this was stuck in my head for some time

anonymous asked:

I GET THE SEIJOU AND DATEKO CHANT STUCK IN MY HEAD ALL THE DAMN TIME AND IM SITTING AROUND FAMILY WHISPERING IT AND THE OTHER DAY MY MOM WAS LIKE "what are you saying?" AND I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO RESPOND?????? She was super confused.

I FEEL THIS ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL

at any given time I’m usually singing the dateko cheer in my head unless i have some other song stuck in there

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really love your voltron headcannons, could u do more shiro ones?

happy birthday shiro!!!

  • the extent of hunk’s familiarity with shiro pre-voltron was that one time he saw shiro in the garrison hallway and thought “oh hey me and that guy have the same gloves, neat”
  • shiro and lance are both in the Unsettlingly Good At Dealing With Near Death Experiences club
    • lance: [almost gets blown up] [hits on allura immediately after waking up]
    • shiro: [gets stabbed by radioactive wolverine claws] “haha don’t worry keith it takes more than several things trying to kill me to kill me”
  • whenever anyone compliments how well put together shiro is keith automatically remembers the time shiro almost started a fire in his dorm making pizza bites
  • “we’d like to speak to your leader” “sure” “…” “…oh right- hello-”
  • shiro is the paladins’ adult guidance, coran is shiro’s
  • whenever shiro says something inspiring allura lowkey takes notes
    • “how do you…. do that” “uh… encourage others?” “yeah that”
    • bless this girl’s soul she just prefers running people into the ground to motivate them
  • one time pidge fell asleep in the vents and shiro went to get her but his big ass shoulders wouldn’t fit and he was stuck for like an hour
  • shiro, whenever something goes wrong: “part of me is like, whatever, you know? you know those days when you’re like ‘this might as well happen?’ adult life is already so goddamn weird”

Magnus and Alec were cuddling on the couch, lazily caressing each other. Alec was close to dozing off. He’s never felt more comfortable than with Magnus in his arms, just holding his perfect boyfriend. He was magical alright.

“Alec?” “Hm?” “I love you” Alec smiled gently, still vaguely sleepy. “Love you, too” It wasn’t the first time they said it. Magnus straightened up a little to be able to look Alec in the eyes. Alec gave a low whine, because he’d lost his comfy Magnus-cushion.

“You don’t understand. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You, my dear Alexander, are making me feel so content with myself. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

Alec’s eyes widened noticeably. He looked dumbstruck. Certainly this couldn’t be true? Centuries worth of history - there was bound to have been someone better than him. Someone less awkward, more romantic, less ordinary. He said as much, albeit stammering and blushing while doing so.

And Magnus just looked at him, adoration shining in his eyes: “No, Alexander, there really wasn’t” Alec smiled at Magnus, raking his hands through the warlock’s soft hair. “I love you too. More than anything”

So I stood up on the car seat, and not just stuck out my head but squeezed half my body through the sunroof, then shouted, “Hey, I’m in that! I’m the princess!”

This certainly caused some interest, ranging from the scornful “What an asshole” variety to the “Do you think it’s really her?”

“I’m in that!” I repeated for those who hadn’t heard me the first time. Then, suddenly realizing what I had done and quickly fearing that some of these moviegoers might identify me, I slid back down into my seat and said to my friend, “Quick! Drive!” So she stepped on the gas and sped away.

– Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Stupid

Hey y’all! Happy Wednesday! Hope you enjoy this little fun one.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader uses her power of invisibility to teach Bucky a lesson for shamelessly flirting with her.

Warnings: Language, Touching…?

I swear to god Bucky Barnes knew that I had a crush on him. A big old, stupid, little kid crush that made me pretty much speechless around him. I avoided him like the plague because every time I ran into him and tried to talk to him, I would trip over something, stutter like crazy or say something that was just plain stupid. I really didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Natasha used to tell me that he liked me too, but I always doubted it. She’d pull the whole we were trained by the Russians together bullshit to try to convince me she knew everything he was thinking. But I just didn’t believe it.

He was a goddamn super soldier, and a pretty one at that, and I was the runt of the Avenger’s litter. There wasn’t much I could do besides make myself invisible. I was the new kid and I was still learning how to fight and I didn’t go on many missions yet and well… I was a potato compared to Bucky Barnes. 

But I accepted this. And I accepted his teasing.

Until one day when the whole team was watching a movie and he teased me a little too much for me to not fight back. This is the story of how I wrapped Bucky Barnes around my little finger. 


The whole team was in their designated corners of the living room, lounging on their choice of furniture. The only person missing was Bucky, but that wasn’t surprising. He was never on time to anything. 

Wanda and I were tucked into a small sofa with Natasha in the middle of us. I was perfectly burritoed in my favorite blanket when the opening credits started.

“Hey, (Y/N), mind if I sit next to ya?”

His voice sent shivers down my spine that I tried my hardest to ignore. 

“Go find another seat, Buck, there’s no room here,” Natasha snarled at him.

“Nah, there’s plenty of room,” he said. Before any of us could respond, he was lifting me up and placing me gently in his lap where he held me tightly around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I had no doubt he was giving Natasha a victorious smirk. “See?”

“No! Buck, get off!” Wanda whisper shouted as Natasha kicked his legs. 

“Alright, alright,” he said in surrender. He stood up and placed me back on the seat of the couch with a wink. When he straightened himself and looked around the room he asked, “Where the hell am I supposed to sit, then?”

“You were late, so you sit on the floor,” Steve delivered, making me laugh. I lived for Steve’s rare sassy moments. 

Bucky sighed and laid on the floor, stretching himself out and leaning on his elbows. When he was situated, Tony asked him from across the room, “How’s the floor treatin’ ya, Barnes?”

“Just fine,” he answered. Then he looked up at me with his stupid blue eyes and said, “I could use some company though. Wanna join me?”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “No, see, I have a seat because I wasn’t late.”

He chuckled at that. “That’s alright,” he said before directing his gaze to my bare, crossed legs in front of him. “I like the view from down here anyway,” he said, brushing his rough knuckle against my ankle.

I had to stop my jaw from hitting the ground and I immediately regretted wearing my pajama shorts. Before I could shoot a reply his way, Sam yelled, “Just everyone shut up and watch the damn movie.”

I felt heat rising to my cheeks as I tucked my legs under me and covered them with the blanket. I heard him chuckle from below and I threw a small couch pillow at his head. 

“She fights back!” He said with a fake gasp. “What a sight!” Then he leaned closer to me and said with a low growl, “That turns me on even more than your legs do.”

“Buck. Watch the movie,” Steve warned for what sounded like the last time. 

“Yessir,” Bucky said with a salute. He turned to me and winked one more time before settling on his elbows and concentrating on the movie. 

Once my pulse slowed and the blood ran out of my cheeks, I turned to Natasha and whispered, “Be right back.” She gave me a raised eyebrow, like she knew my exact plan. Damn those Russians for teaching her to practically read minds. 

I quietly climbed over the back of the sofa so I wouldn’t catch Bucky’s attention, and left the room. Once I was outside everyone’s view I stuck my hands out in front of me. With a gulp and a blink, I watched them disappear and snuck back into the living room. 

Once I stood above Bucky, I crouched down behind him. I was surprised my thundering heartbeat didn’t give me away. Time to get some revenge, I thought. 

I slowly lowered my hands onto his shoulders, making him jump and turn to look over his shoulder. When he didn’t see anyone there, I could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I took this as a chance to continue.

I ran my invisible hands forward and down his chest, ignoring how thick and firm he felt under my fingertips- this was about getting him hot and bothered. I felt his breath quake before he spoke. “Natasha, where’s (Y/N)?”

“In the bathroom,” she said. By her voice, I could tell she knew exactly what I was doing and she was happy to have a front row seat. 

I leaned into his neck and felt every muscle in his body tighten. I remembered all the times his flirting had left me flustered and embarrassed and was encouraged to crank it up a notch. I latched onto his ear with my teeth and as my hands neared his belt, he said, “Huh. Are you sure?”

The sound of his raspy voice told me I won this battle. As soon as my hands were there, they were gone and the next time Bucky saw visible me was when I was walking back into the room and jumping on the couch. 

“Buck, you don’t look so good,” I said, giving him a look of fake concern.

“She’s right, man, maybe you should jump in the shower or something,” Steve said. 

“A cold shower,” Natasha mumbled, making Wanda and I giggle. 

Bucky cleared in throat and turned his blue eyes to me. “I think I’m just gonna grab some water. (Y/N), care to join me?” 

“Sure,” I said, winking at Natasha and Wanda and following him to the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses and handed one to him to fill. 

“I didn’t know you played dirty, (Y/N),” he said with a smile, handing me a cup full of water.

“I don’t usually.”

“Well, you seem like a pro to me,” he winked. 

“I just wanted to see you get flustered for a change,” I said before taking a sip.

“Are you kidding?” he asked. Jesus why was he so cute?

No, I’m not kidding! I’m the one who looks stupid all the time, now it’s your turn!” I confessed, playfully slapping his arm while he laughed at me.

“I’m the one who’s stupid. The guys always tease me for how I get around you. I cringe at what comes out of my mouth sometimes.” 

His laugh mixed with mine and echoed off the kitchen tiles. I heard Sam shush us from the other room and burst into a whole new fit of laughter. 

“Alright, how about we stop being stupid around each other? Just go on a regular, non stupid date?” he asked.

“Okay,” I laughed. 

We whispered the details to each other as we walked back into the living room to watch the rest of the movie. Once we both plopped down into our seats, I heard Bucky ask Clint what he missed while he was gone.

“Nothing. This movie is stupid.”

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Here’s some Skeleton Dance tap dancing !  

Because La La Land’s Soundtrack is stuck in my head, I just saw it yesterday and I love it so much !   

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But my eyes are open
And everything still moves in slow motion
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes, the sea
Oceans of light envelop me.

Father’s Day

A Father’s Day picnic.

That’s what your baby girl wanted to do for Niall. Last month at her preschool her teacher had organized a family picnic one weekend, and it’s all that she could talk about for a full week—it was a nice break from all the Doc McStuffins and Sofia The First talk, but you were going to have to organize a picnic real soon before she started a revolt.

That morning you and Niall were woken up bright and early by your little one. She was a complete daddy’s girl, and Father’s Day was quite possibly the closest thing to Christmas without it actually being Christmas—the first few years she didn’t quite understand it, but now that she was four (therefore all grown up) she knew what it meant and was determined to do it perfectly.

Your eyes fluttered open that morning to the squeals and kisses being exchanged between Niall and your daughter, and your heart could have burst with love right there and then. Half an hour later the three of you were in the kitchen making breakfast together—you tried to insist on Niall staying in bed as long as he wanted, but he refused.

“Wanna spend some time with my girls,” he had said, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head. “Why would I wanna be stuck in bed all morning and miss out on all the loving?”

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Culture Shock part 4 (Jungkook angst) The end.

I don’t feel our love anymore.

Originally posted by jjks

Part one Part two Part three

Word count: 2k

Genre: Angst


“Where did you get my address?” you asked breathlessly.

“I had to do some digging,” he said simply, then held up a crumpled piece of paper. His hands were shaking. You squinted at the page and realized that it was your letter. You felt yourself blush, embarrassed to be confronted with your own sentimental words.

“Why did you send me this?” he demanded.

You blinked at him, trying to form an answer.

“I… I hoped it would bring you some kind of closure–”

“Bullshit,” he interrupted. “That is bullshit. If you wanted to give me closure you would have just apologized for your mistakes and wished me luck with my life. But you dug up the past. You said that you wished we had never split up. You saw me with my fiancée, you knew I wasn’t available. So don’t pretend that you sent this for selfless reasons.”

He didn’t move towards you. He was still standing outside, showing no intention of coming in, but you still flinched away from him. His words were so full of venom. He was so mad at you.

Fiancée.

You had imagined your reunion so many times. You always dreamt that you wouldn’t need words, he was just sweep you off your feet and kiss you, or throw his arms around you and let his embrace say everything that he couldn’t. You never imagined that he would be so disgusted by you.

Was he right? When you wrote the letter, you really had convinced yourself that it was for his benefit. That it would somehow help heal him, if he still held any resentment. But deep down, a small part of you knew that you had sent it for yourself. You wanted him to know that you were still here, still waiting for him.

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Jealousy 

Summary: You’re dared to go skinny dipping with Steve and Bucky gets jealous. 

Warnings: Steve x Reader (minimal) and Bucky x Reader, Smut

A/N: My own request that I decided to write while taking a from studying and because it made me really happy while writing it. 

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Borealis
  • Marcus tells Adrian first.
  • He’s mumbling and nervous, unwilling to look Adrian in the face.
  • He flinches when a hand falls on his shoulder, but Adrian’s grip remains strong. 
  • “We’ll need to do something about your hair then. You completely butchered it.”
  • Marcus gapes at Adrian and then can’t help the bubble of laughter that comes up when Adrian gives him a warm smile.
  • The process is a bit chaotic as Adrian does his best to fix Marcus’ attempt at a hair cut, but when he’s finished, Marcus is pleased.
  • He doesn’t have time to say his thanks as he’s whisked from the bathroom and then has piles and piles of Adrian’s uniforms tossed into his arms.
  • “I don’t think I’m that much bigger than you, at least one of these should fit.”
  • Marcus heart lifts because finally he doesn’t have to wear his old clothes anymore.
  • Not unless he wants of course. He’s not afraid to admit his legs do look nice when he’s wearing a skirt.
  • After a few tweaks and questions of, “How does your chest feel?”, Marcus finally thinks he’s ready for their next class.
  • Adrian sticks by his side as they leave the common room, the both of them ignoring the few stares, but it’s not until they see students from other houses that Marcus starts to get nervous.
  • Taking a deep breath, Marcus focuses on the feeling of Adrian with him and the thought that he is Marcus.
  • He can hear the whispers of other students though and musters his best glare as he and Adrian make their way up to class. 
  • Most of it, he can handle because it’s not that much different from before, but seeing the Gryffindors when he enters the classroom is another story.
  • He can feel their stares despite the fact that barely anyone has taken notice of his entrance in the room.
  • Marcus presses closer to Adrian as they take their seats and he buries his face into one of the textbooks.
  • “Looking good, Flint,” a familiar, too familiar, voice comments from nearby.
  • However, it’s not filled with sarcasm or disgust like Marcus had expected. He glances up from his book and swallows when Oliver’s eyes are still on him.
  • “It’s Marcus now,” spills from his mouth, his finger toying with the page of the book.
  • “Marcus,” Oliver repeats. “I’ll remember that.”
  • A small smile threatens its way onto Marcus’ face, but Oliver’s already turned away and the class has started. 
  • Marcus barely focuses on the lesson however because Oliver
  • Oliver goddamn Wood
  • had said Marcus.
The Boy Who Couldn't Get Out Of Her Head | Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @celestial-writing
Warnings: none,cute fluff, some gore and violence
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2k
Request: none
AN: Hey! I’m Madi and this is my first imagine like ever! I really have to give a huge thank you and early/not early happy birthday to Steff, @dumbass-stilinski who literally supported me through this imagine and helped me edit! Also a huge thanks to my bestie, Camile, @minhosmeanhoe for supporting me all the way! Hope you guys like this and send requests if you guys want!


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Stiles Stillinski.


(Y/N) couldn’t get that boy out of her head. Ever since meeting him at the homecoming dance when he was looking for Lydia when Peter took her. Since then he consumed her thoughts with that mischievous smile.

She walked to her locker, opening it to grab her books for the day, to only hear the laugh of Stiles Stillinski come her way. She smiled to herself and a took a deep breath in to calm her nerves, she knew Stiles didn’t have werewolf powers but when he was around her heart still raced around the boy she was in love with.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He hollered walking down the hallway, smirking as he leaned next to her on the lockers.

“Hey Stiles, what’s up?” She said happily and looked at him but saw his gaze stuck on Lydia, and she didn’t want to know what the strawberry blonde was doing to catch his gaze this time. She let out a sigh and shut her locker which took him out of him trance.

“N-nothing much. You know…” he stumbled in his words, scratching the back of his head. “But I have been looking in my dad’s office..”

She raised her eyebrows in a motherly manner. “Define ‘looking’, Stiles.”

“Well I have been sneaking around in my dad’s office but there’s been some weird stuff going on by this old warehouse…supernatural stuff. I thought it would be good investigate the place, it could be a portal to an alternate universe for all we know?.” Which caused her to let out a chuckle from the rambling that came out of those pretty pink lips she had her eyes trained on.

“Wanna check it out with me after school?” He asked raising an eyebrow and giving her a big smile, making her heart flutter.

“What about Scott?” She said confused at first, Stiles always having his escapades with his best friend of an Alpha. They were always together at the hip, well until Allison came around.

“I didn’t ask him, (Y/N).” Stiles said with a smirk, which made her bite her lip.

“Uh huh, and you didn’t ask Lydia either?” She asked with a slight hint of jealously. Other than Scott, Stiles was also with Lydia, the girl he was hopelessly in love with and she never gave him the time. It hurt how much she liked, scratch that, loved Stiles and she knew he wouldn’t even have feelings for her back because of Lydia. But she wouldn’t let her nightmarish reality get in the way of spending anytime with Stiles.


“Nope. Do you want to go with me or no?” He asked looking a little nervous. She smiled and nodded, a smile appearing from the tired boy in front of her.

“Good! See ya later!” He gave you a peck on the cheek and ran to his next class. She stood in the middle of the hallway, stunned by what happened and slowly headed to class, still in shock that Stiles Stillinski just kissed her on the cheek. Yes, it may of been on the cheek but it was a lot for her. She thought it over in English class and then shook it off just thinking it was a friendly thing, right? It had to be, he was in love with Lydia, he had to be…

After the whole school day went through it’s course, she met Stiles at his baby blue jeep named Roscoe. Stiles ran over to her, tripping over the hood of the car and almost falling on her to open the door of Roscoe for her.

“I-I could of opened the door..” she said trying not to laugh at what the scene he just made.

“What kind of gentleman would I be?” He replied giving a wink and a blush started to creep up her neck.

He walked back over and hopped into the jeep and they started on there way to the warehouse. He turned on the radio to some sort of old rock station and let it play in the background as they passed all the forest scenery around them.

She looked over at him, staring at him a second, memorized by the scattered moles across his face. Then her eyes caught down to see his pink plump lips, just thinking of him pulling over and pressing his lips to her own.

“Hey?” He spoke loudly to her, waving his hand in front of her face, pulling her away from her trance. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry just thinking?” She mumbled causing her to blush. Embarrassed about her own thoughts and what just happened, she mentally scolded yourself. Stiles was still in love with Lydia, what even gave you the idea he would ever be even interested with her. Lydia was the perfect strawberry blonde girl of his dreams and she was just the girl he hung out with at pack meetings and worked on assignments.

“Okay…well we’re here.” He mumbled softly, giving her a worrying look which left a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. She opened the door of the jeep and walked back to see Stiles with two bats in his hand.

“His and Hers bats of course.” He said to her, breaking the silence with a genuine smile and handing her a bat, which made her laugh. She shut the door to Roscoe and they made their way to the abandoned building. They passed the large symbol cut into the side of the warehouse and entered the building, her grip on the baseball bat tightened.

“Stiles, what did you find out about this warehouse in your dad’s office?” She asked slightly scared, as she heard scratch marks down the sides of the walls, which caused Stiles to grab (Y/N) hand.

“This use to be an old distillery, abandoned for awhile until my dad found a dead body cut in half and decapitated here a couple years ago…” he looked at her slightly nervous. Her breath hitched when he grabbed her hand but the scratches kept coming closer.

“Then ‘animal attacks’ started again…” he whispered.

“Stiles I think we should go.” She said scared.

“Yeah. We should go.” He nodded in agreement and started to pull her in the direction of the car.

“Not so fast little ones..” Kali groweled behind them, her red alpha eyes gleaming and teeth bared. She felt Stiles death grip her hand as she started to breathe heavier and she dropped the bat out of pure fear. (Y/N) never really fought with the pack, she just helped figure things out with Stiles and Lydia, so she was terrified and Stiles knew that.

“Get back.” Stiles spoke sternly, trying to hide the fear in his voice, raising the bat up in front of them. “O-or I’ll hit you with the bat!”

She laughed right in there faces, her claws extended and ready to rip them into little pieces. “You kids picked the wrong place to make out.”

(Y/N) and Stiles could barely react before Kali ran up and slashed (Y/N) in the face, knocking her down the floor and losing her grip on Stiles’ hand. He gasped and yelled out her name before gripping his bat and swinging it at Kali who dodged it and swiped her foot at Stiles. He swung his bat again towards her and hit her side, making her stumble. (Y/N) tried to get up, she lost her bat when she first saw Kali. She looked around for Stiles but blood covered her eye as it gushed out of the wound. She tried to get up but failed from the dizziness, only be grabbed by a pair of hands with claws at her throat. Kali gripped her throat and Stiles looked at them fearful, almost tearing up, thinking (Y/N) could be killed. He held his bat tighter, ready to attack her to get (Y/N) back.

“Hit me Stiles, I dare you, but if you do….sweet little (Y/N) gets her throat slashed. You trespassed alpha property and I’m not that merciful.” Kali dug her claws into (Y/N) throat starting her to gurgle slightly from the pain.

“D-don’t h-hurt her! T-take me okay, let her go!” He stuttered, looking scared out of his mind. He dropped the bat, his hands shaking just hoping Kali would let her go.

“Now what fun would that be?” She smiled and then loud growl came behind them, which (Y/N) couldn’t see how it was because she passed out in Kali’s arms from the blood she loss from the wound on her head and the punctures in her throat.

She thought she would wake up in the abandoned warehouse, not in Stiles’ arms in the back of his baby blue jeep as was softly running his hands threw her hair and adjusting the blanket he had wrapped around her.

“S-Stiles?” She whispered softly, opening her eyes to feel pain all over her head and throat, knowingly they were taken care of by feeling the soft bandages on her skin.

He shook out of his daze and looked at her relieved. “You’re awake…t-thank god.”

“Stiles what happened to Kali?” She whispered, confused about the whole ordeal.

“I texted Derek where we were before we even went there, so he took care over…she left when Derek got there. I didn’t know Kali was there or that was her territory…(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I never meant you to get hurt..” he told to her softly, looking into her eyes meaningfully.

“Stiles it’s okay..” she said softly as she went to hold Stiles hand which laced with hers.

“It’s n-not okay (Y/N), I could’ve got you killed…just because I wanted to impress you…I’m so sorry (Y/N).” he admitted to her, his gaze turning away from hers. She looked at him confused and put her hand under his chin and pulled his gaze back to hers.

“Why would you want to impress me?” She asked confused, still thinking Stiles was madly in love with Lydia.

“Because being with you these last couple of months, I have developed such deep feelings for you, j-just thinking about you with anyone else…well I really couldn’t think of it..” he admitted to me, his eyes watered down slightly from all the emotion filling the room.

“Stile-” she said but was quickly cut off by Stiles.

“(Y/N), when Kali was going to k-kill you, I knew if it happened I could never live with myself b-because I love you…” he whispered.

All the breath was taken out of her lungs and she felt her heart start to beat against her chest. The boy she loved had the same feelings she had for him. The boy who tried to protect her against the Alpha and put his life on the line for her.

“I love you too, Stiles..” she admitted and she gently put her hand on his cheek and pulled him down to press her lips against his. He didn’t do anything for a second before slowly moving against hers. They stayed like that for awhile, just kissing and pulling each other closer without trying to touch the injuries,
until Scott opened the door and they quickly pulled apart.

“O-oh sorry guys, ruined a moment, didn’t I…uh Deaton wants to see you, (Y/N)..” Scott said embarrassed for ruining the moment and scratched the back of his head. Stiles gave him a slight glare and (Y/N) chuckled. She slowly got up with the help of Stiles and walked inside of the animal clinic.

(Y/N) almost died today, was terrified out her mind, and now had a great story to tell to the pack, but even after all of that, she learned that the boy of her dreams loved her back. Now Stiles would never get out of her head, but that wasn’t too bad in her case.

Jimmy Fallon (KJ Apa)

Originally posted by danks-gif

Requested by: @bocafuls : can you please do an imagine that y/n is a singer and she has an interview with Jimmy Fallon and KJ is really supportive hehe. have a great day sweet 😽💞

Written by Ky

There’s a few swears and the song is actually written by me

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Your day had been hectic. You’d spent the majority of it in the studio finishing off the last touched of your new album, Last. You were in the car home, shoes off and staring off into space when your phone begins to ring.

“Hello?” You say surprised, you weren’t expecting any calls.

“Y/N? It’s Lilly your manager! I have wonderful news!” Your overexcited manager yells into your ear.

Pulling your phone away from your ear slightly, you smile. “What would that be, Lily?’

“The people from The Tonight Show called! Jimmy Fallon wants you as his guest tomorrow night!!” She squeals.

Your heart stops, and your smile grow bigger. “That’s awesome Lil, thank you so much!”

After pleasantries and details, you hang up with your manager and begin to text your boyfriend.

To Kiwi Daddy: Guess who is Jimmy Fallon’s guest tomorrow?

From Kiwi Daddy: You?

To Kiwi Daddy: How’d you know?

From Kiwi Daddy: A certain Jimmy Fallon tweeted it out. He’s totally fangirling over you babe

To Kiwi Daddy: This is so cool! Will you come with me tomorrow?

From Kiwi Daddy: Of course babe. Idly
To Kiwi Daddy: Ily2

You smile, and throw your phone back into your purse.

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This is it. You’re not freaking out. You’re really freaking out. This will be your first ever live TV performance and interview.

You’re standing behind a curtain listening to Jimmy introduce you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight our musical guest is the lovely young Y/N Y/L/N performing her hit single, Hypocrite from her upcoming album Last.”

The curtains swing open and the lights hit you. The first few beats begin and you start to sway. You do what you always do, loose yourself in the music.

I swear on my life. I’ve done this a thousand times. I’ve sat through it all. You promise, you lie, Then I start to cry. But I’m telling you now. I’m different and its all changed. Damn right. I’m not the same

You get to the chorus and now you’ve got the crowd rocking. You’ve become comfortable and you begin to dance and walk around. You spot KJ in the front row and you wink at him.

You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Everything you do with that stuck up attitude. Got your head in outer space on the freaking moon. And your mouth running off like a some shit motor. You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Wash your hands and face in blood. Then yell at me for doing the damn same thing.

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The song went over super well. You’re now sat in front of the live studio audience facing the one and only Jimmy Fallon. You smile.

"That was quite the performance. I have to say, Y/N. I’m so excited for the album, How’s it coming along.” He asks.

“It’s going so well Jimmy. We’re finishing up the last touches. I really want this album to be something everybody enjoys and that’s why it’s taking so long. This is my first album and it’s my baby. I want it to be amazing.” You say sincerely.

“Speaking of babies, you’re dating heartthrob KJ Apa. How’s everything with him?”

You blush. “KJ is perfect. He’s so supportive and loving and it’s great. The distance while he’s filming is hard but there’s so much social media that allows us to contact each other that we’ve learned to live with it.. He’s here tonight actually sitting in the front row. He’s my biggest fan and I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. I’m honestly the luckiest girl in the world with the amount of love I have.”

Meanwhile in the Band Room at Any Given Moment: Band Senior, Sobbing About Something
  • band senior, sobbing: my last time empTYING MY SPIT ONTO THIS FLOOR
  • band senior, sobbing: my last time getTING STUCK WITH THE SHITTY STAND
  • band senior, sobbing: my last time lisTENING TO THE PERCUSSIONISTS GETTING SCREAMED AT FOR SETTING FIRE TO A BUNCH OF BROKEN REEDS
  • band senior, sobbing: my last time conSIDERING KILLING ALL THE TRUMPETS WITH A MALLET
  • band senior, sobbing: my last time beiNG WHACKED IN THE HEAD WITH A TROMBONE SLIDE
SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.15

A/N: Well, well, well you guys I have returned. I know this chapter is long overdue and I apologise, but these are the last few days of school and when you’re in honors classes that apparently means give loads of work to the teachers.Then I was going to upload it hours ago but Oliver (the guy Connor is based on) spontaneously took me out for ice cream and shit. Anyway, I’m satisfied with this chapter and it’s long as hell, but I hope you all enjoy it. Remember 100 notes and feedback for 16.💕

**WARNING**: Loads of profanity, but that’s all.


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“I’m so glad you got a haircut.” You teased Connor as you ran your fingers through his now neatly trimmed and styled hair.“I don’t know what the hell you had going on with it yesterday.”

“Oh shut up, Y/N.”

The two of you had been roaming the mall shopping for hours on end. You knew that Connor needed a well deserved girl’s day, and what’s a better way to spend it besides shopping with a fashion major? You were dragging Connor towards Tip N’ Toe for scheduled pedicures.

“So, what’s your plan for me and Felix?”

“Not sure yet.” You admitted to him.“ He kind of refuses to talk about the subject.”

“That’s Felix for you.” Connor chuckled although he found no amusement with his situation.“ Hold things in until shit hits the fan.”

“Maybe you two need this little break. It might help you grow stronger or something.”

“What about you and Calum? You haven’t said much about him.” Connor quickly changed the subject and you rolled your eyes.“ Uh oh.”

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One Jump Ahead - Avengers x Reader (May Song Challenge)

Words: 2613
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Wade Wilson, and practically all of the avengers. I’m not kidding.
Warnings: SWEARING, Mention of hacking, guns, fighting, explosions, punching, basically every form of violence an Avengers movie uses.
Summary: Inspired by the song One Jump Ahead from Aladdin, you are a thief just trying to make it in New York. After graduating high school, things got hard. And like Aladdin says, gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat, but little does your friend know that you steal more than just the necessities. And when the Avengers get on your trail, things take a turn.
Authors Note: I LOVE ALADDIN. I love this fic. it’s a super long fic, obviously, so let’s see how this goes! Kinda OOC Wade because he doesn’t break the fourth wall, but, ya know. Just go with it.

What is this challenge? Jadyn’s Version. Ao3.

Song Challenge / Avengers / Full Masterlist


“Three…two…one,” You smiled when the alarm started to go off. You were already blocks away from the alarm, and it was one of the easier robberies. That store gets robbed a lot, they should really look into security.

You stopped when you landed on the roof of the place you claimed as your home, not that it was much, though. You watched the sun rise and took a bite from the bread you just stole from the store, the amusement of seeing the cop cars coming around the corners to get to the blaring alarm. You’ve got to be the best thief New York has ever seen. Young enough to pass off as a million characters, easy to hide, and you know everything there is to know about New York.

You jumped down the hatch to your small home that no one knew existed. It was the attic of an apartment building that has restricted access at the door, but no one went in the doors anyway; so you have heat, air conditioning, and if you sneak around, a bathroom.

“Getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we, (Y/N)?” You heard the cunning and deep voice who loved to tease you.

You laughed and split the bread in half. “You’re only in trouble if you get caught,” You snapped, a smirk on your face. “Want some bread?”

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