Decided to make one of these so that everyone knows what has already been requested and make them easier to find as well!
This was seriously a project! This blog has been running for barely two months and I already have so much material! So, thank you guys for that! I will do my best to update this list regularly as I answer more requests!
Not So Boring: Part 2 (Riverdale & Teen Wolf) ~ Jughead Jones
“So wait…let me get this straight.” Jughead pointed to me, “You and your cousin are banshees,” He then pointed at Isaac, “you’re a legit werewolf,” he then points over to Stiles who was balancing spoons on his nose, “and you’re…” He trailed off.
“An idiot.” Isaac finished, causing Stiles to punch him in the shoulder only to injure himself.
We had just explained to Jughead about the supernatural and why we were really in in Riverdale after he took us to this nice little diner, with awesome milkshakes.
“Well he’s taking it a lot better than Liam did.” Stiles thought aloud and Isaac and I nodded as we thought back to when the baby beta had first become a werewolf.
“Wait. Who’s Liam?” Jughead questioned from the other side of the booth.
I rolled my eyes, “He’s another beta, like Liam. But he was turned by Scott, by accident…kind of.”
“Hey, Jughead…” A new feminine voice called out as we turned in the booth, towards the sound to see a black haired girl, a blonde haired girl, and a red-headed boy walking towards us. “Hey, new people. I’m Veronica Lodge, nice to meet you.” The black haired girl introduced, I smiled politely at her.
Veronica then pointed to the other girl who waved slightly, “This is Betty,” and then over at the boy, “and this is Archie.”
“I’m (Y/N), this is Stiles, and Isaac.” As I introduced my two friends I noticed Issac’s eyes seemed to be kept on Betty the entire time, he was watching her with soft eyes and wonder. The Lahey boy then sniffed the air, looking around.
“I smell something.” He muttered to Stiles and I causing our eyes to widen.
“What is it?” Stiles asked through a fake smile while looking at the Riverdale residents.
Isaac sniffed again, “I can’t make it out entirely. It smells like…like salt.” The three of us exchanged glances knowing we had to go and figure out where the scent was coming from.
“Hey, Stiles. Don’t we have to go and call Scott? Make sure everything is okay with him?” I asked aloud, trying to get us a gateway out of here.
“Oh yeah,” Stiles stuttered, he was a terrible liar. “The accident was hard on him.”
Betty frowned slightly while Jughead looked at us suspiciously, “Oh no. What happened?”
Isaac, Stiles, and I traded glances before Stiles and Isaac yelled out,
“He fell down the stairs.”
“He was in a fire.”
I mentally face palmed.
The two boys glared at each other before Isaac spoke again, clearing his throat, “He fell down a flight of stairs.”
“Into a fire!” Stiles quickly added, I wanted to tape his mouth shut.
Isaac gritted his teeth as he looked down at the three high schoolers, “Yes, Scott fell down the stairs…into a fire.”
I nodded, “And that’s why we need to call him. ASAP.”
“So we’ll just be right back.” Stiles said as we stood up, scooting out of the booth, the Riverdale kids watching us curiously.
“It was nice meeting you.” I addressed the three, catching Jughead’s eye as he frowned.
“See ya!” Stiles said, before practically running out of the building, Isaac and I quickly following him.
I hit Stiles on the back of his head as soon as we got outside.
“Ow! (Y/N)!” The Stilinski boy whined, cradling the back of his head.
“A fire? Really?” I questioned the boy, frowning as Isaac sniffed the air, before catching the salty scent.
“This way!” He yelled before taking off, his blonde curls bouncing, Stiles and I hot on his heels.
Hey guys I know this is my TWD blog but I watched 13 Reasons Why and that really made me want to write about it. But I just want to see how my imagine goes before I think further. So whoever wants to read it, can read it and the rest of you can just ignore this pist. Hopefully I will be back with TWD soon, writers block on TWD stuff sucks :/
Liberty High. Home of
the Tigers and therefore home of my boyfriend’s team.
Zachary Dempsey and I have
been a couple for few month now and even after Hannah’s death and her
tapes, nothing could tear us apart. I understood, why Zach did
what he did and I sure as hell wasn’t thrilled about it but it
happened and he feels sorry for what he did. Because he knows that
it was part of Hannah’s suicide after all.
But she is dead and she’ll
never come back and it’s horrible because no one should be treated like that: But Zach decided to get over it and go on with his life,
just more careful about his actions now.
“So, you coming to the
game tonight?”, Jessica walks by my side as we enter the school and
I grin a little while I make my way over to my locker. “You bet
I am. Wanna hear a secret? If he plays well tonight, Dempsey is
getting a very personal reward.”, Jessica raises an eyebrow before
she bursts out in laughing and walks to her locker with me. “You’re
nasty, Kate. I don’t even wanna know what you’re doing with Zach.”,
she laughs and I wipe some hair out of my face. “Yeah, because
you and Justin always keep it personal, right?”, I laugh and
together we walk over to the classroom where Zach is already waiting
“Ugh, I’ll give you two
a minute.”, Jess laughs before she enters and Zach wraps her arms
around my waist to pull me closer. “Morning beautiful.”, he
smiles and I can’t help it but blush a little before he presses his
lips against mine.
This is the kind of kiss
that I can feel in my bones and I almost freak out because we have to
got to class right now.
“Dempsey you’re making
me horny.”, I laugh as he kisses my neck. But the moment doesn’t
last long because Mr. Porter lets out a cough and we enter the
classroom with a huge grin on our faces.
“You guys are
disgusting. Get a room or something.”, Justin laughs and I shake my
head as I take my seat next to Zach. As usual he pulls me close so
that I can lean against him, while his arms are wrapped around me.
After what seemed like an eternity, class was finally dismissed for the day. You look down at your notebook and was a little upset to find that your notes were suddenly lacking near the last half of the lecture due to how distracted you were.
So she finds herself practically squeaking in the middle of the street, because Alex is just… Alex is everything.
And here she is, slinking her hand through Maggie’s arm, calling them that couple, and it’s perfect, and Maggie says as much, because it is perfect, because Alex is perfect, but then her stomach drops, and nothing, nothing, nothing is perfect anymore.
“Emily?” she calls, because she can’t help it, because it was years ago, but it was for five years years ago, and because god, god, god, she knew they were lesbians in rain boots and carrying yoga mats but she didn’t realize they signed up to be on an episode of The flipping L Word.
“Maggie,” is all she says, and she remembers that look, she remembers that voice, like it was yesterday, like everything was yesterday.
“Uh – “ Emily starts, and Maggie starts at the same time.
“Are – are you, um, back in town?” Because she’d only left because of Maggie.
Only left because of those stupid, drunken nights, those stupid, fucked up mistakes.
Those stupid, reckless blunders – because Emily was starting to talk about getting married, because Emily was starting to talk about Maggie being the one, and no, no, no, that couldn’t happen because no, no, no, it couldn’t be real, it was too good to be true, how could it ever be true, she’s just a fucked up kid from nowhere Nebraska with more scar tissue than skin – that ruined everything, everything, everything.
Just like she always does.
“Yeah. Yeah, just for the week. I’m staying at the Baldwin.”
Of fucking course she’s staying at the Baldwin.
The Baldwin, where Maggie had taken those women, during that awful week, that stupid week, that self-destructive, hey-baby-my-girlfriend’s-out-of-town week, to crash, to drink, to fuck away the terror of being loved, because she’d only leave in the end anyway, because everyone did.
Might as well speed it along.
Or at least get some release out of it.
Of course she’s staying at the fucking Baldwin.
“Oh. Okay.” She forces a smile and she closes her mouth and she stares, because she doesn’t deserve to be happy, and Emily was right, she was right, and she was right to take that little dig, that little reminder that you cheated, that you’re a terrible person, that you could never be happy because you don’t know what happiness actually feels like, because I was always at arms length all these years, wasn’t I, you don’t deserve to be happy because hell, Maggie, you don’t even want to be.
“Hi! I’m Alex.”
Alex’s voice makes her jump slightly, and the pit in her stomach grows. Something she didn’t know was possible.
“Oh, I’m sorry. This is my – my girlfriend, Alex.”
Her voice softens when she says her name, because her name is her only anchor right now.
Her name is her only anchor.
But it shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be because god, god, god, she doesn’t deserve it.
And she certainly doesn’t deserve Emily seeing the way Maggie’s found herself another white girl with kind of red hair, the way she knows they look perfect together. Emily doesn’t deserve that.
And Maggie doesn’t deserve an anchor.
“I’m Emily, nice to meet you.”
Maggie knows that tone, even after all these years; that tone, that face. The rushedness of her words, the curtness, but the politeness.
Knows she’s in pain.
And god, she thought she couldn’t hate herself more than she already did, but she can still stir that up in Emily, and god, what if one day she does that to Alex?
Not to Alex.
It was years ago. She was a kid. She was… she has no excuse.
But not to Alex.
“We used to date,” she tosses up her hand, because what else is there to say, and from Alex’s “oh” and little hand clap, she knows Alex already knew, knows Alex already detected, but hearing it out loud is probably giving her a pit in her stomach something akin to what’s roiling in Maggie’s.
Another thing to hate herself for.
“It’s been – “ Maggie starts.
“A lotta years.”
Three years, about eight months, give or take a couple of weeks.
Emily’s eyes rake her body and she remembers the sex they had – the wild, unrestrained, loud, rough sex, in the Baldwin, because Emily wanted her to fuck her one last time, wanted her to fuck her like she’d fucked those other girls, where she’d fucked those other girls – and she knows, she knows, that Emily’s thinking about it, too.
Knows because of the way her voice drops like it always had when she was thinking about sex when she says, “We should catch up sometime.”
Maggie almost splutters, but manages not to. “Sure, yeah. That would – that would be good. Sometime.”
The ground. Alex. Her anchor.
Doesn’t deserve an anchor.
The ground again.
Back to Emily’s face. Emily’s face that had been tear-stained and angry the last time she’d seen it, when she’d begged for forgiveness, knowing she didn’t deserve it, not knowing if she really even wanted it.
“I should go. Let you guys get up to whatever you’ve got going on, but it was really good to see you.”
“You too,” Maggie answers, a little too quickly. A little too quickly because god, this hurts.
“Uh, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, yeah.”
She turns to Alex – oh, Alex, Alex, still playing with her hands, because she doesn’t know what else to do with them when they’re not around Maggie’s body, when they’re not holding a gun – and she starts walking away, because she needs scotch. Preferably sooner than later.
But Alex stops her. “What about tonight?”
“What, she wants to catch up, we don’t have any plans.”
Maggie’s stomach sinks again, and her heart starts racing, and now she thinks she needs a Klonopin instead of a scotch.
“No, I can’t, come on, it’s cold – “
“Hey, do you see how cool I’m being about that?” She can’t help but smile, because this nerd. This nerd.
She doesn’t deserve this nerd.
“I mean, come on.”
She doesn’t think. She just does.
“Emily. Do you wanna have dinner with us tonight?”
A long pause, during which Maggie wants to disappear into the wet concrete.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. I have the same email, just… let me know where.”
Maggie nearly throws up at the mention of the same email – the same email that they’d sent countless letters from, countless dirty pictures, countless everything – but she knows she deserves it.
She couldn’t be more grateful when Alex answers for her.
Alex puts her arm around her as they turn again. “See, that wasn’t so bad.”
It was, it was, it was.
But Alex had said “we.” We. Us. Alex and Maggie.
She isn’t going anywhere.
And Maggie isn’t going to fuck this up.
Even if she doesn’t deserve the woman kissing her cheek as they walk, asking what kind of food Emily likes, and where she thinks they should go tonight.
I got tagged by @dklem to show my phone background, the last song I listened to and a selfie! Thanks for that!
Yeah you can see a pattern in the phone backgrounds about the stuff I like….and yes I did the purple picture with shiro myself and I liked it
And Outro:Wings has been the song I listened to almost 24/7 lately bc its just so damn inspiring to work hard (like almost every song by BTS)
The selfie is from last summer and with mY LITTLE BROTHER LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS HE WANTED US TO DO THE PEACE SIGN AND TRIED SO HARD TO COPY ME AND CHECK IF HE IS DOING IT RIGHT I just have a lot of emotions about this picture
Cuddling while someone's crying, Kristanna. And congrats on all the followers! X
Single daddy!Kristoff and nurse!Anna?
“Daddy, it hurts!”
“It’s okay, pumpkin, the nurse here will wrap it for you and then you’ll be fine, okay?” Kristoff’s heart ached at the sight of his daughter’s tear-stained cheeks, her lips turned down in a perfect pout.
“You’ll be fine, sweetheart! See? All better!” the red-haired nurse beamed at the little girl, as she finished bandaging up her wound. Remarkably, she had stopped crying, wiping at her tears as she looked in wonder at her bandaged wound.
Kristoff felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you, nurse-”
“It’s Anna. You can call me Anna.” their eyes met, and Kristoff couldn’t remember ever seeing blue eyes sparkle like hers did.
“Thank you, Anna.” he cleared his throat, suddenly flustered. “How do you feel, pumpkin, you okay?”
His daughter pursed her lips for a moment, looked at Anna. “I think I need a hug.” Kristoff moved towards her, but she shook her head. “Not from you, from her.” She pointed to Anna.
“Of course, honey.” Anna wrapped her arms around the little girl, shooting Kristoff a sympathetic look.
“You can hug us too, daddy.”
“Uh, well, I don’t think-”
“HUG US!” the little girl demanded, and Kristoff knew not to argue. He awkwardly wrapped one arm around Anna, who only regarded him sheepishly, and the other around his daughter.
“This is nice.” the little girl sighed. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but he had to agree.
Rewatching the scene where Jon and Sansa reunites again, I think my favorite moment is that step back that Jon takes, when he realises who she is, and HIS HAND CURLS INTO A FIST. It's such a little thing, but he KNOWS he shouldn't reach for things he wants, he KNOWS (look at what happened with Ygritte and at Hardhome and with men he thought were his Brothers). So he lets her make a move and when she throws herself into his arms he almost buckles and it's like she grounds him into his body. -H.
The devil is in the details in that scene. Yes, I love the step back and the hand curl. Like he almost has to detach himself for a second from what is happening, what he’s seeing. The red-haired girl turns around, and all of a sudden long-buried memories of Winterfell, of his childhood, his brothers, his father, Arya, it all comes back to him—in the form of the sister he was the least close to, but even so, seeing her familiar but battered face is just too overwhelming and he breaks for a second. Such a small gesture, but it conveys a lot of Jon’s current vulnerable state of mind.
And the hug, I like how they took advantage of the height difference between the actors so that it looks like Jon lifts Sansa up in his arms, and Sansa’s weight as well as her cloak nearly engulfs him in the process.
“I’m Lydia Branwell envoy from the Clave,” your older sister announces as you enter the Institute of New York. You said behind her with your beefy bodyguard Chris unbeknownst to her.
“And I’m (Y/N) Branwell stowaway from the Clave,” you add making your older sister whip around and gape. “Oh and this is Chris my bodyguard.”
“(Y/N) you aren’t supposed to be here,” Lydia hisses and you grin.
“Yeah I know, I’m supposed to be at home in my gilded cage practicing with my abilities,” you say and brush past her to the Shadowhunters who are all staring in shock. “I’m (Y/N), you are?”
“Alec Lightwood, this is my little brother Max,” a tall dark haired man introduces.
“Nice to meet you! Now could you point me in the direction of a free room where I might stay?” Alec stares at you numbly and nods.
“Sure follow me,” he mumbles and leads you from the entrance leaving your sister in shock.
“Oh Chris I love this place,” you exclaim and clap your hands excitedly. The room Alec lead you to is large and fancy.
“Lady (Y/N) can I ask why you decided to come here?” Chris questions disregarding your cheer.
“Chris you and I both know what they wanted from me, I had to get away from that,” you growl and Chris frowns. The Clave had a very steep request from you, one you didn’t care to do.
“I would not have let them do that,” Chris insists and you cross your arms. “I am loyal to you not the Clave.”
“I know Chris I still had to leave. Besides that I’ve been dying to get out and use my powers to fight!” you shout and your riding anger makes the light on the bedside table shatter.
“Careful (Y/N),” Chris warns and you roll your eyes.
“Yeah I know. Come on Chris lets go check out this place,” you huff and leave the room in a rush.
The Institute is more crowded than you imagined and every person seems to know who you are.
It makes sense they do, you’re the Claves precious little doll and all Shadowhunters know who you are.
You became sacred to the Clave when you first used your powers in public. You have strong telekinesis making you a particularly gifted Shadowhunter so the Clave locked you away and has been training you ever since. You’ve never actually fought before of course.
In the center of the Institute there is a hub of tools meant for missions and demon hunting.
That’s where you see Alec, a girl who looks strikingly similar to him, and a red haired girl. They are speaking tersely and frantically.
“Alec!” you sing song and skip up. “Introduce me to your friends please? I want to know everyone and see everything! Please also take me on an unsanctioned mission I wanna know what fighting is like!” you rattle off while Chris stands stoically behind you.
“Alec who is this?” the red head asks.
“This is (Y/N) Branwell, she snuck away from the Clave and came here with her sister. (Y/N) this is my sister Isabelle and Clary Fray,” Alec explains and you smile wider.
“Clary Fray! I’ve been dying to meet you! Idris is buzzing with all the crazy things you’ve done! It’s been a long time since anything different has happened in the Shadow World. Oh sorry Isabelle I got carried away, it’s so nice to meet you!” you chirp and bounce on your feet.
“Pleasure, uh why do you want to go on unsanctioned missions? Aren’t you like the Clave’s little angel?” Isabella inquires with a raised eyebrow.
“More like caged angel, this is the first time I’ve ever been anywhere besides my Clave guarded home. I’ve been training for ages to fight but I never have. I want to stretch my powers and make a difference! I’ve been given a gift and I want to help,” you explain desperately. The Lightwoods and Clary all seem relatively understanding so you continue. “Now I can get Lydia off yours backs about he unsanctioned missions if you take me on one.”
“I like her,” Isabella declares with a smirk and you blush. “Stick around (Y/N), we can take you on a mission.”
“Great!” you squeal. “I love this place already!”
Later you manage to find your way to the training room so you sit and watch Alec and Hodge spar.
They seem evenly matched to you but it’s still fun to watch. Chris is next to you dutifully as always.
A loud crash from the wall makes everyone jump at turn to face it.
A forsaken warrior has busted through the wall and swings a mace at Alec. Alec being caught off guard takes a hit to the shoulder.
Chris shoves you behind him and pulls a seraph blade from his pocket.
Hodge holds the forsaken in combat keeping him away from you.
This is your chance! Breathing in sharply you focus your energy and holding up your hands you lash out.
You throw the Forsaken into the wall with one hand and while you hold him there you use your free hand to grab the mace away. With the mace you lift it up and repeatedly bring it down on the struggling forsaken until it stops moving. Then you lower your hand and let the beast fall to the ground dead.
Alec and Hodge stare in shock but Chris only smirks.
“Sorry I didn’t get it before it hit you,” you apologize after a moment.
“That’s fine,” Alec breathes out. “So that’s why the Clave keeps you locked away.”
“Yeah, and why I have a bodyguard,” you answer sheepishly. “I’m a valuable weapon for them.”
Hodge ignores us and drags the body of the forsaken away without saying a word to me.
“You aren’t a weapon, you’re a person,” Alec states and you smile.
“The only people I’ve ever met that think that way are you and Chris. So thank you,” you murmur and pat his arm gently. “Lets get you patched up.”
You’re starting to think this place can be a new chapter for you.
That hard process of creating something aka me trying to write (nevermind those worn out jeans). I finally dyed my hair again (I fucking looooove this color and now it’s even more
than before! ) and maybe that gave some inspiration and I almost finished my 5th short story. Tho I had (and still have) a terrible headache…