((shitty reply is shitty but i had to put out something))

This is what “balancing the Force” looks like:

I wrote a 25-page paper on Star Wars arguing that “bringing balance to the Force” didn’t mean “the Jedi will be 100% in control” (and of course not the opposite) but bringing the two aspects of the Force into alignment, using Anakin as a case study. Brief recap of my paper:

  • EPISODE I
    • The Jedi literally don’t know that slavery still exists in the galaxy and are shocked when Shmi says “The Republic doesn’t exist out here… We must survive on our own.” So like… the fuck.
    • Anakin asks Qui-Gon “Have you come to free us?” and Qui-Gon says “No, I’m afraid not,” to which Anakin replies, “Why else would you be here?” Here we can see the innocence and goodness in Anakin juxtaposed against the moral ambiguity of the Jedi. They’re there for repairs on their ship - nothing more, nothing less. Witnessing slavery does nothing to change those priorities.
    • The Jedi take a child away from his mother, and when Anakin is (rightfully) scared for his mom, who has been left in slavery, the Jedi are still like well, you know, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, enforcing the laws against slavery seems kinda like a lot of work so we’re just not gonna get involved. That’s like… not quite what you would expect from the “Light” Side.
    • Anakin is literally a child whose mother has been left in slavery and, understandably, he’s kind of freaked out. Instead of acknowledging Anakin’s pain as legitimate and working with him, the Jedi take an oppositional stance, telling Anakin that “Fear is the path to the dark side” - a phrase that was much more apt in the Original Trilogy than it is here, where Anakin is only nine, and his fears are 100% rational.
  • EPISODE II
    • Obi-Wan asks Anakin if he’s sleeping poorly because of his mom, Anakin basically admits yes, and Obi-Wan says “Dreams pass in time.” Uh, Obi-Wan, I’m sure you have good intentions and all, but the problem isn’t in the dream world. Anakin’s dreams are a reflection of the actual, legitimate, very real danger his mother is in, and Obi-Wan’s response only dismisses Anakin’s fear and drives him further away from the Jedi Council. And, again, the Jedi could have fixed this entire situation by either rescuing his mother or actually trying to stop slavery instead of just paying lip service to the idea.
    • Anakin and Padmé fall in love, and Padmé is like “yo is this, like, allowed to happen for you??” and Anakin says “Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi’s life, so you might say we’re encouraged to love.” So… Taking a woman’s child so he can fulfill their prophecy and leaving that woman alone and enslaved on a desert planet is compassionate behavior now? Right. Sounds fake, but okay. Also, Anakin is literally pointing out the hypocrisy in that statement - so you can love humanity and people, but you can’t love a person? That’s super weird.
      • Falling in love is like… not really something you can help? Especially not the first time. Just, you know, speaking as the classic lesbian who has fallen for a straight best friend… just saying “don’t do that” is not really going to help. At all.
    • At this point, the Jedi have created a situation where if Anakin falls in love (as he is wont to do as a literal teenager who was not brought up in the Jedi Order of his own volition), he has to keep that love secret or a) risk expulsion from the Jedi and b) prove them “right” that he can’t be trusted. Which, you know, nobody wants to do.
    • Padmé tells him that he “had a nightmare again last night,” and Anakin says, “Jedi don’t have nightmares.” Yo, what the fuck. This kid is a teenager, his mom is on a desert planet and enslaved, and now he feels like he’s not even allowed to have nightmares? Which are not conscious? I get that the Jedi are supposed to have total control over themselves, but first of all, that’s a completely unrealistic expectation to have of anyone, much less a teenager, and second of all, that’s a real fucked up thing to imply on a mental health level. “You’re guilty, even for the pain that your brain is inflicting on you from childhood trauma in situations (i.e., unconsciousness) that you can’t even control!” Yeah, no. There is no way that could possibly go well. 
      • If Anakin is made to feel guilty for being scared or having nightmares or missing his mom from whom he was taken when he was not even ten years old, and Jedi are pointing to those feelings as evidence that he is dangerous and untrustworthy, he is put in a situation where he cannot admit that he needs help and therefore cannot access help. Like, just get the kid a shrink! And maybe rescue his mom! There are ways to address this and help Anakin stop having feelings, if that’s something we really have to do, without shaming him, which is gross and also distinctly unhelpful.
    • Anakin goes back to Tatooine to find his mom, she’s been kidnapped and tortured by Tusken Raiders, she dies in his arms, and he slaughters the Tuskens and vows to become so powerful he will be able to stop people from dying. Which, like, is not ideal - not condoning murder - but he’s also seen his mother for the first time in years, like at least half a decade, and he is a) completely overrun with survivor’s guilt and b) rightfully grieving and c) also rightfully pissed the fuck off that he finally sees him mom again only to have her die in his arms. Like, I’d be pissed, too. And you know what helps with grief? Talking it out!! Therapy!! Friendship!! You know what Anakin doesn’t have? Literally any of those things. He can’t admit that he’s grieving his mom because it would threaten his place in the Jedi Order. The Order’s strictness continues to place him in a catch-22 where admitting he needs help is already condemning him.
  • EPISODE III
    • Anakin beats Count Dooku in part because he is furious that Palpatine has been “captured” and taps into the Dark Side with that emotion. THEN, Padmé’s like “surprise, I’m pregnant,” and Anakin (again, understandably) flips the fuck out. He has nightmares about her dying in childbirth, and guess who he can’t go to for advice or help or even consolation? The Jedi!! Wow, this is going so well for everyone, what great policies we have here.
    • The Jedi Council want Anakin to spy on Palpatine, and Anakin (correctly) points out to Obi-Wan that this goes against the Jedi Code, against the Republic, and asks why Obi-Wan is asking this of him… to which Obi-Wan replies, “The Council is asking you.” So, you know, this doesn’t exactly endear Anakin to the Council, who have already been pretty shitty to him and are now seemingly hypocritical as well.
    • Palpatine says to Anakin, “Be careful of the Jedi, Anakin. They fear you. In time they will destroy you.” and yeah, he’s playing on Anakin’s confusion and suspicions and totally using him as a pawn here, but he’s also right. The Jedi have proven themselves to not have Anakin’s best interests at heart, even if they have good intentions. And they do fear Anakin, so, you know, that whole “non-attachment prevents fear” thing isn’t really working out for them either.
    • Palpatine tells Anakin that the Dark Side can allow you to control death, and Anakin (who, let’s remind ourselves, has watched his mother die in his arms) begs to know how so he can save Padmé should his nightmares come true and she die in childbirth. And, again, since he can’t go to the Jedi for any help with this, he feels he has no choice but to trust Palpatine.
    • Here we get to a real fun sequence of events. Palpatine tells Anakin he’s a Sith. Anakin threatens to kill Palpatine, but doesn’t, so he can maintain the possibility of learning how to save Padmé. He goes to tell the Jedi, who rush into action and don’t allow him to join them because they think his fear will cloud his judgment, ignoring the fact that a) they’re scared out of their asses too, and b) he literally just betrayed someone close to him??? for people who have really been nothing but shitty??? So I feel like Anakin’s doing surprisingly well rn and the Jedi are basically like, “Yeah, great, but also fuck you and stay here.”
    • Soooooooo, Anakin goes to save Palpatine (again, to then save his wife), and in order to save him he kills a Jedi. At this point, Anakin’s like “I’m completely fucked,” which is true (although he’s been fucked from the beginning because the Jedi suck), and he pledges himself to Palpatine because he doesn’t think he has any other option.
    • Okay, then he goes and murders a bunch of kids, so like. That’s not great. Not gonna condone that. This was A Mistake™. I think we can all agree on that. Moving on.
    • Obi-Wan and Yoda see footage of Anakin’s fun murder time and Obi-Wan goes to try to find and defeat Anakin. In order to find him, he tells Padmé what happened and then hides away on her ship.
    • Padmé talks to Anakin, flips out when she realizes Obi-Wan was telling the truth, and as she tries to talk Anakin down from his panic- and grief-fueled descent into insanity he says, “I won’t lose you the way I lost my mother! I’ve become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of and I’ve done it for you. To protect you.”
      • Side note, at this point I get annoyed because, like, Anakin, she literally Did Not Ask. Buddy, pal, friend, she specifically told you not to do this. I know your heart is in the right place, but like, this really could have all been prevented if you’d just listened to your wife. Why are the women in Star Wars consistently the only people who know what the fuck is going on?
    • Obi-Wan reveals himself, Anakin thinks Padmé betrayed him, and Force-chokes her. So, like, again, the anger is understandable, the Force-choking is not. Not going to defend that.
    • As Obi-Wan and Anakin fight, Anakin says something extremely telling: “From my point of view, the Jedi are evil.” He isn’t lying. He isn’t even exaggerating. The Jedi have fucked him over at every turn. And the point that is being made here is that Anakin descends into madness because he, like the Jedi, lives at moral extremities. He goes mad and gives himself over to the Dark Side because the Jedi have thoroughly erased any possibility of a middle ground. 
      • The utter distrust that the Jedi Council have of “Gray Jedi” and the fact that “Gray Jedi” means both people who walk the middle ground of the Force and people who don’t answer to the authority of the Jedi Council also point to this. We can see this with Jolee Bindo and Qui-Gon, among others. If you walk the middle line, the Jedi will turn their backs on you. (Pro tip: if nobody is allowed to disagree with you, you’re probably not the good guys.)
    • Aaaaaaaaand finally the whole fight ends and Anakin becomes a weird lava-deformed creature of the night and when he finally wakes up and asks Palpatine if Padmé is okay, Palpatine says, “It seems in your anger, you killed her.” So, Anakin at this point a) is consumed with self-hatred, b) has nothing to live for because all of his loved ones either hate him (Obi-Wan) or are dead (Padmé, theoretically), and c) feels like he has no way out of the horrifying mess he’s put himself in. And here the prequels end.

What I’m trying to say here is that the Jedi aren’t perfect, and they don’t always use the Force for good. (See: “slavery is cool, we guess.”) Their emphasis on shutting out your emotions is ultimately what drives Anakin to the Dark Side because they allow no room for mistakes and therefore erase the possibility of Anakin ever getting help. Or, you know, compassion, which is supposed to be the Jedi version of love. So… The Sith suck. But the Jedi also suck. Not as much, for sure, but they are definitely guilty of some real fucked up things.

Now for the fun part!!!!! Rey, in Ep. VII, wins her battle against Kylo when she gets pissed. You can also see in that scene that when he’s overpowering her, you can see both the red and blue light reflected in her eyes, and when she closes her eyes and thinks “use the Force” and opens her eyes again, you only see the red.

What that piece said to me, and what this trailer and the poster say to me, is that “balancing the Force” means recognizing that emotions are not evil unto themselves, that you can love people and use that love to fuel goodness. Rey has the potential to balance the Force because she has already proven that she can harness emotion, be driven by emotion, and still use that for the Light Side.

Anyway, I fucking love Star Wars, meta is great, Rey can kick my ass any day, and if I’m right and these trailers are backing up my theory I am literally going to lose my mind.

shit i remember from my 2007 - 2013 fanfiction.net experiences (before i finally jumped ship for ao3 like everyone else)
  • “don’t like don’t read”
  • uses of the terms “lemon” and “lime” (apparently there was a difference. lemons were porn but i’m STILL not sure what a lime is. i also have NO idea how “lemon” came to mean “porn”. not sure i want to, tbh.)
  • soooo many “i do not own please don’t sue me” disclaimers
  • fics where the whole premise that the whole cast was trapped someplace together and the reviewers would leave questions in their comments and then the characters would answer them in-story. like “ask that guy with the glasses” except shitty and usually self-indulgent towards the author’s preferred ships. (i may have written one of these when i was 12.)
  • authors who legit updated on a schedule (and stuck to it). some every fucking day. (you still see this on ao3, but not NEARLY as much.)
  • fanfic authors who basically had a following and fandom of their own. (again, this still happens, but not as much. not sure if that’s a good thing or not.) not bad considering most of them were 13.
  • “yaoi!!! that means boy kisses!!! don’t like don’t read!!!”
  • putting “————-” or “xxxxxxx” bc ff.net wouldn’t let you insert a horizontal line to show the end of a section
  • very long, very rambley author’s notes
  • some of which had the authors interacting with/talking to the characters in the fic.
  • fics that weren’t so much stories as they were a chapter-by-chapter detailing of all the cliche plots and tropes used in that fandom’s shitty fanfics. (i actually sorta miss these, tbh)
  • songfics. no, not fics inspired by songs. fics where the lyrics were put in between every paragraph, with some lyrics altered to fit the characters. it was horrific.
  • fics that were up-front about the oc being a stand-in for the reader so they can read about themselves getting with their fave character. as in, it was written in second person and the summary outright said the pov character was meant to be the reader.
  • the forums being used for roleplay before tumblr rp was a “thing”
  • long, LONG author profiles, filled with things like “copy/paste if you’re a [whatever] shipper!” or obviously fake sickly sweet anecdotes (think chain email levels of bad), or worst of all (in my opinion), a pro-life anti-abortion story from the point of view of a fetus. it was as bad as it sounds, if not worse.
  • listing all your ships on your author profile page
  • seeing a title that was all lowercase letters and thinking “lazy” rather than “aesthetic”
  • “101 one ways to annoy [insert character here]” (voldemort was popular for these things)
  • it being fucking impossible to find f/f fic that wasn’t porn
  • writing ships as “characterxcharacter” instead of “character/character”
  • author’s notes in the middle of the story. literally you would be reading a fanfic and all of a sudden, in between paragraphs… A/N: awwww isn’t it cute how they’re thinking the same thing!!! XD”
  • for that matter, author’s notes using the XD emoticon
  • people FLIPPING THEIR SHIT whenever their fave author (or just a well-established author in the fandom) changed their username. ESPECIALLY if they changed it from something fandom-specific to something more neutral.
  • “character x/character y. NO CHARACTER X/CHARACTER Z.” bc apparently you think i’d think your fic clearly marked character x/character y would be nothing but character x and character z making out.
  • trollfics trying to capitalize on my immortal’s infamy. there are still trollfics, of course, but they tend to be more subtle. 
  • for that matter, trying to pass a trollfic off as a legitimate fic rather than just admitting it’s a parody
  • specifically reading fics for your notp just to bash it in the reviews
  • people putting replies to reviews for the previous chapter in the author’s notes (this died down a LITTLE once ff.net finally added a reply function, but not much)
  • the great fanfiction.net purge (ahh yes. history lesson time. basically, back in the olden days of fanfiction, when everyone actually used ff.net, one fateful day, back in biblical times – 2011 – ff.net decided to make MA rated stuff – basically porn – not be allowed on the site anymore. ofc people kept posting it anyway, but then ff.net started deleting stories from the website with no notice to the authors. just poof! gone. the aftermath was HORRIFIC. people were FURIOUS, as a lot of people had no backup and just lost their stories. so ff.net stopped enforcing the rule, but the damage was done. this was when people began to officially leave for ao3, i think.)
  • lots of harry potter fanfics about the my immortal versions of the characters interacting with the canon characters. some of these were actually quite funny – i think they’re still around, but i don’t see them as much. (i actually wrote one of these stories. it is still, to this day, the most popular story i ever wrote.)
  • drabbles that were ACTUALLY 100 words long.
  • fictionpress (a sister site for original fiction. it was like wattpad before wattpad was wattpad. it never really took off. come to think of it, i may still have some stuff on there from when i was 12 i need to take down)
  • “crackfics” that consisted mainly of “lulz iM SO RanDOm!!!111!!!!!oneone XD cheeeeeeeese!!!!!!” humor
  • “i suck at summaries”
  • “this is my first story so please be nice”
  • “i’ll only update if i get 10 good reviews”
  • AUs before “AU” was a really widely used term, so the author’s note would have a length explanation for why they had to change things for the story and apologizing over and over instead of just noting the AU in the summary
  • AUs out of laziness rather than for creative/plot reasons (ie, “luna’s a gryffindor in this fic because i couldn’t find another reason for her to be here”)
  • authors notes apologizing for late updates
  • being genuinely shocked when you found a GOOD fanfic
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Six

Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation.
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich)
Words: 6.2k+
Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You had to get through another four hours of filming before you would get a chance to talk to Jared alone.

You apologised to the make-up team when you went back into the trailer, your face blotchy from being sick and your make-up ruined from crying.

The whole time you were on set, your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, you were wondering how to tell Jared that you were carrying his illegitimate, unplanned child.

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(Note: All real nhl teams are populated by fake fictional people in this fic.

Also note: I’m sorry this is disjuncted, I just needed to bang this out.

Triple note: yes this is a pride and prejudice au. 

edit: Part 1

“Brah, brah!” Shitty burst into Jack’s apartment. Jack was sitting next to his counter with a protein shake and smiling down at his phone dopily. “You gotta listen to me.” 

“The emergency key is for emergencies, Shits.” Jack sent a smiling emoji to the other person and received a string of unintelligible emojis in return. It was adorable. 

“There are two emergencies today,” Shitty said. “No, strike that, make it three. So the first emergency is that I wanted to see you.” 

“You can’t keep using that excuse to burst into my apartment whenever you feel like it.”

“Shhh,” Shitty put his hand over Jack’s mouth. “Just let me love you.”

“The second emergency is that I finally ran Chad Wickham out of Providence and I wanted to celebrate that with you,” Shitty plopped a bag of booze and snacks onto the counter.

“Shits, I’m not eating that junk,” Jack said, still looking down at his phone. “Anyway, Eric left some pie and pastries we can eat if you have to celebrate this.”

“That’s the third emergency, brah.” Shitty said seriously. “That bro is bad news. You gotta ditch him.”

Jack’s phone buzzed twice. 

Eric: Omg Shitty is there? Tell him hello from me! 

Eric: I left some banana pie in the fridge for him tell him to help himself!!! UuU

The two of them looked down at the text. 

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blue monday

Title: Blue Monday
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader
Rating: Very Mature
Warnings: Dirty talk, spanking, choking, super kinky raunchy jealous Josh. There’s blindfolding, toys, handcuffs, aaaand name calling, because I don’t know how to be normal.
A/N: SURPRISE. I’m so terribly sorry I haven’t written any Josh stuff in a while, I’ve been working like a dog to get this one finished. Like I said, it’s pretty kinky and fun, so I really hope you guys like it. Also, blue haired Josh is tops, so that’s what I was imagining the whole time. Thanks to @bringbacktomdelonge​ for helping me stay focused.

Originally posted by dipperhamada

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stuck

#2: “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???”

#14: “I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship.”

#15: “You’re breaking my heart, babe.”

#56: “I found the candles, we’ll be alright.”

warning: cursing

word count: 1,056

a/n: Haha, so I know everyone wants more Monty so here ya go! I’m kinda happy with this because I managed to put 4 ‘quotes’ in this, feel free to request more Monty or anyone else from 13rw! <3


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Keep on Living (Chapter 4) Lin-Manuel x Reader


Part 4 was delayed due to sickness and a broken laptop, sorry for the wait. The final 5th chapter will be up soon!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary - Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else in the company of Hamilton. Lin has suspected for a while, and you are forced to confess when he notices a bruise on your stomach .

I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count -  3371

Tags - @21phantasticromances @doctorstethoscope @huffleheyguys @fandom-nerdness7 @superwholockbooknerd526 @rachurro @alirants @awkwardlyfiona @ruth-hamilton-delrio @shockingblonde @musiclover1072 @breiler @hollyisnotsocial @justfangirlingaround @autistic-alien @ktpayne @chloehamiltonn @livinglikelaarry @iputmyselfintothenarrative @hamlintonheights @favouritefightingfrenchmen @plamspringsdancingontables @myfatherseyesandmymothersname @ctrl-altdelete 

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Your office was dark and silent as you waited for Lin. Down the hall you could hear warm laughter and excited chatter as the cast stayed after the show to meet with the various celebrities in attendance that night. You looked at your watch. If you set off home now then Mark wouldn’t be mad.

Lin had insisted you stay with him tonight. “Remember to wait for me ok? I mean it Y/N, I’m coming to get you as soon as I can get out of here” He’d reminded you minutes before the curtain call that evening.

So now you sat and you waited. You felt like a kid waiting to be picked up after school, and you felt stupid. This was ridiculous. You weren’t a child, you didn’t need need rescuing. You had a home to go and you hated the thought of being a burden to anyone, Lin was probably just being polite. A roar of laughter echoed down the hallway and you flinched. You didn’t want to tear Lin away from all that just to babysit you. You looked at your watch again. If you set off now then you would only be a few minutes late and maybe Mark wouldn’t be that mad. Maybe he’d just shout at you, maybe he wouldn’t hit you.

Lin had promised not tell anyone about the bruise, he’d promised not tell anyone about Mark,  until you were ready. You explained you just wanted to work through today, to put all your energy into the mountain of incredibly dumb and mind numbing paperwork Alex had left you so you wouldn’t have to think about anything else, just for today. He hadn’t pushed you, he hadn’t pressed you. He’d nodded solemnly and said “whatever you need” with a devastatingly kind look which just crushed you.

The weight of this secret hung over you both like a dark cloud all day. The Ham4Ham show which he’d been excitedly plotting all day was now postponed and he approached Renee and Oak to take the lead and host instead.

“Hey what happened to the Backstreet Boys thing? You getting nervous about those dance moves huh?” teased Oak.

“Yeah I guess” Lin replied wearily. Renee pushed Oak aside, sensing something amiss and reassured Lin it was fine.

A few hours earlier he had been so excited about doing something so goofy. But now his eyes had lost their sparkle, instead he looked pensive and reserved and you noticed that he kept tensing his hands into tight fists and closing his eyes. And that made it worse, because it was fine for you to feel shitty, but now there was the overwhelming guilt of making Lin feel shitty too. And he didn’t deserve that.

You looked at your watch again. Ok, if you set off now then you’d definitely be home late. Mark would most definitely be in a terrible mood. He would yell at you that you were disgusting, ugly, pathetic, and as long as you kept quiet and apologized maybe he wouldn’t hit you that hard.

At that moment the door to your office swung open and Lin’s head popped round the door

“Hey Y/N, you ready? Sorry it took so long”

You swallowed the panic that had been rising in your chest only moments before and breathed. The sight of Lin’s soft eyes and a face greeting you with such kindness melted away your trepidation. You nodded nervously and Lin stretched out his hand.

“Let’s go” he said, smiling at you. You offered a weak smile in return and he grabbed your hand to lead you out.

“Ok so I’m warning you, I wasn’t expecting company tonight so things might be a little bit messy” laughed Lin as he opened the door to the apartment. It actually wasn’t that bad, you’d expected it to look a lot more chaotic, but there were piles of notebooks, papers, post-its, forgotten projects, and just the usual chaos you were used to seeing around Lin all the time.

“Honestly it’s fine” you mumbled, looking down at the floor. “I’m just so sorry to be putting you out like this, I feel awful, I shouldn’t be here.” You paused as you entered through the door, as though maybe you really should just turn back home right now. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

“No way, you’re staying. I mean it. You spent the whole cab back here apologizing, you are now entering a no apology zone, ok? No more apologies.” He gave you his best school teacher frown, the one that he used in rehearsals to make you laugh, and you squeezed out a small smile

You place your bag down on the couch, feeling everything move around you in slow motion. You felt like you were under water. When did this become your life? It was an almost an out of body experience where you could see yourself from above, feeling sorry for this mess of a girl in Lin’s apartment. You wondered when you had become this weak.

“I said are these ok?”

“Huh?”

You realized Lin had been talking to you and you’d zoned out. You’d been doing that a lot lately.

Lin gestured at the clean towels in his hands.

“I thought you might need a shower, I just got you some towels. There’s some stuff to sleep in as well, it’s all clean I promise”. He smiled warmly at you but his eyes were still clouded in darkness. The face of someone so desperately trying to cheer you up while masking their own pain. You nodded and smiled and headed to the bathroom.

The hot shower felt good against your sore stiff muscles. Your body ached, and your belly was tender to touch. You looked down at your skin now marked in a map of bruises, some old, some new, and vowed to yourself that there would be no more new bruises after tonight. Mark would never hit you again.

You dried off and smiled to yourself as you unfolded the Ducktales t-shirt and sweatpants Lin had left you. The jersey felt soft against your skin, smelling of peppermint and fabric softener. You headed back to the lounge and for a second you watched Lin as he sat, unaware of your gaze. He sat on the edge of the couch, his hands clasped together in a tight fist which rested on his knees, bouncing up and down in agitation. He cricked his neck. There was a rage in his eyes which he’d been hiding from you. You’d seen it briefly that afternoon when you’d first shown him the bruise, but he’d worn a fake smile all evening for your benefit. But here was the same murderous look on his face, the anger that had scared you, and you felt an instant pang of guilt for making him feel this way.

“Thanks for the shower” you said, making your presence known. Lin looked up at you, the rage instantly melting from his face, and he smiled at you.

“And thanks for all this” you said gesturing to the camomile tea he’d prepared and the blankets and pillows on the couch which he’d set up.

“Oh this is for me, you’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight” said Lin, moving over so you could sit down next to him.

“But..”

Lin held up his hands in protest. “Y’N there’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on this couch ok? No arguments. The bed is yours.” You sat down clutching the mug of tea for warmth and gave a resigned nod.

“God I’m so sorry…” you began

“Hey, this is a no apology zone remember? “ He smiled at you in reassurance and his smile, god, it was more than you deserved right now.

“I’m sorry. I know you said no apologies, but god I’m so sorry” You blinked back the tears forming in your eyes as Lin affectionately placed his hand on your shoulder with a soft squeeze letting you know that it was ok.

“Talk to me” Lin said gently.


And you talked.

You finally talked.

All the things you hadn’t been able to say, finally got said. You told him how things weren’t always like this. How the early days of your relationship with Mark had been fun, how he’d made you feel good, how he used to be a nice guy. But then how he’d lost his job and ended up moving in with you far too quickly and now it doesn’t feel like your home anymore.

Lin didn’t look away, he nodded at you to continue, he never interrupted. When you found yourself unable to form words when things get too difficult, he lightly traced small soft circles on your shoulder with his thumb, inviting you to continue, but never pressuring you to speak. His eyes showing you that he unequivocally believed you.

In a moment of quiet you sipped your tea which had now turned cold.

“And when did he first hit you?” asked Lin, his tone solemn quiet.

“It wasn’t hitting to begin with” You explained. “He’d say things, yell things. He’d yell at me that I was a slut, that I was a whore, that I was disgusting. He’d tell me I was pathetic, that nobody would want me, he made me feel grateful that he even wanted me. He laughed at me, said that my music, my work was worthless, that soon everyone would see I was worthless. And after a while I guess I just started to believe it too. I know that sounds stupid. I mean I know I’m stupid.”

Lin shook his head and stared at the floor, his mouth opened then closed, as though he was about to speak but forced himself not to before taking a breath.

“You aren’t stupid” he whispered.

You told him about the first time he’d hit you. The black eye, the marks on your wrist, the way he’d pulled your hair.

You told him about how Mark had seen the video, about how Jasmine’s words had antagonized him. How angry he’d been.

“And if that wasn’t enough, he heard me drunkenly refer to you as cute in that video, and boy was he gonna punish me for that”.

Lin turned his head to stare at you in that moment, his eyes were wild.

“It was nothing, I was drunk, but he heard it. And that’s why it’s my fault. That night he…. Well I don’t think I can even say out loud the things he called me that night, I don’t think I ever want to hear those words again” You swallowed hard.

“That night I guess I was just a punching bag for him. He told me he’d hit me where nobody would see. He punched me so hard I couldn’t breathe. I just remember him kicking me in the stomach and then nothing. I think I passed out from the pain.”

You swirled the mug of half drunk cold tea in your hands and breathed deeply. You had said it. You’d finally told someone. You felt lighter and free but also in utter shock from your own words, you’d not heard them said out loud before.

You looked over at Lin. He was still staring at the floor. His knee bounced while slowly shaking his head. His hands were in two tight fists, his knuckles white which he flexed and tensed. He muttered in Spanish under his breath

“…Voy a matarlo”

“Lin?”

He looked up at you. He couldn’t keep the anger out of his face this time.

“I’m sorry. I just… god I just can’t believe that someone has done this to you!” He spat out in a rage. “That this fucking scumbag thought he had the right to do this to you. It just….”

Lin sat back against the couch, running his hands back through his hair, exhaling in exasperation.

He looked at you biting his lip, biting back the rage and steadying himself.

He lowered his voice.

“This wasn’t your fault. You know that right?”

“I know. But it’s also hard to really know that. When you hear that you’re a giant piece of shit for 4 months straight that becomes the only truth that you really know.”

Your eyelids felt heavy and you rubbed your temples. It was 3am. You’d talked for most of the night and you suddenly felt exhausted.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you talk about this so much.” Lin said, standing up and reaching out his hand.

“Hey, this is the no apology zone remember” you said smiling sleepily, and you grabbed his hand as he lead you to the bedroom.  

You couldn’t keep your eyes open and Lin pulled back the sheets while you climbed in bed. You wanted to say more, you wanted to apologize at least a hundred times more, explain that you weren’t stupid, you wanted to figure out a plan of action, figure out what you were going to do about Mark, and then add a few more apologies in for good measure. But all you could mumble out was a sleepy “thank you” as your head hit the pillow.

Lin pulled the blanket over you and gently kissed your temple while whispering “Goodnight” before turning out the light and leaving you to sleep.

You woke up just 3 hours later in a panic. Where were you? Where was Mark? You caught your breath and tried to calm yourself down. Your eyes adjusted and you realised you were in Lin’s room. Last night’s confessional came flooding back and you realised it was ok,  you were safe. Mark wasn’t here.

You sat up in bed. The blanket, the pillows, your t-shirt all smelled of Lin: peppermint, his coconut shampoo, and something else, something warm and familiar. Looking at the empty space next to you in the bed you felt a pang of loneliness and the dawning realisation that you wished Lin was there with you. You rubbed your tired eyes. It was far too early in the morning to be having these kinds of confusing feelings. You at least needed coffee before sorting through those emotions.

You crept out of bed, heading down the hall hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen without waking Lin. You stood in the doorway and a smile crept on your face. You didn’t have to worry about waking Lin. It was 6am and Lin was sitting cross legged on the sofa eating cereal watching cartoons with a dopey contented smile on his face.

“Morning!” you croaked

“Hey sleepyhead” he grinned moving up to give you space to join him on the sofa.

“Why are you even awake?” you laughed as you climbed up next to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I could ask you the same” he smiled.

He set his bowl of cereal down, putting his arm around you and greeting you with a friendly forehead kiss, which made your skin tingle. Oh yeah, this was definitely adding to the confusing crush building in your head. But you didn’t move away, you felt safe, and warm, and happy for the first time in months.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t sleep much?” he asked.

“Nah” you sighed. “But it’s ok, I actually feel good. There’s just still so much to sort out though.”

“This definitely calls for coffee then!”

Lin jumped up and brought back the pot of coffee from the kitchen and two mugs and for the rest of the morning you quietly watched old episodes of Powerpuff Girls under the blanket on the sofa in a comfortable sleepy silence. You were so relieved that he hadn’t pressed you for more details, thankful that he hadn’t tried to get you to talk any more. You were all cried out, and you were so grateful that there was no expectation for you to continue the intense conversations from the night before.

“You know you can stay here for as long as you need” Lin said finally, breaking the silence. “You don’t have to figure anything out just yet, we can deal with Mark stuff later when you’re feeling up to it.”

You nodded. You weren’t able to make any of the big decisions that morning. Decisions such as whether to go to the police, how to get Mark out of your home, how to move on with your life, and why you felt this strange nervous flutter inside you when Lin smiled at you. They would all need to wait for another time.

“Thank you” you said earnestly. “Honestly, for everything, just… thank you.”

He smiled before pulling you back into another hug. It’s a friendly gesture, you told yourself. But still, you felt tingles of confusion and excitement ripple through you as he pulled you back under his arm and kissed the side of your head. You shivered and turned to face him, your nose practically touching his. Your skin felt electric.

This wasn’t just a friendly gesture.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you looked away.  He glanced down at your lips, his mouth opened and he gently cupped your cheek with his hand. He looked up at your eyes searching to see if this was ok. You saw the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly before he pulled you close to him and closed his eyes.

He kissed you so softly it tickled your lips. A small soft butterfly kiss that seemed to linger in slow motion as his bottom lip dragged lightly against yours. It lasted a second before Lin pulled back, removing his hand from your face and shaking his head, his eyes already full of apologies.

“God, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” He shook his head and bit his lip.

You looked from his eyes, down to his lips and you didn’t even think. You leaned in and kissed him again. You caught him by surprise and pressed your lips to his.  He slowly began to kiss you back. They were small delicate quick kisses at first, turning into deep hungry desperate kisses, and you felt his hand in your hair, holding the back of your head pulling you closer to him, and his other hand caressing your cheek while his lips danced with yours. Strands of his hair brushed against your face as your pressed closer.

His lips felt urgent and warm and you felt his hand move from your cheek, slowly moving down your arm before wrapping around your waist. You gasped, your skin was still so tender to touch and you suddenly broke away from his lips, moving his hand away from the sore and aching bruise on your waist.

“Oh shit…” Lin began

“It’s ok it’s ok, I just… It still hurts” you winced.

“God, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, we’re in a no apology zone, remember?” You smiled, but Lin didn’t smile back. He stared  down at your waist where you’d lifted up the t-shirt to inspect your bruise. Your skin was dark purple and blue, with yellow edges and his eyes were wide in panic.

“No, this is too soon. You’re vulnerable and not ok, and I don’t want to take advantage of you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

There was a stunned silence, and your face flushed with embarrassment. Of course he didn’t want to kiss you. Who would want to kiss you? You were ugly and pathetic, and isn’t this what Mark had always told you? You were worthless, you were nothing, you were a joke, and you all you heard was Mark’s cruel laughter ringing in your head.

“It’s ok” you said softly. “It was my fault, it was stupid. Let’s pretend that never happened ok? We’re just friends, I was confused and I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

(Mark was right, I’m pathetic. I’m ugly. I’m a joke)

You looked back at the tv, suddenly finding yourself incredibly immersed and engrossed in the latest Powerpuff Girls adventures avoiding all eye contact with Lin.

“Hey Y/N really, it’s ok, you didn’t overstep, I really wanted to…”

You cut him off

“Hey, so I should probably get dressed” you exclaimed, a little too brightly. “And I might need to head to Target and pick up some underwear or something.” You began clearing up the the mugs and Lin’s forgotten cereal bowl.

“And we still have Ham4Ham to work on today. I hope you’ve been practicing your Backstreet Boys!” You forced a wide grin.

Lin’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you ok?”

“Of course!” you smiled.

(I’m ugly. I’m worthless)

“Are we ok?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. “Yes of course we are. You’re absolutely right, that shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just keep things light and easy today, I think that’s all my brain can handle.”

(Mark was right)

Lin looked at you, studying your face before nodding slowly in agreement.

“Whatever you need, I’ve got you.”  

You nodded, unable to speak. Faking a smile and holding it together had become your speciality.

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Thanks for reading.  The 5th and final chapter is coming soon here!

Unexpected

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2300 (did NOT mean for it to be this long)

warnings: swearing

prompt/request: “Hiiii, can I get a lin x reader where they run into each other on the street or something and they’re both wearing the same outfit (like black jeans and gray hoodies(™️️) and red converse or something) and its just really fluffy and stuff? Ok thanks!!” from an anon

a/n: thIS PROMPT WAS SO CUTE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE. enJOY!!!


Fuck this wind, you thought angrily as you stomped down a New York City sidewalk.

It had been a tough day, to say the least. Your boss was a moron, your co-workers were bitches, and you had started the morning off by waking up half an hour later than you normally intended and, in result, arrived an hour late for work, which earned you glares and lots of scolding – not to mention your laundry hadn’t finished in time, so you were stuck wearing the same hoodie, jeans, and black converse you wore the night before to make a convenience store run.

When you finally got off for lunch break, you knew you needed to get out of there.

You moved your hood down so it was over your face and slid your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Grey clouds gathered overhead, and the swift breeze whipped hair across your face and into your mouth. Your eyebrows knitted together in the center of your forehead. You didn’t want to go back to work, but with weather like this? How the hell was your mood supposed to improve when the weather was so utterly miserable? It would do nothing but make you angrier, and you knew if you got any angrier, you wouldn’t be able to get any work done. You stopped for a second, pulled out your phone, and just began to type in your passcode when –

Smack!

You fell face-first onto the cement.

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Conversations

“You’re quiet tonight,” Bitty noted. It was a common line between them, a way to recognise that Bitty understood that something was on Jack’s mind and an opening to talk about it if Jack wished.

“You were doing fine carrying the conversation on your own,” Jack had obviously recovered from his wandering thoughts enough to chirp him. “I was just letting you get it all out before you start texting about it.”

“It’s tweeting as you know full well, Mr Zimmermann,” Bitty shot back. “I know you’re hopeless but I refuse to believe that you forget it every time I correct you.”

Jack threw his head back with a laugh that always made Bitty warm with accomplishment every time he managed to draw it from him. “Like you said, I’m hopeless. Or maybe I just like to see your reaction every time.”

Bitty rolled his eyes but remained silent, giving Jack the space to gather his thoughts. Not that Jack ever needed an excuse to chirp Bitty, but he suspected his boyfriend was buying himself some time.

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That Special Time of the Month

Originally posted by antisepticdark

Summary: Fem!Reader wakes up to find that her period came during the night and now she has to deal with the guys being annoying at the office… Well mainly just Mark. Hope you guys like!

A/N: Hello! I wrote a fic, and trust me its not very good and it’s waaay longer than it needs to be. Be gentle, I’m new to the whole posting my writing thing. Also! I speak fluent Spanish so i used some slang in the fic!
“No mames”- Spanish slang/curse for “no way”/“no fucking way”
“Sentida”- Spanish for upset or offended (in this context reader is sad)
Lastly there’s a text conversation in the fic so ‘-’ is Ethan and ‘=‘ is Tyler.

Wordcount: like +2k I’m sorry this is too long bye

Requests are open? This is no good so I don’t know why anyone would be requesting but yeah you can do that if you want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Jug finally revealing how he feels about himself to Betty and Betty showing him her scars and what she does to herself was beyond emotional, Juggie completely bare without his crown and it really made for an intimate moment. It's obviously shown they're growing together as a couple and if it's not too much maybe you could write about them having their first time that night of his birthday, the both of them keeping each other's insecurities in mind.

@bugheadisperfection I was wondering if after Jughead kisses her hands and Betty kisses him and she pulls away he kisses her again, but a little more roughly and passionately and later on they go back to her house and snuggle and fall asleep in each other’s arms? Neck kisses too please!

I combined quite a few prompts for this one! I also saw @lostinafictionaluniverse and @jandjsalmon tag me in something to do with Juggie acknowledging Betty’s crown sweater and realising what that means so I’ve included that in here too. I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s been a while since my last fic!

Warning: starts off a bit angsty and then all the smut at the end.


Betty sucked in a sharp breath as she watched Jughead press his cool lips against her trembling hands. The simple gesture was everything. It was him, despite his every worry and every fear, telling her that her imperfections were alright. It was him telling her that he accepted her for what she was, still felt the same way about her as he did before, despite her flaws. All the oxygen left her lungs as the realisation hit her full force. She looked at his soft features, illuminated by the bright neon light of Pop’s sign, heart clenching at the deepening bruise around his eye and the dark gash on his cheekbone. He was still here, he’d heard it all and he was still here. His eyes glanced up, meeting hers with a gentle uncertainty, down-turned at the corners as he tried to absorb as much of her pain through his touch as he could.

It felt like a magnetic pull, bringing her towards him. It had felt like a subtle shift in her centre of gravity at first, tilting her slightly off balance as she tried to find her bearings once more. An almost nonexistent buzzing just under the surface of her skin, so calming that she hadn’t even realise it was there, that he was the cause. And then he’d kissed her and everything exploded. The buzzing turned into full fledged vibrations, taking over her entire frame until she couldn’t think straight. Then the dust settled and everything was better. Everything was brighter, more focused, in a way she had never imagined before. What she’d felt for Archie, she realised, hadn’t even scratched the surface.

But the brightness had only made the darkness more noticeable in comparison. Not more frequent, not more intense, just an ever-present clouding around her peripherals, threatening to engulf her as it always did - now with far worse consequences, she had thought. She’d almost experienced, first hand, what it would be like to have everything taken away and never wanted that feeling, that suffocating void, to flood her again. Her eyes flicked to his lips, set in a frown and slightly chapped as he let out a deflating sigh. She drifted forward, unable to resist placing a hard, bruising kiss against his mouth, trying to tell him everything she was sorry for, everything she was grateful for - she needed him to know that he could have all of her, as much as he wanted for as long as he would have her. She settled against his shoulder, revelling in the feeling of being encircled in his warm embrace as she played sleepily with the fingers holding hers.

Betty knew they needed to say more - that she needed to say more. She cursed her mother in that moment for every doubt she placed into her head. She knew she trusted Jughead with everything she had, always would. He was a part of her, mind and body. Oh… The realisation sent a jolt though her tired frame, simmering beneath the skin like a thousand tiny flames, lighting her up with an unfamiliar heat that she’d never experienced before. She was ready to giver her all to this boy, she was so sure that it hurt. She took a deep breath, trying to release some of the tightness in her chest, slow her pounding heart, as she lay, stone still, in his embrace.

“Juggie, I’m sorry. I didn’t say it before but I truly am,” she whispered, feeling his head turn to gaze down at her but not moving to meet his eyes, unsure that she’d be able to stomach the open sincerity she knew she’d find there. “You were right… what you said about me trying to prove something. But… it wasn’t for Archie or for anyone,” she swallowed, choking out the words as she closed her eyes against the image of Jughead’s face as he’d spat the accusations at her, fingers closing a little tighter around his hands as they barred her fingernails from piercing the delicate flesh of her palms. A shaky breath flew from her lips as she tried to fight past her every insecurity, give herself up to him completely. “It was for myself, I didn’t believe in me. I… I didn’t believe that I could be anything less that perfect, that I wasn’t allowed. Here I was, finally happy with the way some parts of my life were turning out. I had you,” her voice trembled, pitch rising, thick with tears. She felt his heart thudding erratically beneath her ear. She used every last inch of her power to will him to stay. “And we w-were us, it was supposed to be perfect.” She breathed the word, cringing at her own use of the curse. But that’s what she’d realised - she spent so long resisting the label of perfect that in order to make herself something else it was exactly what she had tried to become. The perfect back alley investigator, the perfect sleuthing journalist, the perfect girlfriend to the boy she felt rebellious for dating. “It was so unexpected, so out of the blue - Betty and Jughead. It felt like everything that wasn’t supposed to happen but I needed it. I was proving to myself that I was good at being everything I wasn’t meant to be. And I used you to do it. But…” This was it, it was coming out and she couldn’t stop it. “I love you, Jughead,” she breathed, tension snapping in her chest like an elastic band. Her whole body felt like it was free falling and it was the most exhilarating sensation, she didn’t want it to end. “And I don’t want us to be together for any other reason than we make each other happy,” she finished, voice hard with the firmest conviction she could muster.

Jughead was tense beneath her. She held her breath as she waited, for what felt like an eternity, for his reply. He slipped his hands from hers, moving them to her shoulders to pull her back and force her eyes, swimming with unshed tears, to his. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, cheeks flaming, as she waited for his inevitable rejection. But at least she’d said it now, she wouldn’t regret it. He took a breath, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. When he opened them again their blue was so deep she felt like she was drowning.

“Betty… Betts, I didn’t mean what I said to you, those things in Archie’s garage. I-I know I told you I was scared of getting hurt, for being who I am. I didn’t tell you that I was scared of who I am. I was trying to pass a shitty hand off as a full house and I thought I was getting away with it. I kissed you and you smiled. We were investigating Jason’s murder and writing for The Blue and Gold and it was enough to silence every tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that it was all one big shitty joke, that I couldn’t have this. Everyone gets left behind, everyone leaves. I was scared that I would be the one to leave you, it’s practically in my genetics,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need the burden that I could place on your shoulders, so if I could make you leave me it wouldn’t be as bad.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, force leaving stark white lines on his already pallid skin, disappearing as fast as they appeared.

Betty didn’t know when the tears had begun to fall. She reached up with shaking hand, thumbs skimming his cheeks, to card her fingers through his dark waves, finally free from behind his armour. His eyes slid shut once more, sighing in foreign contentment as she eased the ache building up in his skull. He startled as he felt soft lips press against one eyelid and then the other, corners of his lips tilting up in mild amusement. Her voice brought him back to the present.

“You said it yourself, Jug. We are not our parents,” she whispered, the soft spoken words glinting with a sharper edge. “You should believe in yourself as much as I believe in you,” she said, smile creeping into her voice as she thought of all the times he pulled her back from the edge. She pressed a hand against his chest, as if she was checking he was really there. He huffed out a laugh through his nose, eyes settling on her fingertips, following the line of her arm. His eyes came to rest on the bright yellow crown emblazoned on her chest. His smile widened as he reached out a tentative finger to run across the fabric.

“I never told you how much I liked this,” he mumbled, looking at her sweater with mirth in his eyes. He like this side of Betty, her playful side. It was all too frequently hidden away. He looked at his signature, prominently displayed across her front, the realisation knocking him back. She’d put it there, it was her choice. His head spun with its every connotation, he couldn’t help but feel the swell in his chest at the idea of other people looking at it and just knowing.

“I’m yours, Juggie,” she murmured, looking up at him bashfully from beneath thick eyelashes, crystal tear drops still clinging to a stray few. Her thudding heart suddenly made him aware of the positioning of his palm, pressed against her breasts, covering the crown with slightly curled fingers. A scarlet blush bloomed across his cheeks, mouth going dry as he attempted to pull his hand away. She was quicker, placing her own palm over the back of his hand, pushing firmly, keeping him against her. The green of her eyes deepened as she leaned forwards once more, capturing his lips, chests pressed close together, joint hands wedged in between.

Betty gasped against his lips as one kiss turned into two, three, four, Jughead lifting his free hand to the back of her neck, fingers slipping slightly into the tight hair of her ponytail to scratch against her scalp. Her open lips allowed him to swipe his tongue along the inside of her lower lips, eliciting delicate whimpers that he swallowed down like the sweet milkshake abandoned on the table before them. Her hand grasped at his denim-clad bicep, willing him ever closer to her every inch, their proximity never enough to quench the flames of desire that burned in the pit of her stomach. He groaned, the sound erupting from the depths of his chest, as she sucked gently on the tip of his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate ice cream that still lingered there. He pulled away, mind dizzy, to rest his forehead against hers, breath coming in heaving gasps. The sound of the bell above Pop’s door alerted him to their surroundings, the diner all but a faded memory until then, fresh heat coming up to join his already flushed cheeks.

“We should probably…” he breathed, unsure of what he was suggesting to her. He felt Betty nod instantly against him, breath just as ragged as his own.

“We should,” she replied, not knowing what she was agreeing to but agreeing none the less. It didn’t matter, she just knew that she wanted to. She took his hand, pulling him from the booth and not letting go as they began the walk home.

He stood before the Cooper residence, unsure of what was going to happen next but still entirely unwilling to drop her hand. He could feel the tiny, rough edges of her fresh crescent scars rubbing against the smooth skin of his palm, spurring him to grip all the more tightly. They stood before each other, easy silence settling over them, their faces a reflection of timid smiles. Neither made to move, to break the trance that had seemingly swept them up on the sidewalk.

“Do you…” Betty began, pressing her lips shut as he raised an eyebrow at her in question, waiting for her to find the words to continue. “Would you come inside?” she asked eventually, words laden with hints of promise. A fine sweat broke out over Jughead’s entire body, cooling quickly in the frosty night air and making him shiver. Anticipation and nerves fought for dominance as she stared at him with wide, probing eyes. He swallowed, focusing on the way her hand felt in his.

“I want to,” he began, nodding his head in the barest of movements. “I do want to. Betty…” She silenced his concerns with a teasing kiss, lacing it with every intention she had, that she hoped to give him. He pulled back with a chuckle. As much as he’d like to just lose himself in Betty Cooper he’d made a promise with himself to talk, to use his words with her from now until forever. “I want everything with you, Betty. I just need to know that you’re sure, that it’s not just because of everything that happened tonight. Because we’re both scared…” he trailed off, brow furrowed. His fingers twitched by his side, aching to touch every inch of her, to know every part of her inside and out. She smiled easily, caressing his cheek with the lightest of touches.

“It is because of everything that happened tonight. But only because that has made me realise that this? This is everything I’m ever going to want. That we know each other completely. I want to feel it, Jughead. I’ve never been more sure.” He studied her eyes, nothing but clear, and nodded, firmer this time.

“Me too.”

An entirely new feeling coiled like a spring low in Jughead’s stomach as she led him up the stairs, walking him into her room with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, half hiding her pretty smile. He cupped her face, coaxing the plump flesh back out so he could capture it with his own in a series of light, tender kisses. Betty left out a soft moan as his hands travelled down the slope of her neck, tilting her head to give him more access as his mouth followed, planting butterfly kisses along the almost translucent skin, breathing in deeply as he became drunk on the warm scent of strawberries that rose from her being. Her fingers clutched at his hips, spurring him to seal his mouth over her pulse point and suck gently. He smiled against her neck as he felt her pulse flutter, breath leaving her lips in a shaky gasp.

Betty walked them backwards, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall discarded in a heap to the floor, until her legs hit the edge of the mattress. She broke away from him to crawl to the centre of her bed, sitting back on her knees and beckoning him towards her with soft eyes. He slipped off his boots and slid next to her, not sure of his next move, whether he wanted to do everything or nothing at all. His fingers flexed around empty air, catching her eye as she moved to a stroke a soothing hand through his hair once more. They were both damaged, both fractured, building up so many layers of protection around their hearts that is seemed impossible to break through. But here, in this moment, Jughead could feel the constant glow that poured from ever fibre of Betty’s being melt away the cold, hard wax of his facade. She pushed him back with steady hands until his head was resting against her pillow, her sheets wrapping him in the comforting scent he had grown to love. She draped herself along his side, following his descent until she could rest her lips over his, drawing out long, languid kisses as a more confident hand came up to push her hips harder against his own. A low growl that surprised even himself left his lips as her thigh brushed intoxicatingly against the slowly forming bulge in his pants.

Betty sat back, now straddling one of his thighs, chest heaving deliciously in front of Jughead’s face for just a moment as his tongue came out to wet his lips subconsciously. She ran the pads of her fingers down his clothed chest, eliciting a shiver that ran straight down his slightly bowed spine. She regarded the layers covering the boy below her. She knew how heavily he relied on swathing himself in a thick fabric of armour, never letting anyone get close to his surface without pulling away, shutting down. She needed him to know that it was okay to bare themselves completely before one another, happy to take the first step if it would tip them over the threshold. Steeling her nerves, teetering on the edge of excitement, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it and the sweater off in one fluid movement. His firm gaze on her every movement incited a confidence in her, flinging the bundle of fabric in her hands onto the floor to join his jacket. High on exhilaration her hands went to the clasp at the middle of her back.

Jughead leaned up, hands gripping her wrists as he halted her actions. Her chest deflated, eyes looking everywhere but into his as she crossed her arms protectively over her front. His eyes widened at her distress, peppering kisses over her cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere his mouth could reach as he tried to reassure her.

“I just wanted to say, before anything else happens, I need you to know that what you said earlier… I do too. I lo-” She cut him off with a hard kiss.

“I don’t need you to say it right now, Jug. If you feel like you have to because…” she trailed off, gesturing between them. His expression remained determined as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“I love you, Betty Cooper. Every inch, every flaw. Whether we’re in a booth at Pop’s or… in your bed,” he laughed, innocent embarrassment colouring his cheeks as she giggled prettily from her place in his lap, utterly dishevelled and the picture of everything but innocence. “I know, for sure, that I love you,” he finished as happy tears trembled along her waterline, fingers caressing his cheeks. He turned his head, picking up her wrist and placing a feather-light kiss against the veins near the surface. He continued his actions, pressing further kisses to each and every one of the scars that had found home on her palms, promising her, and himself, through his lips that he would do everything in his power to get her through this. His hands slipped down her arms, coming to rest at the opening of her bra. His eyes met hers, shy but sure. She nodded, taking a breath as she felt his fingers fumbling with the foreign object a few times until eventually the elastic slackened, straps falling down her arms and bringing the lace cups tumbling to their laps.

Jughead held her gaze for a while longer as new parts of Betty’s body were revealed in his peripheries. Dropping his eyes he finally took in her bare chest, at a loss for a moment as to what to do with the perfection that was presented before him. He’d never understood the fascination his male classmates seemed to have with female breasts, but watching Betty’s shift slightly with each anticipatory breath she took, bare from the waist up, sitting in his lap… he wished he could capture the image forever. His hand moved up, skimming the smooth skin of her waist with backs of his fingers, to pull the band out of her hair, letting it fall in loose waves over her shoulders. It framed her face, shining silver in the dim moonlight that crept through her curtains, transforming her into the picture of ethereal. Jughead smoothed down some of the silken strands, smiling as she leaned her head into his touch slightly. This was his Betty, without the intruding barrier of perfection, free from the cloying restraint of expectation. She was simply here, looking like something altogether new, yet intensely familiar. She was home. His hand drifted lower, cupping the firm mound of her breast, delighting in the sounds of her pleasurable moans that filled his ears while he squeezed softly, testing the new waters. He did it again, wanting nothing more than to keep those sounds a permanent fixture in his head, hips jerking upwards as a well-positioned swipe of his thumb across her hardened nipple had her body circling against his lap.

Jughead took a steadying breath, trying to calm the overstimulating sensitivity of his skin at her every movement, knowing that he wanted this experience to last for as long as he was capable. He leaned towards her, focusing all of his attention on Betty in an attempt to steady himself, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her sternum as she cupped the back of her head, forcing him closer towards her until he was gasping for air. He wanted to reach more, to uncovered everything. With a firm hand on her back he twisted them, both giggling at the uncoordinated fumblings of inexperience while limbs tangled ungracefully, until she was laid out before him, golden halo splayed around her on the white sheets. Trembling fingers trailed down her stomach, muscles clenching as he made his way closer to the waistband of her jeans. Betty licked her lips, glossing them with moisture, highlighting their already swollen appearance, as she raised her hips in silent permission. Every motion was slow, popping the button, pulling down the zipper, the first glance of the periwinkle blue of her underwear… Jughead shook his head, trying not to get lost in the thoughts of what hid beneath. Sensing his hesitation Betty took control, pulling the denim over her hips, shimming them down her legs until she could kick them off her ankles. The room felt overwhelmingly hot as Jughead took in the sight before him, a sight that only he was allowed to see. Miles of smooth, tanned skin. Sheer panties settled neatly against her hips. Her legs fell open slightly under his gaze, inviting him to move closer.

He couldn’t bring himself to cover up the view with his own body to kiss her lips, choosing instead to drop sweet kisses over her neck, her breasts, her stomach. The bottom edge of his lower lip caught on the waistband of her panties as he dipped even lower, pressing one last kiss above her heated flesh. Her thighs rubbed together beneath him, fingers grasping at the sheets as she waited for his next move. He was aware that she was almost fully naked beneath his clothed body, needing to make this moment about her more than himself, needing to feel her come undone. Betty knew, out of the two of them, he was feeling more vulnerable in this position than her, in this moment. He sat back, hands resting either side of her waist. She picked one up, fingers cool against his feverish skin, bringing it to rest against her core tentatively. His fingers twitched as they met damp fabric, Betty’s thighs widening slightly at the sensation, breathy whine leaving her throat. Jughead’s head snapped up at the noise, focusing intently on the way her eyelids fluttered closed and she repeated the sinful sound once more as he pressed his fingers more firmly against her centre. Her entire frame shook as he circled his fingers over the bundle of nerves at her core, another rush of wetness against his hand sending sparks throughout his body, making him even more aware of the desperately growing pressure straining against his zipper. Something snapped inside of him, surging up to press his lips against hers, deep groan rising from his chest as he sent every emotion inside of him into her, tongue delving into her mouth as his fingertips left bruising impressions in her skin, clinging to her body for dear life.

The dam was broken, there was no turning back. His hips thrust into hers wildly, gasping into her mouth, stealing air from her lungs to breath, as he tried to ground himself on this crashing tide. He tugged at his shirt, getting it stuck over his head as they struggled to get the offending item off between their closely connected bodies. His jeans followed, moving back from her embrace for what felt like too long to kick the garment away before falling back into her welcoming arms, now just the thin fabric of her panties and his boxers separating them. Jughead stilled, hot breath fanning over her chest as he brought himself back from the edge. Her hands were against his back, drawing small circles over the flushed skin as she waited for him to come back to her, patient and understanding. She’d made him completely forget himself, made him throw his vulnerabilities to the wind as the only thought he could discern was the need to be connected to her, as close as he could get, before his heart gave out. It was primal, an instinct he’d never known before, to protect her and be protected in return. There was nothing that had ever come close to this feeling - he didn’t think it ever would. He could feel her heat against the front of his underwear, drawing him closer.

“Are you alright, love?” she whispered against the shell of his ear, voice soothing and controlled. His huffed out a laugh, brushing his nose against the dip in her collarbone, following it with a lingering kiss. It was incredible, she was incredible. She could make him forget and find himself all in one moment, emerging a new, better version of himself, deep blue cracks filling up with her golden glow. He moved to rest his forehead against hers.

“Yeah… yes,” he whispered, dropping his lips over hers once more. She fiddled with the elastic at his hips, leg hitching higher to wrap around his thigh, eliciting a shaky exhale from the boy above her. “I love you,” he told her again, just because he could, because the world needed to hear it. She grinned, bright smile illuminating the darkened room for him.

“Good,” she replied, cheeky smirk slipping onto her face as he laughed at her antics. She would always know what he needed. Her eyes lost their teasing as he hooked his fingers around her panties, dragging them slowly down her body. He could finally take her all in now, spread out before him, sneaking a glance at her most sensitive areas before his mind could short-circuit at the overwhelming vision that was Betty Cooper’s naked body. His hands moved to his own underwear, removing them while still high on the view she presented. They were equals now, he felt it. All barriers torn down, all secrets uttered. He finally felt at one with another person, ready to meet her at every step of the way. Her eyes crept over his exposed body - that’s what he was now, fully exposed, and he wasn’t afraid. Her hand rest on his hip, fingers drifting over the clenching muscles of his abdomen as they moved to trail down the dark hair below his navel. He captured both her hands in his, unsure if he could stand any more of her delicate touches, bringing them to his lips to place an all too familiar kiss against her knuckles before locking their fingers together above her head. Their bodies aligned perfectly, each curve fitting like pieces of a long lost puzzle. Jughead suddenly started, cheeks darkening.

“I, uh… I don’t have protection,” he stuttered out, still an inexperienced teenage boy despite his newfound freedom. She hushed his worries, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“It’s okay. Mom put me on birth control the second she found out about us, after Polly…” she trailed off, squirming as she remembered the conversation. Jughead’s blush travelled to the tips of his ears as he thought about Alice Cooper discussing their, until now non-existent, sex life. He went to protest further but she cut him off with a roll of her hips. “And I’ll go to the pharmacy in the morning, don’t worry. I don’t want this to stop,” she added, pupils blown wide with desire, conscious of every sensation that was coursing through her body. Jughead searched the sincerity in her eyes, blinking up at him with nothing but trust, and he nodded.

“Okay,” he whispered, lining himself up against her entrance, biting his lip at the feeling of her wetness nudging up against his tip. He took a deep breath, calming himself down before tilting his hips forwards just an inch. Her body tensed beneath him and he stilled, eyes glued to her features, taking in her pinched brow and pursed lips. “Do you need me to stop?” he managed to get out, every muscle in his body tight. She shook her head instantly, angling her hips up to find a more comfortable position.

“No, just go slow,” she reassured, pulling him in to kiss her in distraction as her walls stretched around him. His hips finally pressed flush with hers, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing surrounding them as he waited for her direction. “You can move now,” she murmured a while later, shifting her hips experimentally.

He knew nothing would compare to the feeling of being inside her as he pulled his hips back before pushing in again, starting off slowly before he couldn’t take it any longer, skin slapping against skin in a newfound frenzy. She was gasping and trembling beneath him, fingernails digging into his biceps as he picked up his pace, still messy and uneven. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, trying with everything he could muster to stave off the inevitable as she clenched deliciously around him. A fine sheen of sweat was coating the both of them and Jughead dipped his head to lick a few rogue drops from between the valley of her breasts, eliciting even more despicable sounds from the beauty that had taken him into her body, her heart.

He didn’t want to reach the end without her, slowing his thrusts as best he could so he could bring her to the edge, trailing a hand between them to rub small quick circles over her clit with his thumb. It was slippery and he was uncoordinated, hands shaking with the effort to hold himself back, but he needed to give her everything she deserved. He found a rhythm eventually, pride blossoming in his chest as he felt her respond to his every touch, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, head thrown back, thighs quivering, soft whimpers drifting through the thick air.

His hand was cramping, his forearms weak, but he was determined to get her there before he finished. Her bruised lips dropped open and her back bowed in a perfect arch, breath stopping altogether as her pleasure crested, reaching the peak before exploding behind her closed eyelids in waves that consumed her. He couldn’t hold off any longer, planting both hands by her head as he fell over the precipice with her, keeping his eyes open, afraid to miss a single second of the expressions dancing across her features.

He collapsed on top of her, too tired to hold himself up anymore after the nights events. How far they’d come, he thought with an internal laugh, enjoying the feeling of her arms encircling his body, her heart thumping against his ear. He didn’t realise he was crying until small fingers were wiping beneath his eyes.

“Shh, it’s alright, Juggie. I’ve got you,” she soothed, pressing tiny kisses to the top of his head as he tried to catch his breath. She tucked him close once he finally found the energy to lift himself off her, resting her chin on top of his head as their legs tangled together beneath the sweat-dampened sheets.

Nothing was perfect, it was never going to be. But as she held him tightly against her warm body, humming soft melodies into his ear as they drifted into slumber, he couldn’t help but think this was pretty damn close.

So! I hit 1k followers (DAFUQ?!) & I figured, since I’m going to be leaving soon, that I should do a follow forever (because everyone does one at one point or another lmao) These are pretty self explanatory, so let’s just get to it before I die from this sriracha cabbage… 


Honorable Babes ♡

@apollonic {Sophie}

So you know I had to start this out with you, right? You are one of the most kind hearted, humble people I know. You have a diamond heart and I 100% mean this when I say there were some days I didn’t even want to get out of bed and you gave me the inspiration to take on the day. You already know how much you mean to me, even when we don’t talk for weeks or even when I suck at replying, I know I’ll always be somewhere in your heart, and you in mine. Thank you for being such a good friend. Oh, and by the way… your fashion is A1 and you make me feel like a total shrimp in comparison. I love it!

@archistratego {Eliot}

Heyyyy Eliot. ( / ; u;)/ ~♡ So I’ll try not to be a marshmallow for once and actually be serious. You and I have not known each other for long, but you’ve already become someone very important to me. I think we talk every day now? I know this because every day now I get this stupid smile on my face from your beaming optimism even when you yourself are feeling down. You are a knight if I’ve ever seen one, and are more talented than you will ever realize. Please be good to yourself; ily!

@auroremus {Bruna}

Girl.. ewe So you know… I had to get payback for that cuteness you displayed on your FF, right?? Can we all just take a moment to appreciate this cute being for a moment?? Okay. As you said, you and I don’t know eachother well, but you are honestly so fun to talk to. Some of the things you say has me cracking up, and I must say, thank you for putting up with my shitty communication skills. Also, your ambition is something I could only dream of acquiring. 

@dreadwvlf {Tallie}

Ahem.. I just want to say… Jimin is still  the ultimate bias wrecker. DON’T KILL ME!! Taeyang is great, BUT… dat Park Chimchim doe… (~e we)~ You and I hold the record for longest period of time talking about the same thing (…3 months..) OKAY, it might be because I’m retarded when it comes to responding on tumblr BUT, you were one of the first people I started talking to on here, and you love Kpop? Girl. GIRL. You are and forever will be my aegyo queen, and we shall bond over the untimely death of T.O.P’s wonderful hair (because you know they shaved that shit) 

@keries {Sierra}

My love, it goes without saying that you are the most important person to me. It’s kind of crazy. You’ve somehow found a way to enchant me, to pull my cold little heart out of it’s year long hiatus and now it can’t let go. You are perfection to me, and you make up for all my painfully obvious short comings. Every day I feel so lucky to have found you, and while I’m gone, you will be the first thing I think about in the mornings and the last thing I think about before bed. You are my wings as I am your anchor. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you. ♡♡

@opalynch {Ailen}

My little Maebear.. Do I even need to type this?? It’s so obvious that you are so so so so special to me. Like, I can’t even put it into words. I still to this day have no idea how we got talking, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made on this tragic site. No one can take your place, and you have a permanent spot in my heart. You are so incredibly cute and ugh, such an angel. Where have you been all my life?!

@papakoscheis {Sara}

Sawa! (Okay I know what you’re thinking… can I NOT be a fucking marshmallow for one second?! The answer is.. no.) Okay so confession time. I kind of high-key stalked you for like a week before you followed me. I mean I’m going to act like I NEVER said that, but it’s the truth. Your whole existence is my aesthetic and you are so eclectic and unique, not to mention so damn smart. You’re going to go far in life and I’m going to ride those damn coat tails to victory!!! There’s nothing you can do to stop me! c:<

@tragicpatroclus {Daisy}

Okay… so… confession time again… You were the first person I ever talked to on this (still tragic) site. You are my first friend here! You took my tumblr virginity! I didn’t even get dinner out of the deal but hey, I’m… totally.. fine with that. Dates are overrated anyway.. >_> Seriously though.. where’s my dinner?! You are legitimately the smartest person I’ve met here. I’m not even kidding. You and I can seemingly talk about anything. I love it! Thank you so much for putting up with my shitty schedule and equally shitty social skills (I’m starting to see a trend here) you too have a place in my heart and I know you’ll soar like a wonderful eagle. Or Pegasus. I mean, your choice. c:

@virtuestars {Luna}

Last but not least! Okay so since I’m prone to going on and on and on, I’m going to try to sum this up in a paragraph. YOU ARE AMAZING! You and I met at a very trying time in my life, and talking to you really improved me. We can always procrastinate together and holy shit, I’m so excited for you to be studying abroad! We will totally have to go out and party sometime. I probably have to most in common with you out of anyone on this post and just knowing I can trust you with my thoughts, any of them, makes me feel so secure in our friendship and I hope and pray you feel the same. Love you!


❦ Loriat’s Follow Forever List

Legend: Babes | Mutuals | ⋆Inspos⋆

1 ~ C

@102runway @achielles ⋆@acuite⋆ @admlynch @alyxhathaway11 @apollonic@archistratego  @arrtemiss @arthoesunshine @asteriaria @astoryillnevertell @astrae @astraera  ⋆@astreay@astveria @asweetshame @auroremus @aurorras @banshy @bellatryks @benbornes @bilboh @bleeding-typewriters @bsargent @calliophes@calliophies@casimeres-lair @castielles @chaleurette @chovchang @cruciatuz @cuipid @czeornys

D ~ H

@dawnstvr @dementvr @divinetheta @dravvings @dreadwvlf @dreamthievves @drunklesbian @eclairer-le-ciel @eileenbahar-arts @emblazecl @english-idylls @eorumverba @exyjosten @ettheseus @eumycota @faeheys @fairydusts @featherumbrellas @firetomypride @fixyourwritinghabits @fleurdealcours@fleurrdelacour@fntstory @foxandstardust @frenchpoetry @fscottfitzgerld @game-of-quotes @gansaey @georgiableedscreativity@ginnys@halaltequila @hautescoutures @hayleylkiyoko @hckat @herhmione @herrmione @herxnstairs @histcries @huffelpuff@hynpos

I ~ N

⋆@ibuzoo⋆ ⋆@illuminosity@immobvlus@inkmagician@inksomniac @isabellasharp @jesprefahey@jilys@keries @ketterdvvm @khaleesee @kingscross @kinqstark @kknotted @kvnvki @lefleurette @lhzthepoet @liilyevans @lilyevians @literateure @lleotolstoy @longbottomed @looonyluna @lord-byronn @lostintales @lxcuna @lumosmaxima @lupins @meaningless–poetry @meetmeinadaydream @merflk @metanoiac @minjard @minrd @mjnyard @moody-nature @moongloss@moonrivier @narcsissa @nature-is-gorgeous @nehmesis@neptuneve @njmphadora   @nobunny88 @nubiferum

O ~ T

@ocxnus @oneihroi @okaymacaulay @okayodysseus @opalynch @opheliamayersv @orgaena @orlandcbloom @orros @oscarwiilde @othellos ⋆@oylmpians⋆ @paintedemons ⋆@papakoscheis⋆ @parisfashionhouse @patroiclus @pequicks ⋆@persrephone⋆ @petrichovr @pipedream@pltrch⋆ @poeets ⋆@pohroro⋆ @prcserpina ⋆@priveting⋆ @ptxd ⋆@pushkins⋆ @qiu-jin @quotes @quotethat @reveiling@rcbynn@rhaegals @rogvepilot @royaltea@rykesmeadow@sealands @simplyvibes @siriusblsck @sofhtie @softalina @softdegas@softfeyre@softheartedpoet @softmeliorns @softstained @starspvn ⋆@stormybisexual⋆ @stormxarie @storyexcerpts @suburbanmomjeans @svvackhamer ⋆@swansmonet⋆ @sxofcrows @tcrtarus @tedtonks @thcodorcnott @theclassicsreader @thehound @therepublicofletters @thewinedarksea @thewritershandbook @thewrittenmagic @thoughts-positivity @tidsource @tinselswan @tlnagoldsteln @tragicpatroclus @tranquilist @tresmoreau

U ~ Z

@ulyxxes @umfleur @unwrittenphrases @vanettineros@veinus@velvetcloak @velvetglrl@versaillcs@vesrailles @virtuestars @vivalcli @voldemxrt @voneverec @vvintervveiss @whereicarusfell @williamherxndale @wordsbydominic@written-in-pen@yalitsquad @zoyalina!

Thank you so much to everyone on this list for being my friends, my inspirations, and having such wonderful content for me to oogle at all day! I will miss you all so dearly.  ♥

(note: this is the part 1 of the pnp au. this is part ? of the au) 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a fortune must be in want of a wife. Or so Lardo’s mother tried to impress on her for years. When Lardo heard it at five years of age, she thought it was stupidly sexist. When she heard it as she was going through Samwell, she thought it was stupidly heteronormative. But repetitions stick in your head, and sometimes Lardo would catch herself staring at a man wondering whether or not her mother would approve of him as her son in law.

Her mother would definitely approve of Bitty as her son in law, Lardo thought, as she hung up his portrait on the wall of the art gallery. It was one of her more distinctive paintings; she usually preferred the surrealist style, but she was feeling restless that day and made Bitty pause in the middle of chopping apples and pose for half an hour in order to do a quick sketch of his lithe figure. That quick sketch became a quick watercolor, and when she bought new oil paints and had some canvas left over from one of her bigger pieces, she christened those paints with Bitty’s profile. It wasn’t meant to be part of the exhibit, but when the curator saw the piece in the corner of all her other works, he had insisted she include it.

“Eric is a good man,” her mother had said. “He’s the kind that won’t mind marrying a headstrong girl like you.”

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Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 

_/.\_ 

“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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You Love Me

REQUEST: LAMS FLUFF

Length: 660 words

For @hamilamstrash disguised as an anon

SUMMARY: Alexander says something for the first time. Modern AU

This was meant to be fluffy but then I got this idea. Fluff will be on the way though. Feel free to request! (Also, shitty title is shitty)

“I love you.”

The words came suddenly from Alexander’s mouth and were hanging almost visibly in the air in front of them before he could stop himself. John’s expression, which moments ago had been carefree and relaxed, suddenly formed into a look of surprise.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but what about a McKirk AU where one of them saves the other from an embarrassing situation even though they absolutely don't know each other?

  • Being a bartender is not so bad. The pay is decent, the company usually okay, too. Being a bartender in wedding venues? Not always as great. But the good thing about it is that mostly bridesmaids are easy, groomsmen are horny, general visitors are drunk, and Jim being attracted to mostly anything with a pulse; that works out pretty well. Plus, everyone dresses up nicely. Except maybe Leonard, who looks already drunk when he arrives at the wedding reception.
  • “You familiar with the bride or groom?” Jim asks, pushing a glass of strong whiskey in his direction; something Leonard gratefully accepts. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s my ex-wife and my ex-best friend,” Leonard replies, and Jim frowns. “Yikes. Why are you here?” “I’m the better man,” Leonard replies, “that, and my daughter asked me to be here.” “Ah,” Jim says, briefly hesitating to refill Leonard’s glass, but he does so anyway. “I’m sorry about that, man. Weddings are usually pretty great.” “Oh, it’s fantastic,” Leonard says, “I don’t have to wake up next to her anymore, nor do I have to care for a guy who’s pretended to be my friend for the last 20 years.” Yikes. This guy’s a downer. A shame, too, because Jim can sense such a caring person underneath all of that. Especially when Joanna rushes towards him. It’s like that whole, shitty situation is briefly forgotten - as is his whiskey, and instead he focuses on his girl for a while. Comments on her pretty red dress and the flowers in her hair, and promises they go out together again soon. 
  • They’re gone for a while and Jim doesn’t think much about it. But Leonard is most definitely drunk, a little annoyed, and clearly hurt, too, when he returns. “Do you want some water?” Jim asks him, but Leonard shakes his head. “No, something stronger.“ Jim is about to politely object to that, but another guy walks in and pats Leonard on the shoulder. “How about that ceremony, huh?” “Yes, congratulations,” Leonard says, “you’re sleeping with a witch for the rest of your life. But considering you did so behind my back while we were still married tells me you’re going to be very happy together.” “At least I didn’t drown myself in work because I don’t know how to be a husband or a father-” “You’re not a father,” Leonard interrupts. “What do you have going for you right now, huh? Poor job performance, no wife, a kid only every other weekend. What do you have that makes you so great? Nothing.” “Me,” Jim replies, so out of the blue both Leonard and his ex best friend (or whatever) look confused. “He’s got me,” Jim says, “Leonard and I. We’ve been together for a while.” Leonard looks even more confused now, especially when Jim leans in over the bar to press a quick kiss to the other’s lips, “and I don’t appreciate you talking to him like that. You use that tone on your wife, too? For your sake, I hope not.“ 
  • “Why’d you do that?” Leonard asks Jim once they’re alone again, and Jim shrugs. He shrugs, because honestly, he has no idea why he just said that. “I don’t like people talking down on other people like that. Plus, I figured, for the sake of tonight, what does a little lie matter? Not like you’re seeing a lot of these people on a regular basis. Let them think you date this handsome man,” he adds, gesturing at himself. Leonard laughs at that, and when he does, Jim knows it’s his personal mission to keep this man smiling. Because honestly, he looks so much more handsome like that. “Fine,” Leonard says, “I could date a bartender.” “A handsome bartender,” Jim corrects him, and Leonard smiles lightly. “Very handsome.”
  • There are other bartenders present, luckily, so Jim takes some time to just sit with Leonard and talk. Initially just for silly dating lies, but Jim finds that the two of them have a lot in common. They laugh at the same kind of jokes, drink the same drinks, and apparently go out in the same districts. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” Leonard asks, “seems like I would’ve remembered seeing you.” “Because of my strapping good looks?” “You know you get less attractive every time you say stuff like that,” Leonard replies with a grin, and Jim smiles. He reaches out, hand on Leonard’s arm. “Hey, but, maybe you would’ve noticed me if you weren’t so focused on your shitty choice of friends. Don’t let this charade keep you down, yeah? You know which couples stay the happiest? The ones with small, genuine receptions. Where it’s about uniting families instead of showing off the debt you’ll be paying off for the rest of your marriage - weddings are expensive,” Jim says. “You learn all that from being a bartender?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “I actually organize events. Like weddings. Birthdays. Anniversaries, etc. Bartending is something I enjoy doing because I meet interesting people.” “Handsome people,” Leonard comments, and Jim laughs. “Very.”
  • Jim uses up his break time to join Leonard on the dance floor, where they mostly dance closely together and continue to talk, joke, and laugh at the stupidest things. Leonard does get a few questions from family members. How long have you been together? “Three months,” Leonard replies smoothly, and Jim just rolls with it. “I was instantly smitten,” Jim says, “though he’s a bit grumpy from time to time, isn’t he?” “More like all the time.” “I can hear all of this, I’m right here,” Leonard replies to both Jim and the family member they’re talking to.
  • Jim dances with Joanna for a while, too. They don’t lie about their relationship to her. Instead, Jim says he’s a friend who’s only just discovering how great her daddy is. Because that’s the truth. There’s so much more to Leonard than that drunken miserable pile who walked in earlier. And when Jim returns to the bar, Leonard joins so they can talk more. Joanna sits at the bar next to them, quietly drawing or playing her game boy while sipping on an alcohol-free mocktail Jim has made for her. It’s just different kinds of fruit juices and sodas, but she loves it. Loves especially the tiny umbrella and pieces of fruit in it.
  • Surprisingly, Leonard stays almost to the very end of the night. Hes gone for a few minutes when Joanna leaves with her uncle and aunt, but he’s back for another drink and Jim’s company - something Jim’s happy to give him. “Hey,” Leonard says, when the others start cleaning up and it’s definitely time to leave, “I had a great time. I just wanted to thank you.” “Oh, that’s no problem,” Jim shrugs it off casually. “I’m serious. I know this was all pretend, but if you ever want to recreate some of those dates you told my family about-” Jim laughs at that, walking around the bar to face Leonard properly. “How about instead of those stories, we make a few of our own?” Jim suggests, reaching out for Leonard’s phone to put his own number in it. “When are you free?” Leonard asks. “This week?” “Or tonight,” Leonard says, “I noticed you haven’t eaten, and I know a great burger joint-” “Burgers,” Jim says, “I’m sold.” He smiles when Leonard leans in for another kiss. It definitely feels more genuine each time it happens. Which, probably, has been happening more than necessary this night. “Burgers and handsome company,” Leonard corrects him, and Jim laughs, again. “Very.”
Argument Part 2

Thankfully Harry didn’t follow me. I don’t think I could handle any more fighting, or even looking at him.

So many thoughts were spinning around in my head. Hell we’d been together a year and a half, never in a million years would I think he’d ever lay a hand on me. Well a hand that would hurt me.

I set my pillow and blanket on the couch. Our couch was comfortable but it wasn’t very big. We didn’t care about size when ordering it because we never thought either of us would be sleeping on it. I guess times change.

Shit I forgot to grab something to sleep in. Usually I sleep in one of Harry’s t shirts and underwear. Thankfully I decided to wear just a t shirt and jeans to the store. I slowly take off my jeans and fold them over the chair. My whole body just felt numb, but at least the crying stopped mostly except for a few tears here and there.

In my t shirt I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.

I’m scared to look into the mirror. 1) I’m going to look like a mess and 2) I’m 99.9% sure there is going to be a hand mark on my face.

I place my hands on the counter top in front of the mirror and take a deep breath.

Slowly I look up and and gasp. Yes I look terrible. My mascara is everywhere and my eyes are blood shot. But the main thing that made me gasp was the big red hand mark across my cheek. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look. You could definitely make out a hand print and you could tell where his rings were because they were slightly darker than the rest of the mark.

I couldn’t help it broke down again. Slowly I slid down in front of the counter onto the floor. I don’t think I could have cried any harder, I was sobbing.

After a little while there’s a light knocking at the door. I know who it is, but I can’t face him so I don’t say anything.

“Baby girl can you please open the door for me?” he says with a cracking, quiet voice.

He’s been crying, a lot. As much as it hurt me to hear him like this I’m not sure if I’m ready to face him.

I didn’t reply. It was silent for a few minutes so I thought he left but then I heard his voice again.

“Y/N I know you probably wont forgive me and I don’t blame you at all but I need to see you and make sure your o-” he says voice cracking even more.

I get up off the floor and quickly open up the door, I can’t stand hearing like this anymore. His eyes were more blood shot than mine and his hair was sticking up in every direction due to him constantly running his fingers through it due to stress and worry.

Some how my heart breaks even more seeing him and I didn’t think that was possible.

His eyes go wide when he realized I opened the door. Then his eyes dart to my left cheek where he had hit me. He takes a step forward and starts to cry even harder. Suddenly he drops to his knees, leans his forehead on my stomach, and wraps his arms around my upper thighs.

Through sobs he says “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot I don’t deserve you, I’m a shitty ass boyfriend, I deser-”

I start running my fingers through his hair with hand.

“Harry, Harry look at me baby.” I say unwrapping his arms from around me and sliding down to my knees.

I put my hands on either side of his face and run my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away his tears.

“Don’t ever say your a shitty boyfriend, because you aren’t, you just did a real shitty thing.”

“But baby I hit you so hard and I’m an arse! I’ve just had so much build up stress and I just let it out on you. I promise I wont ever lay a hand on you unless it’s to love you.”

Harry takes my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to the left cheek. Suddenly I feel kisses where the hand mark. I flinch a little because it still kind of stings. Harry pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I give him a little nod and get slowly goes back in. He kisses all over my left check then to my forehead, then my nose, then my whole face. He took time with every kiss and I knew he was truly sorry.

“Harry, I forgive you, just please talk to me next time. If your ever stressed, let me know  so I can try and figure out how to de-stress you. But I can’t do this again, I won’t do this again.” I say pulling away from his kisses.

“Oh thank you kitten I swear you wont regret this, and this will never happen again I swear.” He says with a relieved tone, then I pull him into a deep kiss.

“Now can we head to the bedroom to I can love you some more and show you how much you mean to me?” Harry says with a light smirk.

Of course I said yes and we headed to our bedroom.

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Here’s part 2!! If anyone wants me to write about something specific just let me know! Also this story is just and idea I had, I do not support any type of domestic violence!!

Rain (Jikook)

The rain always reminded Jimin of a certain someone.

A certain someone with raven black hair that fell in perfect bangs on his forehead, big brown eyes and a smile that would always ease Jimin even when he had the worst possible day ever.

The rain reminded him of that certain someone’s voice that was like honey and Jimin could never get tired of listening to especially at the rare times he would sing a song that he had written for Jimin. And when Jimin would tell him just how much he loved the song, he would get a shy smile in return that only made Jimin fall in love even more.

“Jimin,” he heard a voice breaking the train of his thoughts. It was Taehyung.

“Your shift ended 15 minutes ago,” he said. “What are you still doing here?”

Jimin hadn’t even realized that he had been watching the rain from the window for the past 15 minutes.

“Oh, I was just…” he said and trailed off not bothering to complete his sentence.

Taehyung gave him one of his concerning looks so Jimin pressed his lips together in a smile.

“I was just um leaving,” he said as he began changing out of his uniform. There was still an awkward tension in the air as Taehyung eyed sensing there was something wrong. That was the one thing with Taehyung, he always knew if something was wrong even when Jimin didn’t tell him about it.

Jimin decided it was best if he changed the subject.

“You are coming home with me?” he asked Taehyung as he changed into his faded blue jeans.

“Uh no,” Taehyung answered. “Hoseok is coming to pick me up”

“You guys are going on a date?”

“Kinda, yeah,” Taehyung answered and it was hard not to see the smile that was on Taehyung’s face.

“Where to?” Jimin asked.

“A movie and dinner too,” Taehyung answered.

“Will you be home today?”

“Uh, probably not,” Taehyung answered.

“Okay,” Jimin said. “Have fun”

Jimin knew he could have at least tried to sound a bit more enthusiastic or even gave him a smile but he couldn’t. He wasn’t jealous by any means. It was just that love-wearied him out now. It just didn’t seem to have the same meaning it used to once.

Thankfully, Taehyung hadn’t heard as his phone had started ringing at the same moment.

He picked it up and the grin he had on his face, only meant that it was Hoseok who had called.

“All right,” Taehyung said. “I’ll be out in 2 minutes”

With that, he hung up still smiling until he looked at Jimin who was once again seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung said. “Take care okay and eat dinner, sleep on time”

Jimin nodded listening.

Taehyung hugged him.

“I love you, okay,” he said. “See you”

And this was Jimin felt like he was a shitty friend to Taehyung. He never felt happiness for Taehyung or asked him how his date with Hoseok had been or how was he coping with classes and finals.

All he ever did was moping around.

And then there was Taehyung who had been Jimin’s rock. He had been through everything. All those nights that Jimin had cried himself to sleep, Taehyung always was there for him, making sure he slept or ate when Jimin had no interest in doing either of those things. He had helped Jimin in every possible way.

Jimin felt worthless. He was shitty at everything- from friendships to relationships.

“You too,” he mumbled.

Taehyung smiled before leaving the changing room. Jimin sighed as he took his backpack and left too.

The rain was still pouring and Jimin didn’t have an umbrella with him. He could wait for the rain to stop but instead, he chose to walk in the pouring rain. It only reminded him the happy times he had.
There was a time when the rain made Jimin happy, feel warm.

But now every time it rained all Jimin could feel was pain because it reminded him more of the dark times he had than the happy ones.

But the rain still had a special meaning to him.

It reminded Jimin of the time they had first met. It was pouring buckets that day and of course, Jimin didn’t have an umbrella even then. He was forgetful like that.

Jimin was standing at the bus stop waiting for the rain to stop, glancing uneasily at his watch every 2 minutes as he was sure he would be very late to class if the rain didn’t stop anytime soon.

That is when Jimin felt a pair of eyes on him.

Jimin looked to find a boy staring at him. He had black hair the bangs falling on his forehead as he looked at Jimin curiously biting his lower lip. For some reason, he seemed familiar to Jimin but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

Jimin looked away and when looked back the boy was still staring at him. Jimin who was a little uncomfortable now didn’t expect the boy to suddenly start walking towards him. Jimin’s first instinct was to move but instead, he was rooted to his spot looking at the stranger.

“Jimin-ssi,” the boy said. Jimin was slightly creeped out by the fact that this boy even knew his name.

The boy seemed to sense it and he immediately smiled a little.

“I…I am a student at the University too,” he said. “I’ve seen you around and that’s why I know you”

That’s when Jimin realized why this boy looked so familiar to him.

“Are you the one who sang at the festival that night?”

“Yes,” the boy said with a shy smile.

“Oh, that was amazing,” Jimin said. “The performance I mean”

“Thank you,” the boy said with a small smile.

There was a moment of silence until the boy spoke up.

“You don’t have an umbrella with you, right?” he asked.

“Uh, no,”

“Well I am going to Uni too,” he said. “We can share”

When Jimin didn’t reply the boy’s face faltered a little.

“If you want to,” he added in a low voice.

“Yeah, sure,” Jimin said with a little smile.

The boy smiled back as Jimin got under the umbrella which thankfully was big enough for the both of them. It was cheesy too, Jimin thought as he had seen a lot of couples sharing umbrellas but Jimin tried not to think about it. Getting to Uni without being soaking wet was his priority.

They were quiet and it was frankly awkward so Jimin decided to speak up.

“What’s your major?” he asked,

“Music,” the boy answered. “And you are a major in theater? If I am not wrong”

“Yes,” Jimin answered. “How do you know?”

“Oh, I watched one of your plays,” he said. “That’s how I know you”

“Oh,”

“You are really good at it,” he said.

“Thank you,” Jimin chuckled.

There were on the campus of the University and it had almost completely stopped raining now.

“Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me,” Jimin said.

“Oh it’s no problem Jimin-ssi,” the boy said with a big smile.

Jimin smiled back before walking away when he realized he hadn’t even bothered to find out the name of the boy.

“Wait,” he called out.

The boy stopped looking back.

“What’s your name?” Jimin asked.

“Jungkook,” the boy answered.




The rain falling made Jimin feel icy cold but Jimin had grown numb to it as he kept on walking.

Since his car was in the garage, he took the bus to work and back home but today he decided he would walk all the way to home.

He had convinced himself it was because it didn’t make sense to get into the bus as he was already soaking but Jimin knew that it was a lie.

He was purposely walking out in the rain because it reminded him of Jungkook.

And that was the only way he could relive his memories with him.

Jimin was terribly lonely and he hated how he clung onto everything that reminded him of Jungkook. Even though he had promised Taehyung he had deleted all of his pictures there were still some that he had managed to save in his phone because Jimin could never truly forget Jungkook.

And he still wore the oversized gray hoodie that Jungkook had left behind at his flat and he had cried so many times in it that it didn’t even smell like Jungkook anymore. But Jimin still kept it.

But out of all things that reminded him of Jungkook, the rain was the one which hurt him the most.

Every time it rained outside there was a rain in Jimin’s eyes too.




They had their first kiss the day it had rained a lot.

Jimin and Jungkook were making their way back home after they had gone bowling together and Jungkook had managed to win all games and he was being very smug about it and rubbing it onto Jimin’s face.

“Since you lost, you are paying for dinner,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah, fine,” Jimin grumbled.

It had been 4 months since the pair had met and they had hit it off instantly becoming good friends. Jungkook hung around Jimin and Taehyung’s flat a lot and Taehyung seemed to like him a lot too.

But when Jungkook would leave Taehyung would endlessly tease Jimin about the way they looked at each other.

“Friends,” Jimin would say. “Just friends”

“You never look at me like that,” Taehyung said.

“You are just seeing things,” Jimin said. “I am pretty sure Jungkook isn’t even interested”

“Does that mean you are?” Taehyung asked.

“NO,”

Taehyung would just laugh.

“So where do you wanna eat?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“A five-star restaurant,” Jungkook answered. “But since you are a broke college student I am happy with sushi”

“All right sushi it is,” Jimin said and Jungkook smiled making Jimin’s heart flutter.

It had been doing that a lot when Jungkook would smile at Jimin or even when their hands brushed against each other.

Jimin knew he was being stupid.

He felt a drop of water on his face followed by another one.

“It’s raining,” Jimin said and he felt his hand being grabbed as he was dragged under the roof of a convenience store.

Jimin’s heart fluttered yet again.

“We should have gotten umbrellas,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah,” Jimin sighed. He was hungry but now he was stuck waiting for the rain to stop which by the looks of it wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.

They waited for another 10 minutes before Jungkook grumbled angrily.

“Hyung,” he said. “Do you hate being wet?”

“Not really,” Jimin answered. “Why?”

“Well, then let’s walk in the rain,”

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

“I am starving,” was all Jungkook said as he stepped out and began walking. Jimin followed.

“Where’s the restaurant?” Jungkook asked.

“About 10 minutes away,” Jimin answered.

Jungkook just nodded as they walked only to find the restaurant was closed.

“We walked so much for nothing,” Jungkook groaned.

“I guess,” Jimin said.

“I am still starving,” Jungkook said.

“Well how about we go back to mine and I’ll make some ramyeon for you?” Jimin said.

“Sure I love your ramyeon hyung,” Jungkook smiled.

“Well then let’s get a taxi,” Jimin said as Jungkook nodded.

They got a taxi back home and by the time they had made it to their building it was raining even more.

Jimin opened the door to the flat and turned the heat on as soon as they got in.

“We should change first,”

Jungkook nodded.

“I’ll give you Taehyung’s spare clothes,” Jimin said. “His will fit you better”

Jungkook nodded as Jimin went inside Taehyung’s room and found a T-shirt and a pair of shorts for Jungkook.

“Here you go,” he said and a few minutes later Jungkook came out of the bathroom dressed. It was the first time Jimin had seen so much of Jungkook’s skin exposed and his eyes lingered for a few more seconds than what would be considered appropriate and he forced himself to go the bathroom instead.

He took a quick hot shower and changed into dry clothes while he found Jungkook seated on the couch watching TV.

“I am making the ramyeon now,” Jimin said.

Jungkook just nodded.

“What? You won’t even ask me if I need help” Jimin said.

“You lost all those games,’ Jungkook said. “It’s only fair you make me dinner at least”

“Fine,” Jimin huffed as he went inside the kitchen and started making the noodles. Now, Jimin was never a master at cooking but he prided himself on his ramyeon making skills and he had garnered quite a few praises from a lot of people.

Jimin was done pretty soon and he took the pot of steaming hot noodles outside in the living room.

“Ramyeon’s ready,” he said.

Jungkook sat down immediately smiling as Jimin served him the noodles.

He took one big slurp and hummed in satisfaction.

“It reminds me of my mom’s cooking,” he said making Jimin laugh.

Since they were both ravenous, they ate the ramyeon in minutes and followed by dessert which was some ice cream that Jimin had found in the freezer.

“Where’s Taehyung hyung?” Jungkook asked.

“He is with Hoseok,” Jimin replied.

Jungkook nodded as he looked at his phone.

“It’s 10; I think I should leave now,”

“Have you seen the rain outside?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, it’s almost like a storm,” Jungkook said.

“You should stay here,” Jimin said in a quiet voice.

“What?” Jungkook asked raising his voice.

“I said you should stay here,” Jimin repeated regretting what he said.

“I um I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You can sleep in Tae’s room,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded.

“But before that, we can watch a movie,”

Jungkook nodded with a smile.

After a 15-minute long argument, they both settled on watching Toy Story.

They had just as much distance between that would be okay for friends to have between them and Jungkook’s hand was between them.

Jimin was tempted to hold his hand but he knew better than that but what he didn’t expect in a million years was Jungkook resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin’s heart stopped as Jungkook expression didn’t even change. Jimin didn’t dare move. He was hardly even watching the movie anymore, his eyes on Jungkook who seemed engrossed into what Woody was planning next to get rid of Buzz Lightyear.

They stayed like that right until the end of the movie and when it was finally over Jungkook moved his head stretching his arms over his head.

“I can literally watch that movie a million times and I wouldn’t be bored,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded.

“Hyung, you okay?”

Jimin nodded again.

“You are sleepy, aren’t you?”

“Uh no not at all,”

“Me too,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded again.

“Hyung, “

“Yeah,”

“I have a question,” Jungkook said.

“Tell me,”

“It’s um a bit weird,”

“Oh that’s fine,” Jimin said. “You can ask me anything”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?” Jungkook asked looking at Jimin.

When Jimin was in high school, he still dated girls and he had kissed 2 of his girlfriends. But by the time he had started University he had come to the realization that he was anything but straight. And when he had told Taehyung about how he thought he could be gay, his best friend thought the best way to know was to drag him to a gay bar and that was possibly one of the worst experiences Jimin had ever had as some stupid drunk guy had kissed him right on the mouth with no warning. Taehyung had since then never took him to a gay bar and nor was Jimin interested. He had enough of it for a lifetime.

So even though the kiss was technically the first time Jimin had kissed a man he didn’t count it as a kiss.

“No,” Jimin answered.

“Oh,” Jungkook said. “Me neither”

There was a long pause and Jungkook spoke up again.

“Hyung,” he said. “I have another question”

“Um okay,”

“Can I kiss you?”

When Jimin didn’t answer Jungkook knew from Jimin’s eyes that it was only because he was at a loss for words so Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips onto Jimin’s softly, his hands had snaked in around Jimin’s waist and Jimin’s were around his neck as their kiss deepened. Jungkook’s lips moved perfectly against Jimin’s and his lips tasted like strawberry and Jimin wished he could keep kissing Jungkook but they broke away soon.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said. “Can we sleep now?”

This was the last thing he had expected Jungkook to say right after they had kissed but Jimin nodded as they got up from the couch and Jimin walked into his own room.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said again. “Can I sleep in your room?”

Jimin nodded and Jungkook smiled as he made his way to Jimin’s bedroom and lied down along with Jimin who turned the night light on and lied down as Jimin looked at him and wordlessly kissed Jimin again.

“Good night hyung,” he said.

“’Night Jungkookie,” Jimin said.

They did nothing that night except for sleep together and the next morning both of them avoided all questions Taehyung had for them who had found Jungkook spooning Jimin but when Jimin looked at Jungkook he just winked at Jimin.

They both knew something had changed that night.




Jimin relived all of those memories in one go and he could feel a stabbing pain in his heart.

He remembers how he felt that night, so in love.

He felt grateful that it had rained that night because if it hadn’t then Jungkook would have never stayed and they would have never kissed each other.

Jimin couldn’t even imagine that happening.




It was no surprise that it had rained on their first date as well. It was 3 weeks after their first kiss.

Jungkook had gone all out and shelled out what meager savings he had from his job as a server at a local diner and decided to take out Jimin to a meal in an Italian restaurant. And this was all after Jimin had repeatedly told him not to spend too much.

Jungkook could have taken him to McDonald’s and Jimin would have been just as happy if that meant spending more time with Jungkook.

Jimin was dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants along with a black blazer and he had taken more effort into styling his hair.

Jungkook had dressed identical and Jimin could hardly take his eyes off him as they sat down to order.

All Jimin saw was the exorbitant prices and he ordered the cheapest one and Jungkook asked for the same.

“So do you like it?” Jungkook asked.

“It’s so fancy,” Jimin said.

“Of course it is,” Jungkook said.

Jimin rolled his eyes and Jungkook grinned.

The waiter soon returned with their plates and it was just salad but it still tasted really fancy to them but it hardly even touched their stomachs but it definitely emptied Jungkook’s wallet.

“I am still hungry,” Jungkook said as he stared at the empty bowl in front of him.

“Me too,” Jimin sighed.

“Let’s go to McDonald’s,” Jungkook suggested.

“Sure,” Jimin said. “But I’m paying”

“Fine,”

They left the restaurant and it was raining but this time neither of them groaned or waited for the rain to disappear.

They ran straight into the rain laughing as they did. They might have looked slightly out of their mind but hey you only have one life. You might as well live it.

“You know Jimine,” Jungkook said. “I have always hated the rain but not anymore”

“Why?” Jimin asked.

“I think rain is our lucky charm,” Jungkook said. “We met for the first time when it was raining and then when we kissed it was raining too and look it’s raining now as well”

“Yeah,” Jimin said. “I think rain is our lucky charm”

Jungkook grinned as he came towards Jimin and as the road was thankfully fairly empty Jungkook twirled around Jimin a bit before hugging him.

“I feel like we are in a movie,” Jimin said as Jungkook rested his chin on the top of Jimin’s head.

“Only this is real,” Jungkook said as he kissed Jimin’s head.

Jimin only smiled as he looked at Jungkook before leaning in to kiss him.

Jungkook kissed him back and they kissed for a while until Jimin broke away.

“Come on, Kookie we have greasy burgers to eat,” he said laughing.

They had walked into the McDonalds soaking and got a lot of weird looks as they ordered two cheeseburgers and large fries.

They got a taxi back to Jungkook’s flat and after changing they ate their food and then just snuggled up on the couch together.

“So did you enjoy today?” Jungkook asked.

“It was the best date ever,” Jimin said and Jungkook gave him an ear to ear smile.

“And you are the best boyfriend ever,” Jimin said as he kissed Jungkook.

“Boyfriend?” Jungkook asked in an unsure tone.

“We have been practically making out for 3 weeks now and you took me to a fancy restaurant today,” Jimin said. “I think that makes us boyfriends”

“Oh yes,” Jungkook said. “We’re boyfriends”

Jimin just grinned before kissing Jungkook again.




Lucky charm? Jimin lets out a hollow laugh.

There was a time when rain meant only happiness and kisses but now it didn’t.

Now it served as a painful reminder. Because now every time it rained Jimin could only think about the day it had all went down.




Jimin never expected to be the fighting kind in a relationship but petty arguments were a regular thing with him and Jungkook.

Arguments that would sometimes lead to full blown fights that would mean either of them would storm out and then sulk for the next few days before either of them swallowed their pride and said sorry.

Jimin knew fights were healthy for a relationship but to this extent? He wasn’t sure.

They fought about every little thing but that one-day thing had blown out really bad.

Jimin loved Jungkook more than he had loved anyone but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed by the fact that Jungkook was jealous of every male and even female friend he had because for some twisted reason he believed that they were all hitting on Jimin which wasn’t the case but that didn’t stop Jungkook from worrying.

When Jungkook was inquiring him about one such friend he had seen Jimin talk to Jimin had lashed out at him and said every bad thing he had felt about the other in the most hurting way possible as he saw Jungkook’s eyes glisten for a moment.

“You know what,” Jungkook said. “I fucking hate you Jimin,” he said as he stormed out of Jimin’s house and walked into the pouring rain.




Jimin realizes that he doesn’t remember that day as well he remembers all the happy memories.

Maybe because he had tried to suppress it and tried to forget about it which was clearly unsuccessful.

The rain wasn’t the lucky charm it used to be, nor did it remind him of happiness. No, the rain meant that Jimin relived the day Jungkook had walked out on him.

That was 3 months ago but even when it rained now, Jimin cried locked into his room. A lot of things reminded him of Jungkook but nothing compared to the pouring room.

He was crying even now but thankfully no one could see his tears in the rain.

He had reached his house where he would continue to mope around but in private and maybe eat a dinner of microwaved leftovers and that is if he could make himself to do it.

The rain hadn’t stopped at all and it looked like one of those heavy showers that lasted over a day.

A whole day that reminded him of Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin reached his building and as he walked to his flat he heard a voice. A voice that was all too familiar. A voice that he had grown to love but now even listening to it made his heart stop.

“Jiminie,” it said.

Jimin turned around. He felt like he had officially lost his mind and that he was seeing Jungkook everywhere but no there he was standing in front of Jimin wearing a black hoodie that was concealing his face.

“I know,” he began. “You probably hate me”

Hate him? Jimin laughed internally.

“But I have to say this,” he continued. “I am sorry Jimin. I am really really sorry”

When Jimin didn’t say anything Jungkook continued.

“I am sorry for being an ass and leaving like that and never calling you again it was all my fault and I regret it so much because I have been so lucky to have you and I was being a jerk to you even though you deserve so much more. You are my everything Jimin and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me”

Jungkook sighed.

“All I wanted to say is, I love you Jimin. I love you so much. I love you more than I think I have and I ever will love somebody,” he said and he sniffled. “Please forgive me. I understand if you don’t but give me one chance Jimin and I promise I’ll make it up to you”

Jimin was rooted to his spot as he looked into Jungkook’s eyes.

Jungkook seemed to sense it as he gave a little nod and began walking away his head hung low.

“Wait,” Jimin said weakly.

Jungkook instantly turned around and he found Jimin running towards him throwing his arms around him.

“You idiot,” Jimin muttered as he felt tears at the crinkles of his eyes. “I love you”

“So you forgive me?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin nodded smiling a little.

“I can’t believe this,” Jungkook said. “I don’t deserve you”

“Shut up,” Jimin said as he kissed Jungkook. God, had he missed the feel of Jungkook’s lips on his.

Jungkook kissed him back and they stood there kissing for the longest time neither of them wanting to stop when Jimin finally pulled back to catch his breath.

“Look it’s raining today as well,” Jungkook said.

Jimin just nodded with a grin as he leaned into kiss Jungkook again.

Maybe, the rain was still their lucky charm.

#11 Auston Matthews

Can I have a Auston Matthews request where you two don’t get along but one of his girl best friends comes down to Toronto and you get jealous, have another fight about it, then admit your love to each other? Sorry that’s a lot to take in, hope it makes sense!

idek fam


Originally posted by brandoncarlo

“you know if he bothers you that much, you could just not come.” Zach suggested from his spot beside you.

“And let him take all my friends away from me?” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.”

Zach rolled his eyes at that. “Sure. I don’t get why it’s even that big of a deal. He’s a nice kid.”

You snorted at that. “He’s a pretentious douchebag.”

Zach rolled his eyes as Willy sat down on his other side, Kappy following closely behind him.

“I know that look.” Willy told you. “I bet you’re just secretly in love with him and don’t know it.” he stated, waggling his eyebrows with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “As if, Nylander. I have standards.”

“Can you at least be civil with him today for once?” Zach pleaded. 

“I am civil with him… as long as he doesn’t say dumb things. Which is, like, always.” you shrugged. “Not my fault.” Zach sighed and the European duo beside him snorted while you took a sip from your drink and raised an eyebrow at Zach. “What?”

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