but now that i see myself next to him i see my error

anonymous asked:

What do you think about NISAmerica's localization of Ouma's lines in general, especially in chapter 5?

Both of these questions deal with pretty much the same issue, so I’ll be answering them both together. Also, Ouma’s localization in particular is something I’ve been wanting to discuss ever since I got to about midway through Chapter 4 in particular, so now that I’m finally finished playing the localization in general, I’m glad to have a chance to talk about it specifically. I’ll be saving my thoughts on the rest of the localization for other posts, but for this one in particular, I really do want to talk about what happened to Ouma’s characterization in particular.

First and foremost, I want to say: these are my personal thoughts on the matter. I’m not here to bash on other people’s translation work, moreso with the amount of effort and detail that’s required for translation. Some of the errors that occurred throughout the course of the localization were not, in fact, due to any one translator but were instead the natural result of what happens when you have four translators working on different characters—that is to say, a simple lack of context and communication. Several lines were drastically mistranslated simply because the translators didn’t know what the character immediately beforehand had said, and this caused some confusion in the process.

However, it is a fact that much of Ouma’s characterization, particularly in Chapter 5, suffered as a result of this localization and the translation choices that were taken. In fact, some of the most important, plot-relevant scenes concerning Ouma were translated in a way that I believe makes it much more difficult for people who have only played the localization (and therefore had no access to the original lines) to understand his motivations, his thought process, or his character in general.

This entire post is going to be very, very long, namely because I tried to go in-depth and double-check all the original Japanese text before writing. I’ve bolded some of the points I felt were most pivotal to what the localization messed up. Huge spoilers for the whole game are under the read more, so be careful if you’re trying to stay spoiler-free!

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strangers. | (M)

Don’t talk to strangers. You might fall in love.

Words: 5K

Genre: CEO!Jimin, Dom!Jimin, Smut, Fluff, Hints BDSM.

A/N: Surprise~! Happy Birthday Jiminnie (and happy belated birthday to @jiminniemouse! I hope you like your extremely late birthday present!)  I know this is a day late but this is my first smut ever and I spent a large amount of time cleansing my soul while writing this. I would like to thank @amazon-bookworm all the hours she spent drilling the do’s and dont’s of smut I literally wouldn’t have been able to write this without you!. I would also like to thank @creamsicklesz for editing this and surviving my horrible sentence structure and grammatical errors. Thank you also to @ihearteyesmilesss, @jungee, @we-go-hard-in-the-coffeehouse, @ktaehyngs, and of course the lovely birthday girl @dailydoseofdia for motivating my to write this! Please have mercy on my smut writing abilities this is my first time (/).(\) 

Reminder: all the writing from @chokemejimin is being moved to @the95liner

Okay no more delays, enjoy! 

The first day I saw him, I was running late. As I ran through the train doors just as they were about to close, he was perched comfortable against the opposite closed door. I leaned against the walls of the train compartment, my breathing embarrassingly heavy. His eyes briefly left the book in his hand and flashed towards me, the disruptor of a perfectly silent train during his early morning commute. His gaze lingered on my face for few seconds, making my cheeks heat up, before he turned back to his book.

As I steadied my breathing, I took the chance to gaze at the man. Needless to stay, he was handsome. No, not handsome, beautiful. A dark grey suit hugged his frame paired with a simple black shirt and a silky black tie. His grey hair combed away from his face with just a few strands falling on his forehead. His eyes were downcasted, trailing on his book. 

His tongue darted out habitually licking his lips; he sensually pulled his lower lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, his gaze flashed towards me, the darkness his of irises boring into me. His appearance might be that of an angel, but his gaze was purely sin.

I calmly looked away from him and gazed out the window. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away, I would’ve noticed the beautiful smile his lips had curved into. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed his silent glances. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed that he hadn’t turned a single page in his novel since I had gotten on the train.

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Hero(S.P x Reader)

“Hello 👋 I wanted to request a Sweet pea and Reader imagine based of episode 5 that just aired where nick almost forces himself onto Reader but is saved by Veronica and Cheryl and then Sweet pea finds out and confronts nick.

Warnings : attempted rape, drugs, swearing

Sorry for any misspellings or grammar errors i didn’t revise it.

As always: like, comment, reblog, and leave any comments or concerns -Y. 

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Naughty Girl

Series: Tom Holland Imagine

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Tom cause s/o that’s jealous can be hot asf sometimes

A/N: Going to be having my internet best friend Bri revising my imagines before I post them so less spelling errors c:

Hope you enjoy this imagine after my hiatus from my migraines xx 

When I’m not typing Im on my fan account (Tiemeupspidey) -Help me reach 1k on there pls :,) I make memes and edits 


Word Count: 3k

[Reader’s POV]

     Dragging the doe foot applicator against your lips, the lipstick colors your lips. The deep red spread against your lips making them look sultry. Music played in the room so you’d know your cue. Picking up your mascara, you untwist the tube taking out the wand. Brushing it through the false lashes you were wearing. A couple of strokes to each lash and you were set.

   Sitting down in your chair you look at yourself in the mirror. The lights illuminating the room making your highlight pop. Turning your head to the side, the glitter reflects make you grin. The sound of your phone dinging has you look over. Picking it up you smile at the notification on the phone.

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は and が


  • は (spelled “ha” but pronounced “wa”) goes on nouns that are serving as context/background information for the rest of the sentence. Basically, you’re bringing up the topic of (noun) and then commenting on it. (は is sometimes called the “topic particle” because of this.)
  • が (ga) marks a noun that’s looking for something to do. (Or be.) This noun will be the subject of the next verb/adjective/whatever you see. (が is sometimes called the “subject particle” because of this.)

In English, we don’t really have two specific words with those jobs–we express those concepts in lots of different ways, or just leave them out completely. So when you look at translations of sentences with は and が, sometimes it looks like the は and が either don’t matter or are totally interchangeable, which isn’t true! They have completely different jobs, it’s just that there’s some overlap when you bring up a topic (with は) that happens to be doing a verb or something (and could take が). 

I found that the best way (for me) to get a feel for は and が was to listen to people try to explain it, then look at sentences and imagine how they would be different if you switched a は for a が or vice versa. So here are some examples with really wordy explanations!

Note: I’m relying on my (non-native-speaker) は・が sense for these, so if anyone finds errors, let me know.

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In for a penny

an Everlark drabble for trivia anon. thanks for remembering random ass facts about me <3 hope you enjoy!

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Katniss stifled a sigh at the unsolicited offer, sparing a glance at the man who’d suddenly appeared at her elbow. With a tight smile, she held up her beer. “I’m set. Thanks.”

He smiled at her. “The one after that, I mean.”

The man wasn’t bad-looking, she supposed. Blond hair, big muscular build, perfectly symmetrical face. But there was something smarmy about him. Like the fact that he saw a woman by herself in a bar and probably thought to pry her legs open with cheaply bought alcohol.

Katniss lifted her eyebrows at him and pointedly swished the beer around in her half-full bottle for demonstration. “I don’t think I’m going to be done anytime soon.”

Obnoxiously, his smile only widened. As soon as he slid into the stool beside her, she realized her error. “I can wait,” he said confidently.

Katniss groaned inwardly. Fucking fuck. She just wanted to enjoy an alcoholic beverage at her favorite hole-in-the-wall, Jabberjays, in peace. The urge to tell him to fuck off was strong, but she got the feeling he would only take that as a challenge.

A few paces over the blond beefcake’s shoulder, she saw another man stroll up to the bar. He also had blond hair, but it was an unpretentious styling of curls instead of an overly gelled pompadour, and his face was kind. And much more pleasing to the eye, with his chiseled jaw, blue eyes and a natural curve to his mouth that made him look approachable, not predatory.

She made a snap decision, flashing a fake smile at the beefcake beside her. “That’s awfully nice of you to offer, but my boyfriend prefers to get all my drinks,” she said.

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“Coronation” Part Five

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little fluff?

Word Count: 1039

A/N: I’m back! The taglist for this series is officially closed. My permanent list is still open. I leave for the beach on the 22nd I will try to write while I’m there. I have nothing against England. I really want to travel there, but I had to use it. 

Coronation Masterlist

Originally posted by i-dont-have-gas-im-in-love


“Who are the traitors?” Steve asked.

Rebecca answered first.

“Natalia Romanova and Clint Barton.”

The two lovers gave wide eyes and gasps.

Peggy cursed under her breath and Steve held a hand to her back. They gave each other the same look.

“We will help you with anything if it means getting her out of this country.” Steve answered.  

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No Good Part 2 (Negan x Female)


Summary: She tries to kick the habit, but Negan’s not a drug she can walk away from so easily. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,441

Warnings: Smut, Angst, use of a belt, alcohol, underage drinking, slight dub-con, breath play, swearing, NSFW 

Author’s Note: I honestly didn’t think you guys would love Part 1 so much, but you did, so here’s a Part 2. I had some lovely people recommend some ideas, but I ended up coming up with this crazy sequel. I will probably write a Part 3 and then end this series. I don’t really like this much angst, but I hope I still did a good job with this newest addition. Let me know! I love hearing what you guys think.

Please let me know what you thought! This fic has no beta reader, so I am very sorry for any errors you encounter. You can always message me and tell me where I fucked up. Don’t be shy. I won’t hate you.

Originally posted by negansslowlyburn

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[Bungou Stray Dogs] 55 Minutes Part 3


Disclaimer: [ The translation pace is solely dependent on the lone translator’s availability. Also, this translation was made for myself who is still studying the Japanese language, so the translation might not be up to par to some people’s tastes. Again, I translate pretty liberally.  ]

Notes: Also this is a very short portion, but the next one should take longer to translate - but its a hefty 30 pages. Lol. So, anyway…

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See You Down There

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines

Requested: Can you do that imagine where jason and Y/N having a baby please ?


I gave you direct instructions which you have failed to fall through with. There is no excuse. You have ten seconds to fuck off.” Jason’s voice was stern, terrifyingly calm but underneath was an undying tone of anger for the man and his inability to complete a task.

I knew at that moment he wasn’t bluffing, when was the last time Jason Mccann had ever bluffed? And the trembling man before him obviously knew no better.

Or maybe he did - for he was in this situation after all as a cause of his reckless behaviour. Jason trusted the man with his shipment, directly told him to be here with his guns at seven sharp. Yet here he stood at Nine forty five with no guns and a terrified expression.

Sorry buddy, but you had this coming.

“Please Mr Mccann. You have to understand, I have a family!” 

“So do I.” Jason stated, directing his eyes over to me and my swelling belly. “That’s why when I’m told to do something, I get it done. I will not risk not coming home to them for filthy pleasures.”

“It was one time. I-I didn’t mean to!” The man pleaded.

“Last time I checked you don’t place a bunt in your mouth and smoke it on accident.” Jason spat. “That shipment was really important! My client was expecting me to deliver it hours ago but because of your ignorance, I lost an ally tonight.”

“Please Jason-” The man pleaded to which jason lifted a lip and snarled in anger as well as in warning. The man’s eyes widened, making quick to correct his error. “I mean, Mr Mccann. Don’t kill me. Don’t you have a heart!?”

Ooh. Wrong move buddy.

Suddenly, Jason’s lips twisted into an evil grin - one of menacing amusement that was somehow blank but full of meaning all at once. “A heart?” Jason questioned. “I used too.” He chuckled. “But you see, there’s a problem now. My heart was stolen by a beautiful woman who is now carrying my child. It lays in her hands.”

That’s when Jason directed his eyes over to me, a look of love but that stern professional glare shining straight through, informing me that no matter how much he loved me, he meant business. “So tell me baby girl. What do you think I should do?”

A sudden wave of pain rush through me. It was dull but still much noticeable - something I had found was a very common thing in pregnancy. Decided to ignore the flood of discomfort for this really wasn’t a good time to complain about my pregnancy, I glanced around the room finding every pair of eyes burning sternly through my head.

Jason was the first I saw, a look of patient love but professional demeanor. Then the gang members guarding the room caught my eyes next. They all looked on with stern eyes, ready to pounce at the request of my decision, but the man sat with pleading eyes, begging to be spared.

This wasn’t a decision I was appealed to make everyday, so my mind at this point was rushing with thoughts of indecisiveness and fear.

This man had a family to go home to as well as his own gang to run, but over all he did us wrong and disrespected not only our request, but Jason himself. And no one disrespects my husband and gets away with it. I know Jason was giving me the choice to make for myself but deep down, I knew he hoped I’d declare this mans death.

And who was I to upset my husband?

“Kill him.” I spat.

The man’s eyes widened in shock, head whipping from side to side in fear as two guards began approaching each side of his body. “No! No please! Please! Don’t do this!!”

The two members of Bizzle gang roughly gripped ahold of the mans shoulder’s, ripping him up rather aggressively. The man’s cries and screams echoed through the entirety of Jason’s office, who must I say had a large and satisfied grin on his face.

Slowly, Khalil and Za dragged the man away kicking and screaming, yelling profanities of all sorts over his breath. But One sentence in particular managed to catch me off guard, his words burning through me and panging me with worry. A pang that was physically felt as a second wave of pain endured me.

“I hope your and wife and child rot in hell!” and at that moment, I watched as Jason’s face visibly twisted from one of satisfaction to a firing rage.

It was no less than point 2 seconds before Jason had flung his body out of his chair, face red and burning with anger. “Bring him back here!”

And not wanting to anger the boss, Za and Khalil dragged the boy back, holding him down on the chair forcefully. Jason leaned forward, his face mere inches from the man. His once honey eyes presented black and I was honestly scared for the man myself.

Jason snarled, teeth visible as he spat his words. So harsh that they sent shivers down my spine. “You will regret ever meeting me, let alone wishing death upon my family. I may be a murderer but I am a child of god. And so god help me, if they’re going to hell then I’m going with them. Just not going anytime soon.”

Then he smiled, one to send even the strongest of men running. A psychotic, treacherous smile. “See you down there.”

And with a swift movement he had drawn his gun, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger all before I could blink. The sound rung throughout the room and I flinched ever so slightly at the echo of the shell clattering to the ground.

The sight before me had bile rising up my throat, pooling in my mouth. The sight usually wouldn’t phase me but this pregnancy was making it hard to keep anything down. Blood splattered the room and the mans body lay lifeless on the seat, a hole of nothing in the center of his forehead with blood oozing down it.

It was all too much and I was found doubling over besides me. My breakfast was fast to exit my body, relieving the nausea’s feeling pooling in my stomach.Though Jason was quick to run over to me, a hand on my back as I began to stand straight again.

“You okay baby girl?” He questioned with a sincere tone. He was used to my constant nausea episodes and found it quite normal that I had thrown up.

But yet again, another wave of pain fell over my body, a burning cramp riding up from my stomach, extending as far as my torso reached. This one was a lot stronger than the last, and I was found once again doubling over, but this time in pain.

A groan of misery was emitted from my throat, a hand reaching up to clutch my stomach. Everyone in the room stiffened, eyeing me with worry as I stood back to lean on Jason’s shoulder.

“It hurts!” I yelled. “Jason it hurts!”

He was quick to grab a hold of my body. He lifted both my arms, wrapping each around his neck with both arms around my waist to stabilize me. His eyes held worry with a glint of fear - something you never saw Jason feeling. “What is it baby?” He frantically asked. “What’s hurting?”

It took everything in me to muster up the words “M-My stomach! It hurts!” I Groaned. “I think I’m having c-contractions.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he glanced down at my stomach. He had read the pregnency books I asked him to read after a litle begging but none the less still asked, “What does that mean?!”

That’s when It hit me, and I began announcing the words we had been waiting to hear ever since the day I  found out I was pregnant. “I think I’m going into labour!”

Just like Jason’s, everyone’s eyes largened, and I almost wanted to slap them for just staring at me while I groaned in pain.

“Well don’t just stand there, do something!”

And then everyone was off. Jason began instructing the gang to start up the car and grab my hospital bag from upstairs, a few rushing around to follow Jason’s orders while others proceeded to cancel all jason’s meetings for the rest of the day.

But Jason instead stood by me, his forehead leant against mine with his eyes closed.

“I’m scared.” I announced.

Jason licked his lips, lifting a hand to caress my face. “It’s okay baby girl. Just breath.”

“But I’m not ready.” Tears brimmed my eyes and I felt like I was about to colapse right then and there.

Jason shook his head. “Shh.” He cooed. “You’re ready. More than ready. You’re going to do great. Just think about it, in a couple of hours were going to be right back here, but this time with a beautiful baby girl.”

I chuckled. “Boy.”

“Baby, It’s a girl.”

“I think It’s a boy.”

Justin shook his head, a smile present on his face. “It’s going to be a girl. I can feel it.”

There was a few more seconds of smiles before I once again groaned in pain, lighting everyone back to the situation at hand. Jason opened his eyes, looking down at the bump then back to me with excitement. I just wanted to kiss him, hold my baby in my hands and never let go.

“Y/N.” Jason whispered.

“Yeah.” I hummed.

“Let’s go have a baby.”

Sparks Chapter 1

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Gemma doesn't like you part 2

A/N: hi my loves! As requested, here is part 2 to ‘Gemma doesn’t like you’ . Thank you all so much for enjoying part 1 and for your feedback. I hope this is up to your standards and is okay. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. Please feel free to send in your feedback, love hearing from you all. Happy reading!

Part 1:http://ashisbaeee.tumblr.com/post/163704581446/gemma-doesnt-like-you

He immediately noticed you left the party without saying a word to him about your whereabouts. Even in his drunken state he noticed you were gone. At first he thought you had just gone to the bathroom, but after a while, he knew something was wrong. So of course, Harry being Harry, he stumbled away from the group with phone in hand, making it his mission to find where you went. To his disappointment he didn’t catch you in the bathroom. Maybe you went back to the group he thought. Upon arriving at the private section where the rest of the bunch were, he saw you weren’t there as well. Where the hell did you go? he thought to himself. He briefly stepped out and tried to call and text you to no avail. With a sigh, he reluctantly went back inside. Concern rang through his mind, just as he was about to get up and leave, a person went on the loudspeaker. With the final call for drinks before closing time, he brushed it off and resumed to chugging some more shots back, ending his birthday bash with a bang. Oh was he going to regret that the next day. That was going to be some hangover. He had asked Gemma about you and if she had seen you leave but of course she denied it. Out of sight out of mind right? She was glad that you were gone with such ease, although a part of her wished you put up a fight for the dramatics.

••••2 weeks later••••

14 days, 336 hours, that’s how long it’s been since you last saw/spoke to Harry.
He was hysterical. He didn’t know where you were, if you were safe, nothing. Like you had disappeared into thin air.

After you had left the club, you told your cab driver to drop you off at the nearest hotel by the airport. Once you got to your room, you jumped on your laptop in search of the earliest flight back home. The earliest one was at 1am the next day, so of course you booked it. You safely landed home, (without being seen) and quickly phoned your parents about where you currently were and to not worry about you. You stayed at a local motel that was about a 45 minute drive from your family home.

Throughout the 2 weeks, you were bombarded with a million and one texts, missed calls, voicemails and even emails. All coming from the one who you cared for the most. You thought that as days went on, he would get the hint and the calls and texts would decrease but to your dismay, it was the total opposite. The more you ignored him, the more he tried to reach out to you.

time skip

It has been about a couple of months now and that was when the calls and texts started to dwindle, at first calls, texts came in by the hour everyday but changed to every other day then to once a week then once a month to now almost non existent. Just because you never answered him didn’t mean you didn’t see it. You read every text, listened to every voicemail, read and reread every email. A part of you longed for him, to let him know the truth but you knew it was going to make the situation worse than it currently is.

You haven’t spoken to anyone since this all happened. Although you never once replied to Harry, you checked up on him regularly through social media and the news. Once word got out that you weren’t together, Harry went on a downward spiral. He missed important meetings, and cancelled interviews. He refused to leave his apartment only to be bombarded with questions about the relationship. To say he was a mess would be an understatement.

Two months later, you find yourself still being a complete and utter mess. One night, just as you were going to bed you heard a ‘ding’ meaning you received a text. You rolled your eyes as to who would be up in this ungodly hour at 4am.

unknown number: hi Y/N, I don’t really know what time it is your end but I apologize if it is at some ungodly hour. It’s me Gemma, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me because of Harry’s birthday, but please, talk to him. Let him know that you’re okay if you are and if you aren’t let him know. He’s been driving himself off the wall, he’s missed so many interviews and isn’t himself, he’s so worried about you. I actually want to talk about the night of his party. When you left, I was stoked. I had my brother all to myself after months of not seeing him. We could catch up and I didn’t have to worry about our time being cut short whenever someone came to greet him or if you were by his side the whole night. Anyways, to make a long story short, he eventually found out that I was the one who told you to leave. He was furious. It accidentally slipped the next day when we were home. He kicked me out of his house and told me to never speak to him again. We haven’t talked for a solid 2 months now. I truly hope you’re okay.

You read and reread the text again. Why is she texting you? And how did she even get your phone number? She made it clear as day that she absolutely despised you and here she was texting you hoping you were okay and whatnot. Like no! You are not okay! You decided that the next time Harry texted/called you, you were going to pick up to tell him you were in a safe place and that you were okay and how he needed to talk to his family.

Just then you received another text. unknown number: sorry Y/N, I was wondering if you’d like of course if we could meet up so I can properly apologize and tell you everything’s that happened. I completely understand if don’t want to. But I’d like to do this for Harry’s sake.

of course she’d use the Harry card

and to no surprise you didn’t sleep that night. I mean who could after receiving a text from their ex’s sister?! After she was the one who ruined the relationship?!!

Reluctantly, after weeks of pondering her offer over and over, you agreed to talk. Now you were back home and she was in London. This was to happen face to face and not on a phone/ Skype call. So after getting the details, she was going to fly to you and you were to meet up at a hole in the wall cafe. You scheduled to meet at 2.

You arrived there early and found a quiet little area for you both. As you waited for her, the more hesitant you became. Were you doing the right thing? Your palms started to become clammy and you felt like you were going to pass out. Shortly after, you saw her coming into the cafe. You stiffened and stood up so that she’d be able to see you. She went up to the counter and placed an order. After getting her tea and pastry, she walked up to your table.

“Hi Y/N. sorry I’m a bit late. ”

“Hi, no, you’re fine, I just got here as well.”

Talk about awkward. You could totally feel the tension in the air.

Gemma then proceeds to talk about that night, and the aftermath the next day while going through that hellish hangover. And how her brother had kicked her out of his house and told her to never speak to him again. She knows she’s the root of all of this but she still stands her ground.

Gemma: “look, I know I caused this but can you blame me? I’m so sick and tired of watching my brother fall head over heels for someone only to be hurt in the end. I was the one who picked him back up and told him that the right one was going to come. I was looking out for him. I knew the moment I saw you, you were going to do exactly what the rest did. And I sure as hell made it my mission to stop this train wreck before more time was wasted and to spare Harry from all the negativity. ”

Had she thought so little of you? You thought to yourself.

Y/N: “look, I know you are looking out for Harry, but you refuse to give me a chance. I knew how hesitant he was before we got into the relationship but we worked through it. We got to know each other. He knew I saw him as Harry and not as Harry Styles. He was so sure that we would get along well before he actually introduced me to your mom. I know he takes into consideration both of your opinions.“ by then, you were cut off.

G: “you can’t seriously be playing the ‘I got to know him for the real him instead of Harry Styles’ card. Everyone’s done it. Just stop the charades. I call bull when I see it. He should know by now a genuine person when meets them.” she roared.

you inhaled deeply. With tears welling in your eyes, you spoke.

“ look, I don’t think this is going anywhere. I understand that you’re looking out for him but that doesn’t give you the right to judge me. You don’t even know me. I see that you want to fix your relationship with your brother, so do that. I know nothing I say or do will change your mind about me and now I don’t really care. You can think what you want. But what I had with your brother was real. So you can go back to London, call your brother and tell him we spoke. Whatever. You do whatever to fix your relationship, you can’t do this to your mom. It’s killing her to know that her children aren’t on speaking terms. ”

G: “ don’t you bring my mum into this. You don’t even know her, you never had the chance to meet her so don’t go bloody talking about her like you know her” she seethed. She threw her mug unto the floor. The sound of glass breaking echoing in the little cafe; earning a few stares from the other patrons.


Smut Week: Day 4 | Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

W/C 3389

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

You had been working on the bts crew for a while now and your relationships with the boys was stronger than ever. You always found yourself hanging out with them in their hotel rooms, riding in their van with them, all those things. Your relationship with each boy was very different. Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook viewed you as a sister. They were always poking fun at you, pulling your hair, sticking their foot out to pretend like they were going to trip you and things like that. But they were also the ones you went to if there was any problems. Anything happening that made you sad or uncomfortable.

Jimin, Jin and Hoseok viewed you more as a best friend. They’d always be the ones to invite you over, you were always gossiping which then and giving honest opinions.

And then there was Tae. Your relationships with Tae was intense and one of the most confusing things you ever had to deal with. He was quiet around you usually so when he’d look at you and wink or lick his bottom lip as he looked you up and down it did nothing but confuse you. When he would talk to you it would always be in this low soft voice that would make you blush. You’d press your knee against his as you giggled and his hand would usually trace your arm. Everything was great, you had your best friends, an amazing job and now you were getting to travel the world.

Los Angles was where it happened. The eight of you had a little too much to drink one night, post show party if you will.  As you said your goodnight to everyone and left the room, the feeling of the liquor hitting you a little too hard as you shut the door. Hearing the door open and close behind you, you didnt think much of it till Tae jogged up in front of you.

“I thought I’d walk you back, Just to make sure you’re okay.” He said as you stopped to fully see who it was.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I don’t thinkive ever seen Jin laugh that hard before, and not to mention when you made Yoongi snort? Thats hard to do. You’re actually amazing. Not to mention Beautiful.” He said.

“Okay,” you said, feeling yourself sober up. You stopped and placed your hand on his chest making him stop too.

“Tae, I don’t know what you’re doing. And I could be very, very wrong so forgive me if I am, but I work for you. All this lip biting and winking and touching… Its confusing me and I can’t do that.” You said biting your lip.

You tried to put him in line but it didnt seem to register in his as he held the same goofy smirk. You let your lip go and went to turn away, not sure what else to say but the feeling of his hand pulling gently at your wrist made you turn around. You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but you were frozen. He was so close to you now, and leaning in even closer, making your stomach put on its own version on Cirque du Soleil within its flips. You wanted to stop him and open your door that was so close but you couldn’t. He broke the space by pulling your wrist toward him and taking a half step so you two were now chest to chest.

And then he kissed you. Every fiber of your being told you to push him away. To say no and run to your room, but the smell of his faded cologne held you in. Your head told you to leave, but your heart was to loud to hear its commands. Your brain had gone into complete static and your entire body erupted into a sense of euphoria that made your knees weak. Finally you came to my senses and pushed his chest back. Your cheeks redden and all you could do was shake your head and back out of his grip. You turned back to your room, covering you mouth as you power walked down the hallway, Leaving Tae standing there looking after you.

You thought your rejection wouldn’t mean anything to him. Trial and error and he’d move on. But that wasn’t the case. He avoided you all the next day and when the two of you were in the same room he’d glare at you. You felt hopeless, you didnt know that it would piss him off so much that you didnt want to be with him. Its not that you didnt though, you just couldn’t.

By dinner you had finally had enough. The eight of you had planned on dinner together long before Taehyung kissed you so when you walked in with all of there orders and he scoffed and turned his back to you it surprised you. There was no reason why he should have been acting like that and it sucked the most since it made dinner so awkward. You tried including him in the conversation but he would just scoff and roll his eyes.

You got the hint, you were the reason why things were getting so awkward so when you stood up and started to walk out you were surprised when Namjoon called out for you.

‘Im just going to finish in my room.’ Was all you said, your eyes meeting Taehyungs angry ones for half a second before you walked the rest of the way out of the room.

You had almost made it to your room when the sound of someone stomping angrily behind you made you turn to look over your shoulder.

'Where are you going?’ Taehyung said angrily, folding his arms over his chest. You rolled your eyes and opened the door to your room and began to walk in.

'I asked you a question.’ He spat again inviting himself in your room.

'You obviously don’t want me around anymore so I’m removing myself from the situation.’ You said putting your food down roughly against the table.

'Who said I didnt want you around?’ He said as you sat on the edge of the bed.

'Um, you basically did when you ignored everything that had to do with me all day today.’

'You shot me down how was I supposed to feel?’

'I would assume you’d get it? I assumed you understood that my job is very important to me and if I were to start seeing you it would get me fired.’

'So thats why you said no?’ He said.

“I just can’t risk loosing all of this.” You said looking away said avoiding his eye contact.

“I get that, but… you can’t tell me you don’t feel it.”


“Do not sit there and tell me that last night you didn’t feel what I felt.” He said, You watched him lean forward so he was closer than before.

“I don’t want to loose this job.” You said more sternly, sitting up straighter to try and make yourself look more intimidating. It didn’t work.

“Fine. Tell me right now you don’t have feelings for me and that last night you didn’t feel anything and Ill stop.” He said moving in closer and waited a minute for your response. “See, you can’t even say it.” He chuckled harshly while kneeling in front of you.

“Tae.” You said, your voice breaking a little.

“Say it.” He said, his hands now on either side of your thighs. You tried but you couldn’t. All that was running through your mind was feeling that ran through me the night before.

“Damn it Y/n, Say it!” He said hitting the bed beside you making you jumped and looked back into his eyes. You expected to see anger but was greeted by a longing look.

“Thats what I thought.” He said rocking back onto his heels. You watched as he rubbed his face at a lost for words and stood,walking to the window. You had so much to say but no idea how to get the words out. Once again lines ran through your head but nothing sounded right.

You watched Tae’s reflection in the window approach you and soon the feeling of his chest barely touching your back made you shutter. Half of you wanted to push him away. To tell him there was nothing more that needed to be said, but the other half of you wanted to turn around and pull him closer. To just feel him on you once again. Your head was brought back down from the clouds by the feeling of Tae’s fingertips across your neck as he moved your hair to one side. It was like an electric shock down your spine causing your breath to hitch just the slightest.

“Tae…” You said, your voice cracking again as you turned. You just wanted this to end.

In a blink you were pressed up against the glass, Tae’s face so close to yours that even if you were to shift your weight in the slightest way your noses would touch. You looked at him, the only light now were the streetlights outside. You turned your head to the side in hope that you could think better, but your movement caused Tae to sigh and start to pull away. ’Don’t let him turn away’ your head screamed. 'Don’t let him think thats it!’

You surprised yourself just as much as him when you caught his neck before he was able to remove the hand that still pressed against the window. He stopped moving and looked you dead in the eyes, gently licking his lips as you softened your fingers and let them gently run down his neck. Your eyes slowly took in each feature of his face, looking last at his lips that had once again returned to being gently pressed together. Tae took the hand that he wasn’t using to brace himself against the window and let the back of his fingers run down your cheek till his pointer finger had hooked itself under my chin.

You allowed him to guid your face so you was now looking up to him. Your eyes locked and he stared down at you, allowing his eyes to take their turn in learning all the features of your face. You took the hand that your chin still rested in in your own and brought it down till it rested right over your heart. You pressed his palm to the skin your sweater had left exposed and watched his face as he felt the rapid beating of your heart. Though his lips remained together his eyes softened in a loving way.

You left his hand where it was and brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and drug it across like you had seen him do so many times before and watched as a mischievous grin threatened the corners of his mouth. Just like last night Tae took a half step closer so your lips were just a breath away. You took one last slow breath before adjusting the hand that still rested on his neck so you could pull him in and finally closed the space between the two of you.

The kiss was completely different than the night before. Last night he was soft. They was barely enough pressure but just enough to make it a kiss. Tonight was a different story. His hand left your heart and moved to pull your waist into him more. His lips pressed hard against yours and as they moved together soft gasps of breath were taken between the two of you. You pulled at his shirt so he could press you against the window. His body rolled into yours making a deep breath now leave your throat. You moved your arms around his neck as his left the glass and moved to wrap around your body.

Everything in your body was ignited, just the feeling of his fingers running down your arm was enough to lead your thought to places this could end up. You kissed him harder at the thought of him panting over you and as you brought your body closer you were able to slightly feel the bulge in his jeans rubbing against you.

You let him walk you back till your knees pressed against the bed. you dropped Down breaking the kiss and watched as he stripped his shirt before bringing a knee onto the bed and taking your cheek in his hand to kiss you again. You crawled backwards against his lips till he was just as much on the bed as you were. Your hands traveled up to run down his chest, a slight smile touching your lips as Taehyung groaned. Lifting your knees and pulling them apart you helped him lay between your legs. As he kissed you deeper he rolled his hips against you. Your fingers dug deeply into his back as you tried to silently tell him what you wanted.

His hand found the hem of your shirt and instantly began to travel up, his fingers gliding over your soft skin. You pushed your chest up the moment his fingertips met the wire of your bra. He took this as a green light and pushed your shirt up to expose the lace. Immediately he began to massage one breast, his hips still rolling into you. Letting go of his neck you crossed your arms and sat up slightly bringing the sweat over your head and pulling it off of your now hot arms. Still sitting you hooked one finger through his waistband and looked up to him.

His tongue licked his bottom lips he looked at your intensely. After a few seconds of sitting like that he mimicked you, but by hooking his finger through the strap of your bra and slowly bringing it off of your shoulder. You watched his hand and then turned back to look at him, biting your lips as his face had moved a lot closer to yours and startled you slightly. You looked down to his lips, waiting for him to kiss you but before he did his fingers trailed down your arm and then up your back till it was pulling against the clasp of your bra. Your faces were close now and you waited for him to just unclip it but he was taking to long. You lifted you knee and drug it up his thigh and watched as his eyes flicked down to your mouth.

In a second your bra came loosed and he was pressing you to the mattress again. The kiss was even more intense now and soon he was kissing down your body, taking in every inch of your exposed chest. As his kisses lowered so did your pants. He tapped your hip slightly causing you to raise them and in a moment just as swift as before you were completely naked. You watched as he pulled his jeans down to expose himself to you, but as he pressed one hand to the mattress and the other grabbed himself he froze and looked at you.

'Is this okay?’ He asked, his eyes softening once again. You bit your lip and nodded taking ahold of his arm that had moved to be next to your head.

He slowly pushed in and pulled out, watched as you closed your eyes and relaxed yourself around him. The moment you took a deep breath he was pumping in and out of you faster. His knees moved under your thighs and you were drug across the mattress so you were basically on his lap. He sat up fully and took ahold of your thighs and pumped quickly. Instantly you were a moaning mess as the curved angle his member was entering you at. Your hand found his and he let your fingers slide under his before he was gripping tightly to your leg again. You moved your hips with his making it his turn to moan. He lifted himself off of his heels and pumped into you harder because of this, this time rolling into you until he found what he was looking for.

The moment he found your g spot he bent over you so he could abuse it. Your fingers dug into his back as you tried to mask the moans that were threatening you, his hips pounding himself into your sensitive spot at a quick pace.  You tapped his back and said his name as the pleasure started to build into a heavy static feeling.

'Tae slow down please.’ You lightly squealed as your body shook once. He pulled out completely and looked at you with a smart ass grin as your body relaxed. 'I said slow not stop.’ You said covering your face.

'Flip over.’ He said.

The moment you did his lips started to kiss down your back and then back up till he hit the base of your neck and his member found your opening. He didnt push into you slowly this time and as you took in a deep breath you could feel him chuckle against your back. He started of pushing into you quickly and pulling almost all the way out slowly, making you moan first in pleasure and then in disappointment. He loved hearing these noises from you so he continued with it until you lifted his head slightly and said his name.

He paused to tease you as didnt expect it when you pushed back into him and started to roll your hips while moving your body in a way that you were he didnt have to do anything to please you. He let out a loud grunt at the sight of you doing this and as much as he loved to watch it he was getting impatient. His arms wrapped around you tightly to stop your motion and instantly he was pumping into you faster than he had before. You let out a long moan as he pumped so fast into you the pressure had pushed you forward to rest on your cheek.

Between the pressure of his body on you and his heavy pumping your orgasm was tight there in a second. One of your hand reached under you to take ahold of his arms and your mouth fell opens your body tensed. He kissed against your neck making your body shudder once. Seeing how close to edge you were brought him close to his edge too, you knew this at how his pumps became stagger and his breath uneven.

'Cum with me.’ He barely got out between the moans. You let out the breath you had been holding in and your hand gripped tighter against his arm to tell him you were cumming. Your body shook slightly and as your forced yourself to breath out you caused him to hold on just a little longer before pulling out. The feeling of him releasing all over your back made your body shake once more before you slid forward with a light chuckle. Careful not to lay in himself he kissed your shoulders and stood, making his way to dampen a cloth to wipe you down. After he did he chuckled watching you reach for the first piece of clothing that was thrown on your suitcase, which just happened to be his.

You looked down and laughed letting him pull you into his chest.

'You look so cute, all messy haired and in my shirt.’ He said, his lips pressed to your cheek. You watched him pull away and bite his lips slowly looking around to see if there was anything he could slip on to walk down the hall in.

'You can stay here tonight if you want.’ You said biting your lip. His eyes brightened and he reached for you as he sat on the bed. You gave him your hand and let him pull you down so he could kiss you gently.

The Savior - Chapter 3

Originally posted by thedreamerangel

Summary: Negan and the OC (reader) meet up after class to finish talking about her dream that she started telling him about the previous night. Things get extremely hot and heavy when they start talking about it. 

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon

Warnings: Swearing, Heavy Touching, Naughty Dirty Talk, Oral – just overall a smutty chapter. 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/27473925

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2

Notes: So I stayed up all night to get this up, so there are likely some errors in this. I apologize for that. This is kind of long. The OC is a virgin as a pre-warning since that was requested of the story. Just letting that be known ahead of time. I also tried tagging everyone that requested, if I missed you, I’m sorry, I’m just gone by this point lol. 

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Frost (Chapter Twelve)

Thor gets mad at his advisors, he and Tony talk about being with Loki. Things are sweet and ridiculous.
NOTE: I LOVE the idea of polyamorous relationships being described as “perfect love”, and I had to use google translate to figure out how to say it in Icelandic  and I’m honestly not sure if it’s the right words or not, but that’s what google said. So if someone who speaks the language can correct me, or let me know if I am using it in an okay way, please do lol.

I think you guys will love this chapter. Let me know what you think!


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“How can you let him run around, doing as he pleases?”

“Spending his days locked away in private luncheons with the Trickster.”

“It is bad enough you have allowed Loki to walk free after all he has done, but to allow Sir Anthony to cavort with him–”

The council members were all speaking at once, overlapping complaints about Tony’s behavior the last two days, about how Loki had traipsed around the grounds as if he had a right to be there, demanding that Thor control his mate and instruct him as to the acceptable way to behave.

“They spent the entire day together! Had servants running to bring them food!”

“How can you allow Loki to have his hands on your Chosen Love?”

“Are you not outraged by their blatant disrespect for you?”

Thor had been home for all of five minutes, barely off his horse and through the doors of the castle before the council members had pulled him into the chambers and proceeded to yell and stomp about everything Tony and Loki had been doing in his absence.

“Forgive us, Our King, for bringing up such distasteful subjects, but Sir Anthony spent both nights in Loki’s chambers.”

“Both nights! And when a servant came to light a fire in the chambers, he saw them entwined on the bed. Naked!”

“Perhaps you should have learned of this mortals character before choosing him as your hjartslattur.”

Thor’s eyes widened at that.

Surely I misheard you.” He said coldly. “Are you suggesting my Anthony is not my true mate? That I have chosen in error?”

Unfortunately, the council member did not hear the danger in his King’s voice, nor did he hear the roll of thunder outside the castle, and opened his mouth to speak again.

“We are simply saying perhaps you chose hastily. There has not been an official joining ceremony, you are still able to nullify any sort of–”

Thor’s fist came down on the desk with a crack and the room went deadly silent.

First.” Thor stood to his full height, both hands planted on the desk. “You are members of my council. It is your job to suggest courses of action. The next time one of you assumes to demand that I do anything, will be the last time those words leave your mouth.”

Thunder rolled again, filling the room this time and Thor’s blue eyes flashed in anger.

Second. You will refer to Loki as Prince and nothing less. I have chosen to forgive my brother, to welcome him home and anyone who disrespects or disagrees with my decision will remove themselves. This attitude that he is somehow less because of his mistakes will cease now. He is my brother, the Prince of Asgard and a god in his own right and you will treat him with respect or I will have something to say about it.”

Third.” Thor continued, his voice low and furious. “You are to never treat my Beloved as if he is any less than I. He is my Chosen Love, my hjartslattur, the very source of the storms I call from the skies and if you dare to suggest that he is in error, is tarnishing this family and our bond, or needs to change to better fit your idea of acceptable– I will call my Lightning and unleash it on you.”

Thor folded his arms, standing tall and terrible. “You all know the stories, the myths of the hjartslattur Loki and I will share and yet you persist in running to me anytime they are in a room alone. It is not your right to interfere in my personal affairs, and my love Anthony, our hjartslattur bond and my brother Loki all fall within that realm.”

“You will cease this inquisition, and the next of you who comes running to sully the name of my love or the Prince will face my wrath.”

Thor glared at them, a boom of thunder shaking the very floor.

“Have I made myself entirely and perfectly understandable?”

“My Lord.”
“Our King.”
“Forgive us.”
“Your Pardon, of course.”
“A thousand apologies.”

The councilmen were bowing as low as they could, apologizing frantically as they backed out of the room, and Thor remained standing, glaring, until the door had closed behind them.

And then he ran a hand down his face and laughed, because of course Tony and Loki had flaunted their bond in front of anyone who would look. Of course a servant had caught them naked in bed. That sounded exactly like something his perfect infuriating love and Trickster brother would do.

He laughed again, then stripped out of his riding clothes until he was just in a fitted shirt and pants, and took off to find his two favorite people.

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BTS reaction- Finding out about your depression

Anon asked:  “ Can I request a BTS reaction to finding out you go to therapy for depression & suicidal thoughts”

A/N: I am going to tweak it just a little bit and only mention depression as one of the themes as I am not comfortable talking about anything suicide related.Also I made it so that they didnt know about the depression to begin with. I am sorry anon and I hope that its okay for you :)

If you are reading this and you do struggle with depression I want you to know that you can do it. I want to tell you that you can get through it because you are stronger than your mind. You are stronger than all the negative emotions. Please don’t give up. Keep fighting because I know you can. If anyone ever needs to talk please do message me. Don’t struggle alone and shoulder this by yourself. I struggle with anxiety so I can understand. You are not as alone as you think. Stay strong. <3

WARNING: May be triggering. 

*gifs not mine. Credit to owners*



I believe Jin would be very very very shocked. He expects a lot from himself and somewhere he prides himself on being a caring person. So I think he would blame himself for not taking care of you sooner. I imagine he would beat himself up over it. 

He accidentally overheard you talking to your therapist on the phone, and that’s how he found out you went to therapy. He didn’t really know how to react and how to ask you because he felt like he failed you. He came behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “I am sorry” he whispered. You were puzzled by his reaction. Before you could speak he continued on “Why didn’t you tell me y/n? You know I would have helped you right?” You could feel his tears spilling on your shoulder. “I am sorry too. I didn’t want to burden you” you replied in a raspy voice. “Lets be together babe. Forever. Let me take care of you okay?” he kissed your shoulder. 


I think he would be hurt the most and he would understand it the best. He would be like Jin in the sense that he would feel he failed but not for the same reason. Because has been though depression I think he would even hate himself to an extent for not figuring it out sooner. 

The moment you told him you had depression and went to therapy for it he would break down. He would apologize to you again and again. “I am so sorry for having been such a bad boyfriend” he would cry and wrap you tightly in his arms, afraid that you would vanish from before his eyes if he didn’t. “Yoongi dont..” he cut you off. before you could continue “No y/n you dont understand. I should have known because I have been through it. I should have seen it” he berated himself. “You have me y/n. You will always have me. Lets get through it together okay? Please be strong for me because I cant lose you” he kissed your forehead while one of his arms was still wrapped around your shoulders.


He is a very rational guy, so I think he would be the calmest out of them all. But that doesn’t mean he wont be hurting. I think for your sake he would keep a cool and calm front. But he would be very sad on the inside. 

Namjoon listened to you as you told him about your depression and that you had been seeking help for it. “I am so proud of you. You know that?” he smiled at you while holding your hands in his as a gesture of his understanding and support. He would move closer to you and embrace you. “My baby is very strong. I am so so so proud of you for being so brave. It makes me respect you and love you even more” he said while trying to blink away the tears. You couldn’t see his face but he was hurting just as much as you were. “I am here with you. Come to me anytime, and I will help you. Dont hide from me anymore please” he softly said. “Thank you” you replied. He tightened his arms around you even more and rocked you both back and forth. 


He is very emotional and he cares too deep so I think he would most likely cry.He would be very hurt and sad that you had to go through something like that. I don’t think he would let you out of his sight after finding out. 

Tears were pouring down his face as you let out all your feelings. “Y/n” he choked out your name and he opened his arms. He motioned for you to come to him and he cried on your shoulder. “I am never letting you out of my sight. For your next appointment you are taking me with you. Promise?” he asked you as he wiped his tears. “Thank you Hoseok. For caring so much” you avoided his gaze. “No. Thank you y/n. For telling me. I love you and I am going to love you so much more that your heart will be filled with nothing but me” he said as he kissed you all over your face. “I am never letting you be sad again. You have to promise me that no matter what happens, you will come to me first.” he said as he gazed into your eyes. “Please trust me.” he said in a raspy voice.


I think Jimin would be a mix of Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok. At first he would be too shocked to respond, but as your words sunk in he would realize that he needed to be there for you and that he needed to take care of you even more.  

Jimin had no idea that you were depressed to begin with and when you sat him down and told him he went very silent. “Jimin” you had to shake him to get him to respond. “Baby how long? Why did I never…” the questions were more for him than you. As you told him your story, tears started building up in his eyes. He kind of sat shocked, but at the same time he felt angry at himself for not being able to see that behind every laugh, every smile, every word of yours was a lot of suffering. “You aren’t alone anymore. You are not going to be sad anymore because I am going make sure that every moment you spend is a happy one” he brought you close to him and held you there silently. He looked into your eyes and all he hoped for you to see was the love he had for you.


I think Taehyung would be very understanding and supportive. Contrary to what a lot of people think, he wouldn’t be confused. I think he would really understand you and offer his full support and love to you. Behind all the silliness, is a very deeply emotional guy, so he would know the right things to say.

Taehyung was very calm as you told him about your depression struggles. After a moment of silence he brought your hands in his and kissed each of your fingers. “You have always been the light in dark for me y/n. But now let me the happiness in your sad times. Let me do everything for you. Let me take care of you.” he genuinely smiled at you. You nodded your head as tears fell from your eyes. He cupped your face and kissed your tears away. He brought his lips over yours and kissed you softly but deeply. It took your breath away. “Tae I don’t know how to thank you” you said meekly. “Shh.” he shook his head and sat you on his lap while whispering soothing words to you.


I think he has grown up a lot so he will be able to handle the situation. He would quietly listen to you, but somewhere he would be angry at himself. He would be angry because he didn’t meet you sooner to help you through the tough times. He felt bad and guilty for not being able to protect you when all he wanted to do was keep you safe.

His hands were balled into fists on his knees. He was trying hard to control the anger he was feeling at himself. “I am sorry for not being able to protect you, not just from the world but from yourself.” he mumbled as he tried to choke back the tears. He took a deep breath and spoke in a more smoother voice. “You don’t know this but I swore that I would always be there for you. I swore to myself that I would always love you. So please y/n let me love you and be there for you.” You nodded in response and he continued. “We’re going to get through this together. This is my problem too now. I’ll be your shoulder to cry on, like I always should have been. So come to me anytime. Please” he pleaded . He pulled you into his chest and softly hummed to you. 

*please excuse any spelling errors*

I hope you like this anon! I also made this vey gender neutral as you requested! Have a lovely day ahead everyone

Stay Happy. Stay Healthy. Stay Beautiful 



Broken Promises

Peter Parker x Reader In which Peter ditches his girlfriend for his “Stark Internship” one too many times and she can’t take it anymore.


Word Count: 1012

Warnings: None, pretty angsty but not violent or anything.

Note: I’m actually pretty happy with this one. Still unsure about whether I want to make a happy ending part 2 or just leave it as an angsty stand-alone, though. Sorry for any grammatical errors that I make

Before the two of you had started dating, you and Peter were the best of friends. You had become friends quickly when he moved in with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben during second grade. He was the first person to sign your cast when you broke your arm in the fifth grade and you held his hand while he cried at his Uncle Ben’s funeral. The two of you were inseparable and only became closer when Peter admitted his feelings for you halfway through freshman year. 

The first six months or so of your relationship had been paradise, but ever since Peter accepted that Stark Internship, things had gotten sort of weird with him. He was hiding something from you. You just didn’t know what.

“Ned, I don’t care how strong the Hulk is! He isn’t winning in a fight against Thor, who is literally a god!” you said exasperatedly.

“A god? Are you talking about me again, darling?” Peter asked cheekily from behind you.

“Always, lover boy,” you replied sarcastically, “Hey, did you do last night’s chem homework? I didn’t get number 13.”

“Yeah, I’ll give it to you when we get to study, which is where we should be headed right now. We’ll see you later, Ned!” Peter grabbed your hand and guided you towards your next class as you waved a departure to Ned over your shoulder.

“Hey, so, what are you doing tonight, Pete? You should come over. We can rent a movie and order a pizza or something,” you suggested hopefully. Peter had been so busy with his internship lately and it had been so long since you had last seen each other outside of school.

“I would love to, y/n, but I really can’t tonight. I’m sorry. I’ve got the Stark Internship.”

Again?” you whined, “Doesn’t Tony Stark know that you have a life? I miss you!”

“I know, babe, and I’m sorry, but homecoming is in six days. I want to make sure that I get all of my work done so we can have a good time together. In six days I’m all yours, I promise.”

“Okay,” you said happily, “I’ll be counting the days, Parker. I can’t wait.”

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A Way to You Again: Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1826

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! This chapter has a little bit of angst and fluff.

I edited this while I was like 50,000 shades of exhausted – so if there are errors please ignore them :|.

Originally posted by harleyquinsn

Originally posted by problematicsebstan

“Bucky, where are we going?” I asked breathlessly as we exited the subway station.

“Patience is a virtue, doll,” he smirked as he looked at me. I chuckled to myself as I shook my head – when Bucky set his mind to something it was next to impossible to get him to budge on it. He casually caught my hand in his and laced his metal fingers delicately between mine. “This is nice,” he sighed to himself as he gave me another smile.

“Yes – it is,” I smiled back.

We walked in silence through the Brooklyn streets until Bucky stopped in front of a Starbucks. “Here we are,” he announced as his face lit up with excitement.

“Buck… did you bring me all the way to Brooklyn to come to Starbucks? There’s literally at least three within walking distance of the tower,” I said bewildered. Bucky wasn’t a huge fan of fancy coffee drinks – I always pointed out that his inner grumpy old man came out when I ordered a Frappuccino.  

He snorted at my bewildered face. “No doll – this is where I lived until I left for the war. Not the Starbucks obviously – but the building,” he answered as he motioned towards the building in front of us. “I lived right up there with my folks,” he explained as he pointed towards the second floor.

“Oh wow,” I murmured – mainly to myself. Bucky had never been much of an open book about his past. I had never pushed him, because I knew it was painful for him to remember all the things he had lost.

Bucky looked down at me and smiled. “It wasn’t much, but it was home. Steve got beat up down that alleyway, and that one, oh and over there too,” he explained as he pointed to the various areas. “Honestly, now that I think of it – Steve probably got beat up everywhere in a two-mile radius. He was such a little shit,” he chuckled to himself. “We would play on this street when we were kids,” he smiled to himself before turning to me again. He could read the lingering questions so clearly on my face. “Let’s go – I have a few more places I would like us to visit,” he whispered into my ear as he grabbed my hand once again.

I followed beside him as we walked several blocks to a nearby cemetery. Bucky seemed to know the path like the back of his hand. As we neared a small hill we parted from the paved walkway and maneuvered through the tombstones. Bucky slowed to a stop in front of a newer stone. “I had it replaced when I came back to New York,” he explained to me as he looked at the stone. “I thought I owed it to them.” As I looked at the stone I read the names of Bucky’s parents with their respective dates of birth and death.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered as I kneeled beside the stone to wipe away a wayward leaf that had rested upon it. “The daisies?” I asked as I looked at the fresh daisies adorning the grave.

Bucky shrugged sadly. “They always reminded me of my mom. She loved flowers. I bring a new batch by weekly,” he explained as he kneeled beside me.

“They’re beautiful,” I murmured as I traced my fingers softly on the petals.

“My biggest regret is knowing that they died thinking I had died a hero,” Bucky added as he placed his hand affectionately on the stone. “It’s better they didn’t know the truth, but I feel like I failed them in so many ways.”

I placed my hand softly on Bucky’s as I watched the emotions play out on his face. “Bucky, they would have loved you regardless. It was never your fault,” I whispered as I laced my fingers between his.

A ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “My mother would have loved you. I wish she had been alive to meet you,” he whispered softly as he looked at me – affectionately tucking my hair behind my ear.

I swallowed hard at this. “Bucky, why are you…” but he cut me off.

“You said you loved me,” he remarked as he returned his attention to the stone.

“Yes,” I whispered softly.

“And yet you know nothing about me, because I was too afraid to share my past with anyone but Steve. If you’re set on loving me – you deserve to see all of me. When I didn’t respond the other day –it wasn’t because I didn’t feel the same…” he explained as he stared intently at the stone. Before I could respond he stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet,” he said as he pulled me up beside him.

A thirty-minute cab drive later I found myself standing in front of a memory care facility with my hand secured in Bucky’s. I stared at him inquisitively but this time he did not return my gaze—instead he led me into the large brick building where we strolled up to a solid oak reception desk. The woman working at the desk looked up and, upon seeing Bucky, smiled warmly. “Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. She’s been asking for you,” she replied sweetly. Bucky nodded his head in acknowledgement as he led me from the desk down a long hallway. I followed him silently to a room at the very end of the hall.

“James, is that you?” the woman laying in the bed asked as she turned her eyes away from the television.

“It’s me, Rebecca,” he answered softly as he walked to the side of the bed and kissed the top of the woman’s head. I immediately saw the striking resemblance between the two even though one was so young and the other towards the end of her life. I watched silently at the softness that overtook Bucky’s features as he interacted with her – seemingly forgetting my presence in the room.

“And who is this?” the woman asked as she turned her head politely towards me. Before Bucky or I could respond she continued. “Y/N, I presume?” she asked with an eye-crinkling smile – the same as the one that sometimes graced Bucky’s face. I nodded my head – forgetting how to speak for a moment.

“Y/N, this is my baby sister, Rebecca,” Bucky explained as he looked at the woman affectionately.

“Tsh! I’m not so much of a baby anymore,” she added good-humoredly. “It is quite nice to meet you, Y/N. I have heard so much about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I beamed as I neared the side of her bed.

We spent most of the day with Rebecca – talking and laughing. As is the case with most family, she had some embarrassing stories to tell about a much younger Bucky that caused him to snort and roll his eyes while dishing it back. It seemed normal – natural even. I hadn’t known about Rebecca, but I understood why. She was one of the last links that Bucky had to his old life – one of the last shreds of normalcy, and she was incredibly important to him. I couldn’t be mad at him for keeping her a secret – I understood the importance of a sister.

“You know – he thinks he’s a bad man,” Rebecca remarked after Bucky had left us alone so he could speak with her doctors. “I’ve tried to convince him for years that he isn’t, but he’s too stubborn.”

“I know – once he has his mind set on something it seems damn near impossible to convince him otherwise,” I remarked sadly. I felt the warmth of her hand over mine and looked at her.

“You’ve changed him,” she added with a smile.

“Me? How?” I asked shocked. Bucky had kept our relationship a secret from even his best friend until very recently. If Steve couldn’t tell – how could she?

“He never smiled until a few months ago. I hounded him until he finally told me about you. He talks about you constantly. Some days it’s all we would talk about. He loves you.”

“How can you tell?” I asked nervously.

“I’ve been around a long time, dear, and I’ve seen all types of love. When you see it – you just know. It’s the genuine article, but he’s too damn stubborn for his own good. He’ll never think he’s the right man for you… but I can tell by the way you look at him that you love him too. You’ll have to fight for him… you’ll have to lay yourself bare and vulnerable, but when you do you won’t regret it. Trust me,” she added with a soft squeeze of my hand and a warm smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me – I think this old woman needs to use the facilities,” she blushed as she pushed herself up from the bed and used her nearby walker to aid her as she walked out of the room.

I mulled over the things she said. Was is possible? Could we both be so stubborn that we were sacrificing our happiness in the process? Or were we both just scared? We had both suffered so much loss in our lives – could either of us risk falling in love and being left brokenhearted? “Where’s Rebecca?” Bucky’s voice floated through the room causing me to jump.

“Oh she went to the restroom. Is everything okay?” I asked noting the concern on his face.

“I’m not sure,” he muttered before disappearing back out into the hall. I sat in puzzled silence as I waited for the two to return. Suddenly I heard Rebecca’s voice from the hall.

“Where is this?! Who are you? I want to go home!” she yelled. The desperation and confusion in her voice caused me to jump from my seat and run into the hallway where I found Bucky, with the aid of a wheelchair, returning her to her room. “Who are you?” she demanded of me as she stared at me blankly.

“Stay here,” Bucky whispered as he rolled the chair back into the room – followed by several nurses.

Bucky emerged from the room several minutes later, and immediately bee-lined to me. “Are you okay?” he asked softly as he reached for my hand.

 “Are you?” I answered. I could tell by his changed demeanor that he wasn’t. “The… the doctors said that the disease is progressing. Today was one of the best days she’s had in awhile… and they’re likely to get fewer and farther between,” he paused as he looked over his shoulder sadly. “Let’s go home,” he finally muttered as he wrapped his arm around me.

As we left the facility in silence I began to understand just how hard it was for Bucky to allow himself to be so vulnerable, and I decided it was time for me to do the same.

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Flu - Peter Parker

Your name: submit What is this?

“Holy crap, Y/N, you look like hell!” Nat exclaimed as I walked into the kitchen, my backpack strapped on one shoulder as I opened the fridge. I grabbed some yogurt.

“Thanks, Nat. That’s what every girl wants to hear in the morning,” I croaked out, standing up straight as I closed the fridge. I grabbed a spoon and sat at the breakfast bar.

“Are you sure you should be going to school today? I mean-”

“No!” I exclaimed quickly. “No! I can’t miss school today!”

At my outburst, Nat smiled slyly before nudging me with her elbow. “Afraid you wouldn’t get to see a certain boy whose name rhymes with Teter Tarker?” She teased, prompting me to roll my eyes and shake my head as I blushed.

“No way,” I half-lied. I did want to see Peter today, and I would be disappointed should I not be able to go to school to see him, but that wasn’t just it. “I have an AP Psych test today! I can’t miss it!” I told her, my voice cracking and barely coming out. With each word I spoke, I felt like somebody was sticking a hot iron down my throat.

“Only you could be excited for a test, Y/N,” Nat sighed. I smiled in response, taking a scoop of yogurt, suppressing a whimper as it slid down my sore throat. “I still don’t think you should go to school today. You could take a make up test,” she reasoned.

“But it takes so much longer to get the grade back!” I complained. “Come on, Nat. Let me go to school. All you have to do is not tell anybody that I’m sick.”

“Who’s sick?” Steve asked. I turned to face Captain as I paled and widened my eyes for a minute.

“Nat! Nat’s sick!” I lied in my most normal voice, turning around before looking at her. She glared at me and I just pouted.

“Yeah,” Nat lied, faking a cough. “So sick,” she sniffled.

“Thank you,” I mouthed. “Anyways! I should go! I’ve got a test!” I exclaimed, standing up, leaving my half-eaten yogurt on the breakfast bar as I pressed the elevator button. The door opened and I walked through it, pressing the button for the ground floor before the lights in the whole floor had gone blue and a soft alarm went off. “What the-”

“Okay, who’s the sick person trying to go out?” Dad’s voice sounded. I widened my eyes, pressing the elevator button repeatedly, but nothing was working. Suddenly, he walked to the elevator door and smiled at me.

I chuckled nervously, smiling back at him. “Hey, dad,” I greeted. He jerked his head, motioning for me to step out of the elevator. My shoulders slumped as I walked out. “I swear, I’m not that sick! And I can’t miss school! I have a Psych test today and I studied my butt off for it so-”

“Temperature?” Dad asked, making F.R.I.D.A.Y respond with a, “38.7 degrees Celsius.” Dad crossed his arms, looking at me. “Not that sick, huh?”

“There… There has to be some sort of error. I mean… I’m fine. I mean- F.R.I.D.A.Y., did you forget to multiply it by five over nine?”

The A.I. answered immediately, “101.66 degrees Fahrenheit subtracted by 32 multiplied by five over nine is equal to 38.7 degrees Celsius.” Dad only looked at me knowingly. I could hear Nat sipping a nearly-finished drink through a straw in the corner loudly.

“You’re staying home,” Dad told me.

“But my test-”

“Take a make up.”

“But it takes so much longer-”

“Then wait,” Dad shrugged. “Room. Now. I’ll have Underoos bring you homework later.” I heard Nat giggle and I glared at her before looking at dad.


“Room,” he told me.



“Please just-”

“Room,” he repeated. I sighed before going to my room. “I swear, that girl’s the only girl I’ve ever met who’s upset about not going to school.”

A couple hours later, the door opened, waking me up from my peaceful slumber. I groaned, covering my eyes from the light and rubbing them before sitting up.

“Hey. Sorry for waking you,” Peter’s voice sounded. I shrugged and offered him a smile as I took a look at the clock on my phone and found I had slept through school hours.

“No problem,” I assured him. “Did I miss much?”

“You missed the Psych test, for one.”

I groaned. “Don’t remind me,” I frowned. Peter chuckled, closing the door behind him as he walked to me. He furrowed his eyebrows at a document that was on my end table. I took it, sighing, and handed it to him. “I was so bored I did a psychoanalysis on John Nash from “A Beautiful Mind.’”

Peter laughed, flipping the pages and finding that it was five pages long. “You know, generally, you’re supposed to rest when you’re sick.”

“Yeah, well, resting was boring. And I did rest, you know, after the analysis,” I chuckled. “Anyways, so any homework?”

“Just some Literature stuff that you probably already know,” Peter shrugged. “We have to read Much Ado About Nothing until the second act and do a quick thesis. It’s due next week.”

I sighed. “Couldn’t they have picked a tragedy? I’m always better at those than comedies,” I chuckled.

“Please, you’re good at both,” Peter answered, looking at me. I met his gaze and smiled back. After a few moments, Peter said, “Isn’t it dark in here?”

“Light gives me headaches. It’s like I went to one of Liz’s parties for the first time and found out I was a lightweight,” I chuckled.

“Which you are, by the way.”

“Hey, I got drunk once let it go.”

“You asked Ned when homecoming was when it happened three months beforehand,” Peter laughed. I blushed, rolling my eyes.

“Anyways,” I began, changing the topic. “The dark’s better. I look like a witch right now. So bad that this morning, Nat greeted with a ‘You look like hell’, so…” I shrugged, looking down.

“Please, you could never look bad even if you tried,” Peter disagreed. “You’re beautiful,” he complimented, making me look up at him. I was suddenly very grateful of the dark, otherwise, he’d be able to see how red I was.

“Thanks,” I breathed. We stayed like that for a moment. I was only able to see Peter through the moonlight and the sparkle in his eyes. He looked away, breaking our gazes and I cleared my throat, also looking away.

“I… Uh… Y/N, I… I need to tell you something,” Peter began, making my gaze snap back at him.

“Go ahead, Peter,” I encouraged him. He looked away for a moment and scratched the nape of his neck.

“Okay. Well… uh… I… I don’t know how to say it, so I think I should just say it, you know? I mean, you always tell me that maybe I overthink things a bit too much and stress about nothing, so I’m just going to say it,” Peter rambled. “Y/N, I… I really, really like you.”

I swear, I could feel my heart stop beating and time stopping for a moment.

“Like, I really… I think you’re kind, selfless, and I’ll never be able to forget about how you managed to stop Flash from picking on me by telling him about all of this psychological junk-”

“Hey! It’s not junk! It’s true! He probably belittles you because he feels insecure himself because of the lack of affection he got from his parents when he was a kid, at least, that’s according to psychodyna-”

“The point, Y/N, is that you’re…” Peter chuckled, shutting me up. “You’re incredible. You’re otherworldly, extraordinary… You’re perfect and imperfect but somehow you make your flaws into your strengths and… you’re just… you’re wonderful, Y/N… and I really, really, really like you,” Peter looked up at me. I only looked at him before his smile faded and he looked away. “God, you don’t like me, do you? You’re-”

“Peter, you don’t know how mad I am about being sick because if I wasn’t, I’m 100% positive I’d kiss you right now,” I cut him off, making him look at me. “I really, really, really like you too, Peter.”

“I… really?”

“Really,” I giggled, nodding.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “You know, unlike you, I don’t mind getting sick half as much as you do. So, like, you should totally kiss me.”

“Well, if you got sick, I’d have to take care of you.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Peter grinned at me, making me smile at him.

“You wouldn’t be able to see me at school when I got better,” I mused.

“Very true… you know, if I didn’t go to school.”

“You’d feel like hell.”

“For you?” He asked, “Totally worth it.” I giggled, grinning myself as I leaned closer to him only to jerk away when the door opened.

“Am I interrupting?” Dad asked.

“No!” Peter and I answered simultaneously, trying to act casual.

“Not at all, dad,” I cleared my throat.

“Uh huh,” my dad replied skeptically. He walked to me, handing me my meds and a glass of water. “Time for your meds.”

“Okay. Thanks,” I took the pill and drank the water before putting the glass on my end table.

“Underoos, a word?” Dad asked, looking at Peter.

The boy hero glanced at me before looking at my dad and nodding feverishly. “Okay,” he squeaked out, standing up. Peter looked at me and held up my analysis of John Nash. “Uh, do you mind if I keep this?”

“Not at all,” I answered, practically beaming at the boy.

“Thanks… good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Peter. See you Monday.”

“You too,” Peter breathed out, beginning to walk out, my dad behind him.

“Oh, and, uh, Peter?” I called, making him stop and look at me. “If you ever need my help analysing Much Ado About Nothing, I could always use somebody to debate with,” I smiled. Peter grinned and nodded.

“Night, Y/N,” he whispered before leaving. My dad eyed me suspiciously and I shrugged. He grumbled a goodnight before leaving with Peter.

Maybe, I thought, being sick wasn’t so terrible after all.

Freedom of the Press

This is based off the following prompt from the lovely @sweaters-and-crowns​:

EEEE! Can you write a fluffy ass piece? Maybe… like… Betty and Jughead have a moment in the B&G office after school one day. (He’s not at SSH) there’s *always* been some kind of flirting between the two, but that afternoon - it’s different? Their eyes linger a little longer, the touches are more frequent. Whether they finally admit their feelings… I’ll leave that ball in your court

I loved the idea, and I hope this lives up to your expectations! (Sorry for errors, as usual I was writing quickly and edited myself).

Freedom of the Press

Betty had a pencil in her mouth, a finger curling around the bottom of her ponytail, and a frustrated expression on her face when Jughead arrived in the Blue and Gold room. He paused and watched her for a moment before announcing his presence.

‘What’s up Betts? My semi-colons causing you pain again?’ He grinned at her furrowed brow.

‘I know you have to start somewhere, but how am I meant to produce an interesting paper when your top story is about the sodium content in the school’s coleslaw?’

‘Well it’s a very pertinent question. We should all be concerned with lowering our sodium consumption.’ Jughead smirked and pulled up a seat next to her, slinging his bag to the floor.

‘Jug. Not even you eat the coleslaw. It could be entirely constituted from salt and it would harm exactly no one.’ Betty pulled a face.

‘Well, with a defeatist attitude like that, no wonder you’re struggling.’ He nudged her arm and leant over to read her screen. The gap between them was closed completely, their arms and leg pressed against one another’s.

‘Oh don’t Jug, it’s awful.’ Betty leant forward to close her laptop before he could see, and at the same time Jughead reached forward to stop her. His hand landed on hers and Betty recoiled quickly, trying, but unable to ignore the slight bolt that had flooded through her as his fingers brushed hers. This was crazy, she’d known Jughead for years, she saw him every day. He was one of her best friends, for goodness sake.

Jughead eyed the words on the screen smiling to himself. ‘I’ve got to hand it to you Betts, for the world’s most boring story, you have at least managed to bump it from unimaginably turgid to only slightly dull.’ He grinned at her, holding her gaze for a little longer than he would normally. Betty shifted uncomfortably and changed the subject, dropping her eyes away from his.

‘Always such high praise Jones.’ she cleared her throat, still looking down. ‘What have you got for me then?’

His smirk disappeared and was replaced with a sheepish expression. ‘Well. About that…’


‘Literally nothing happens in Riverdale.’

She couldn’t help herself from smiling. ‘But Jug, has that ever stopped us?’

He looked sideways at her, suddenly aware of how close they were sitting.

‘No it has not. Which is why I have a fascinating story on our sports rivalry with Greendale High.’

Betty groaned. ‘We run that every year.’

‘And every year the football team loves us, just for one day. It makes their victory that much sweeter. You could argue that it’s a charitable service.’

‘Always an answer for everything. Can I see it?’

Jughead pulled out his laptop. As he waited for it to load, he quipped. ‘I like to feel this adds to the suspense of it all. I’m hoping you’ll overlook some of my semi-colons by the time this old thing boots up.’

‘Hell could freeze over, Jughead, and I still wouldn’t overlook your semi-colons.’  The tension had disappeared and things seemed to be back to normal.

Jughead was a big part of the reason that Betty liked working on the Blue and Gold so much. Their friendship was the easy sort, and within the confines of the B&G room, she felt more like herself than anywhere else. Their banter was always there, but it was more so here, where there was no Veronica or Archie, or outside life to distract them. It was where Betty had the most fun.

‘Cruel Miss Cooper.’ Jughead muttered as he tapped away on his laptop. ‘Anyway, the story of the year is in your inbox now.’

‘Thanks Juggie. I will try not to be too awed by it.’ She stuck her tongue out at him and he smiled, shaking his head fondly at her. Betty was a little puzzled by the strange expression on his face and busied herself on her computer.

‘Okay. So this looks long enough to take up most of the sports page. Ethel’s written a piece on the history of the school mascot, and we have my sodium scandal article. That leaves us with at least three empty slots, and two days to pull something together that at least resembles a school paper.’ Betty sighed.

‘Maybe it’ll look better if we print it out and lay it out?’ Jughead suggested, though not too hopefully.

‘Maybe.’ Betty clicked about on her screen and soon enough the ancient printer was whirling. Jughead stood up. ‘I’ll get them.’ He squeezed her shoulder and strode towards the printer, causing Betty to look at him in confusion again. She decided not to think too much of it, instead turning her attention to the matter at hand. She tapped her fingers on the desk, wracking her brain for story ideas, but gave up after a minute and went over to the desk where Jughead was laying out the scraps of paper.

‘It’s a little….’ She began.

‘Sparse.’ He agreed. ‘But that’s okay. We’ve got two whole days.’

They stared at it for a while, hoping that something would magically come to them.

‘Is there any local history we haven’t already reported on?’

‘Not a lot left no. What about Jason…?’ Jughead suggested tentatively. The teen in the grade above them had been missing for over a week now, with no sign of his whereabouts.

‘You know that Headmaster Weatherbee has forbidden us from reporting about that until he is found and we have the blessing of the Blossoms. So I wouldn’t count on us ever being able to write about that.’


Betty crossed over to the other side of the room and pulled out the folder of backup stories that she kept for when news ran dry.

‘Oh no. Not the folder of doom. Anything but that.’ Jughead sighed dramatically.

‘Desperate times, Jones.’

She returned to her original seat and started to flick through the pieces of paper. Jughead went over to stand behind her. He put one hand on the back of his chair and leant his weight on it, positioning his body so he was able to read over Betty’s shoulder. With his other hand he pulled out some of the paper and spread them across the desk. They both scanned the headlines for anything that they could use.

‘What about this one?’ Jughead reached across. ‘Tales of the Unexpected: The Ghosts of Riverdale.’ He let go of the chair and instead rested his hand lightly on Betty’s shoulder as he read.

‘I didn’t have you down as someone who believed in the paranormal.’

‘Oh definitely. I hold a seance every night. I can’t believe you didn’t know that.’

‘No wonder Archie’s been looking so tired recently. He must love sharing with you.’

‘Very funny Betts. Dead men tell no tales…. But that doesn’t stop people’s imagination running away with them. And it’s nearly Halloween. If we put back the paper by a week, you can rework this story and I’ll do a feature on scary films - then we can produce a decent edition.’

‘You might be onto something there Juggie. Although I’m not thrilled about delaying the paper.’

‘But for a good cause.’ Jughead returned to his laptop and pulled up a blank document, preparing to start the article. ‘I promise not to quibble with you when you change all of my grammar and I’ll make sure every film on the list is Weatherbee approved, even if it does compromise my artistic integrity.’

‘You have yourself a deal Mr Jones.’ Betty laughed.

‘We’d better shake on on it.’ Jughead offered his hand and Betty took it in hers, shaking it once. He held it firmly and didn’t let go, instead he pulled her towards him slightly, scanning her eyes for a reaction.

‘Betty. I…’ He looked at her and looked down at their hands again loosening his grip slightly. ‘I…’ he swallowed. ‘Never mind.’ he dropped her hand and turned back to his laptop.

Betty didn’t move, wondering what he was going to say, and if he’d felt what she had when he took her hand. Something seemed to have shifted in the air. There was that tension again, the one that hadn’t existed previously. She was ultra aware of his position in relation to hers. She turned back to the article they’d found, marking it up with a pencil. They were still so close, she felt almost pressed against his side, their chairs were so near each other. She didn’t want to move though, she found that she liked the feeling of being against Jughead’s side. And she found that she’d be disappointed if he moved.

She glanced across at him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him that was slowly filling up with words so she returned her attention to the printed paper in front of her. It wasn’t as bad as she’d been expecting; she was confident that she could make it into a good article.

Jughead saw her smile, and the feelings he’d been trying to repress started to stir inside him again. While she was scribbling with her right hand, her left hand - the one closest to him - was resting on her leg. It was too tempting.

He stopped typing, and still looking at his screen, dropped his right hand as casually as he could, placing it on his leg but with his little finger resting over hers. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her mouth form a little ‘o’ of surprise. He waited a beat, ensuring that she wasn’t going to recoil again, and decided to go for it before he lost his nerve. Slowly he slid his hand across so it covered hers. Again he waited to see if he was met with any resistance. Betty’s heart raced, and she concentrated on the page in front of her, sneaking just one sideways glance at him, but his expression was completely neutral.

Slowly, but more confidently, Jughead curled his hand around hers so he was holding it properly, and gave it a little squeeze. Betty squeezed back. He saw the slight blush out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

They both felt a little shy, and though it was obvious neither of them were actually concentrating on the articles in front of them, they were both studiously staring at them. Neither wanted to be the one that moved first.

Gently, Jughead threaded his fingers through hers. He saw her grin and he turned his head towards her. She mirrored his action.

‘Hi you.’ he said, lightly, though his stomach was doing somersaults.

‘Hi.’ she replied a little breathily.

‘Is this okay?’ he squeezed her hand again.

‘More than okay.’ She smiled at him shyly. ‘But Juggie…What does it..?’ she trailed off, not quite able to finish her sentence.

‘Mean? Good question. Well, for starters it means that the highlight of my week is my time spent in this room. Because it’s time spent with you.’

Betty blushed even deeper. ‘Mine too.’ she whispered.

‘And it means I’d like to hold your hand more often.’

‘I’d like that.’

‘And it means I’ve been working up the courage to do this for a long time.’

Betty grinned. ‘It takes courage to hold my hand? I didn’t think that I was that scary.’

‘No.’ Jughead corrected her. ‘This.’

He took one final breath to steel his nerves and leant in towards her. His lips gently brushed hers, to make absolutely sure that she gave him permission, before applying the pressure a little more firmly. His hand went up to cup her cheek, while the other stayed holding hers. Jughead never wanted to stop kissing Betty, but eventually he broke away, leaning his forehead into hers and smiling.

Betty sighed contentedly, wrapped up in the totally unexpected but completely welcome moment. And then her expression changed from a smile to more of a smirk.

‘I thought you said nothing happens in Riverdale?’