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Title: Queen of Hearts
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: None
Notes: This is a result of me lamenting on the fact that Cheryl really deserves someone who loves and appreciates her.

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Prior to falling in love with the captain of the River Vixens, you had absolutely no interest in cheerleading. You thought it was one of the stupidest ‘sports’ in existence, and it was nothing more than a social construct to allow pretty, popular girls to assert their dominance over their school. It was most certainly still that, but after accompanying Cheryl to practice every day for two weeks while her car was in the shop, you realized it was of much more importance than just some air-headed rhyming phrases and pom-poms.

“You’re really going to just sit in solemn silence with your headphones in, while the hottest and most talented girl you know is working her ass off right in front of you?” Cheryl inquired as she followed you over to the bleachers. You set her duffle bag down next to your backpack, and made yourself as comfortable as possible on the cold metal seat while she fished around in her bag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll definitely be watching your ass – I just won’t be paying much attention to anything else,” you clarified, shooting her a wink, and she rolled her eyes in response. Still, you could see a small smile on her red lips.

“Whatever, just… keep quiet – and let me know if you need anything,” Cheryl said, attempting to still sound annoyed, yet unable to keep from being sweet to you.

“Gotcha, doll.”

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AKA THE ‘  WOW WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE  ’ LIST

all  jokes  aside,  i  apologize  for  the  minimalistic  header,  but  this  was  overdue  and  with  college  starting  soon,  i wanted  to  get  this  out  when  i  could !  tbh  i  wasn’t  expecting  to  reach  600 +  before  wednesday,  so  for  me  this  is  HUGE  and  i  can’t  thank  you  enough.  i’ll  spare  you  the  sap,  just  know  that  i  love  and  appreciate  each  and  every  one  of  you  who’ve  stuck  with  me  through  this  hell  of  a  summer,  and  all  who  are  going  to  be  joining  me  as  i  continue  this  wild  journey  with  this  demiguy  demigod  that  means  so  much  to  me.  now,  onto  the  actual good  stuff !

CONSIDERED COCONUTS

THESE  FOLKS  ARE  SOME  OF THE  KINDNESS  I’VE  MET  ON  THIS  SITE,  AND  I  WILL  CONTINUE  TO  BE  ETERNALLY  GRATEFUL  THAT  THEY  ARE  A  PART  OF  MY  LIFE.  I  LOVE  YOU  NERDS  SO  MUCH

@moanaialiki   /   @furaised  : HEY  GRANDMA !  you already  know  this,  but  i  love  you   more  than  life  itself,  and  i’m  so  blessed  to  have  your  lovely  memey  self  be  a  major  part  of  my  life.  thank  you  so  much  for  being  here  fam,  for  crying  about  mo.ana  and  ma.ui’s  relations  on  the  daily,  dragging  me  into  des.end.ants,  making  ray  with  my  eve,  and  just  being  a  wonderful  and  supportive  friend  which  i  try  my  hardest  to  give  back,  since  you’re  that  important  to  me.  i  shan’t  overkill  you  with  my  cheesiness  this  time  around,  but  i  just  want  you  to  know  how  much  you  mean  to  me  and  how  a  day  doesn’t  go  by  that  i’m  thankful  you’re  in  my  life

@absoluteneed    &    your  blogs : MAN  IT’S  WILD  HOW  MUCH  WE’VE  GONE  THROUGH??  i’m  so  happy  that  we  met  however  many  years  back,  and  have  kept  contact  all  these  years  since.  seeing  you  on  here  and  our  friendly  conversations  we  have  always  bring  a  smile  to  my  face,  and  your  presence  as  a  voice  against  the  terrible  people  in  the  rpc  helps  to  restore  my  faith  in  humanity.  love  ya  now  and  always !

@captain-uma   /   @motherofvoyagers : JAS !!!  you’ve  grown  to  be  such  a  close  friend  through  this  blog  (  even  if  i  am  an  enabler,  i  know  you  still love  meeee.  )  our  love  for  all  our  characters  and  the  relationships  we’ve  formed  with  them  mean  so  much  to  me  (  plus,  you  encourage  my  ma.ui  enthusiasm,  so  that’s  always  a  plus !  )  i  love  you  lots

@lookedpathetic    &    your  blogs : ANNA - BELLE  YO !  i  love  you  so  much  and  all  your  lovely  blogs  and  characters : it’s  all  literal  perfection.  between  sharing  hcs  about  characters  interacting  w  ma.ui  up  to  spamming  each  other  w  memes,  it’s  been  a  lovely  wild  ride  on  this  blog,  and  it  wouldn’t  have  been  the  same  without  you

@facadesmiled : ACE  ACE  ACE !!!  you  know  you’re  gonna  be  on  here  you  dork !  we’ve  been  through  it  all  honestly,  we’ve  known  each  other  for  literal  YEARS,  and  i’m  proud  to  call  you  my  best  friend  in  all  meanings  of  it.  i  love  you  so  much,  and  i  honestly  don’t  know  where  i’d  be  if  you  hadn’t  been  a  part  of  my  life.  thank  you  so  much,  i  love  ya  to  bits  and  pieces

and  a  special  mention  to  BIRDIE,  who  is  no  longer  on  tumblr  itself,  but  who  is  important  enough  to  be  added  here.   i  love  you  so  much  man,  talking  to  you  is  always  such  a  pleasure  and  i  love  what  we’ve  created  with  him  and  venia,  bc  they  truly  bring  me  so  much  joy  and  happiness.  you  deserve  only  the  best,  and  i’m  glad  we  started  talking  bc  you’ve  majorly  impacted  my  life.  thank  you  and  i  love  you !

ISLANDS I PULLED FROM THE SEA

@gentlerule   /   @seraphsang   /   @walkingnova    /   @britishspy   /   @scrveuse   /   @lionwept   /   @rottcore   /   @voodootaught   /   @gllaukos   /   @scavengered   /   @zehsvara    /    @notkiing  /   @menacewest    /    @regihelion   /   @solarborne   /   @maedrvar   /   @loptdyr   /   @seetheirsoul   /   @songslight    /   @butscrewmefirst   /   @longlocked    /   @pinkxnunchucks   /    @sleuthis   /   @bopnty   /   @agelessbecst   /   @cheekypuzzle   /   @scaramouchc   /   @lebossu   /   @findthebxrd   /   @c137th   /   @daayaan   /   @fondfell   /   @hopestolen   /   @maritamed   /   @yourhotaunt   /   @vcrde   /   @tigerial   /   @terrahelion    /   @nirvaasit   /   @vaempir    /   @galcticmartyr   /    @vcrde    /   @greaselungs   /   @falsequerade    /   @captivusborn   /   @gothamcartel   /   @liesold   /   @flychild   /   @murroyilodel   /   @drexm-eater   /   @tenderborn   /   @empowcred   /   @sunflowerhearted    /   @aduain    /   @saevio   /   @anyhppy   /    @mythsworn   /   @smaugiiisms   /   @uhaneole   /   @xghxuls   /   @kaledvoul   /   @doomfreed   /   @alriightcuba   /   @bengalisms   /   @godkilller   /   @501di3r76   /    @dear-indies    &    everyone  else  who  has  made  getting  to  this  milestone  possible.  these  were  off  the  top  of  my  head,  so  i  know  i  missed  some.  just  know  that  even  if  you’re  not  on  this  list,  i  appreciate  you  being  here  and  i  love  you  all  immensely !!

anonymous asked:

I'm a new follower and like... I get so confused while scrolling through your blog xD mostly because there's a lot of different things here, and because your Sim Au confuses me to hell, but I love it anyways. Love everything you can give me, tho Also, on the Sim Au: How? I mean, I might have missed something (a lot) but I didn't find the post about it, so I'm kinda in love with something I don't know quite well at this point xD

Oh, welcome!! Hahaha yes I;; I can totally understand that. It’s sort of a mess here, I don’t really stick to one thing lol

Ahh I’m glad you like it!! Okay well, this is the starting post to the AU, back when I first introduced it. There’s also a tag for it, so if you’d prefer you can start from the beginning and scroll through all the posts I’ve made about it by going here :0

The thing is, when I introduced this AU I didn’t start from the beginning of the story, at least, Keith’s beginning of the story–but no need to worry! There’s also a fanfiction for it if you didn’t already know, where everything is in chronological order from mainly Keith’s POV ^^ (It’s not finished yet, but I’m working on it.)

So yeah I sorta started right in the middle of the whole story arc;; lol anyway I hope that clears up some stuff and if you have any questions! Don’t be afraid to ask I LOVE talking about this AU and I am always happy to hear from my followers ;D

Be gone: Chapter 7 - Gone

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Chapter 1: The voice
Chapter 2: Sick
Chapter 3: Transformation
Chapter 4: Hell
Chapter 5: Glitch
Chapter 6: Out of breath
Word count: 400
Warnings: depression, self harm

The following days, luckily no Anti outbursts happened.
But Jack’s general mood got worse and worse. He was hopeless. Desperate. Sad. And so frightened to end up killing Signe… he knew that another attack in her presence would be deadly for her.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if you've already talked about this but it's annoying the FUCK outta me gratitudecafe*tumblr*com/post/160707925230/harry-styles-behind-the-album he might as well just say "you know how Zayn Malik said he didn't enjoy a lot of being in 1D? Well I enjoyed every single thing about it and isn't he an ungrateful dick for saying otherwise!" And the amount of tags like ":) :) good egg" I'm seeing on my dash... Harry is so artificial and everyone just eats it UP

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i saw someone call harry “feckless” the other day and it’s honestly the perfect word to describe him. the boy is the definition of a coward, which is what makes the insistence that he’s some sort of ground-breaking individual as funny as it is maddening.

and as far as those gifs go, harold’s no idiot. even if there WERE moments when he hated being in the band and couldn’t wait to gtfo, it’s like written in stone that he for sure would never ever say that lest he got even a tenth of the shit that zayn got and ruin his chances of raking in the $$$. he knows who his base is and what they want to hear and he’s giving them exactly that. he and the others should probably feel good that zayn was willing to lie on the train tracks for them by being honest so that they don’t have to.

Fact of the fic: my brother’s name is Yann so writing this fic was weird when I imagined my 13-years old brother as Yandere… But this was fun to write. Yandere/Anti is now my brotp. I feel like they would bond over knives or something. Yan would see Anti as a father figure (I hc Yan as something like 16/17 years old). Anyway, enjoy!


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Yandere was thrilled because he’d received his first knife for his birthday. It was a beautiful knife, crafted specially for him. Sure it was a bit small but it was beautiful, and - most importantly - discreet enough that he could bring it to school with him. He couldn’t do anything at school right now as his last victim had only been a few days ago. Fortunately no one suspected him so he knew he could go back to killing anyone who so much as dared to look in Senpai’s direction.

Yandere was happy that all the egos had gathered for his birthday but he was sad that one person in particular couldn’t make it. Well two, actually but he was too shy to ask Senpai to his birthday. The person he thought would show up but didn’t was Anti. Yan had always liked him, he was one of the only Jack’s egos that Yan could stand. Unfortunately, Anti was in England right now and couldn’t make it to Yan’s birthday party.

After the gift came the cake and damn, did the egos outdid themselves! The cake was almost three feet high and covered in a frosting that made it look like it was covered with blood. Yandere was wondering how they were going to eat it all before it went to waste when the cake exploded and Anti came out with a big smile on his face. Yan squeaked and ran to his friend, hugging him. Anti was a bit surprised but he let himself be hugged; he wasn’t used to hugs but Yan had always been an exception.

“Anti! I’m so happy that you’re here! I thought you couldn’t come?” the red-haired boy exclaimed once he’s let go of the other man.

“Well I may have only said that to surprise you. Did it work?” Anti had a smug grin on his face. He was really happy he got to see his friends again.

“Did it work? Oh man you being here is the best gift of all!”

“Good because I didn’t bring any gift with me.”

Yan was intrigued. anti had always brought him a personal gift, even when he’d participate in the group gift.

“It’s okay you know. You being here is already more than I thought I’d have.” he lied. Having Anti here was indeed a good gift but he thought his friend would’ve actually gotten him something.

Anti knew that his friend was disappointed. And he had every right to be. Anti did show up to his birthday party without any present, didn’t he? No, of course he didn’t. It’s just that Anti’s gift was not a material gift.

“While may not have a gift for you, I do have something planned for us. so let’s go grab some cake and then the real fun begins.”

Yandere was intrigued as to what Anti had in store but he was excited. The more time he could spend with Anti the happier he was. They had to wait for a bit, though because they still hadn’t had any cake and Anti wanted to talk to some of the egos before leaving.

After about an hour, once everybody was full of cake, Anti and Yan took their leave. On the way out, Anti made sure to take Yan’s new knife with them.

“I did some research on my way here. I have a name and an address, we can go there and pay them a visit tonight.”

“What kind of visit are we talking about here?” Anti had a lot of very different ways of paying someone a visit depending on the person they were visiting.

“They liked a dozen of Senpai’s pictures on Instagram in the last twenty four hours,” explained Anti matter-of-factly.

“Oh. This kind of visit.” Yan smiled. Anti always had the best gifts for him.

anonymous asked:

last 10 books you read? + would you recommend them? I always see you reccing books but I'm curious if there's stuff you read that doesn't get a mention

- BONE GAP BY LAUREN RUBY – CURRENTLY READING and thoroughly enjoying! I’m not sure I actually… know what’s happening… at all… but I’m loving being confused. I’m gonna hedge my bets and say “magical realism”, then I’m covered. kinda has a Raven Cycle vibe, but it feels less YA. but so far: yes, would recommend! especially if you like WEIRDNESS, CUTE PEOPLE and BEES. 

- BOO BY NEIL SMITH – I already made an entire post reccing this book because I adored it so much! if Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones and Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time moved in next door to Lord of the Flies and had a lovechild, that lovechild would be Boo: a protagonist/narrator with autism solving a mystery in preteen Heaven, which preteens should really not have been left to run on their own. it’s a stunna. 

- MORE HAPPY THAN NOT BY ADAM SILVERA – I was looking forward to reading this for MONTHS and I was so disappointed! which I did not expect! so many people loved it! and I just… didn’t! this RARELY happens to me with books, so I didn’t really know what to do about it. I just. deleted the file off my kindle and moved on. 

- CAPTIVE PRINCE BY C. S. PACAT – I don’t know what it says about me that this series has become my go-to comfort/‘I don’t have the energy to read anything new so I’m just gonna crack out my main squeeze’ book, but there you have it. my third reread in two months, probably. 

- CALL ME BY YOUR NAME BY ANDRE ACIMAN – I reread The Infamous Peach Book on holiday and, of course, loved every second of it. it still STOPPED MY HEART multiple times even though I know every beat of it, and it actually made me WEEP this time around. mostly ‘I am overwhelmed by the transcendent beauty of this novel’ tears, but still. love forevs. 

- ALIAS HOOK BY LISA JENSEN – I fucking looooooved this book. it’s… not a prequel, per se, and not really a sequel either – it’s kind of a companion to Peter Pan, but it’s Hook’s story, post-novel, with lots of jumps back to his pre-Neverland life. and oh, man. OH, MAN. AS IF I WASN’T ALREADY ARSE OVER TIT IN LOVE WITH JAMES HOOK. he is the greatest gentleman pirate the world has ever known, and I want to marry him. also includes a BONUS Claire-Fraser-from-Outlander-esque character called Stella, and there is SEX. and Peter Pan is EVIL. it’s just THE BEST.

- LOST BOI BY SASSAFRAS LOWREY – after writing the tag #my next project is 100% gonna be an ambiguously modern completely fucked up and hella queer Peter Pan retelling someone messaged me like YOU’RE LOOKING FOR LOST BOI BY SASSAFRAS LOWREY, and I am very sorry, friend, but I was absolutely not looking for Lost Boi by Sassafras Lowrey. 

- JEFFERSON BLYTHE, ESQUIRE BY JOSH LANYON – I liked pretty much everything about this book except GEORGE, THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD, and I was gutted that I was supposed to like George, the worst person in the world, and that the novel didn’t end with Jefferson realising that George was the worst person in the world. other than that: yes, cute. 

- HALF BAD / HALF WILD BY SALLY GREEN – YOOOOOO. this series. this series! it’s is so far up my alley it’s through the back gate and rattling my doorknob!!! it’s got everything I’m into: morally grey everyone, magic, and a bisexual love triangle, and not to mention the main characters are technically all ‘baddies’. it’s about Nathan, the first ever child of a Black Witch and a White Witch, and how shit his life is, and how torn in two he is, and how his dad’s The Worst Black Witch Ever and, like, murders everyone and their mother, and there’s a LOW KEY WAR happening, and meanwhile Nathan’s half’n’half status is reflected in everything because he is SO TORN and SO BISEXUAL, and oh man. I honestly can’t believe that Sally Green wrote these books specifically for me. like, tone it down, Sal! you look really desperate catering directly to my interests like this!!!  

and i’ll always choose you

Finally got to this. Here.

Anonymous request: Okay, you totally don’t have to do this but if you would could you write a little something about a narry proposal thinking about that always makes me so :).

Pairing: Niall / Harry

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Charges

A/N: “Internal Affairs” spec, I guess. 915 words.

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“Do you accept the charges?”

Martin Deeks dreaded his mother’s hearing those words.  He wished he could think of a way to keep her out of this, but she would find out eventually.  He’d rather she find out from him.

The cop handed him the phone’s receiver, and his palms were already beginning to sweat.  He wondered how long he’d actually be able to hold his grip.  He nodded to the officer a non-verbal, “Thank you.”  He knew how this worked.  If you were polite and cooperative, you would get all the calls you needed.  They were free as long as they were local.  He’d use one for the lawyer.  His first one, though, he’d need for his mother.  Unfortunately it was long distance and would cost her money.  And grief.  God. He could only imagine the grief.  

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earthsxhungriestxchampion  asked:

I'm sorry if my post offended you I didn't want it in the tags for that very reason, I was just stating my opinion and I'm sorry if it offended you or anything of the like

No It’s fine sweety! And I’m sorry too. I read what you said when you said that was just your opinion and how you saw the show. That is why I put the comment in my tags because I was just stating my opinion too. I wasn’t expecting you to read it. ^^’ Next time I should be more conscious of my words. And I’m sorry for making you feel bad as well.

But anyway I understood where you came from with your comment. Especially if you watch the English dub it does make Chichi look like she abusive and forcing Gohan to study. But when you said “Chi Chi is violently emotionally abusive and manipulative to both her sons and Goku” Is very untrue. Her role in Dragon Ball z is just to be an over protective mother. 

And I’m SO sorry for a SUPER long post coming up, I try and shorten this but I can’t. But I feel like you had to read this because it seems to me you have a wrong interpretation of these characters.

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Last selfie of 2015? To those who didn’t know my name is Jelica and I recently changed my url I used to be @jissol​ 

I didn’t do a lot of tags since October, I’m sorry haha. I was tagged to do the 6 (best selfieof 2015?) selfie tag and selfie tag by these lovely and beautiful people @ewhansol (How’s Korea btw?)  @wonwuuu @chillyoongi @seungcheolcheeks @wonwooscat @vern0n0 @adoree-choihansol @hosh-ssi Thank you!!! I love you 

Do you see some of my photocards!?!1

I hope 2016 treats you well!! Happy New Year! ( it’s only 5 pm in my country but whatever lol ) 

I tag: @smolgyu @junghhseok @merryjismas @koraenese @suga-frost @tahyngs @sillycoups @jisooosgf @jisooscat @hoshibabe @hcbi @dirty-jamjam17 @parkjinmins @wonwoo-wow @seokwifey @jinyoung-universe @assgodjimin @kaiicicles @flowerdino @wonswooning @dokium  @waewonwoo @wae-tae @vernonzcat @verhnon @unjongin @softsjimin @beuii

I’m sorry if I miss anyone! You don’t have to do this but it would be nice to see your pretty faces! If you’ve done this already, I’m sorry haha.

Ashton Imagine - Standards | part three

Requested : Yes, and thank you so much for it guys! <3

Words : 1, 766

Authors note : Thank you guys so, so much for all of the notes on part one and two of this, and thank you to the person who requested it! This will be the final part, so I really hope you guys liked it!

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Part One Here // Part Two Here

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The whole entire drive home, Ashton was trying to think of what to say to you. He didn’t know what to do, or how he would react if he saw you crying. He knew he wouldn’t be able to say anything to you, like he always does when you cry.  

His hands were nervously taping against the steering wheel, the red light he was stopped at seemed to be taking forever. All he wanted to do was get home.  

When the light switched from red to green, he drove off quickly, not caring about speeding. In the next ten minuets, he was finally home. He parked the car and slowly made his way to the house, his nerves wracking. 

 What if she doesn’t even want to talk to me… what if she is so pissed that she just ignores me the whole time? What if she’s not even here… and she’s gone… Worry was filling his head as he stood outside the front door, still debating wither he should go in or turn around and drive away.  

Although it took him a bit more time, he finally got up the guts, and walked in, making sure to not make too much noise. He took his shoes and jacket off before going into the kitchen, checking there first. He sighed when you weren’t there, and turned to check the living room, only to find you curled into a ball on the couch, the pillow you had been crying too was clutched tightly against your chest.  

This image of you warmed his heart, and he smiled a bit, laughing too himself. She’s so damn cute…  

As he walked closer to you, he felt his heart drop. Since he could now see you perfectly, he noticed the tear stains against your cheeks, and he could already see how swollen your eyes were, even though they weren’t open.  

“(Y/n)…” He sighed, tears pricking at his eyes. “I’m so sorry…"  

You tossed and turned a bit, and when you inhaled, it sounded like you had been crying for a while.  

Your hand was hanging off the couch, and as Ashton followed it to the floor, he noticed your phone. He looked at it, confused, and decided to check if something had happened.  

"Especially when we knew how she got when things like that were said about her… I know it’s been hard for her with all of the hate from fans that she’s been getting lately…”Lukes words rang in Ashtons ears, making him cringe and type in your password (the day the two of you started dating) quicker than he ever had before.  

It opened up to the most recent thing you had been looking at, which was your twitter page.  

He read over the same tweets you did, all consisting of the #AshCanDoBetter. He felt this boiling hot anger starting in his stomach.  

How could some of the fans say things like this to you or about you? Did they not see how amazing you were, or how incredibly happy you made him?  

He clicked on the hashtag to see over 2.4m tweets using the hashtag, and he only got angrier.  

This is why you took the joke so harsh… because you’ve already been dealing with it for months, and of course it would hurt you worse coming from himself and the guys.  

He sat your phone down and took a seat at the very end of  the couch, trying to be careful as to not wake you up, even though he wanted to talk to you about the hate.  

He failed miserably at his attempt to not wake you up.  

"Hmm?” You turned over, your eyes slowly opening a bit. At first you didn’t notice him there, but when you did, your first instinct was to get up and walk away. 

“(Y/n), stop.” Ashton caught you by your wrist, holding it lightly so that you couldn’t walk away. 

You turned to him, biting your lip so you didn’t cry again as everything that happened came rushing into your head. 

“Ashton, please, I don’t want to talk about it.” You tried to pull away, but his grip wouldn’t weaken.  

“I’m not going to not talk about it. You don’t even know how sorry I am, (y/n),” his voice cracked, and you tried to ignore the ping in your chest. “I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.” 

“Ashton, it’s fin-” He cut you off. 

“No, don’t say it’s fine, because it’s not. Nothing about this whole situation is fine.” He had a serious tone to his voice, but you would see his eyes beginning to gloss over.  

“I didn’t stick up for you to our friends. I should have thought about how the things they were saying would make you feel, and how you would take them. It was my fault for not stopping them when they started.” He was trying to seem strong, and you listened as his accent kept getting thicker and thicker, something that happened when he got emotional.  

“And I should have known (y/n).” He hangs his head at this, and you look at him confused. “I should have fucking noticed all of it sooner and stopped it before it began.” It didn’t sound to you like he was talking about the banter at dinner anymore… 

“Ash… what are you talking about?” You question, and when he looks back up at you, you noticed the tears that were slowly coming down his face, making your heart tighten in your chest. 

“I-I know about all of t-the hate, (y/n).” His voice shook, and you looked at him wide eyed. You knew he would see some of it eventually, but you didn’t think it would be this soon. 

Before you could say anything, he continued.  

“The hashtag AshCanDoBetter’, it’s so pathetic. If only they knew how completely false that is.” He couldn’t look up at you, because he knew he’d cry harder, and he already hares crying in front of you. 

“Ashton…” 

“(Y/n), I love you so much, I can’t even place it into words. You’re my everything, and without you, I’d be a wreck. Fans don’t know how much you mean to me. They don’t understand that I wake up every single day to see you and hear you voice. You are one of the sole purposes of me even being here. ” He was in front of you now, so close that your chests were touching. His hand was pressed to your cheek, and even though you still wanted to be mad at him, you felt all of it washing away like the new tide with the moon.  

“I can’t do better than you, (y/n),” his voice cracked again, “because there is no one better. You are perfect to me in every way possible, and you most definitely are not fat. There is nothing wrong with your weight, and I wish you believe me when I say it. But I know that’s hard, because I know how self-conscious you are about it..” You didn’t know you were crying until you felt the pad of his thumb wipe one of them away.  

You opened your mouth and went to speak, but before you could, Ashton found your lips with his own, kissing you sweetly at first but soon making it passionate.  

He pulled away though, setting his forehead against yours.  

“I will apologize for the rest of my life for all of this if I have too.” He chuckled a bit, and for the first time that night, you smiled a bit. 

“That won’t be necessary.” Ashton looked at you, his eyes wide, almost as wide as the smile that spread on his face. 

“You mean you’re not mad-” You cut him off. 

“I’m not as mad as I was. I’m still hurt Ash, but of course I’ll get over it. I hate seeing you getting this upset over things…” You cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, the smile he was wearing had lessened a bit, but it was still there. 

“Well, I’m just glad you aren’t as mad at me as you were… I really didn’t mean to do that to you, I never meant to hurt you.” He sighed, and you just nodded. 

“It's fine, it’s all over now. I’m exhausted, crying for this long really wears a girl out. ” You smile, stretching  your arms over your head.  

Ashton took this chance, sneaking his arms around your waist and pulling you up and into his arms, where his kissed you lightly, what was about to be a small scream of shock slowly melting into the kiss.  

“Then let’s go to bed. I can sleep on the couch though, if you-” You cut him off by kissing his crimson cheek, smiling at him. 

“You’re not sleeping on the couch, you’re sleeping in our bed with me, got it?” You laugh, making him smile wider and blush a bit deeper.  

“Oh… okay, good!” He began walking upstairs to the room, carrying you easily in his arms. 

“Oh, and babe?" He said, once you got into the room and he sat you down on the bed. 

"Yeah?” 
 
“That hashtag is going to be gone by tomorrow, got it?” He nodded, and you looked at him, confused. 

“What do you mean, Ash… what'd you do?” You were suspicious because of the sound in his voice, which hinted that he had done something.  

“Check your twitter and see." Was all he said before he headed into the bathroom to wash up, something you had already done.  

You unlocked your phone quickly, going to Ashton's page. There, was a selfie that you had taken with him before the dinner, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his lips pressed to your cheek.  

@Ashton5SOS: This girl is the single most amazing thing to ever happen to me. I love you more than life itself, princess. #AshCANTDoBetter #IHaveTheBest 

Although the tweet may have been a bit corny, you think that Ashton got his point across that he had seen the tag, and that he didn’t like it.  

I love him so fucking much… you though to yourself, cuddling even more into the shirt you were wearing, which was his. You laid back into your bed, a large smile spread across your face as you could hear Ashton singing 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran at the top of his lungs in the shower.  

Maybe I don’t fit the standards of a band members girlfriend… but I think I fit the standards of being Ashton’s girlfriend.

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Authors note : Okay guys, I really hope you liked the final part! I feel like this was a cute ending? I hope if was as good as you guys thought it was going to be! Thank you for all the requests to continue it!