Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 2,997 Request:
Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.
Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”
You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”
"think I'll play a bit of Pokémon before I go to sleep, y'know, just to unwind and relax a bit."
Me 10 minutes later:
"HOLY SHIT WHY IS LUSAMINE SUCH A CRAZY BITCH!? HOW BAD DO YOUR MOTHER ISSUES HAVE TO BE TO SAY YES MA'AM AND JUMP THRU A WORMHOLE!? are there any Pokémon who are actually affected by DREAM EATER??!also, THERE ARE WORMHOLES!?!"
↳ “When we first saw you in Supernatural we thought “Oh well, he’s really handsome. But then we found out that there was more than that, that you have so much more to offer. We think that a good actor can take you to a different place and is able not to only make you forget that you are watching an actor but who also makes you care about the journey of a character. And you really make people who watch you care about you and your characters and not just because you have a pretty face. You handle both, tragedy and comedy, with equal ability and your face and eyes speak a thousand words, even when you are saying nothing at all. So, when Supernatural will end, don’t think about it as a conclusion but as a stepping stone which will lead you towards a bright future, because you are Oscar material.” - a lovely fan at JIBCon 2011 [x]
Newt Scamander x reader
Warnings: fevers, slight angst
#22 “You’re warm.”
#44 “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.” (I changed it a bit)
Requested by @awesomenessfeet
It started when Newt collapsed.
“Newt!” you screamed, rushing over to him. He rolled over on the ground.
“‘M fine,” he slurred, attempting to rise, only to stumble into you. His beautiful eyes found your face. “Y/N, you’re so pretty.” You blushed, but still noticed the sheen of sweat covering his neck and face.
“And I think you have a fever,” you said, pulling him up, while simultaneously laying a hand to his forehead. “I thought so. You’re really hot.”
“You’re warm,” Newt said, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I like that you’re warm. Makes me feel warm.”
“Newt, of course you feel warm; you’re burning up,” you sighed, realizing that you had two options. One, Apparate with him to his bedroom and risk potential splinching, or two, lug him up the ladder and out of the suitcase all on your own. In a split second of potentially poor judgement, you screwed up your face and felt the suffocation of Apparation, Newt clutching at your waist. You tried to lay him down, but he kind of just flopped down onto the bed, giving you a dopey grin.
“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he said dreamily.
“That’s very nice, but you need to get your pajamas on, and I’m not doing that for you,” you said, turning your back on him, allowing for him to change.
“You’re so kind. And beautiful. Gosh, I love you, Y/N.” You became a statue. He couldn’t have meant it, right? “I’m in my pajamas, Y/N! Should I get under the covers?” You turned back to a thankfully-clothed Newt (well, you were mostly thankful).
“Yes? Yes! I will get a cold cloth for your forehead,” you declared, slightly flustered. You whipped out your wand and quickly conjured up a washcloth, soaked it, then laid it on Newt’s forehead.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome. Now, try to get some sleep,” you said, looking at the delusional man that you were so helplessly in love with.
“You know, it kind of hurt my heart when you didn’t say I love you back,” you heard him say, and your heart shattered. You wanted to say it back with your entire being, but you were sure that it was the fever talking, so you left without a word.
A couple hours later, you heard him start to wake up. Inhaling deeply, you entered the room, hoping that he was once again in his right mind.
“Newt?” you asked tentatively, perching on his bed. You laid your hand on his cheek to check his temperature, and relaxed when it was normal. You started to move your hand when Newt grabbed it.
“Y/N?” he asked, sitting up slowly, still holding your hand. You forced the blush down and gave him a curious look. “Why didn’t you say it back?”
You were afraid of this.
“Because I… I knew it was the fever talking. I couldn’t give myself that false hope,” you said, avoiding eye contact.
“Why would- I don’t- Y/N, I love you.” You were so taken aback by this that you fell off of the bed.
“And you decide to tell me when you’re half mad?” you nearly shrieked. He looked ahead blankly. “What?”
“You still haven't…” he trailed off, then switched his gaze to you, looking a little broken.
Then it clicked.
“How could I not love you? Of course I love you! You just happen to have the worst timing in the world!” you rambled. A small smile lit up Newt’s face. “Not to mention, I can’t even kiss you right now because you have a fever!” Newt seized you.
I’m assuming you’re reading this immediately after reading Tip 7, so we’ll jump right in. You know what a black bloc is and why it’s important. So, how do you bloc? Pretty simple. We’ll go top to bottom.
Your face should, of course, be covered. Bandannas, black scarves, balaclavas, or a wrapped T-shirt can provide effective masks. Your mask should cover your face fully, be breathable and comfortable, not come off when you move around, and be quick to don; practicing masking up at home is definitely something you should do. Your hair should also be covered. Wear a hood or hat.
Avoid wearing clothes with visible labels, patches, or other designs; they’ll make you stand out, and provide a convenient target for police to settle crosshairs on. Wear your shirt inside out if you have to. Clothes should fully cover your arms and legs, for physical protection as well as anonymity. A black hoodie and pants should do the trick. Cover your hands as well; cheap knit gloves are more than sufficient, and don’t leave fingerprints. Remember, cover as much skin as you can. Leaving anything exposed endangers racialized peeps, and can also expose identifying tattoos.
Shoes can be tricky, and the most easily-identifiable part of your outfit. Communicate with your affinity group to determine what everyone’s wearing. Personally, I’m usually split between cheap sneakers (Vans or Converse work), and combat boots. Sneakers have the advantage of being common, and therefore make you hard to identify both during and after the bloc, but boots are much more durable for both kicking Nazi teeth and protection against rubber bullets or tear gas canisters. Stay in contact with your affinity group; if you’re all wearing boots, go nuts.
I’d recommend bringing a backpack. Like the rest of your clothing, it should be plain black, without identifying labels, markers, or designs. Being in a black bloc implies that you’re there for direct action, and it’s good to bring stuff along for that; bags can also cover designs on the back of your hoodie. Stuff to bring in said bag includes, but isn’t limited to, a respirator(here’s one for $35, if you’re willing to buy Israeli; no ethical consumption under capitalism, remember), extra masks for someone new to bloc, enough snacks and water to keep you going, a change of clothes and shoes, and whatever supplies you need for your action. If it’s an antifa counter-demo, bring a baton or a cut-down baseball bat; if it’s an anti-capitalist demo, bring spray paint for graffiti and painting over camera lenses; if you’re a street medic, bring a first-aid kit. If you bring your phone, take the battery out; cops can track your phone, and even use the microphone, without you turning it on. This goes for planning as well as during the bloc.
Knowing when to bloc and de-bloc is important as well. Don’t leave your house masked up and don’t leave the demo masked up; either makes it easy to target you. Mask up at the demo, preferably out of sight of police or cameras, under a banner, smoke cover, crowd cover, or as you’re walking in. (Layers are super good for this. Wearing a jacket over your hoodie and carrying your rucksack in a separate bag will do the trick.) Same goes for de-masking; do it somewhere you’re not being watched, or under smoke or crowd cover. Basically, don’t be the only one in or out of bloc. Anonymity at the demo is no good if you’re not anonymous going in and out. Smoke grenades are legal to buy in the US, no restrictions, so it might be worth getting one or two and putting in your bag. Talk to your affinity group.
After the march, be careful as well. Don’t go home alone if you can avoid it, and don’t ever post anything specific on Snitchbook. It’s fine to share photos that someone else took, or to express support, but the last thing you want to do is announce that you were there on Facebook.
Finally, be wary of cops in your bloc. Black bloc’s greatest strength can also be its greatest weakness; it’s relatively easy for undercover cops or journos to be as anonymous as you are in bloc. From there, they can try to entrap folks, try to start violence or make the demo seem like a riot on camera, or even try to snatch someone. Know your folks, and if you think someone’s a cop, make folks aware! Distance yourself from agents provocateurs, and make sure other folks do the same.
Remember folks: when we fight, we win, so know how to fight!
BTS REACTION - to waking up with their s/o's arms around them and super close
Hi, dearies. Last reaction today!
He would be extremely happy that you were taking such good care of him. His big smile would easily show up while he would whisper a husky “good morning” even if he was just taking a nap and it was still afternoon. You would probably pull away, but he wouldn’t let you: “Just a little more”
He would look like an angel sleeping, all his features so beautifully arranged and so close to you, you had to whisper something along the lines: “My boyfriend is the handsomest!” and Jin would probably wake up from it. He would smile a little and, noticing how close you were, he would make a pretty face before kissing your cheek: “You’re beautiful too”.
He would be the one to wake up and go back to sleep. As soon as his eyes opened slowly to his dear very close to him, he couldn’t help but move you even closer, putting you in his arms instead. While he went back to sleep he wouldn’t be able to stop a smirk from growing on his face.
He would seduce you right away. When he noticed you were keeping him super close in your arms, joked about him being irresistible while looking still between sleeping and awake.
“Jagi, I won’t run away. I’m all yours, see?” *you laugh letting him go* “I didn’t mean you could leave!”
He wakes up very fast when he notices your face so close to his. He waves at you with a “annyeong” while feeling both embarrassed and happy. You don’t let him go and he doesn’t want to leave either, so he embraces you back and caresses any part of you he can reach to prove to himself you’re real.
He wakes up to a extremely close you, your breathes even mixing. He can’t help but smile big, his happiness replacing his sleepiness right away. You laugh in return, while he tries to hide himself from you in your arms. This probably evolves to a tickle fight to avoid his sudden shyness.
He fell asleep while you were stroking his hair locks and what probably woke him up was you stopping it. So, as soon as your hand left his head, he put it back. You two did the same “take away and put it back” sometimes, until he fully woke up to a super close you. And, obviously, he got like this:
my fav thing is when lance ends up annoying keith, and in a rage keith just ends up tackling lance and pining him down like “what’s your problem??”
and lance is just frozen like. oh. oh no. oh shit. what is his heart doing right now. stop beating faster just because keith is pressed up against you, all in your face, real close and looking pretty. fuck.
Bitty set the slice of pie down on the kitchen table and patted Dex’s shoulder. “Thank you so much, Dex! Everyone’s been avoiding laundry for weeks and–how do I put this–it’s starting to affect the general ambiance.”
“Why do you fix stuff if you hate it so much?” asked Nursey. He was loitering around the freshly cut pumpkin pie sitting on the counter.
Dex dug into his slice and frowned. “Because when something’s broken you fix it. Also? I don’t hate it.”
“Well…You did have a pretty big scowl on your face when you came up the stairs,” offered Bitty gently.
“Tuh,” said Nursey.
Dex shrugged. “I was actually very happy I got the dryer to work. I guess I was confused as to how I got it to work. It’s so beat up. Like, did you guys use to throw kegsters in the basement?”
“It’s okay if it’s for Dibs, Poindexter,” said Nursey. Somehow he had procured a pie slice.
“It’s not,”said Dex.
But he was already out in the foyer. “I mean, seriously, we all do stuff for Dibs. Thanks, Bitty!”