skarella

In my imagination since '01 🐉⚔️🌻

[notskarella]

🌻🎬 things i like 📽🌻

the walking dead 🧟‍♀️

house of the dragon 🐉

resident evil 👠

supernatural 👻

the rookie 🚔

high potential 🧠

from 🌴

the boys 💥

taylor swift 🎶

the last of us 🧟‍♂️

the lord of the rings ⚔️

games 🎮

horror movies/series ☠️

and many more.....

[cinnnamonkiss]

REWRITING THE SCRIPT

summary: you’re in love with steve harrington, but he’s still chasing after nancy wheeler.

warnings: very slight angst, love confession, fluff, friends to lovers, no use of y/n

wc: 954

an: wrote this one with the help of my amazing friend (thanks bri!) feel free to leave requests!

dividers: @toastray

you and steve harrington were best friends. but sometimes, you wished he saw you as more. you wished he would look at you like he looked at nancy wheeler.

you knew steve was still in love with nancy, everyone did. and you told yourself that you were okay with it, that as long as steve’s happy, you’re happy. but you knew that was a lie. you knew you wished he would see you as more than the friend that’s “like a sister”. you wanted him to see you how you saw him.

even after everything, after the fight with jonathan, after the breakup, after nancy completely moved on from steve to jonathan, he still chose her. you wondered why he couldn’t just notice you. i’m right here, you’d think to yourself.

but you were just his best friend. the person he called at 2 am because he couldn’t sleep. the one who sat beside him on his couch while he talked about nancy, about how he missed her, how he’d messed it all up.

and still, you stayed. because loving him was never the problem, it was him never loving you the way you loved him.

but one day, something… shifted.

you first noticed it on a thursday. just a normal thursday, nothing special about it. just a regular, slow afternoon at family video. steve was behind the counter, sorting returns while you sat perched on the counter next to him.

you handed him a tape, he took it. normal. except, he paused. his hand lingered for a second longer. when his eyes flicked up to yours, there was something in his eyes. something.. different. softer, maybe?

“what?” you asked

“nothing,” he looked away quickly. “just zoned out.”

you didn’t buy it, but you let it go. for now.

the next few days were weird. not necessarily bad. just.. weird. steve was still steve. he still showed up to family video with that stupid grin and terrible jokes, still showed up to movie night with all of your favorite snacks. but something felt off. he’d stopped talking about nancy. it felt new, you and steve noticed things you hadn’t before.

on monday, he bought you coffee. well, he didn’t just buy you coffee, he got your exact order, fingers brushing when he handed it to you. which could mean nothing, right? you were reading too much into it.

on tuesday, you and steve closed together. this is it, you thought. this was the day you were going to come clean, to tell steve how you felt, because based on how he’d been acting recently, maybe he felt it too. you locked up, stepping into the pouring rain, the sky a mix of dark blues and bruised purples. steve walked you to your car, stopping when you reached the door.

“so,” he said, rocking on his feet, shifting his weight from heel to toe.

“so,”

“can we talk?” he asked

“sure,” you answered, signaling to the passenger door. you then climbed into your car, steve settling into the passenger seat soon after.

the rain settled into a steady rhythm, pattering against the windshield while the wipers fought to push the water away.

you sat in silence for a while, listening to the beat of the storm, when steve finally spoke up. he took a breath, as if he was preparing himself for something.

“i’ve been trying to convince myself that i didn’t feel something,” he started. “for weeks, maybe even months.”

“what?”

“that i didn’t feel something for you.” he clarified.

your heart skipped a beat. you stayed quiet.

he shifted in his seat, turning towards you. “i kept telling myself that we’re just friends. that the way i felt when you laughed at one of my jokes, or smiled at me was just friendship. because i didn’t want to risk anything. i didn’t want to lose what we have. but i can’t pretend. not anymore.”

“steve- what are you saying?” you gasped

“i’m saying i love you. i’m saying i’m in love with you,” he confessed.

“but nancy-“ you started

“i know,” he interrupted. “i know. i’m not gonna sit here and act like i wasn’t a complete mess over her. i was. i was pathetic, and obsessed, and i made it your problem. and i’m sorry. but that- that wasn’t love. that was me holding onto something that was already gone, because it was easier than letting go and confronting my feelings for you.”

you realize, that somewhere between his confession, steve had taken your hand.

“i’m not stuck on her anymore. i’m stuck on you. i love you.” he finished.

the rain continued pattering, but all you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. you sat for a second, processing his words.

when you stayed silent, he started again, “you don’t have to say anything, i just- i wanted you to know that.”

“thank you, steve. i needed to hear that,” you whispered “about nancy. i don’t want to be a rebound, or a backup, steve. i want you. i want us.”

“you aren’t that. you never were,” he said. “i want you. only you.”

you gazed into his eyes, your own dropping to his lips. then, you slowly leaned over the center console, your free hand coming up to rest at his jaw. he searched your eyes for permission. you granted it, a soft smile that told him yes.

and then, he kissed you.

it started slow, tentative, like you were still trying to make sure it was actually happening. the kiss soon deepened, warm and certain, his hand creeping up your neck and into your hair. before the kiss could escalate any more, you pulled back.

“i love you too,” you murmured softly

[notskarella]

❤️❤️❤️

[pinkfanged]

EMMA WATSON as HERMIONE GRANGER Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) — dir. David Yates

[puckckckc]

🌼🌼🌼

[romantashas]

posting a chenford gif a day until the rookie comes back (day 86)

[notskarella]

sunshine x grumpy ❤️🌻

[miyku]

Resident Evil 3 Remake | ▶ dev. Capcom

[notskarella]

Jill ❤️🌻

[v-jolt]

[vampirecorleone]

"So, what's the plan?" | "The plan is you drink a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up." Dawn of the Dead (2004) dir. Zack Snyder

[nimalidraws]

let's be friends forever!

[notskarella]

So cute ❤️☠️📓

[jxnuuary]

Misaaaaaa

[novakstogive]

Sam Winchester SUPERNATURAL — 1.12 "Faith"

[batterycityghoul]

Cloverfield (2008)

[notskarella]

Love that movie ☠️🌻

[rod1biez]

miss her

[notskarella]

Beth 🌻

[mapandmatch]

before dark.

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pairing: kyle crane x reader (dying light)

word count: ~900

warnings: none

genre: angst, comfort

summary: after another day in harran, you and kyle sit on the tower rooftop and reflect on life before the outbreak.

a/n: GUYS this is my first fic, i'm so scared, have no idea what i'm doing, and probably no one is going to read this but hey i wrote something! imo there's such a lack of content on here for dying light so i figured i'd give it a try. if you do stick around, please be nice <3 thank you and have a good day

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The evening breeze had settled over the Slums, carrying the scent of rot and ash with it. Even from where she sat on the Tower rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, the stench found her, but she didn’t notice it much compared to the setting sun on the horizon, a blazing orange spectacle, even through the smoke. 

She could almost lose herself in it, like she did more often these days than she’d ever like to admit out loud, but her best friend always had a way of bringing her back.

“You know, staring at the sun too long is bad for your eyes,” he said, nudging her gently in the side as he sat beside her, his own legs dangling beside hers.

She tore her gaze from it, finding his with the sharp eyes that always found him when he was up to no good. 

“And so what if I went blind for it?” she quipped. “Not like there’s much to look at these days.”

He laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly in the way that made her chest ache. 

“I don’t know,” he rebutted skeptically. “I think you’d miss telling everyone what they’re doing wrong.”

Her eyes rolled, and her head settled forward again, eyes relaxed at the cityscape this time instead of the sun. 

“Yeah…probably would,” she admitted with a sigh, leaning forward so her elbows rested on her knees. 

He leaned forward with her, noting just how quiet she had become. He knew he could leave it. The reasonable part of his brain told him he probably should. The other part of his brain, the one he fought with most days and refused to give a name to, decided against it. 

“What’s on your mind?” he asked her gently.

She waved her hands at him as if to dismiss the question entirely.

“The same old stuff. I’m alright,” she exhaled.

Kyle shook his head. 

“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t do that,” he replied softly. “I’m not asking to pry – you know that – but I don’t want you to think I don’t notice when you’re off.”

She didn’t answer, but he could see her jaw working beneath the skin of her cheek, and he decided to let it go. 

Below them, a viral shrieked in the Slums, waking up for the night, the noise echoing up the alleyways and all the way up to the rooftop. Months ago, the noise would have made both of them flinch, but now, they hardly noticed it, even as the night began creeping in.  

“Just thinking about the way things used to be, that’s all,” she finally explained, barely above a whisper, like she was ashamed to admit it out loud.

His chest tightened. Harran had taught him how to survive infection, track down antizin, reason with angry strangers, and win a fight against virals, but absolutely nothing about this place taught him how to deal with this kind of longing. 

“I wish you could’ve seen it, Crane,” she eventually said when the silence had persisted too long.

He swallowed the lump building up in his throat.

“I wish I could’ve seen it too,” he replied.

He fidgeted with his hands, picking at the callouses on his palms. 

“What did you do back then?”

Her eyes softened at the city, and he swears he must’ve seen the tension in her shoulders unwind just a fraction before she replied.

“I was in uni,” she said simply, like it meant nothing then and even less now.

He glanced over at her briefly, imagining a younger version of his friend, hunched over a desk, laptop and books sprawled across the tabletop, stubbornly fighting against her own exhaustion for the sake of her grades. 

“Really? What did you study?”

She scoffed. 

“Wanted to be a doctor,” she muttered. “But actually, after seeing all this,” she gestured to Harran, “I think I’ve seen enough sick people for a lifetime.” 

He laughed again, softer now, shifting closer without realizing he had done it.

“Okay, humor me. If you could choose something else now, what would it be?”

A dangerous smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she propped herself up further. 

“Easy. I’d be a guitarist,” she replied without missing a beat.

He tilted his head at her, brows creasing in the middle. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.

“You? A guitarist?” he repeated, like he had misheard her. “You any good?”

She barked out another laugh, shaking her head. 

“Never even held one,” she shrugged, “but I figure, what could stop me from figuring it out, right?”

Another screech echoed up from down below. 

She sighed, the smallest, faintest smile on her lips fading as she remembered where they were.

The old, familiar weight settled back into his bones too. It reminded him there was no way out of this place, no matter how badly they both wanted it.

They remained for just a moment before she stood up with a groan, her knees cracking with the motion, and held out her hand to him. 

“Come on. Should probably get back inside before dark,” she said half-heartedly, pulling herself back together already.

He took her hand, his own joints popping as he stood, and offered her a small smile in place of everything else he wishes he could. He followed her all the way to the rooftop door, slowing just slightly as she passed through it. He glanced once more over his shoulder at the city and its setting sun, and finally walked in after her, knowing tomorrow she’d pretend this conversation never happened, and knowing he’d let her.

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picture credits to MulticamFan on pinterest

[blond-shell]

DEMI LOVATO & JOE JONAS Live at Metlife Stadium (Aug. 10, 2025)

[fangrurin]

Emma D'Arcy as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN in House of the Dragon 3.06 'Faceless Men'

[starlanderdaily]

STARLIGHT and HOMELANDER THE BOYS: Season 1, Episode 1—The Name of the Game