the way his voice breaks

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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Bughead moments...

There was so much content in this episode:

That opening scene!

  • The way they are hanging out in her room before breakfast
  • Betty once again confiding in Jughead and him assuring her that she did nothing wrong
  • Jughead’s little “come here” and his freaking smile
  • Betty cupping his face
  • Jughead’s hand on her leg!
  • Betty’s angry face as her mom interupts 
  • The way that Alice Cooper is so incredibly chill with Jughead. She hates all of Betty’s friends, but doesn’t blink an eye when she so obviously interrupts them kissing
  • Alice not being afraid to talk in front of Jughead, it’s almost like she’s already treating his as one of the family

The break room scene

  • The way that Jughead settles next to Betty on the chair even though that room is filled with furniture.
  • Betty immediatly leaning up against him
  • I love seeing that they are so comfortable with each other in front of their friends

Confronting Cheryl scene

  • Couple power walk
  • Betty looking to Jughead for support and his little nod
  • The way that Jughead watches her, he is so proud of how she stands up for herself and her sister
  • Their multiple glances throughout the entire conversation. They always seem to say so much without any words.
  • Jughead’s intense “CHERYL” when she teases about not giving the message. Protective boyfriend mode activated.
  • Jughead putting his arm around Betty and nodding as if to say “It’s all going to be okay.”

The Hug scene

  • Oh my god this entire scene
  • Betty once again choosing Jughead as the person who she confides in about her family and all of the craziness
  • Jughead trying to use sarcasm to lighten the mood and calm Betty down (as he has successfully done in the past…”we’re all crazy”) But immediatly getting serious when he realizes that isn’t going to work this time
  • Jughead’s look of alarm when Betty talks about the Coopers not existing anymore
  • JUGHEAD’S MONOLOGUE TELLING BETTY TO NOT GIVE UP. Have you ever heard something more beautiful?
  • How his voice gets so strong when he talks about her being stronger than all of the white noise
  • The way his voice breaks when he says “Don’t let go”. He might be thinking about his own family and how his mom let go and how he wasn’t able to keep them together. He doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Betty and he knows that she is strong enough to stop it.
  • That collar grab!!! That killed me.
  • Betty taking Jughead’s words to heart and assuring him that she won’t let go.
  • The hug! How Betty holds him so tightly and how he reaches one hand up to hold her head.

The Mama Cooper Scene

  • First of all, I just love how Betty brings Jughead with her for support wherever she goes. 
  • The fact that Jughead has now been in the Cooper’s house at least 4 times that we have seen.
  • Jughead inviting her mom to write at the Blue and Gold…oh my god. Betty looked to him to ask, so was he the one who came up with the idea?
  • Mama Cooper and Jughead’s interactions in this scene are so easygoing. She obviously approves of him and he is obviously comfortable with her.

The ending scene

  • Okay, but the fact that Archie goes to Betty and Jughead because he knows that they are the two most likely people to actually do something about this information warms my heart.
  • I love how Betty and Jughead are immediatly on the same page with suspecting Hiram Lodge.
  • Archie looks confused when Jughead starts writing something, but Betty already knows what he is doing.
  • Look how excited those two dorks get at a new possible suspect. They barely refrain from jumping up and down in joy.
  • Also, I love that Jughead is the one who wrote all of the names on the board. He loves the idea of a murder board so much and I’m sure our little extra boy loves putting a new name up.
  • I just love our two dorky sleuths okay?

nanlicia  asked:

for soft prompts, what r ur thoughts about nurseydex's first kiss happening up in the reading room after 2am?? i hope u feel better!! <3

i love this idea so much?? thank you!!

Dex was pretty sure that Nursey was asleep. His eyes had been closed for the past 10 minutes and his chest was rising slow and even and he wasn’t fidgeting with his phone case or his bracelet or the edge of his shirt. He was still, and it felt like the world was still around them.

They were lying on their backs, side by side, and the Haus was quiet underneath them and the kegster that they’d crawled onto the roof to escape had clearly died down and the sky was dark and vast above them, but Dex wasn’t focusing on any of that. Dex was focusing on Nursey, and the freckly by his ear and the stubble on his chin and the faint bags under his eyes, and the small smile growing on his face that told Dex that maybe Nursey wasn’t sleeping after all.

“I can feel you staring at me, William,” Nursey said, not opening his eyes, as Dex felt his cheeks turn bright red.

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#is she? #the way his voice is breaking here #he can’t even say the alternative #because what if it was all a lie #what if she just pretended the whole time #he doesn’t know what’s real and what’s part of the manipulations anymore #just kill me now

When You Sleep

(title from the song “When You Sleep” by Mary Lambert)

Word count: 985

Author: ace-of-babes-98/AlteanPools (both me, whatever)

Pairing: Klance (voltron legendary defender) although it could be considered just platonic??

rating: e (fluffy fluff fluff!)

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Lance is a light sleeper. Without his headphones, even the smallest noises can and will wake him up. This isn’t usually a problem - most nights, he has the energy to go through his usual before-bed routine which involves settling into bed with his headphones. The only times he falls asleep without them is after particularly tough missions. On those nights, he’s just too damn tired to bother with any of it, and crashes the moment his head hits the pillow. But, everyone else in the castle is usually just as tired and so there’s not a lot of commotion on those nights. Either way, Lance sleeps pretty peacefully.

Tonight is one of the nights that Lance can’t be bothered to do anything but change out of his day clothes before flopping onto his bed. Their run-in with the Galra today had been an uphill battle and everyone had come out of it exhausted.

At an ungodly hour, there’s a noise in the hallway. Heavy, sleepy footsteps that wake the blue paladin. He lays and listens as the person, whoever it is, stops just outside his door. It’s weird enough that someone is up at this hour, but now they’re just standing outside his room. What the fuck?

He’s about to get up and see what’s going on out there, because it’s grown quiet again and they’re still outside his room, but as he gets out of bed the footsteps move back the way they’d come from. He can hear a bedroom door open, not far from his own room, and close again.

Only one person’s room is that close to his.


He considers asking Keith about it the next morning over breakfast, but ultimately decides not to. Maybe he was just sleep walking?

But Lance is curious. So the next night, he purposefully doesn’t put on his headphones before bed. And sure enough, at about the same time, he’s woken by Keith’s footsteps approaching and then stopping outside his door.

A few minutes pass and then Keith goes back to his own room, leaving Lance a little confused. This doesn’t seem like sleepwalking, but… it could be? Maybe?

This happens most nights for several weeks - in the middle of the night, when everyone else is sound asleep, Keith will come stand outside Lance’s door for a few minutes before returning to his own room.

Finally, Lance has had enough of it. The next time those footsteps approach, Lance opens his door to find Keith looking back at him, a little bewildered.


“What the hell, Keith?”

The blue paladin is ready to have a full on confrontation about this. Keith is 100% awake! What the fuck has he been doing? But he’s stopped in his tracks when he notices the expression on Keith’s face. His eyes are wide and glossy, as if tears are gathering there. He’s shaking and looks very… small. Very afraid, like a frightened kid. He’s got his arms wrapped around himself, as if he’ll shatter to pieces if he lets go.

“Are you okay?” Lance asks instead of whatever angry comment he’d planned. He reaches out to place a hand on the red paladin’s shoulder

“Yeah!” Keith lies, although not well. His voice wavers and he has to swallow hard before speaking. “I’m fine.”

“What’s going on? Why have you been standing outside my room almost every night?”

“You were awake?” Keith is trembling harder now. “It’s dumb.”

“If it’s got you upset it’s not dumb.”

“I’ve been having nightmares. I… I don’t really know what about, but I’ve been waking up r-really panicked.” His voice is cracking, seconds way from breaking. “At first I tried calming down on my own but it didn’t work. So I thought I’d feel better if I just… wasn’t alone. Your room is right here, I thought I could come to you for help. Just so I didn’t have to be by myself.”

“You should have knocked or something instead of standing outside my door, having a panic attack.”

“I would always get this far and then feel really stupid about the whole thing.”

Lance sighs, wrapping an arm around Keith’s shoulders and guiding him into the room. The blue paladin settles back down in his bed, pulling the covers back and and scooting far enough over for another person to fit.

“Well, come on. Let’s get some sleep, Mullet.” He pats the empty mattress next to him.

“You’re serious?” Keith asks, not in his usual “this is a terrible idea” way, but in a “are you really being so nice” way. He is still panicking, standing in Lance’s doorway as the door slides shut behind him.

“Yeah. I’m not going to leave you alone in the hallway like this. I’m not heartless, you know.”

Keith slowly makes his way to the bed, as if uncertain. Then he gets comfy and Lance tucks the blanket around them both.

“Next time you have a nightmare, just come on in and make yourself comfy.” Lance stifles a yawn, tucking an arm around the red paladin’s waist in a protective manner. He presses his cheek to Keith’s shoulder, feeling sleep taking over.

“Thanks, Lance,”

“Yeah. Don’t say I never did anything for you.” he tries to joke, but it falls a little flat since he’s already halfway asleep. He can feel Keith’s form slowly stop trembling as the other boy relaxes.

Keith picks up on the joke anyway, huffing out a tiny, half-laugh. He feels safe and warm now, much better than he’d felt alone in his own room, and his eyelids grow heavy.

Lance wakes the next morning alone, the mattress cold. But over breakfast, when nobody else is paying attention, Keith offers him a small, grateful smile.

And that night, at an hour nobody should be awake to see, Lance’s headphones are pulled away and he is woken briefly by Keith’s voice whispering “Scoot over.”

Harry Styles - Harry Styles - A lil review

Meet Me in the Hallway: 2, 3, 4… Love the soft, strumming guitar and Harry’s longing and haunting vocals. Just the way his voice breaks on the word “hallway”… So helpless-sounding and heartfelt. Ugh. Love that as the song nears its end, the instruments are stripped away one by one, and in the end there’s just one guitar and Harry’s voice, and then there’s just Harry’s voice holding that last note. Damn good, and a very clever choice. This song could last an hour long and I still would have to press “replay” over and over again.

Stand-out lyrics: “We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do. ‘Cause once you do without it, nothing else will do.”

“Hoping you’ll come around, just let me know, I’ll be on the floor.”

Sign of the Times: Full-on-flush. I’ve talked about my love for this song many a time since it came out, so I’m moving on. (But I think it’s absolutely gorgeous and one of my faves.) 

Carolina: This song feels so old-school and cool. I was immediately struck by that thick bass throughout this song, LOVE it. Love the falsetto parts. Love the oh-yeah parts. Mayyyybe my least fave song on the album, but it’s still SOLID.

Stand-out lyric: “There’s not a drink that could sink her, how would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well I guess she just found out”

Two Ghosts: Right away, the melody and harmonies… so lush. The acoustic guitar is so lovely, and I love the tone of the electric guitar on top - it almost sounds like it’s crying. This song gives me CNSY and Ryan Adams vibes, which I love, like it just breathes and moves in a really similar and nice way. Cool lil detail: The way he enunciates the ‘t’ in heartbeat at the end.

Stand-out lyric: “We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty. Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Sweet Creature: A little Beatles-esque gem of a tune. This is such a soothing and flowy song, and his vocals match the tone perfectly. It’s warm-sounding and simple, and I love that he’s left a little air in this one. It feels organic and just sweeeet. And I love sweet.

Stand-out lyrics: “I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough. “
“Running through the garden, where nothing bothered us.”

Only Angel: Love the calming opening, which drags you into this really eerie and calming musical landscape. You’re ready to set up camp and hang out for a bit, and then Harry’s scream just rips you the fuck out of it. WAY to start a song, haha. Heavy guitar, the screams, the clapping, the background vocals, love it all. Such a colorful song. It’s red and blue at the same time. Tall and short at the same time. It’s pulsing, the beat is sick and his deep timbre gives me shivers..

Stand-out lyrics: “Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that’s what I like about it.” 

“Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door.”

“I must admit I thought about making you mine.”

Kiwi: I’m so here for these drums, and heavy guitars!! GOD. The attitude he has on this song?? It’s like he’s grabbing you by the collar, bringing you close and going “Nope, it’s just you and me”… *fans self* It’s edgy and very 70′s Brit rock, he’s belting out those notes with fierceness.
Love the “ding” after he sings “I’m gonna pay for it”, those little details are so cool and add so much to the complexity imo. And the gritty guitar solo is tasty as hell. You know when the shower is almost too hot to take? That sweet-spot, that’s what this song feels like.

Stand-out lyrics: “And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this.”
“I think she said ‘I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.’”

Ever Since New York: So magical and soft. A big contrast after Kiwi, but fitting as the album cools down again. Love the drumming, there’s so much going on in this song. It’s intricate and subtle. Love that he matches his vocals to the tone and the sentiment of each track. With this song, he never tries too hard. He’s just singing like it’s the most effortless thing for him. And the stacked vocals on the chorus is a beautiful touch. Loved when he changed up the notes on this on SNL, and I wish he’d done that on the recorded version as well, but that’s a small complaint. 

Stand-out lyrics: “Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote.”
“I understand I’m talking to the walls.”

Woman: Love this. His vocals are just stunning, (AGAIN) just the way he drags out the word “know” in that first line -AH! This song is so funky, so dope. It’s simple, but hella catchy. With this song, I feel like everything comes together. Like the lyrical idea feels good and goes perfectly with the sonic recording which goes great with the melody and groove. And the background vocals that start around 3:03 adds a really alluring element to the song.

Stand-out lyric: “I hope you can see the shape that I am in. While he’s touching your skin, he’s right where I should be”.

From the Dining Table: From the second you hear his lips part in this, you’re drawn in. He’s singing in a conversational way, which makes it sound really earnest and vulnerable. And that moment when the strings entered floored me the first time I heard it, it was so unexpected. A beautiful explosion of sounds. To me, this song feels like this scenario: It’s raining. You’re in bed, half asleep, there’s a candle about to smoke out, and it’s making the dozens of shadows in the room dance around..

Stand-out lyrics: “Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won’t you ever say what you want to say.”
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too,”

That last one just hit you right in the gut, because it feels so damn authentic and sincere, and that’s something that runs through the whole album imo. It feels exactly like what he should be doing. It’s so him. It never feels contrived or fake. There’s so much heart in it and you can tell that there’s a lot of hard work behind it. There’s not one stand-out weak song, I start playing the first song and I just let it run until it’s done, and that’s rare for me. So THANK YOU more than I could ever explain, Harry. I’m obsessed with this record and I needed it. ❤️ 

OKAY DUMP OF SQUEE (no particular order)

1. the fact that he wakes up on the snowy blue night, the same as the promo still with Claire  walking through the moor….SHE’S GOING TO WALK PAST HIM AND HE SEES HER AS SHE WALKS BY?? WHEN HE WAKES UP???? AND THEY”LLL JUST BARELY MISS EACH OTHER???




5. ardsmuir JAMMF looks BUFF. like…..MILL POND BUFF. 


7. generally just loved that there was so much new/Jamie since all the promo to date has been Claire/Frank 


Battered and Bruised Ch. 1 (Bucky x reader)

Hey everyone! I hope you all have been liking what I’ve been writing. You can message me with feedback, requests, or even just a simple hi to have a conversation. enjoy!

Sidenote: I continued this into a series. You can find the rest of the chapters here , along with my other pieces.

Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: sad, angst, unintentional physical harm comes to the reader, nightmares, ptsd, barely any fluff


The night was cool and even through the closed window you could hear the passing of honking cars in the busy street. You’d become accustomed to it, it no longer interrupted you sleeping schedule. The apartment you lived in was shared with your adoring boyfriend, Bucky.

Getting into this relationship, Steve wanted to remind you that because of what was going on in his brain during his H.Y.D.R.A. days, that it could manifest itself back into him without any trigger. He described Bucky as, “a bomb just waiting to go off.” You could tell it hurt Steve to have to describe his best friend that way.

People were giving you the whole spiel about “how you can’t change people”, that “he’s never going to be a normal person.” Even Bucky was scared for you, he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

But, you were headstrong. You loved Bucky with all your heart. You knew what he could do. The thing was, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t scared of him. You never were.

Bucky was haunted with vivid nightmares about the awful torture and killing he had been through and done. Almost every night he relived through something different. Sometimes, they were so realistic that he would get on top of you and restrain you, cursing you in his sleep. This was a normal occurrence when he had nightmares of the doctors that tore apart his mind.

He would always wake up of no recollection of what happened, and you never told him. All he remembered was the nightmare itself. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty, it didn’t bother you actually. You knew what he went through was traumatizing, so you never blamed him for what happened when he was in his sleep.


It was a beautiful Sunday morning and you woke up next to your most favorite person in the world. Bucky was sound asleep, his arm wrapped around you, his scruff brushing your bare shoulder.

You raised your arm behind you to run your fingers through his hair and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Good morning babe.” His raspy voice breaking the silence. You loved the way he sounded right after he woke up.

“Good morning Bucky.” You chuckled as he placed an array of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and face. “Hey, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I’ll make us breakfast, okay?” You rolled over onto him, both of you giggling, his hands on your back. The coolness of his metal arm sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re gonna leave me here in the absence of your warmth? How could you?” He had a huge smile on his tired face as you leaned down and kissed him one last time before making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and stripped off your crinkled pajamas. Before you got in, you saw yourself in the mirror out of the corner of you eye. Turning towards the mirror, you saw yourself in full for the first time in a long time. You realized in that moment how much your body was covered in bruises; new and old. Your hips and ribs slightly blue and purple from when Bucky gripped you hard during a nightmare that scared him to tears. Your thighs were expressing the same coloration and your arms had little scratches from his fingernails where he had dug them into you. You never noticed them before. You weren’t angry or upset, you understood this is what came with the nightmares he had.

“F/N, I hope you don’t mind if I join you for your shower.” He opened the door with a smirk on his face. “I’d like to love you some m-” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw your naked body and all the marks on it. “Baby, what’s- what happened?” You turned to face him and him placed his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t make any attempt to cover them up, he already saw. You just had to find the words to tell him. “Tell me. Why do you have all these bruises… a-and scratches?” He spoke softly, but his voice with filled with concern.

“Bucky.. it’s fine. I’m okay.” You gave him a shy smile as you looked up at him. His gaze fluttered up and down your body. “Bucky..” You didn’t know what to tell him, or even how.

A sudden realization hit Bucky and it felt he took a blow to the gut. “I- I did this..” He voice cracked and the hurt in it made you wince. “I did this.. didn’t I?” The thought of him hurting you and damaging your beautiful body brought tears to his eyes.

The water was still running, but you ignored it. “I’m okay. I know you don’t mean it. We’re going to be okay. I love you. That’s all that matters to me. I love you so god damn much, that guess what? I’m willing to go through this pain with you.” You pulled his forehead down to yours, gripping the front of his t-shirt to bring him down to you.

“I’m so sorry F/N. I’m- I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and I can’t believe I did this. It won’t ever happen again.” At the point Bucky was sobbing, holding onto you for support.

He was so upset, and you were his support system. You placed a kiss on his lips and helped him undress. You helped him get into the shower as he was stumbling from the emotional pain. There was no love making. You helped him wash his hair, having the water just warm enough to feel calming against his skin. He was silent as you wrapped yourself in a towel went into the bedroom to grab some clothes for you both.

When you returned to the bathroom he was out of the shower, looking at the ground. You got him dressed and brought him back to bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make some coffee, just the way you like it.” You kissed him on his head and gave him a sad smile. As you were turning away, he gently held your hand and didn’t let go.

“Don’t go… please.” He whispered at you with hurt eyes. It made you feel so broken inside.

“Okay.. I won’t go anywhere.” You climbed back into bed with him and snuggled up to his chest. “I’m never going to leave you. We’re gonna be okay.”

He whispered into your hair, “F/N, I’m sorry.” You told him how happy you were with him and that things were going to get better. The soft fabric against your skin and the warmth of your bodies brought both of you back to sleep.

As you fell asleep, all you could think of was that everything was going to turn out alright. You loved and trusted Bucky and that was all that mattered.

anonymous asked:

I imagine that Tim(as Robin) used to text Bruce all the time, photos, random thought, and memes. When Bruce "dies" Tim still texts him, more so random texts that are the tired thoughts and his goals. Sometimes it's out of habit, sometimes it's not. When Bruce cane back. He had lots of texts.

oh fuck NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS LIKE. Bruce takes the time to read every. single. text. and there are voicemails too, but he can only bring himself to listen to one or two, because he can’t bear to hear Tim’s sad, breaking voice or the way he chokes on his tears or how he sounds so tired. the next day he is Extra Nice to Tim to the point where Tim is like “youre creeping me out what is going on” but Bruce can’t bring himself to SAY anything since he’s bad at Emotions so he just. tries to tell Tim that he loves him and that he’s THERE for him through his actions.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Let Me Talk

Anon- Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂

Authors Note- I was in the middle of a shit ton of homework when I saw this, but I loved it too much to wait, so I hope you enjoy x


Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning for you all. “Everytime I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott claimed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott kept pretending to turn around, to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said awkwardly, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” he called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around his neck and pulling him down the hallway along with him.

You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don’t love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don’t fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat, looking like a puppy that had just been told off.

After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn’t have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I’m fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students from other grades. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn’t hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don’t say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren’t going to change overnight, why don’t you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You’re right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.

“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott said, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and felt your heart flutter as you caught eye contact with Stiles, his brown eyes looked wet and he had such an adoring look on his face that made you melt. With all you were feeling all you managed was a simple wave, which he returned. God you fucking idiot. Tell him how you feel. “I’m doing it now” He stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles said so calmly. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I didn’t see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/N?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to rush off, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this little crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I’m telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked, completely shocked. “Yes Stiles, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.

He wasn’t in your next lesson and time couldn’t have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went up he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn’t walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat in the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, beside Stiles who stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach…Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins, smiles and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren’t embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that’s enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.

Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled shyly. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Sorry its kind of rushed but I waned to get something out before I do my school work. I love you guys but requests are closed so I wont be doing any that are sent to me for a while x

i’ll tell u what y’all nothin gets me clutching at my heart like the way that dude fucking wails in the song ‘smoke gets in your eyes’. i feel that shit in my soul.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a part 2 to the fix where Betty is a teacher and jughead comes home to Riverdale?? I loved it so much! Maybe where Betty helps him unpack while they reminisce on all the good times they had in high school?

Sure! Let me give it a try!

Betty giggled as she crossed her legs, the oversized sweatpants she had borrowed from Jughead were so warm she could definitely live in them.

“I think this is my new favorite look, sweatpants and sundresses. I should have gone into fashion like Veronica.” She wiggled her toes that were peeking out from the long pants. Jughead looked up from the box he was unpacking and smiled, while she had definitely grown into a drop dead, gorgeous woman, it made his heart ache to see that there was still the silly teenage girl who’s giggles were as contagious as they come, bubbling on the surface.

“Okay!” She clapped her hands “let’s get started!” Her hands reached for the first box she saw, tearing the tape off and peeking inside. Jughead moved to her when he heard her gasp softly “oh” she whispered.

Peering inside the brown box Jughead realized what she was looking at, it was his Riverdale Box.

“It’s our memories” she whispered again, this time in a far away voice as she lifted the yearbook, flipping to the dog eared page.
There in the middle of the page was a candid shot of Betty and Jughead curled up on the Blue and Gold couch, the words “CLASS COUPLE”
Stuck out and Betty looked up at Jughead giggling

“I can’t remember who was more angry, Veronica or Cheryl”

Jughead nodded, dropping an arm over her shoulders as they both sat on the couch, dragging the box with them
“Well it was definitely unexpected, we all thought that title would go to Archie and Ronnie. Cheryl didn’t even have a boyfriend so I still don’t see why she was upset.” He shrugged, fingering the page and smiling.

Betty nodded, gently placing the year book back in the box and pulling out a faded newspaper, she instantly clutched Jugheads arms

“The very first edition of the Blue and Gold! I have this framed in my apartment!” She smiled as she flipped through the old pages “football, barbaric or American tradition- an expose by Jughead Jones” she nudged him and he laughed heartily

“Some of my finest work.”

This time Jughead dug in the box and pulled out an object wrapped up in a tissue. He slowly unfolded it and immediately blushed

“Is that…..?” Betty started, reaching to grab it from him, but he held it out of her reach.

“It is!” She beamed “those are the candles from your sixteenth birthday cake!! I thought you hated that birthday!” She turned to him with curious eyes.

“It was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, no matter how much of a jerk I was about it. It meant the world to me” he shrugged shyly, placing the candle back in the box as Betty stared at him, a different look now in her eyes. He shifted and grabbed the next thing, pulling them out and smiling proudly.

“Aha! Would you look at these bad boys!” He held his suspenders up with pride and threw them over his shoulder.

Betty giggled
“I used to love those suspenders. Remember that night at sweet water when I…” she trailed off, blushing bright red.

Jughead moved closer to her and brushed a hand over her arm
“You wore my suspenders and nothing else, that was the first time we..” this time it was his turn to trail off, both of them going quiet as the flood of memories washed over them. Betty shivered and jughead cleared his throat

“Best night of my life.” He whispered. Betty nodded bringing her palm up to his cheek.

“Mine too.” Her fingers stroked his cheek and she smiled softly “we’ve grown up, things have changed” she said sadly, her eyes still boring into his.

“But something’s stay the same” he answered, his eyes catching something in the box and reaching down to pull it out

It was a picture taken by Kevin, the couple was squeezed together in a booth at pops, staring at each other with nothing but love in their eyes, a dollop of whip cream on Jugheads nose and Betty’s nose crinkled in laughter as her fingers were splayed on his cheek.

“We were so young. We were so in love.” She smiled dreamily at the picture, tracing her fingers over the frame.

“I still am.” He said steadily, drawing her attention away from the photo, her eyes looking up to him

“It’s been so long. how can you still make me feel like this.” She whispered.

“I love you.” He said simply, clutching her hands and pulling her closer to him “I love you so much Betty Cooper”

Tears were leaking from both their eyes as Betty jumped on Jughead, her legs straddling him as his lips attacked hers, years of pent up love, pent up passion, spilling into each other.

Jughead lifted her slowly, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom

“Don’t let go” he whispered, his voice breaking the way it did in that classroom so many years ago.

Looking up at him with watery eyes she pressed a kiss to his lips

“I won’t”

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Requested by @anonymousveil and @rhysand-and-rowan

8: “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
140: “I let you down. How am i supposed to forgive myself for that?”
12: “Stay the night. Please.”
13: “You can’t die. Please don’t die.“
122: “Just relax, i’ll wash your hair for you.“
21: "I might have had a few shots.”


Three fierce knocks woke Nesta from her nap on the library chair. She bolted upright, her book falling to the floor. A quick glance to the window reveals that it’s the middle of the night and raining.

Another three loud knocks sound from the front door of the House of Wind.

Not wanting the sound to wake up Elain, Nesta rushes to the window and peeks down to see who it is. A stumbling Cassian is leaning his forehead against the door, his fist resting against the wood and the rain shining in his dark hair. He’s shivering. Nesta has half a thought to leave him out there, as he’s barely talked to her in weeks. She knows that he is busy and is trying to heal his wings and repair from the war, but she misses him. It’s that thought that drives her to finally unlock the three deadbolts and swing the door open, almost causing Cassian to fall flat on his face.

Fast reflexes, even paired with alcohol, save the warrior from a face plant. When he finds his footing, Cassian looks up at Nesta and smiles. "Nesta.” He sighs, going to hug her but she holds up a hand.

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Though a lot of people feel that Bugheads kiss was out of nowhere, I think that it was done perfectly. Everything about it. The way he climbs up to her window and calls her “Juliet.” The way he comforts her and makes her smile in a time of deep insecurity. The way his voice breaks when he tries to tell her how he feels. The way he goes in to kiss her because he can’t take it anymore. The way he sighs in relief afterwards like a weight has been lifted. The way she smiles afterwards, then has a realization and cuts the moment short, but not intentionally. The way he looks at her in awe and understanding that she didn’t cut their moment short because she didn’t feel anything, but simply because she is so determined and driven by this case. There was no awkwardness or confusion. They both understood and no words needed to be said. It was simply beautiful.

MHA dub commentary episode 8:

  • i have been putting this episode off for way too long and that’s probably because it’s about Bakugou’s emotional breakdown and i am emotional even before the video starts
  • baby Izuku and Bakugou are so cute i wanna cry 
  • have i mentioned how much i love Bakugou’s dub voice yet because if i have i’m gonna say it again: i love his dub voice
  • last time on MHA: Bakugou and Izuku fucking attack each other and, as usual, only Izuku got hurt
  • he’s still working on that
  • pauses the ep to admire all of Bakugou’s amazing expressions
  • “IN THE NAME OF VILLAINY, STOP THIS!!!” he cries as a bunch of giant rocks come rushing at him. i love you Iida
  • Izuku’s voice acting here is so amazing i just. love it
  • and the animation here is fucking spectacular
  • *pauses again to admire Bakugou’s distraught expressions* don’t look at me
  • i should also mention that Izuku has some fantastic expressions here too
  • i just. Bakugou just has fantastic expressions overall, but these ones are just. beautiful. i love my confused, terrified, distraught son

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chew-ie  asked:

Send Me a Character: Keith Kogane

im sorry i wrote too much probably i just…really like keith…

first impression: Space Nico di Angelo. basically a moody, angry, lonely outsider who didnt need anybody and was like an antihero. in general i thought he was gonna be like really angsty and sad cause thats what all the fanart of him seemed to be. this was also back when just season one was out, and i thought his whole story arc was about being an alien because, again, fanart. 

impression now: still space nico di angelo?? i didnt expect he’d be so caring though, i loved that! like, keith is a loner, but its not cause he wants to be. people just keep abandoning him/getting abducted by aliens and he tries his damnest to keep people together every time he does find a new family. hes such a team player, he just?? loves his team so much?? hes the only one who signs up for that suicide mission, he fights zarkon solo for shiro, and even though it would kill him to lose the team he runs off so he doesnt put anyone else in danger and i just,,, have a lot of feelings about keith. and i really like how, even though hes touch averse, he still craves intimacy and you can especially see it in how open he is with the little touches between him and shiro. he’s also not an angry person i think, hes just been dealt all these bad hands. keith strikes me as someone who couldve been a quiet, but honestly easily content and mild mannered sort of person. he seems more gentle by nature, but you are what the world makes you i guess 

favorite moment: the part in blade of marmora when he has the hallucination about seeing shiro–and shiro is literally right there watching. i went through all of season 2 the night it came out and by that point it was like 5 am and i had to stop and wonder if i had fallen asleep caus no way did someone just say shiro was the person keith “most desperately wants to see” i was so damn happy. it also made keith’s fear of losing shiro a lot more visceral, and honestly watching it for me is just painful. seeing shiro and red both lash out and ready to take down everyone in the base to save keith was also amazing. my favorite episode 

idea for a story: i was doodling something for this earlier so–little mermaid-ish type au where the reason keith doesnt look galra is cause he made a deal with haggar to get his human form so he could go back to earth with the Champion

unpopular opinion: personally i dont think he’s romantically interested in lance. i also think he and lance would have actually been a lot closer by now if lance wasnt actively pushing him away, which is a shame. in season 2 especially you see the rivalry is more one sided and keith really is trying to make things work. not that i dislike lance for it or anything, but i think his issues with keith are about himself more than keith and as soon as he realizes that things will get a lot better for them both 

favorite relationship: i feel like this doesnt even need to be said lmao but sheith definitely sheith. i felt like really conflicted about it at first though cause even when keith is first introduced and rushes in to save shiro i was feeling it but..uh…i was totally dead convinced shiro was a sleeper agent thatd betray everyone lmao. once i came around though i loved everything about their relationship. their history, the mission failure, keith’s time in the desert and the way his voice breaks when he speaks to shiro in that soft gentle tone, the way theyre always so honest and vulnerable with each other, the way shiro sees him as a leader, all the parallels thematically, its just,,, i really like their character development a lot alright 

favorite headcannon: i firmly believe keith is a druid in all honesty and even if he isn’t id still insist caus it just makes too much sense to me lmao. i also really like trans keith and ace keith 

[ Cassian Week ] - Day 3 - favourite relationship(s)

I would fight to the death for every single Rogue One character, but I still have the dorkiest soft-spot for Cassian & K-2SO, best friends forever. :’)

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Cassian & K-2SO + Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook | 1611 words | below or [ Ao3 ] | part 8 of cassian said I had to

K-2’s circuits get scrambled by an electrical storm, he’s still there for Cassian when it counts.

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