONCERT theyre just preparing a birthday party for u with the other 12 hOW FUCKIN CUTE
  • jihoon will always team up with their kids to tease u and surprise u and everything literally
  • ok when u tell him ur pregnant tho… . …. “omg….. …i need a moment.. ….ok”
  • and after a few minutes he’s just gonna hug u really tight and say that he is so happy!!!!!!!!!!! “omg im so bad at expressing my feelings bUT IM REALLY HAPPY RN BABY OK”
  • “mini me and you is soon gonna be running around the house”
  • and when you have ur first child he’s gonna cry so muCH OMG JIHOON DONT CRY WHAT ARE U DOING
  • the baby will eventually grow up and he’ll be taking them to the studio and made them sit on his lap that u cANT RESIST TO TAKE ONE PICTURE AND POST IT ON INSTAGRAM OR SOMEWHERE
  • and everyones gonna explode bc they look exactly like a mini version of jihoon
  • “ok dont tell mom im dying ur hair blonde”
  • “but she can see it”
  • “WEAR A HAT”
  • youll find out and tell him its actually ok but kinda mad on why didnt he tell you like you couldve help now all you could think of is how much this kid look like a mini jihoon
  • im sorry for so many cursing in this im in so much pain writing this
  • jihoon will sing them to sleep and sometimes they’d all circle in bed and started making random beats and BOOM it turned into a song
  • he would actually turned it into a real song
  • when he is away he likes to call u for hours just put u on speaker and talk nonsense things like the old days
  • “u know i still want to go to mars”
  • “jihoon thats the 7th time youve said it”
  • “are the kids asleep?”
  • “yes”
  • “hm i wish i was there with u so we can…. .. .. “
  • “we can what”
  • “we can… .. ….you know” IF YOURE PICKING UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN ;;
  • youll think for a while and then it suddenly clicked and jihoon is just like “i miss you so much… …..”
  • loves to take photos of u and the kids and set it as his bg
  • likes to spoil his kids by buying so many toys when he’s away
  • and little dolls
  • you guys have a white and black cat in the house
  • hOT TIMES WITH JIHOON IS ALWAYS THERE ANYTIME not infront of the kids though
  • loves to kiss your knuckles and loves to recieve nose kisses from u and also neck kisses I CAN SEE IT
  • “youre so cut - “
  • likes to shower together with u bc its relaxing no sexual content happened
  • shy jihoon is gone ok maybe its still there a bit but like
  • “you know ive never been good at math but there is like a one in seven billion chance that i would get to meet someone asa perfect as you so that means i had a greater chance of winning the lottery or getting struck by lightning than being so lucky to be in love with you and i guess for once in my life the odds were in my favor omg crazy right?”
  • jihoon pls father my kids
  • ok are you crying yet????? bc i am
  • feel free to contact me anytime to fix anything above and to add things

i got carried away now i am really sad fuck for more husband!au click here

Caught in the Rain


Hikari giggled as she took notice of his now flat hair. She moved over to him and attempted to move the wet hair out of the way a little.
“You know, you look kinda cute like this.” She smiled broadly.

Daisuke felt his cheeks grow surprisingly warm - a nice contrast to how cold the rest of him was from the rain - when he felt her messing with his hair, and listened to her words.

“Do I? Maybe I should spend more time in the rain.” Daisuke grinned at her. “Though… you always look cute.”

                                         "THE CLIQUE"

                          HARRY STYLES MATURE AU FIC (BREAKDOWN)

Okay so after re reading the story I’m not doing a full breakdown for this one because the lead girl kinda narrates the storyline in the beginning anyway. So here’s a brief one!

The first unpublished pilot ( the first chapter of the fic) will be from an AU I wrote last summer called “The Clique”. I knew I wanted to do one were he moved to America and was in school but I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to be a senior in HS, or in college! But obviously if you’ve red “Friday night lights” then you know I settled on the college idea!

The story is centered around 5 wealthy socialites ( Harry, Sam, Tristin, Chelsea, and Ryan) going into there senior year of high school. The group have all been friends for years and have been deemed “The clique” by the various gossip sites/ magazines that love to follow and document there every move.

Harry, who moved to the US with his parents at the age of 13…..And stayed with his mother and step dad in LA until the end of sophomore year. After running into some trouble his mother had him moved to NY for a little over a year to stay with his biological father. Now he’s back, and ready to reclaim his city with his friends, for there last year together before college!

He decides to surprise them by secretly showing up on the first day of school. But not everyone’s as… Excited to see him.

Sam and Harry were secretly… A little more than just befriends…and when he left they didint leave on good terms! So just when she thinks she’s moved on ( has a new boyfriend)….there he is! Still as charming….and even more attractive than she remembered! 

I think this may be one of the stories that actually has 2/3 chapters because I really got into this one!

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Look for it sometime this week! And like I mentioned before I’m uploading old stories to keep my blog active for the next month while I’m traveling for work! So no this is not a full length fanfic! 
(Also it’s kinda ironic because the way I describe Harry…like, I mention he let his hair grow out all over…and almost a year later that’s exactly how he has it!) 
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