brother like feels are the worst

my personal little headcanon for the “jerk” “bitch” thing is that when they were younger the boys got into a big argument over something silly, and Dean was fuming so he accidentally let “bitch” slip from his mouth, and Sam was so hurt and shocked he tried to think of the worst insult to fire back at Dean, but being so young the worst thing he could think of was “jerk” so he spit it at Dean like a curse word and Dean just couldn’t help but giggle bc his baby brother was so pure and clearly couldn’t have a mean bone in his body if he tried, and Dean giggling made Sam giggle too so then “bitch” and “jerk” just became this loving playful thing between the two of them ;.;

Masterlist

     Teen Wolf:

(The ones with the line through them, mean they’re a working progress, comment what imagine you’d like to see from them next)

Isaac Lahey Imagine-

Because Of Me     Part2      Part3     Part4

The Girl In The White Dress    Part2    Part3    Part4

If I Die Young

Stiles Stilinski Imagine-

The Feelings That We Hide

Jersey Jitters

Avoiding Love    Part2

My Brother Ships Us

Let Me Talk

Save Me Dumbass

Where’s My Love?

You Cant Love An Original

Don’t Call Me That

Void Stiles-

Costume Party

Scott McCall Imagine-

I Came To Help

Alpha Affliction

Liam Dunbar Imagine-

Drunken Drama

You Still Love Him, Don’t You?

Nervous

Derek Hale Imagine-

A Living Hell

Love You Forever

Theo Raeken Imagine-

I’m Not A Bad Guy

Pack Imagine-

So You Kidnapped her?

The Worst Day Ever

What Happened To Y/N?    Part2

GIF Posts-

Teen wolf-

Christmas Eve With The Pack

Hide And Seek With The Pack

13 Reasons Why-

Suicide Isn’t Cowardly

You Don’t Know

Riverdale-

The Blossoms Aesthetic

Random questions
  • 1. Do you bite or lick ice cream?
  • 2. What is home to you?
  • 3. What was the last lie you told?
  • 4. Does everyone deserve the truth?
  • 5. What is the creepiest toy ever made?
  • 6. Describe a moment in which you did something unacceptable in a bad situation.
  • 7. List two things that are more easily done than said. (No, I didn't mix them up.)
  • 8. When was the last time you worked really hard to achieve something?
  • 9. How many all nighters have you pulled?
  • 10. If humans didn't evolve to laugh or smile, how would we express our happiness instead?
  • 11. How many romantic "things" or "flings" have you had?
  • 12. What is your paradise?
  • 13. What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.)
  • 14. How many hearts do you think you have broken?
  • 15. What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you?
  • 16. Why do people care about celebrities? Do you care about celebrities?
  • 17. What is the most annoying thing someone can do to you?
  • 18. Do you overexaggerate? What are the pros and cons of this?
  • 19. Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments?
  • 20. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not?
  • 21. List 3 things you like about yourself?
  • 22. What is the best advice someone has ever given you?
  • 23. Do you have what it takes to raise a child? Why or why not?
  • 24. How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day?
  • 25. When was the last time you felt awkward?
  • 26. Are you introverted or extroverted? Or a mixture of both?
  • 27. What constitutes a good friend?
  • 28. Would you rather have a lot of friends to hang out with or just one best friend?
  • 29. In a regular day, what do you not want to hear?
  • 30. What is your dream job?
  • 31. Is it better to be lazy but smart or hardworking but unintelligent?
  • 32. What is a truth about yourself that others find hard to believe?
  • 33. What have you always wondered about the other gender?
  • 34. Which fantasy world would you like to visit the most?
  • 35. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended.
  • 36. Imagine that you have switched bodies with someone you don't know. You can't switch back. What do you do?
  • 37. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it?
  • 38. What is the most important, applicable class you have ever taken?
  • 39. Name the last book you read.
  • 40. Imagine that you are unable to express emotion. How would this affect your world?
  • 41. When was the last time you made the first move?
  • 42. What is your opinion on electronic music such as dubstep or trap?
  • 43. What was the last movie you watched?
  • 44. Do you like and appreciate your life?
  • 45. Do you like and appreciate yourself?
  • 46. When was the last time you cried?
  • 47. What are you scared of?
  • 48. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done?
  • 49. What are some of your hobbies?
  • 50. What is a superficial yet annoying mistake you constantly make?
  • 51. Are you a good friend? What makes you a good friend? If not, what makes you a bad friend?
  • 52. Do you honestly learn from your mistakes?
  • 53. What have you learned the hard way?
  • 54. What is the most important thing to have in order to attain happiness?
  • 55. Which medium do you use for expressing your artistic emotions? (Singing, writing, etc.)
  • 56. Are you a creative or a logical thinker?
  • 57. What is the smartest thing you have ever done?
  • 58. What is your ideal meal?
  • 59. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date?
  • 60. Do you like animals? Which kind is your favorite?
  • 61. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be?
  • 62. Do you have any guilty pleasures?
  • 63. What is the best thing that the internet has ever created?
  • 64. Do you like playing video games? Which video games?
  • 65. What is your opinion on beauty in today's society?
  • 66. Are you a morning person? When do you usually wake up?
  • 67. Do you have a favorite Disney movie? Character?
  • 68. Would you rather live in the city or in the countryside?
  • 69. Would you rather live near the ocean or in the mountains?
  • 70. What are the best things about winter?
  • 71. What scares you most about the future?
  • 72. What makes you feel old?
  • 73. How many hours do you spend on the computer or phone on average?
  • 74. What are some of your New Year's resolutions?
  • 75. What is your life story in 6 words?
  • 76. Describe yourself in one word.
  • 77. What bad habits do you do?
  • 78. What genre of music do you listen to?
  • 79. Most prominent childhood memory?
  • 80. Imagine if you had an older brother. If you already have one, what is it like? If you don't, how would this change your life?
  • 81. Spirit animal?
  • 82. Do you believe in horoscopes?
  • 83. What is the worst advice you've ever been given?
  • 84. List the 3 most important people in your life right now.
  • 85. Favorite memory of your family.
  • 86. What do you look for in a relationship?
  • 87. Do you have a role model? Why or why not?
  • 88. What is your opinion on social media?
  • 89. Are you a pessimist or an optimist?
  • 90. List some things that you think are overpriced?
  • 91. What is your worst memory or creepiest experience?
  • 92. What superpower would ruin the world?
  • 93. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway?
  • 94. What lessons have you learned from movies and which movies were they?
  • 95. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
  • 96. How do you approach people?
  • 97. What is your opinion on first impressions?
  • 98. What are some things you did as a child that you no longer do?
  • 99. What languages can you speak?
  • 100. What do you think society will be like in 30 years?
  • 101. What do you do on your lazy days?
  • 102. What ended your last relationship?
  • 103. Favorite food?
  • 104. What is the most terrifying dream you've ever had?
  • 105. When was the last time you got seriously angry?
  • 106. What was the last friendship you broke?
  • 107. Do you have any pet peeves?
  • 108. Who was the last person you gave a hug to?
  • 109. When was the last time you got seriously stressed?
  • 110. What part of your personality do you want to change?
  • 111. Who is the most positively influential person in your life right now?
  • 112. What is your biggest motivation?
  • 113. What did you want to be when you were little?
  • 114. What are some things that you are good at?
  • 115. What is one thing you want to be good at?
  • 116. What distracts you the most, especially when you're trying to work?
  • 117. How important is privacy to you?
  • 118. If you could create one social norm, what would it be?
  • 119. What's the craziest lie you've ever told?
  • 120. What story do you like to tell about yourself at parties?
  • 121. What is the lamest thing that you have seen someone do?
  • 122. What is the stupidest thing you've done to impress someone?
  • 123. What is your morning routine?
  • 124. What's the last thing you did that is worth remembering?
  • 125. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?
  • 126. What is your opinion on playing "hard to get?"
  • 127. What are the pros and cons of straightforward?
  • 128. What do you consider "leading" someone on?
  • 129. Are you the friendzoner or the friendzoned?
  • 130. What do you admire most about your friends?
  • 131. What do you admire most about your family?
  • 132. What is your opinion on "going with the flow?"
  • 133. Do you enjoy talking or listening?
  • 134. When is it time to end a friendship?
  • 135. What is the worst excuse you've ever come up with?
  • 136. If GPA didn't matter, what courses would you have taken?
  • 137. What are your favorite baby names?
  • 138. When was the last time you had a deep conversation with someone?
  • 139. What instantly ruins a conversation?
  • 140. Biggest turn ons and turn on offs.
  • 141. Biggest disappointment.
  • 142. Do you have any self-restraint?
  • 143. When did you last do something outside of your comfort zone?
  • 144. Prized possession(s)?
  • 145. What is your opinion on second chances?
  • 146. Text or call?
  • 147. What do you like about the 21st century?
  • 148. What advice would you give to yourself 5 years ago?
  • 149. How organized are you?
  • 150. Favorite mode of transportation.
Sehun | Oh Sehun

One Day

You attend your sister’s wedding with your boyfriend Sehun - along with his group members - and you begin to think about your future.

Fortunately Intoxicated

A very drunk Sehun comes to say something very important and over due to you.

Truth or Dare (M)

You’re playing ‘Truth or Dare’ with your best friend Sehun and he’s determined to get you to admit that you like him

A While Now

You are EXO’s stylist noona and the boys are constantly trying to hint Sehun’s huge crush on you

Practically Perfect

Your best friend keeps insisting for you to date her boyfriends friend and you refuse to meet him. Little do you know that fate had exactly that planned for you…

Every Step of the Way

You find out a life changing decision and you’re not sure how your boyfriend Sehun will react, so you try to keep it to yourself. But his oblivion doesn’t last long.

Just Hold Me

(University AU)Sehun gets back from a long day of classes and all he wants to do is come to your dorm room and cuddle.

New Butterflies

(High School AU) You are in a detention with your best friend Sehun - who actually decided to show up to one for the first time - and things seem a little different whilst shelving the books.

Confession Confusion  

(High School AU) You are determined to find out who Sehun likes even though you have feelings for him yourself.

Possessive Trait

(High School AU) You are grouped up with Jongdae and Baekhyun during Chemistry and Sehun can’t help but feel a little neglected *cough* Jealous *cough* when you hang out with the boys 

No Promises  

(High School AU) The popular Sehun asks for help with homework and gets your number and ends up falling for you as he spends time with you in classes

Overlooked Efforts

(Harry Potter AU) You claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…

Game Day

(Harry Potter AU) The star player of Slytherin -who also happens to be your boyfriend- is intently waiting for you to watch him at his Quiditch game, but you’re unsure whether to go or not.

Not -so-Secret Date

I let out a little giggle as he looked up at me flashing me that charming smile of his. I began running my fingers through his scalp as he continued to watch me with pure adoration in his eyes

Because I Love You

Maybe a highly appreciative boyfriend is something we all deserve, I’m just really lucky I have one…

Tree Topper

“I wish we could stay like this forever Y/N” He seriously sighed into my neck, as I reached down and ran my fingers through his soft locks, nodding in agreement.

Pin Me Down

“Come on Y/N, I was actually hoping for some competition” He cockily smirked, hovering over me as I rolled my eyes for the billionth time during the fight.

Tracing Patterns

I let a small smile take over my lips before slowly turning in his arms, which still didn’t stop his subconscious actions.

Hold me Close

I let out a little sigh before removing my hand, and finally looking up at his bare upper-half, just to flash him a tired smile before shutting my eyes again.

Unwind (M)

He sighed a little in content, and I continued to play with his locks in the attempt of relieving some of the stress from the day.

Leave a Mark (M)

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and let out a little sigh.

Something New

I cut off his pointless rambling as I placed my small hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss to reassure him of my happiness

Surprise Arrivals

I couldn’t help but marvel at her hopes of seeing him so soon. Missing him was one of the hardest things for her, yet she fought through it like the strong girl Sehun and I raised her to be.

Sunrise Serenity (M)

 I lightly leaned my back against his bare chest as he placed his head snugly into the crook of my neck, and I continued to now quietly hum the words.

Shut Up and Kiss Me 

I pulled away unwillingly and giggled as he leant his head back up trying to follow my lips; raising my eyebrow at the smug smirk plastered onto his face.

Last First Kiss

From his luscious lips, down to his perfectly jawline in addition to his long - single mole adorned - neck, which were all tied together by his beautiful milky white skin; complimenting his sharp features almost too perfectly.

Kiss Under the Stars (M)

My heart gently fluttered when I felt him lowering his body a bit to rest his head on my shoulder, taking me by surprise as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

Jealous Drive (M)

I shook my head at him before deciding to walk back to the comfort of the bar, but he was quick to grab my wrist and pull me to his front. “Dance with me” He brought his soft lips to my ear.

Fun in the Sun

As soon as you gave up and decided to wait for him at the shore, you felt a pair of hands grab your hips delicately and all you could do was let out a shriek at the top of your lungs in surprise.

Baby Steps - Daddy Daughter Day - Morning Routine

New dad Sehun is more than a little nervous and hesitant of his father skills, so you have to reassure him of how great of a dad he is.

Walking Away - Always Be the One

Letting you go seemed to be one of the worst decisions Sehun had made, but would you be willing to forgive him if he tried winning you back?

Stone Cold - Happiness in You (ft Kim Jongin)

Jongin is excited to introduce you to his new girlfriend, being completely oblivious of the fact that you have feelings for him. But there is only person keeping you emotionally stable through this, and it happens to be your friend Oh Sehun.

Don’t Say You Love Me (ft Park Chanyeol) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 ||

Your singleness becomes a bother to your brother like best friends Baekhyun and Junmyeon. This results in them setting out to find you your so-called soul mate, without consulting you of course. But will they both decide to agree on the same guy to be your perfect match?

5

Hi everyone!!

 I decided to share with all of you this little storyboard I did last year, I needed it for a job I was applying, so my brother help me to write a little story for me to draw.

It was so  muuuuch work and I had to be out of my comfort zone with this project, I had to draw backgrounds, my worst enemy! hahaha and when I ended drawing it, I feel like I illustrated a whole book!!! (believe me I have worked in that before and its super exhausting)

Of course I didn’t get the job haha but it was fun!

Hope everyone likes it!  (and of course, the dog is my own baby momo)

ways arsenal and lfc are simular
  • both teams are forever losing 
  • both teams despise chelsea and man utd
  • they are always in constant pain
  • both managers give everything to their teams and are always left disappointed
  • countless injuries all the damn time
  • always suffering
  • just suffering
  • suffering 
  • SUFFERING 
  • S U F F E R I N G 
  • both teams forever feel each others pain
  • we’re like siblings separated at birth that continue to remember each other by constantly l o s i n g 
  • neither of them believe in winning
  • neither believe in winning the league
  • both enjoy S U F F E R I N G 
  • suffering all day long
  • making their fans want to kill themselves 
  • and giving them that nice feeling of Death
  • arsenal and liverpool; brothers in losing and suffering and making sure their fans had the worst time watching their games 

add more if u want 

AU masterpost: Shiro being part of the batfam 

collection of the headcanons by me and anon  (anon if you want to be named please let me know ur username!)

  • Ok shiro being adopted by batman and then people mixing him up with Jason from a distance or in poor lighting bc they’re both tall and jacked with a white forelock 
  • imagine the batfam reacting to shiro going missing/presumed dead on the mission that was supposed to fulfill his dream of being an astronaut, and like this is a “death” with no body to try to resurrect 
    • shiro lowkey trying to find a green lantern to contact an earth one to tell his family he’s alive
  • Shiro being so mad at Bruce because of what happened to Jason?? and leaving to the Garrison on bad terms with Bruce only to disappear in the Kerberos mission, and this makes Bruce feel like shit??? So Bruce begs Clark, Diana, Hal, etc all to search the universe for him and is devastated when they find no trace
    • UNTIL THEY DO!! And that’s how they find Shiro post season 2 and help him get back with Voltron and defeat Zarkon!!!!
    • ALSO the team coming back to Earth and meeting Bruce and the batfam, and now Shiro is no longer the “adult” in charge??? And it’s so odd for them to see Shiro be pampered by Bruce and Alfred and have Dick and Jason be his brothers (who are basically his age)????
  • Shiro feeling like Bruce bc he’s leading kids into danger and thinking “what would Bruce do” in situations the Paladins remind him of his brothers 
  • The worst: Shiro thinking of Bruce and his strict no killing rule and shiro having to kill in the arena /the angst/ (shiro confessing his actions back on earth to his family and feeling so guilty and worried how they’ll react because it’s one thing to want to kill the joker but some of those were more the equivalent of petty crooks )
    • Shiro being like, I killed so many, and being unable to look Bruce in the eye. But then Bruce just pulls him into a hug and holds him close, doesn’t say anything. The Voltron team is surprised because Shiro never confessed about this haunting him, and it’s just all so new to them?? But Bruce just holds him close.
    • and when he finally lets go, Jason pulls Shiro into a tight hug and pats his back. tells him that he would have killed the entire Galra race if it meant getting Shiro back alive. and though Shiro feels guilty abt this, it makes him feel good/safer to hear Jason say it.
  • the Paladins all getting designated guest bedrooms and being honorary Waynes bc theyre Shiro’s family now and now part of the extended family. 
  • Bruce treating shiro tenderly even tho Shiro’s killed more than Bruce ever will and feels like he’s aged so much but Bruce and family still treats him like he’s his kid and it’s exactly what shiro needs to feel less like a monster). 
  • The batboys bickering over which lion their personality fits. 
  • Coran and Alfred bonding
  • Dick claiming the blue lion. Jason claiming the red lion. Damian fighting over Bruce for the black lion. Tim calling the green lion. Cassandra gets the green lion. 
  • Selina and Allura being friends?? Cassandra/Allura??
  • batfam actually hears about shiro in space before they know it’s him, Hal (or another GL) comes back from deep space talking about the galra and all these ex-prisoners and this Champion and he just shares it like it’s interesting gossip but then months later when shiro is back and either an alien the league/group meets or one of the Paladins mentions that he’s the Champion and suddenly his family knows all the gory details without his thoughts behind them
    • Shiro feels a bit violated and embarrassed cuz he wished they never knew this about him but they all provide him with so much support
Mr. Sleepy Head

At first you’re annoyed with the guy that falls asleep next to you in class, but he’s like a fucking puppy. How could you be annoyed with that for long?

Anon said: If my 😴😴😴 eyes arent deceiving me I see that requests are open pls write me a college!au thing where ty is always sleeping in class and you always happen to sit next to him and one day he falls asleep on your shoulder and just 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💖 idk i’m tired write that for me to read when i wake up -sleepy lty enthusiast 😴💘👍       

for carmen because she saw the secret ;))) 👀👀👀👀 enjoy sleepyhead ^^

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anonymous asked:

Would Yellow Diamond and Isabelle from animal crossing count as a crack ship?

That would definitely be a crackship, but I also feel like Yellow Diamond would possibly be the worst mayor ever??

“Mayor Diamond! you can’t terraform the town! Where are the villagers going to stay?”

“Mayor Diamond! You can’t kill Bob because he didn’t give you the furniture you want!”

“Mayor Diamond!!! You can’t militarize the town!!!!”

“Mayor Diamond!!!! Forcing all the villagers to work for you would be unethical!!”

“Mayor Diamond!!!!! Firing my brother isn’t a public works project!!!!!!!!” 

blessing

Lance is drumming his fingers against the table at a pace that is near inhumane. Shiro hasn’t seen him this nervous in years. After being a Voltron for near a decade, they’ve each figured out a way to cope. So this, sitting in some space diner a light year or two away from the castle is a new one.

It’s good to know that Lance still knows he can come to Shiro to talk, but since he hasn’t really said much of anything, all it’s doing is making him nervous.

Shiro clears his throat. That seems to bring Lance out of his nervous stupor. He sits straight up, his fingers now frozen on the table.

“Lance is everything alright?” He asks gently. After the Galra Empire was defeated, the universe was in the slow process of recovering. Voltron’s duties were nowhere near as dire or dangerous as before. They make frequent trips to earth, and in fact are planning on going back within a month or two. That doesn’t mean that things are perfect, however. And while Shiro has learned not to assume the worst case scenario anymore, he’s still prepared for what may come.

“Yes!” Lance squeaks. Another rare occasion. What has him so up in arms? “I mean, yes,” The Blue Paladin moves his hand to the lar mug and drums his fingers against the ceramic instead of the table. “The thing is… uh.”

Shiro lifts a brow. Lance isn’t even looking at him. Still, he waits.

“So. Y'know Keith,” Lance mentions, overly casual.

“Yes…” Shiro agrees slowly. Any conversation involving his adoptive little brother always brings about the question ‘what has he done now?’

“And like… I. He. Well.” Lance swallows audibly. Is he sweating?

No, this isn’t a 'Keith has done something stupid and I need to rant about it’ outting. He frowns and leans forward, his ability to assume the worst in maximum overdrive.

“Is he okay? What’s going on?”

Lance groans, pushing his hair out of his face. He wears it slightly longer than he used to. On days when he’s feeling lazy, it curls a little. Keith once told him he likes it like that. Of course, Keith was pretty drunk that night. God, he better be okay.

“We’ve been together. For a while now. And I was hoping,” He takes a deep breath. “Well, I was hoping to pop the question. Ask him. Y’know,” Lance looks up at Shiro bashfully. “I want to ask him to marry me.”

And just like that, Shiro breaks out into a grin. Why didn’t he see this coming sooner? Of course Lance wants to marry Keith. “That’s great,” He replies. Although he still doesn’t really understand where the anxiety is coming from. It’s not like Lance is getting down on one knee. Keith isn’t even here.

Lance’s smile is tremulous. “Yeah,” He says quietly. “So, I was hoping…” He shrugs. “Well, if you’d give me your blessing?” His voice starts getting higher the way it always does when his nerves get the best of him.

Shiro raises his eyebrows. “My blessing?”

“Yeah,” Lance says again. “You’re Keith’s brother. His family. It’d mean a lot if you gave your stamp of approval,”

There was never really a question, Shiro thinks. Lance and Keith have had their ups and downs, but they’ve always been happy. They’re good together. That’s been more than enough. This is why Lance asked him out here, obviously, so Shiro wants to make sure that Lance understands that he gets the weight of this question.

“Lance,” Shiro says, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Nothing would make me happier than welcoming you to the family. However small.”

The relief is palpable. And just like that, Lance is grinning like he normally does.

“Well, if things go according to plan,” He says. The prospect has put stars in his eyes. “It won’t be a small family for long.”

Imagine being taken captive by Negan but Dwight falling in love with you as he takes care of you

(Sorry if it’s messy :( BUT YAY DWIGHT!! I tried my best! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

After surviving the longest night of your life, you had found yourself trapped in one of the cells in the Saviors’ compound.

Negan and his men had taken you as their prisoner after you had caused a commotion during the line up. Seeing your friend Abraham getting his head bashed had angered you so much, you couldn’t think of anything else but to jump up and punch Negan for it.

You had wanted to keep going but was forced to stop as his men had tackled you to the ground. By then you couldn’t have realize how much of a big mistake you had made acting so rash like that.

Within a few words being said, the next thing you know Negan had bashed your older brother’s, Glenn’s head as well. You knew in that moment, you had to avenge his death and make him pay for what he had done to all of you.

You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed. Tears and screams came out of you and even more as you tried to get out of everyone’s grasps once again, only to be knocked unconscious and taken captive

Negan had his plans for you, seeing how tough you are and had tasked one of his men to handle you from the start.

~~~~

After all the tears from seeing your dear brother go that way, suffering in such pain, you had shut yourself down completely from your surroundings.

You didn’t count the days since you had gotten to their camp, but every morning you woke up to the sound of a rather annoying song.

It was put on repeat until your “caretaker” would come over to fetch you your breakfast, if that’s what you could call him.

If you could remember well, his name was David and was a complete asshole to you. Requesting the strangest things from you, angering you and making you lose your mind.

If you happened to “disobey” him, you would get beaten and strangely enough, he had the audacity to muffle your mouth with his hand to keep you from screaming your pain out.

During the time you would be out of your cell, you were forced to work by the fences keeping the walkers off with the other prisoners there. Oddly enough, it was honestly your favorite part of the day, you were away from your nightmare and closer to your fantasy.

Killing walkers, imagining them as each of the Saviors, made so much fun for you to kill. Noticing how good you were at it, David had often wanted to “reward” you with his advances, making you puke at the thought and getting yourself in trouble.

Slowly, despite that you were still drained from all of it and would give up in the end but still, you weren’t ready to die. Your brother had left a widow, you needed to take care of and a future nephew or niece for you to raise alongside with your friends, you couldn’t give up in your life just yet.

~~~~

And luckily, that light of opportunity came to you when, one morning, something was changing. You opened your eyes to darkness, only to finally see the light and some boots as you laid on the ground.

You looked up to see the face you had grown to hate so much and boldly, you decided to spit at the man. This time, it really ticked him off and the next moment you knew, you received a slap to the cheek for it.

“Fucking bitch!”, he said wiping his cheek.

His blow was hard enough to knock you down and as you tried to get up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Let go of me!”, you screamed, trying to fight him off. He laughed and raised his arm up, until someone else appeared.

“Let go of her, David…I don’t remember Negan ever asking you to beat her…”

The man turned to look behind and looking at him as well, you both noticed it to be, Dwight, the guy that had taken your brother captive in the first place.

Looking at him, you wanted to hurt him even more than you did David, for all of it, thinking it was as much his fault as it was yours but David’s grasp kept you from doing anything.

He scoffed at him and told him to mind his business as he turned to look back at you, only to hear a gun being charged from behind his head.

“I said…Negan doesn’t want her to beaten…So let her go…I ain’t gonna repeat myself after this…”

You groaned at the feeling of your scalp being tightened for a moment, before being relieved from the stinging pain.

David, clearly mad, left reluctantly and promised to report to Negan, only for Dwight to shrug and press him on to even hurry and do so.

It worried you to hear his threats but relieved you from his hold. You slumped onto the floor, catching your breath and realized, Dwight was actually just bringing you your breakfast for the day.

He walked closer and crouched down to hand you the plate, asking you to sit up and eat.

Although, you would’ve eagerly jumped at him to strangle him to death, you just didn’t have the strength to sit up and that he noticed.

Not being an inconsiderate man, he approached to help you. With hatred in your eyes, you protested to him, and told him to let go.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, bastard! I can handle myself…”

He backed away slightly, out of fear, but stayed close enough to get you up. He eyed you from head to toe, and realized it was worst than he had imagined.

You were bruised all over, apart from your face, most likely because David liked it or something, he thought.

~~~~

He felt bad to see you that way and knowing that your brother had been killed that night, made him feel even worst. Guilt had washed him over since your arrival and hearing your screams down the hall at night and the ruckus from your rooms only accentuated that feeling.

He had come to realize his own personal mistakes he had done to your group and had reflected on Negan’s action for a while.

From the instant he had laid his eyes on you, he admitted to having a certain attraction to you. Whether it was your sweet tone he had heard, while spying on all of you, your fighting spirit or just your humor, it was comforting to see you.

~~~~

But in this state, he stared at you for a while in deep thought on how he should approach you.

Not knowing better, he shoved the plate in hand forward, making you notice that it was a rather drab meal and obviously meant for a captive like you. You wanted to throw it at him but before you could, he put his hand up.

“Wait…”

He spoke in a hush tone and looked around to check his surrounding. You listened to him and as he looked back at you, he took out a rather fresh looking sandwich instead.

“Don’t ever eat that, again…It’s dog food…and you’re not a dog…You don’t deserve that…”

You looked at him wearily, not entirely sure if you should put your trust in him already.

Carefully, you thought about it but your stomach grumble made you take it quickly and strangely made him smile.

You looked rather frail to him but the thought of what you had done the other night, came back to him and he couldn’t help but be impress by your fighting spirit as well.

He kept staring, making you self conscious and worried.

“The hell you looking at?!”, you said, with a glare and spitting out a little mouthful towards his way.

It startled him but he smiled for a moment, only to recollect himself, as he had gotten nervous. He stuttered and looked around to distract you from him.

“Nothing…Just eat…and careful not to spit at me…”

Without thinking, his words made you laugh as you realized what you had done earlier, truly throwing him off guard.

“What?! You never heard someone laugh at you before?!”

You didn’t seem to care anymore at this point and were just genuinely curious as to why he’d be so surprised from your laughter.

He shrugged and shook his head nervously, making you look at him strangely.

“Well yeah but…I don’t know…Not from someone who was just beaten a few minutes ago…”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Please…It’s not the first time he’s done that…At some point I have to forget the pain and laugh too…”

He nodded along with you and let you eat for a moment, thinking about how he should tell Negan to let you in his charge instead.

He didn’t understand as to why, he hadn’t been so from the start but never really questioned it, letting it go.

~~~~

As he looked at you, he realized how dirty you were as well and got up to leave, telling you about how he was going to get some new clothes for you.

It was strange to you how “kind” this guy was and you couldn’t help but think it was part of Negan’s sick brainwashing methods again.

You backed away in your corner and told him what you thought of it, bluntly.

“Oh, I know what you’re doing…Y-you’re trying to get me to say the words, aren’t you? Acting like this…”

His eyes grew dark and slowly he shook his head.

“What’s the point of doing that…You’re not going to be better…”

He turned away to go get your new clothes, leaving you to think about your words and him.

~~~~

From his tone and expression, you felt like you understood a part of him. Clearly, he wasn’t alright with all of this and something in him, made you think he was on the same page as you, he wanted out of this place.

With that thought in mind, you slowly let yourself be open to him at a certain extent, apologizing for earlier as he came back.

He accepted it with a nod and had to reluctantly walk you to your work. Gripping you by your shirt, he lead you out and whispered to you, “Listen closely…David is most likely going to come up to you after and try to take you…but i’m going to stay nearby…make sure that doesn’t happen…If anything does…You run straight to me…Go it?”

You felt comforted by his words and nodded at him as you stepped outside to the fence.

Without keeping his eyes off of you, Dwight stayed nearby to make sure things would go right.

Just as he predicted, David had cause some commotion to see you and for once, you ran to a man for protection.

Things hadn’t gone smooth at all at first, up until Negan had appeared and the problem had been addressed.

~~~~

You and Dwight had successfully convinced him and your new “caretaker” was in charge of you until you said the words, Negan desperately wants to hear.

Carefully, enough, Dwight had made sure to seem and appear rough and tough with you while outside your cell, wanting to make the others think he was truly brainwashing you.

However, his demeanor would change the instant you were both alone and oddly enough, you didn’t mind him as much as you did. That was until you thought about your friends but you tried to keep that out of the way, since he would bring you clean and fresh clothes everyday, as well as your breakfast, only to change for a fresh sandwich he had hidden in his jacket, as others left him alone with you.

Each passing day, became tolerable to you and for him, you were the only thing keeping him from loosing his mind over everything he had witnessed.

To your surprised and his, he had managed to open you up to him and had done the same to make you trust him even more, not to mention he protected you from people trying to harm you.

He even protected you from the worst, making you fall for him, the reminder of your brother’s death.

~~~~~

Upon walking the halls, to give you your supper, he heard a rather unfamiliar yet familiar sound coming your way.

You were crying, sobbing, he could tell, he remembered it so much. His heart race in worried as to what might’ve happened and made him take faster step to understand what was happening.

He felt like the hall had grown longer and darker as he tried to desperately reach you in time to alleviate your pain. He dropped whatever he had in hand and finally stood by your door, opening it wide.

“Y/N?! Who the hell was hurting you?!” He didn’t knew what took him but that was the first thing he had in mind to hear you cry this much.

All curled up in your corner, you shook your head and he couldn’t resist to approach you. Without hesitating, he wrapped his arms around you, making you do the same to him.

It was the first time you both had ever been so close and comfortable, that he couldn’t help but stroke your hair, in hopes to help you even more.

You shook your head and tried to calm yourself but nothing came out apart the sound of your ragged breathing.

It was an inexplicable feeling to see what you had witnessed and been under that no words came out.

It worried him even more, making him check around you to see if you had any bruises. None, it relieved him to know that you hadn’t been hurt that way.

He looked around again and that’s when he knew what made you cry this much. It was cruel, maybe even more than a beating.

It was the polaroid of your brother’s dead body. Worst of it all, it had the words “Your fault” on it, clearly reminding you of that unfaithful night.

It angered him to see it and even more to know how much it pained you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this kind of emotional torture, the idea of being unable to protect you from any of it and the idea of you not being fine.

Quickly, he cupped your face, making you look only at him and shook his head and looking into your eyes, he said, “No…No…No, Y/N it wasn’t your fault…It wasn’t, alright…Tell me…Tell me the sick freak that made you look at this!”

Tears kept rolling down your cheeks and breathing heavily, you took a few seconds before being able to answer properly.

“I-It…It…Was Negan! He…He came over with the others…Th-threw the picture, saying how i should redeem myself for what I had done…”

You felt like a child, saying his name so loud and crying that way. Still you hugged him again to feel better and just let it all out.

You hated yourself for all of it and you couldn’t think of anything else. Hearing you say it so loudly, truly boiled Dwight’s blood and he had enough of it.

At this point, it was clear to him. You were the choice he was going to choose.

Lifting your chin up, he whispered to you, “Y/N…Listen to me…We’re getting out of here…”

You couldn’t believe your ears, and had let it out, “R-really?”.

He nodded and wiping your tears, he inched closer. “I’ll get you home…To your family…and hopefully…They’ll agree with me…”

You didn’t understand his meaning, until he pressed on.

“That Negan needs to die…”

Thoughts about how he had lost his wife and everyone dear to him, came to your mind and truly you understood he felt just as you.

As you nodded at him, he hugged you again and kissed your hair, whispering to you about how he loves you.

Your heart skipped a beat to hear him, and as you raised your gaze to look at him, you were surprised to feel his lips and scar on yours.

He backed away quickly, just as out of breath as you and whispered to you about his plan to leave this dreaded place forever and how you’ll get ready for the upcoming war.

I wanted to write a jealous Pynch fic and then I saw someone talking about how they wanted to read a 5+1 jealous Pynch and I kind of stole that idea, so here you go. It’s all set after TRK, except for the first one (no Kavinsy, though, if you’re worried about that).
This is almost 10k words, which makes this the longest fic I’ve ever written, so enjoy I guess.
Mentions of past abuse and internalized homophobia, but it’s nothing big


Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish are both incredibly complicated beings, not easy to figure out or predict or understand. Really understand. Gansey tried to make sense of who they are as a person, maybe without realizing it. Because he can’t resist a challenge, a puzzle of sorts. It’s the reason he’s so passionate about Glendower. Probably why he surrounds himself with difficult friends, even though he will never truly get them.

Adam and Ronan, though. They’re different together. They do understand each other, because they want to, because they’re more themselves when it’s just the two of them, because you don’t have to hide certain parts of yourself when you know you’ll be accepted anyway.

They don’t take each other’s shit. When Ronan is being an even bigger asshole than he usually is, Adam will call him out on it. When Adam is being unreasonable, Ronan will not hesitate to tell him. And they work.

Anger is something they both struggle with, something that they don’t particularly like about themselves, but which simultaneously means it’s something they share, so they don’t tiptoe around each other, they don’t pretend to be fine, to hide that anger.

They’ve understood each other long before they even realized it.

And they work together.

Anger isn’t the only thing they have in common, though. Jealousy is a feeling that’s so incredibly woven inside them, that it’s now simply a part of them.

Adam Parrish has spent his life dreaming of things he can’t have, carrying water in cupped hands to the shore and ending up with not much at all, but slowly and surely seeing his hole in the sand fill, while surrounding himself with people who have those things without ever having had to work for it. It’s a particular brand of torture, but it’s worth it if it means he’ll be able to call himself one of them some day.

And Ronan Lynch, who’s experienced too many losses a person his age should ever have to go through – his father; his mother’s soul that only existed when his dad was there to breathe the life into it and then it wasn’t just her soul, it was her body too and now he’s officially an orphan at the                    tender age of eighteen and really, he’s just a child, or he feels like one anyway; his glitter loving friend, partner in crime, confident though he never actually told him anything, the creepy fucker who was but a faded image of a person Ronan does not know at all, so did he really? Lose him? Maybe that’s what hurts the most in the end; his best friend and brother whose death were possibly the most antagonizing moments of his existence. No wonder he’s a little territorial. It’s what each of his heartbeats are saying don’t lose anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to take it.

So, really, the jealous feelings that arise when they officially become a thing (and even before that), shouldn’t come as a surprise.

 

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Relatable struggle

         A/N: This is a keith x reader oneshot for @looking-for-todd! By the way, I’m so glad you enjoyed ‘cake by the ocean’ and everyone else too, it’s doing so well at 70 notes! Thank you all for supporting my new blog!

Keith x reader

Originally posted by kaeveeoh


Being a part of the Blade of Marmora was so familiar to you that you forgot what life on Earth was like…you forgot the sky, the earth itself beneath your feet…the oceans. Eventually, you even forgot what human food tasted like, you were basically becoming an alien to your own home world. It was saddening. You never knew your parents; your father you never knew but your mother had died shortly after giving birth to you. Meaning you were all alone at an orphanage, up until the day you got abducted by aliens. It was sudden, you were outside playing in the fields when a ship just appeared out of nowhere, a masked figure told you to come with them. And you have never looked back or regretted your decision.

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Skinny Love - Chapter 1; KBTBB

Saiya’s POV

His every grunt was achingly breathless, pants short and breath intoxicatingly warm as the steel framed headboard continuously hit the bedroom wall at a ridiculous pace. My eyes fluttered lightly shut in a moment of uttermost sweet satisfaction; back arching high off the bed, my naked chest pressing hard against his as his thrusts became more powerful, less manageable, forcing my body further and further into the soft mattress and my limbs to become entwined poetically between familiar, silken sheets.

An exhausted last gasp escapes past my arid, dry lips and with a kitten like hiss my head falls back to hit the high pile of pillows behind it. An electric pulse of contentment, of honesty, of wholeness paints artistically over my body as it’s shining stars I begin to see. His fingers are quick to brush hair out and away from my eyes; tenderly tucking loose strands as neatly as he can behind my ears and promptly, before I even had a chance to figure out something to think or even speak, outline my lips and sweep tenderly across my warm, rosy blushing cheeks.

“You are so fucking beautiful”, he murmurs into the crook of my neck like a school boy getting lucky after a second or third date; his teeth nipping at the salty, sensitive skin and his tone of voice is somewhat deterrent; the first thing that comes to my mind is the thought of capriciousness and irresponsibility that like a bad reputation, comes undeniably with him.

“You haven’t told them have you?”

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 1

Pairing: Chris x OC

Requested by anon. I turned this into an OC thing because I’m trying to distance myself from the reader inserts. But you can just overlook the first name and simply imagine it’s you. I will probably physically describe OC at some point, since you requested she’s William’s sister, I figured they’d look alike.

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: From now on I won’t be able to spend my entire days writing like I did with Play Me, so to make sure you won’t have to wait too long between each chapter I decided to write short chapters (yes, Yours Truly has finally decided to become a reasonable person) Enjoy this little foretaste!

MASTERLIST

>>> Part 2

Other Chris x OC fic: Play Me

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

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Fragility and Fractures

A/N: This one takes place on Jughead’s birthday. I wrote it before episode nine aired, so forgive me for continuity errors with Ethel! Enjoy :)


Jughead Jones was at a party.

Strange sentence, yes. But when said party happens to be your very own, you tend to be there.

When Betty decided to throw this party, at Archie’s house, Jughead was adamant at first- parties, while baby showers may be, were not his scene. “It’ll be fun,” She said, wide cerulean blue eyes pleading at him, and so he agreed.

But right here, right now, all Jughead wanted to do was curl up with his laptop, or even better, Betty. That clearly wasn’t going to happen, so Jughead had excused himself from the sweaty crowd in Fred’s living room, gone to the kitchen and grabbed a solo cup of coke. Sitting on the  a kitchen  a counter, he hoped it wasn’t laced with anything.

Nonetheless, he sipped it periodically as he glanced at his phone, listening to whatever overplayed pop song that his peers currently danced to.

He checked his texts. One from his dad.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Well, no, he wasn’t, not after he realised that the Serpents dealt with drugs.

And well, he was at his very own birthday party. He typed out a quick reply.

Not today, dad.

He shoved his phone inside his pocket, catching his foot tapping the counter with the pop song’s rhythm. He immediately stopped.

“Hey,” Came a voice from behind him. Jughead jumped, despite the noise.

“Hey.” He said, realizing it was only Ethel.

“So,” She began, going around the counter in front of him, “Happy Birthday. Seventeen!”

He smiled. “Yeah, I’m finally a dancing queen.”

The reference flew over her head.  

“Nevermind. What brings you to Archie’s humble abode?”

“I heard it was your party, which I really couldn’t believe, because Jughead Jones is throwing a party? I knew I had to come here for sure.”

Jughead chuckled and looked at her. “Actually, Betty’s throwing it for me. I’m not really a party person.”

Ethel deflated slightly. “So, you and Betty a thing now?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” Jughead blushed. He was so utterly grateful that he was with Betty. Right now, he was the luckiest guy on earth.

Ethel smiled, in a way that seemed half-hearted. “Cute top she’s wearing.”

Ah, the crown one. Jughead’s very own reference. When he had first seen it, all he could do was laugh. Betty had actively searched for one online.

“She's​…” A ray of sun in his usually-dark life, the paragon of beauty, the best person he’s ever had the pleasure to meet, let alone spend time with- “cute, too.”

Ethel awkwardly nodded, and pursed her lips, still caught in a half-smile.

Thirty seconds passed with an awkward silence. Jughead decided to break it, and stood up.

“I should probably-”

“Archie still has feelings for Betty.”

Her interruption took him by complete surprise.

“What?” He asked. “He still… Does?”

Ethel nodded with sympathy. “I heard Veronica tell Kevin in PE yesterday.”

“You were eavesdropping?”

“No, I just happened to pass by.”

Jughead sighed. “Why are you telling me this, Ethel?”

Ethel’s eyes widened. “I just wanted you to be prepared, you know. And if you need someone to turn to, in case stuff happens…”

It was Jughead’s turn to purse his lips. “Listen, Ethel, I know Archie well, and he wouldn’t do this. I’m dating Betty, too… and I trust her.”

“Fine, Jughead. “ Ethel said, eyes suddenly misty. “I wanted to help.”

“There’s nothing to help with, Ethel. Thanks, though.” Jughead said, annoyed, and left the kitchen.


Half an hour later, after dancing (in his case, shuffling his feet) with Betty, on her request, they both went out to the porch, and sat on the swing.

She leaned in for a kiss. “Happy Birthday, Juggie.”

“Happy, all thanks to you.” He smiled against her lips.

She pulled away. “Oh! I almost forgot. Your birthday gift.” She bent down and pulled out a package- wrapped in blue and gold, haha, from underneath the swing.

He perked an eyebrow. “You hid it under here?”

“What can I say? Betty Cooper is always prepared.”

He laughed. “And may I ask what it is?”

“No.”

“Well, can I open it?”

“Duh.”

His fingers neatly unwrapped the pretty paper- unlike Archie and his sister, who both tore at wrapping like savages. With careful movements, he separated tape and dresses- “Will you hurry up already, Juggie?”

He glanced at her, smirking. “Didn’t think you were that type of unwrapper.”

“I’m not, but just do it already.”

He gave in, being a little more rash with his movements, and put paper aside to reveal-

“A Kindle?”

“You love reading, Jug, and I know you find it difficult finding some books you really want to read, so…Here!”

Jughead’s fingers traced its smooth surface. “Betty, this must have cost you a fortune.”

He said, looking up at her. “I mean, you didn’t have to-”

“Shut up, Jughead. I did. And don’t worry about the cost-that internship over the summer helped.” She held his hand. “Do you like it?”

Jughead hugged her. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received.”

She grinned. “That’s not all.” And pulled out an A3 sized envelope.

“Open that.” She whispered.

His fingers prised the orange packet open, and pulled out a drawing. It was Jellybean and him, sitting in his treehouse, and he knew only one person who was so talented, especially for a ten year old- Jellybean.

‘Happy Birthday’, said a small message on the bottom right corner, right next to her signature.

“It’s from Jellybean.”

Betty smiled, eyes gleaming. “Yes.”

He pulled Betty into another hug. “How did-”

“I asked her.”

“How?”

“Don’t ask so many questions, Jug.”

“Okay,” He said, softly. “Thank you.”

He leaned into their embrace even further.

They both startled when the flash of a camera disturbed them.

“Sorry, Lovebirds. We need pictures of this legendary party.” Veronica grinned.

The couple in question groaned in faux annoyance, but smiled anyway.


It was 10 pm, and the party was still going strong. The gang, which included Jughead, Betty, Archie, Veronica and Kevin, was sitting on the grass lawn behind the Andrew house- speaking of which, Fred Andrews was going to be pissed- in a circle.

Archie was super drunk, after Reggie had coerced him into multiple shots, and even though the sixteen year old was quite muscular, he still couldn’t hold his alcohol. He was just drunkenly giggling, each word slurring, and the buzzed Veronica just rolled her eyes at his shenanigans. Jughead and Betty were amused. Kevin was indifferent.

Although, Archie seemed to be a bit stony I’m attitude towards Jughead.

Truth or Dare was currently going on, and it was the birthday boy’s turn.

Jughead playing Truth or Dare. Another weird concept. This one night was the teenest of a teen he’d ever been.

“Jughead, pick one.” Veronica said. “Truth, or Dare.”

“As the name of the game suggests,” He said. He wasn’t going to spill out his life story to anyone right now, so the latter it was. “Dare.”

“Kiss anyone in this circle.” Veronica told him.

“Oh, come on.” Kevin protested. “Give ‘im something harder!”

“Nope, that’s it.” Veronica shook her head, lips curling up.

“Really? Anyone? That’s your dare?” Jughead raised an eyebrow.

“Mhmm.”

“Then I’m not going to complain,” he said, turning to Betty, asking for permission with a questioning nod, and once he received a blushing nod back, their lips connected.

Another flash.

“Will you cut it out?” Jughead said. “At least try to be discreet.”

“Never,” Veronica said, putting her phone away. “This is going on Instagram. Hashtag Bughead.”

“Bughead?” Betty asked incredulously. “Bug- head. Really?”

“It’s endearing, and unique, and ‘Jetty’ doesn’t roll right off the tongue.” Kevin said. “So Bughead it is.”

Jughead pretended not to notice the glares Archie was throwing his way, and had been since they’d sat down.

They were about to move on, but Archie interjected. “Jughead, can I speak to you?” He mumbled.

Betty and Jug looked at each other.

“…Sure, Arch.” Jughead said. “Come get a drink with me.”

The two boys stood up, Archie slightly unsteady, and with a furtive glance behind him, at his girlfriend, Jughead entered the kitchen, redhead in tow.

Jughead took a red solo cup and lifted a bottle of coke, pouring its black contents into it. “Want some?” Jughead said.

“Jughead, did you ask Betty out just to get revenge on me?”

Jughead stopped, almost spilling the fizzy drink onto the white counter. He thought his ears stopped working. “Um, what?”

“I said, did you ask Betty out to get revenge on me? For the July 4th thing?”

“Two things, Arch. One, definitely not, and two, you’re too drunk to have his conversation.” Jughead said, looking over his shoulder with disbelief.

“Are you sure, Jug? Is it because I said no to her?”

Jughead’s hands clenched into fists. “Archie, we will not have this conversation, not right now.”

“Jug, tell me, or I’ll ask her.”

“Okay, don’t, just wait till tomorrow.”

Archie ignored him and started for the door.

“Okay, Arch, stop. No, not everything revolves around you. I genuinely have feelings for Betty and I’m almost sure she returns them.” Jughead moved in front of him. “I thought we were friends. I called you my brother.” Archie slumped.

“And you are! But what, exactly, is your problem with Betty and I?”

Archie looked at him with helplessness. “I may…”

“May what?”

“Have feelings for her.” Archie finished.

Was Archie kidding Jughead right now? The redhead was dating Valerie, and Jughead was pretty sure he liked Veronica too. Hell, he’d kissed Cheryl as well. And he’d already broken Betty’s heart.

“Archie? Are you kidding me?”

“No. I genuinely want to be with her. I made a mistake that night, the worst  a mistake of my life, probably.” Archie said, leaning against the wall, hands in pockets.

Jughead took a deep breath to calm himself. He was angry, angry beyond belief, but he needed to keep his cool. Archie was drunk.

“Archie…”

“Jughead, you need to do me a favour.”

Jughead looked at him, deadpanned face. “And this favour is?”

“Break up with-”

“You think Betty’s a favour?”

“Jughead.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t break up with her because you told me too. I won’t break up with her at all, unless she ends it. Archie, no.”

“Jughead, I took you in-”

“I’ll move out, then!”

“Jughead, no-”

Jughead’s palms were clammy, his skin was crawling with ants, he was angry, furious, and he was getting suffocated in this kitchen. He needed to leave, get out, get some fresh air, anything.

“Archie, I love Betty, and you need to check yourself.” Jughead said, smooth and calm. “You’ve already broken her heart, and now you’ll probably break Valerie’s. I don’t know what to say or do that’ll help you.”

Archie’s face betrayed his emotions- both boys were irate.

“Jughead-”

“Boys?” Veronica said from the threshold, Betty and Kevin in tow. Archie and Jughead’s spat had apparently attracted attention. “What’s going on?”

Archie’s eyes fell upon Betty, and with unsteady legs, he moved towards her. “Betty, I have something to say…”

Jughead couldn’t possibly listen the the rest of it. He needed some air, he needed to leave the room, he needed all of this to stop. The universe wasn’t under his control, although, but he could… Leave.

With not word, he pushed himself off the counter, gave Archie the most hateful look he could muster up, and moved to the door.

“Jug, where are you-”

He looked up at Betty’s concerned eyes, and could only bring himself to shake his head. He needed to get out. Now. Fast. Before he imploded.

Breaking his gaze with Betty’s, he moved past her with a jerky movement and left the room, the house, Archie’s porch, and finally out on the road.

He swiveled about in two directions- where would he go? His dad’s? But any thought of going back into that stuffy trailer held no appeal. Open air was his goal.

Above Pop’s diner it would be.

Surprisingly, and thankfully, no one followed him, not even Betty. His heart twitched at that. But, with fast strides, almost running, he walked the short walk to the neon-lit building.

His mind was a jumbled mess of hurt sayings towards Archie, fearful mutterings that Betty would choose Archie, and guilt, though he couldn’t place why. In was October, not very hot, especially in Canada, but Jughead’s beanie and jacket were suffocating him.

His strides faster, relief when he finally caught sight of the neon banner- and instead of entering the front door, he went round that back, located the ladder that always seemed to be there, climbed its rusty rungs, and finally settled near the lit-up diner’s sign..He was hidden from view, but he could see people approaching. Only Betty knew of this particular hiding spot, even though it was one he visited only when he was in emotional anguish.

This counted.

He took deep breaths to calm himself down, mind still reeling.

He bit his lip and looked up at the star-studded sky, year’s worth of observing constellations with Archie leading him to identify each one immediately.

Archie.

Betty.

He was stuck in a cliché love triangle, a concept which he openly despised after reading same, boring old versions of it in numerous books. He was a hypocrite, it seemed.

He was livid at Archie. That July Fourth incident was nothing- this was crossing the line. Liquor induced or not, Archie was…

Jughead grit his teeth, removing the crown beanie from his head and setting it beside him; his hand running through his father’s raven locks, which both he and Jellybean had inherited.

It just occurred to him that he was, maybe, being overly dramatic, opting to storm off in a rage rather than stay and let communication take care of things. He was here already, though. He closed his eyes and leant back against some piping.

“Jughead Jones.”

He opened his eyes, evidently taken by surprise. “Betty?”

“Who else?” The girl in question came into view. Her arms were folded.

Jughead said nothing, meeting her gaze.

“Jughead, I heard everything.”

Dismay ploughed through his body. “From the beginning?”

Betty nodded. “Yep.”

“Betty…”

“Jughead, if you underestimate me so much that you think I’d forget our entire relationship and go back to Archie, then you underestimate me.”

Jughead bowed his head. “I was angry. So, so angry, because a part of me is always insecure that you still have feelings for him, and I’m…”

“What? A rebound?”

Silence permeated, which betrayed Jughead’s answer.

“Jughead, I’m sorry, but if you think I’m as shallow as that, then maybe this relationship won’t work out.”

“Betty, no- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Jug, you just walked out like that, right before I realised that he still… Whatever, but it got me thinking that you were willing to just let the whole thing we have go, because of Archie, who’s drunk!” Betty gesticulated wildly.

“I am furious at Archie, Jug, but I’m furious at you, too. Yes, it’s your birthday, but you can’t walk out without talking to me first. I thought we had a mature relationship, but communication is key, Jug!”

Jughead stood up and took her hand. “Betty, I’m sorry. I just needed air, I was furious too. And please don’t end this.”

Betty pulled herself closer. “I won’t, Jug. And it’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

Jughead kissed her, and that was his reply.

He walked her to his original spot, and they sat down together side by side, him playing with her hand and her playing with his beanie-free hair.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Simple. When you’re upset, you go to Pop’s. When you’re annoyed and frustrated, you go to the Drive In. And when you’re angry, or really, really sad, then you come here.”

“Okay, you know me well.”

“Mhmm.”

Their hands intertwined.

“Juggie, I heard you say that you…love me.”

Jughead blushed. “Um, yes, I do, Betts.”

“I love you too, Jug.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, slow and peaceful and reassuring and calming, everything he needed right now.

She loved him, he loved her, and even though they were just seventeen, future uncertain, what mattered was right now and right here.

“Hands down; best birthday gift ever.”


A sharp rapping on the mesh frame of FP Jones’s trailer was what woke Jughead up from his position on the couch. He didn’t want to stay at Archie’s last night, so he’d turned to his dad, whom he’d found passed out in the arm chair. After helping him back to bed, Jughead had curled up in his current position.

With a wince, he sat up. The couch had a broken spring, and his left shoulder was ever so sore.

Another knock. “Coming!” He said, pulling his beanie on and getting up.

On opening the door, he found Archie, evidently hung over, with mussed-up hair and a tired face.

No niceties. Jughead didn’t think he deserved it. “Go away.” And he made to shut the door.

“Jughead, wait, I’m so so sorry.”

Jughead stopped the door, and stared at him, brow furrowed. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Jug, please, I was drunk.”

“That’s not going to excuse anything.”

“I know, Jug, please let me in.”

Jughead complied, though that didn’t mean he forgave Archie.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts and calls.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Jughead said, plonking himself on the couch. “All I want to do is punch you right now.”

“I get it, Jug. What I did is inexcusable, and hurt both your and Betty’s feelings. I guess I took you granted.”

Jughead narrowed his eyes. “Surprisingly accurate.”

“I had a chance with Betty, and I ruined it, and I guess she’s happy with you. Part of me was confused and jealous, and after I downed,like, eight beers yesterday, it all came spilling out. My ego prevented me from understanding why Betty was happy with someone else, and when this someone else was you… I was hurt.”

Jughead, arms crossed, met Archie’s eyes with a steely gaze. The redhead continued.

“And nothing will ever excuse the fact that I asked you to break up with her for me. I don’t know what I was thinking, Jug. I am so, incredibly sorry. I’m not good with words, but I just want you to know that I would do anything to redeem myself. I hate myself because I ruined  a your birthday, too.”

Jughead replied. “What about Betty, Veronica and Valerie?”

“I apologised to Betty just now. After this, Veronica and Valerie.”

“Okay.”

“Jughead, I’m going to say this again, and I won’t ever stop- I’m so sorry.”

Jughead stood up, crossed over to the counter, and leaned on it. “How am I supposed to live with the fact that I know you still like Betty?”

“I’ll get over it, like she got over me.”

Jughead bit his lip. “Archie, I’m never going to forget this, but I forgive you.”

Archie looked visibly relieved, chest heaving. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Jug.”

“Okay, but things aren’t going back to what they were before immediately, Archie. I’m still hurt, Betty’s still hurt, and who knows about Valerie, but it’s great to know​ that at least you’re sorry for your incendiary ways.”

“So much, so much that you won’t believe it.”

They both smiled softly at each other.

The friendship, although cracked, still remained intact.


Jughead yawned as he clocked out of his shift at Pop’s. After the Drive-In had closed, he needed a job, and after Hermione Lodge left, a spot had opened up for him. Their financial situation wasn’t great, so Jughead really needed this.

This wasn’t to say that he was tired though. He looked forward to curling up with a book, or maybe sneaking up to Betty’s room.

He shrugged off his uniform, shrugged on his jacket, switched the lights off, and left the diner with the bell ringing behind him.

He immediately tripped, though, when a flash of light and a huge ‘surprise!’ took him off guard.

“Crap.” He said, cradling the hand he’d landed on. He looked up at all his friends- Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Joaquin.

“Oh gosh, Jug, you okay?” Betty said, bending and helping him up.

“I’m fine,” He winced. “What’s going on?”

“Well,” Betty started, a hopeful smile on her face, hands clasped in his, “After your birthday last week went, well awry…”

“We decided to throw you, or gently hand you an amazing night, the ultimate movie marathon of your choice.”
“Oh guys, this is too much…”

“Nonsense.” Archie said. He was noticeably standing further away from Betty and Veronica. He’d apologised, but things were still slightly awkward.

“Come on, we must make it up to you.” Betty said, squeezing his hand.

Jughead grinned. “Okay. As long as we binge watch Hitchcock.”

Kevin groaned, but his smile said something different.

So, hand in hand with Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones walked away from Pop’s surrounded by his friends. Relationships were still mending and new ones were forming, some people were sorry, some weren’t, and betrayals still ran rampant, but he was happy, at least for now.

EXO Reaction ~ They Think You’re Cheating On Them but The Guy You’ve Been Seen With Is Your Brother.

Request:  Exo reaction Ot12 when they think you are cheating on them because of rumors of you dating with a guy but the guy was your brother :D thanks ILoveUrBlog

A/N: Okay so I’m going to type up the next Aesthetic tonight, hopefully have it posted tonight too ~ ily all 

Suho:

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Suho would go completely from being mad at you, to the horrible rumors then at himself for believing in that kind of nonsense knowing you wouldn’t do such thing. He’d apologize to you and your brother repeatedly for any harm caused by any hateful EXO-Ls and would do anything to make it up to you.

Ah Jagiya, I should have knew he was your brother - You look so alike…”  

D.O:

Originally posted by mybeasvocalbangseveryone

Baekhyun had no idea that you had a brother so when saw you being hugged in the sm lobby by a ‘suspicious male’ he ran and told Kyungsoo that he saw you with another guy straight away not wanting him to find out from the media. When Soo found out his heart dropped and had to find out himself by checking the security cameras. 

To say Baek got a ‘small’ beating after Soo saw it was your brother dropping you off was an understatement. 

How was I supposed to know they were siblings?!

Sehun:

Originally posted by purpleuhan

Sehun almost shit himself when he saw all the rumors and pictures this mystery guy was in with your family on your instagram. He took a pile of screenshots and you only laughed at him for a few hours.

“Oh my gosh it’s not funny, y/n. I was generally annoyed… I haven’t even got into one of your family pics yet.”

Xiumin:

Originally posted by xiundeer

Would be literal shocked when he found out that the guy you were rumored to be rumored to be cheating on him with is your brother, making him feel bad for ranting at you.

In my defense you look nothing alike and you were hugging in that picture…

Luhan:

Originally posted by parkchny

Tries to make up four hundred and ten excuses under the sun on how that he never doubted you for a second but he was actually really intimidated by your death glare.

This was fate trying to test us, I swear ~ but I never trusted those shady rumors in the first place…

Kris:

Originally posted by wugalaxy

Kris would look up from his phone and shrug it off as if it wasn’t a big deal, pulling you onto his lap.

As if you would cheat on me, I’m totally your style.

Chen:

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Once this little shit realized that he got into a complete misunderstanding, he would try to make it up to you with the worst possible aegyo and a bunch of gifts even though you already told him it was all chill.

But jagi I feel bad, have this plushy bear please.. It’ll make me feel a little better

Chanyeol:

Originally posted by luderella

When Chanyeol found out through the rumors, he was running around your shared apartment punching the air saying how no other man was allowed to touch his girl. After you explained the ‘other man’ was your brother he nearly dropped like a fish.

I knew that, I was practicing my throws for when guys actually started to flirt with you.

Lay:

Originally posted by cuaks

Not at all did you expect the reaction you had got from Yixing, who straight up ranted at you with an actual vocal list on how much better “that guy you’re supposedly cheating on him with” he is. What shocked you the most was when he told you that his penis was cute and what shocked HIM was when you told him that that “guy you aren’t cheating on him with” is your big bro.

Well shit fam… My penis is still Kawaii…

Kai:

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

Okay but you walk home and see Jongin dancing in the kitchen to Sexy Back and he’s running his fingers through his hair looking at you like he wants to bring you to the bedroom.

Jongin Please, if this is about those rumors he’s my brother and I will show u fucking baby pictures.”

Baekhyun:

Originally posted by wooyoung

Will bring you to all of your favorite places to make it up to you for accusing you of cheating because of filthy rumors but gets super pissed off when some guy at the hot dog stand in the theme park starts to hit on you; so he knocks him out for six.

Jesus Christ, Baekhyun… I thought we established already that I wasn’t leaving you for anyone.

Tao:

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Would have a silent hissy fit to himself even though he found out the guy was actually your brother, because in the process he found out he was a Gucci model too and owned more collections than him.

Are you sure he won’t lend me his 2015 Summer Collection Leather Jacket?

~ Admin Bry/Kai

I had too much fun making this omfg.

realheartbreak  asked:

why do you have a vendetta against him? he's not too bad. i liked him

You’re totally entitled to your own opinion. However, since you asked, I know Ross to be the worse human being since the creation of time because that phrase applies to people who:

are terrible friends: possibly my most hated Ross moment happens in 4.02 when Phoebe finds a cat that she believes is her mother reincarnated and Ross is a totally asshole about it. Believe what you want, but when your friend is clearly grieving over the loss of her mother, perhaps give being supportive instead of a condescending fuckboy a try. Or after the infamous Ross and Rachel we were on a break thing, he guilt trips the other friends for hanging out with Rachel. Breakups are shitty, but why he would drag their MUTUAL friends into the middle of it always baffled me

are judgmental: literally it never ends. It hasn’t been a Friends episode if Ross doesn’t make a condescending comment to at least someone. I dare you to find one. It can’t be done

make everything about themselves: it doesn’t matter what your issue is. It’s happened to Ross and it’s been worse. He is so egotistical it is almost impressive

are possessive/jealous: Mark, Pablo, any male that looks that any woman. In 2.16 Rachel feels the need to hide her plans to get a tattoo from Ross because he wouldn’t like it. Why Ross feels like he has the right to make any decisions about RACHEL’S body is beyond me. In 3.05 he makes a LAMINATED list of celebrities he would have sex with (they should be so lucky). Plus in 2.08 he writes the world’s grossest pro/con list about Julie and Rachel (HUMAN BEINGS) as if he was deciding what car to buy, not which woman to grace with his presence

are horrific boyfriends: well since you brought up Ross and Rachel, that relationship is the most toxic thing I have ever had the displeasure of seeing. The way Ross treats/yells at Rachel when she is getting ready for his gala in 3.02 gives me heart palpations. In 3.15 Ross is so grossly un-supportive of Rachel’s job at Bloomingdale’s, it’s laughable. She tells him that it “is the first time in [her] life [she’s] doing something [she] actually care[s] about.” His response? He is “tired of having a relationship with [her] answering machine.” Ahh, nothing like making your girlfriend feel guilty for being successful. And then, when Rachel stands up to him (you go gurl!) Ross has the gall to accuse her of cheating on him with Mark. Which, somewhat hypocritically, actually brings me to my next point…

are cheaters: Phoebe’s friend (the bald girl), Julie, and basically Emily all get cheated on by Ross (maybe even Rachel, but they were on a break so I’ll give Ross the benefit of the doubt on that one)

are sexist: in 9.06, Ross gets angry at Rachel when she hires a male nanny. He uses the phrase, “That’s like a woman being a…”. BEING WHAT ROSS. PLEASE FINISH THAT THOUGHT. In 3.04 Ross loses his mind when Ben opts to play with dolls (a girl toy) and basically forces his young son to confirm to gender norms with the G.I. Joe. Also, episode 3.01 The One With The Princess Leia Fantasy exists

are homophobic: Ross literally never once misses the opportunity to remind anyone listening that his ex-wife left him FOR A WOMAN. The fact he doesn’t see himself as having anything to do with why Carol left him speaks to how flawed of a character he is (never mind that she makes it super clear it wasn’t about her sexuality alone). On top of that he constantly belittles the importance of Susan’s and Carol’s relationship. In 1.02 when he, Carol, and Susan, are at the doctor for the sonogram, he literally tells Susan it’s “not her baby,” and that she “can’t be the mother of the child.” In the same episode he plays the “sperm card” implying he’s (or at least he thinks he is) more valuable in this situation.

Honestly, he acts like Carol’s acts lesbianism was something she choose to do to spite him

are shitty parents: he brings up Ben to win an argument or to avoid helping his friends move, like in 6.06. He basically uses his son solely a prop to suit his own needs. Which is actually for the best because when he does see his son, he spends his time explaining the whole we were on a break thing to the poor kid. And oh yeah, he does this to his daughter as well (way to shit talk your daughter’s mother Ross….)

are terrible siblings: Monica essentially grew up being verbally abused by her mother and I think it’s so tragic that her own brother continues this pattern of abuse into her adulthood. Ross constantly tries to undermine Monica successes, and never misses an opportunity to define her by her current or previous weight. Friends is pretty problematic with the ongoing “Monica used to be fat!” jokes anyways (but I mean it was the 90s and nothing is perfect), but Ross is by far the worst of them. He jokes about how she never had a boyfriend because FAT and how she threatened to sit on him (never mind that skinny Monica could still totally whoop Ross’ terrible ass). Any time he feels like he is losing an argument, he immediately brings up her weight. Aside from all of this, he is grossly unsupportive when Monica and Chandler start dating (which is why they try to hide it from him for so long I am sure)

In addition to all of this:

  1. HE SAID THE WRONG NAME AT EMILY’S WEDDING
  2. He doesn’t annul his and Rachel’s wedding AND LIES ABOUT IT
  3. he made a move on his COUSIN, and RATIONALIZED THAT IT WAS FINE BASED ON HER ACTIONS
  4. He didn’t read the letter
  5. WE WERE ON A BREAK (if Ross thought he and Rachel were on a break and he did nothing wrong, why did he hide the girl from the copy place behind the door? Urgh, brb rage spiraling)
  6. He kept track of how many times he and Rachel had sex
  7. He is whiney
  8. He constantly belittles the accomplishments of others
  9. He has anger management issues
  10. He suffers from the Nice Guy Syndrome (NGS); fun fact, Friends coined the term the friendzone, this is no coincidence
  11. The whole turkey sandwich thing
  12. When he got caught getting high in highschool, he throws his oldest friend under the bus
  13. Unagi
  14. He dates a student
  15. He’s never been in a relationship where he hasn’t lied
  16. The “We Hate Rachel Club” and the rumor that he and Will started in high school

This list is by no means comprehensive or exhaustive. I think Ross is an extremely troubled human being. Granted, I do think a lot of his trust and self-esteem issues stem from his failed relationship with Carol. A lot of Ross’ personality deficits come from his own fear of his own crushing inadequacy. However, that doesn’t give him carte blanche to be shitty guy.

anonymous asked:

can you write/ link some percabeth fluff from an outsiders point of view? i loooove those fanfictions:)

i kind of bent this one to fit because this drabble has been sitting in my wip folder for like half a year. anyway, i’ve always been interested in Malcolm’s character so this is his PoV in a few points over the series. hope it suffices

 … .

i.

Malcolm Warner has seen his sister through many things. As she has seen him.

He still remembers arriving at Camp Half-Blood, tired and bleeding and bruised, and being directed around the Camp by the blonde-haired young girl already with a few beads strung around her neck. She had been confident, almost arrogant, but clearly proud of her home as she’d told him all about Camp Half-Blood and the gods and their mother. Malcolm had respected her straight away, and despite her being a year his junior, he had looked up to her as a leader. Annabeth Chase had been brave, strong, smart; everything he had wanted to be.

ii.

He walks into their cabin at the beginning of his second Winter Break at Camp Half Blood to find Annabeth sitting on her bunk staring at the wall. He sits down next to her and asks her if she is okay and she shakes her head mutely. She scrubs at her cheeks where a few tears have fallen and he nudges her shoulder and tells her it’s okay, she can tell him, he can keep a secret.
And for some reason, she tells him.
“I thought I was okay,” she says, “with Luke betraying us. When I was in San Francisco these past few months I hadn’t thought about it so much, but now that I’m back here… He was the one who brought me here, him and Thalia. I thought we were a family but…”
Malcolm takes her hand and squeezes. “We’re your family, Annabeth.” And her smile is so so sad and so grateful that his heart feels like a fist has tightened around it. He feels like an older brother. Like family.

Just a few weeks later Annabeth makes it home after being captured by the titan, Atlas, with new grey streaks burned into her hair and a new weight added to her still young shoulders. He had walked onto the porch of the Big House and gone straight up to her. He puts his arms around her and feels her momentary surprise, feels her slowly relax into his embrace and wrap her arms around him as she tucks her chin over his shoulder. He had feels her cheek against his as she smiles, and he wants to protect her from the worst of things.

iii.

He walks into his cabin one day and finds Annabeth in the embrace of another boy, one who is not her brother, but a son of Poseidon. He feels a strange older-brotherly protective instinct to separate the pair, but more prominently, the satisfying little click in the back of his mind that says finally. The whole camp has been watching these two kids fumble around each other for the past two years, fighting for and against each other. Malcolm clears his throat - so awkward - and bites the inside of his cheek as the two teenagers spring apart like wild salmon, their cheeks blossoming like red petals in the sun. They both stammer something about maps and Malcolm tries not to laugh at their awkwardness. One day, he thinks, they’ll figure it out.

iv.

He stands next to Annabeth on the beach as she tells him how she had escaped the Labyrinth; how she had met Daedalus and been given the greatest possible gift; how Luke had been there and his eyes had burned gold and his mouth had uttered the words of another. How Percy Jackson had told her to run, how she had kissed him and left him. How she could kill that boy for being so damn heroic and so damn stupid; but she hated herself even more for leaving him. Malcolm holds her hand and pretends not to notice her wipe the tear from her cheek.
He comes back, that stupid heroic boy, and Malcolm certainly doesn’t miss the moment Annabeth launches herself at Percy and doesn’t let him go for a long time. He’s not sure whose cheeks are pinker when she finally does.

v.

Malcolm is there when his sister finally kisses that goofball. He’s one of the people who throws them into the lake and waits for them to resurface; he’s also one of the first to give up and realise that they probably have no intention to do so and Percy is more than well enough equipped to keep the two of the down there all night if he wants to. He doesn’t quite keep them there all night, but it’s well past midnight when Annabeth finally sneaks back into the Athena cabin, clothes dripping on the wooden floorboards as she tiptoes to her bed.
“Good night, Annabeth,” he whispers as she passes the end of his bed.
She gasps. “Shut up, Malcolm.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Shut. Up. Malcolm.” He can’t see her face but he’s pretty sure she’s smiling anyway.

vi.

Percy goes missing three days after Malcolm’s eighteenth birthday. Annabeth tears the camp apart looking for him and all Malcolm can do is watch as she storms from cabin to cabin, trudges through every corner of the woods, kneels on the deck of the lake and begs the neriads to help her. It’s a full week later, after three mysterious new demigods have shown up at the camp with tattoos and blessings from Hera, that Malcolm sits down next to her in the busy Pavilion. She has a plate of food in front of her which she plays with idly, poking her potatoes with her fork and not even feigning an interest in eating them. Malcolm nudges her with his elbow and drops a bag of jelly beans on her plate.
“How nutritional,” she comments.
“Well, it’s better than poking your potatoes.”
She sighs and opens the packet, popping a blue one in her mouth and chewing morosely.
Malcolm looks at her. “We’ll find him, Annabeth.”
She stares at the candy in her hand and shakes her head. “What if he’s hurt?” she whispers, and it’s the first time he’s heard her talk about Percy without yelling since he disappeared. She looks at him and he can see the sadness in her eyes, the genuine fear. “What if he needs help?”
He puts his arm around her shoulders and tucks her to his side, like he might be able to shield her from some of this pain. “It’s gonna be okay, Annabeth,” he tells her, because he doesn’t really know what else to say. “We’ll find him.”

She does, find him, that is. And there’s still fear in her eyes, one he thinks she might need some time to recover from. But she holds onto Percy’s hand as they sit around the campfire and Malcolm also sees hope. He hears Percy telling her that of course she has to go with him to see him mom, and he realises she has more than one family now. And that’s okay, it’s amazing actually. He remembers the little girl he met, with a jutted chin and fierce eyes and no family, and looks at his sister now, laughing with her whole face and fire behind her eyes with her hand in the hand of the boy she loves, and he thinks he might just be proud of her. Proud to be her brother.

About why INFPs aren’t always pure and sometimes downright dangerous

I usually don’t post anything about MBTI on this blog, but there’s something I really need to get off my chest about INFP.

I’m INFP myself, and what I hate the most is that we’re mostly portrayed as kind, daydreaming beings, too good for this world, too pure. No. We aren’t.

Our dominant Fi means we’re lead by our own ethical agenda and our corresponding emotions - in a lot of cases, this makes us understanding, peaceful, and mindful of others because we believe that’s the right thing to do. We are perceived as Good Beings™ because society values compassion.

But remember, it’s because we believe in this agenda, and made it our very core.

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