but we watched this in class the other day and i was almost crying and no one else even laughed

You have to tell me (Zach Dempsey, 13 Reasons)

The tapes were a complex situation to say the least. Zach Dempsey knew everyone’s dirty laundry. He did and everyone’s tape varied in how much it weighed on him. Justin’s second tape, that was shitty. He had to admit he didn’t look at his friend the same way anymore. Zach, he had a girlfriend now. He’d been talking to her for months until she finally agreed to go out with him. Quiet, but in theater and dance, Y/N never really wanted to date jocks. He pursued her for a while.

She had the wrong class with him, biology. Watching him in the class was captivating. He was so engrossed in the material and it was obvious he loved it more than basketball. She’d gotten stuck at basketball games because her friends would want to go. She’d seen how good Zach was. Probably the best on the entire team. But there was a look in his eyes that he got when he learned more about biology. AP biology was the only advanced placement class he took.

That’s when she knew he was different. After being made table partners in biology, she noticed him staring at her during tests and other activities where the teacher wasn’t lecturing. He started sitting with her at lunch. At first her friends stayed, but then they moved over a table, leaving the two of them alone. His friends watched from afar, with huge grins on their faces. She didn’t really know what Zach Dempsey’s intentions were.

He seemed different, but at the same time, at times he would speak like any other jock would to a girl. She tried to bore him at first, it didn’t work. Even if she was completely silent, he would sit there, watching her eat, a slight smile on his face.

After two months of lunches like this, she opened up to him. She began to like him. He began to sound like a person when he talked, rather than a fumbling idiot. And sooner rather than later she was his official girlfriend.

It was Tuesday, the day she and Zach would get together and study. Or ‘study’ depending on how much biology they had to work on. The last few Tuesdays had been weird. Usually, they’d get home right after school so they could beat her parents home, and they’d fool around. Right away, he’d get handsy. The last few Tuesday’s it hadn’t been like that. She had to initiate everything. He’d let her do some things to him, but he wouldn’t really do anything for her. On this Tuesday, she leaned in and kissed his neck, he didn’t really move and continued to read out of the biology textbook.

“Okay, I know I’ve gained weight. We just need to stop going for dessert so much. But am I really that gross? We haven’t been together that long. This is the honeymoon stage. We’re supposed to fool around. Like constantly.” Zach shut his book, laying back on the bed, looking more than beaten down.

“Not every couple’s the same- we don’t have to do stuff constantly.” He said, still reading out of the textbook. She felt herself turn bright red.

She backed away from him, cuddling up to a pillow at the head of the bed. He sighed, shutting his textbook.

“It’s not you, of course it’s not you. Come here.” He laid next to her, his arms snaking around her waist. He eventually moving to where he was on top of her, hovering.

“Is this okay?” He mumbled. She nodded, guiding his hands up her shirt. She didn’t respond verbally, she just ran her hands through his hair as he kissed down her neck. He suddenly rolled over, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and button up his shirt.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s wrong, Zach. Do I bore you now? What’s wrong?” He was breathing heavily, but he wouldn’t look up at her.

“I just never want you to be overpowered. Or trapped.” His head was now buried in his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was crying or not.

“What are you talking about? If I was uncomfortable I would tell you.” She crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

“Promise me that.” He mumbled, interlacing his fingers with hers.

“I promise. But why are you freaking out about this all of a sudden?” She asked in almost a whisper.

“I’m huge, I’m 6'3 and your so small an-” she cut him off, letting out a breathy laugh.

“You’ve always been a tree, and I’ve always been small, compared to you. There’s something else going on.” She got off the bed and went to her desk, taking a makeup removing wipe and beginning to take all of her makeup off. She was simply finding something to do.

She didn’t know what to expect of his answer. She wondered if he knew how much this was eating at her.

“Y/N it’s not your fault. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry if you don’t get it I-” she sighed, not understanding how he was so dense.

“You’re hurting me by not telling me what the hell is going on, Zach! You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Her eyes became watery.

She wasn’t sad, necessarily, but she had severe anxiety that would force her to tears at times. Whether she was sad, or nervous, or frustrated. Sometimes even if she was confused. This was one of those times. Zach knew she was getting anxious and concern filled his eyes as soon as he saw the tears.

“Hey, hey-” she turned her back to him sharply, bowing her head as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get out. Now. Leave.” She said, still not turning to look at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what else to do.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Some stuff has happened and I don’t know how to feel.” She felt herself softening. She sniffled, biting her lip as she regained her composure.

“Specifics.” She said simply. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to tell her. But he knew he had to. He could feel her trust slipping through his fingers.

“It’s just- a friend of mine. I found out he raped a girl. Actually, he raped two. And it got me thinking- I just- I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I ever did something and you were uncomfortable. I love you. I hate the idea of hurting you.” She turned around, he wasn’t crying, but he was trembling.

She covered her mouth, tears spilling out of her eyes. Someone she likely knew was a rapist. She didn’t know what to think. Of course she was curious. Who the hell was the rapist among Zach’s friends?

She felt dirty, as it was true that she hung out with them quite frequently.

“You’re not a rapist, Zach. I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. You have to trust that I trust you. You have to trust yourself.” She took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of her bed.

She sat on his lap, hugging his head against her chest. She did this quite a lot. He said he loved hearing her heartbeat, that it made him feel less lonely.

“If you’re worried about consent, I give it to you every time. I’ve never been uneasy or wary about anything.” He let out a groan. She looked at him as he looked around.

He acted as if he was thinking about what to say next.

“What qualifies as consent? Words, I guess. But how else am I supposed to know for sure?” She smiled at him. It wasn’t a great topic, sure. But he cared. He was showing how much he cared and that was beautiful.

“I guess I don’t really know. But, do you know how many times I’ve shoved you off of me? A lot. But guess what?” She looked at him. He bit back a smile, probably thinking of how hormonal he could be at times. He mumbled for her to continue, his cheeks blushed over a bit.

“After I push you away, you don’t keep at it. You accept my answer. All the times I haven’t given consent, you’ve listened.” He smiled and she grabbed his face, making him look at her. She looked him in the eyes for a while.

“Maybe you’re trying to keep me out of this for my benefit but.. please tell me you’re going to report this. Or that someone has already reported it.” He looked away from her. How was he going to tell her that he’d given the evidence to the next person?

“I-I don’t have the evidence anymore. It’s this process. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. It’ll come out, though. And if it doesn’t, I’ll- I’ll go to the police.” She smiled sadly at him, wrapping her arms around him. He would, she knew he would.

DIDNT KNOW ID GET TWO UP TODAY! Keep requesting all! If I haven’t responded to you, don’t think that I didn’t get them, I’m working on them all and have a lineup. There will be a part two of this to simply fill the request’s specifics more, so look for that. Thanks :)

anonymous asked:

I was really struck by something I read in one of your earlier replies to an ask, which was "we’ll never know what Rachel would have done after the war ended", and I wondered if perhaps you may actually have some thought about what might have happened if she did? How WOULD Rachel, who thrived in war, adapt to the mundane life after?

Jake

After a while Rachel’s aunt and uncle get so used to her stopping by that they just make her a copy of their house key; it’s easier than answering the door all the time or leaving a window open for her, besides which they’re grateful because she’s there almost every day to bully Jake out of bed and into the world to go do something.  Most days it’s just attending Habitat for Humanity builds in the devastated areas downtown or visiting kids from the local hospital who idolize them both.  Rachel doesn’t mind dragging Jake out of his room at all, because while Tobias is good for taking random college classes or exploring new parts of the country with her, there are still plenty of stupid things that she can only talk Jake into doing.  Together they surf during hurricanes, skydive without parachutes, swim to the bottom of the ocean as orcas and throw themselves off cliffs as birds of prey.  

Rachel doesn’t pretend to understand what he’s going through, because she quite simply can’t—if she even tries to think about what it would be like if it was Jordan or Sarah she’d had to kill during that last battle, she tends to lose the ability to breathe.  But while she can’t give him empathy she can give him this: the scream of wind rushing past their bodies as they hurl toward the ground at nearly a hundred miles an hour, the incomparable thrill of the ground approaching them faster than an oncoming train, the moment of simple euphoria during that millisecond decision to once again open one’s wings and tell death not today.  He doesn’t smile much, and never laughs, but that’s always been true to some extent.  She doesn’t concern herself with making him smile, but with forcing him to gasp for air in his refusal to give up on life, to morph when not doing so would mean drowning in the cold Pacific, to swerve a second away from spattering on the ground.  Because she’s the only one who understands the power of those moments to make them forget everything in the world except the heady rush of being so goddamn alive they can barely even stand it.

Marco

It’s strange, really, how tough and showy they can be around each other most of the time… and how vulnerable they can become when no one else is around.  Rachel’s pretty sure she’s the only one who ever saw Marco cry after they all watched Eva’s body tumble hundreds of yards to its apparent death, and she knows for certain that she’s the only one to whom he says “it’s like we never really got her back at all,” the day his parents announce their divorce.  In public Rachel and Marco become even more themselves, one-upping each other to see who can come out with the most embarrassing story in round after round of interviews and bantering at lightning speed as live studio audiences laugh and cheer.  Rachel gives a hysterical, exaggerated account of Marco’s failed attempt at gatecrashing William Roger Tennant’s award banquet; Marco comes back with a heroic narrative of how his llama-self saved an entire television studio from the crocodile Rachel conveniently forgot to mention she had puked out backstage.  When talking about the time Helmacrons invaded Marco’s nose, they each manage to make the whole mess entirely into the other one’s fault.  

In private, they sit on the back porch of Marco’s primary house once a week and work their way through a bottle of triple sec they’re definitely too young to own.  It’s during those long evenings as the sun sets over the Newport Beach mansions that they air the things to each other they’ve never told a living soul before.  Marco talks about the hard bright-edged joy of watching 17,000 yeerks sucked into space and only being able to imagine their screams.  Rachel confesses to having cried herself to sleep after she and Ax dropped David on that island.  They air their sickest thoughts, lance their most pus-rotted wounds, spew poison at each other because they know that they are both strong enough (hard enough, cold enough, ruthless enough) to take it and give back in turn.

Cassie

Rachel’s honestly not sure how far Cassie would have gotten, politically, if not for her help.  Because that girl might have passion and conscience and common sense to spare, but Rachel’s not sure she’s met a more appearance-clueless person in her life.  The world of politics runs on fashion and makeup, though, especially if one happens to be a woman, and any time Cassie’s about to go tell the United Nations why they need to update the Universal Declaration of Human Rights today to include the hork-bajir and taxxons, or to scold Congress into giving the ex-hosts war reparations and not murder charges, Rachel is there in the background helping.  She shows Cassie the power of stalking into a room in a pair of towering heels, the ways to make a string of pearls or a Chanel handbag into a weapon of power.  Cassie laughs incredulously every time Rachel shows up at her house with a literal truckload of perfectly-tailored business suits and evening gowns, but over time she starts to understand just how much her reputation for being as elegant as she is fierce can work in her favor.  

Rachel, in turn, starts to put out patents for the kind of clothes Cassie would love: comfortable and practical items that can be worn for years without needing replacement.  Rachel figures that if she’s an international trendsetter already (and she is: her line of perfume makes millions every year, while black leotards are debuting on Paris runways) then she might as well have her best friend and the world of high fashion meet in the middle.  Of course Rachel doesn’t explicitly mention that her patent-leather pumps with arch support and heel padding are inspired by the experience of trying on Cassie’s Timberlands, or that her choice of size-16 models for all her advertisements comes from making dresses that would fit Cassie and sizing up or down from there.  But what’s most amazing to her is that the other dressmakers and shoe lines start to emulate her choices, emphasizing the comfort and sturdiness of everything they make even as they tout it as “cutting edge.”  If Rachel has dragged Cassie into being a fashion icon, then it turns out Cassie might just have dragged Rachel into being a social justice warrior along the way.

Ax

Ax seems somewhat dumbfounded when Rachel explains that there’s an Earth tradition that any ship’s captain can perform a marriage ceremony, and that even if there’s no law on the books about this particular power she wants him to do it anyway.  She’s not sure herself how her and Tobias’s small private ceremony (at least, that was the intention) has grown so much, but even she has to admit that somewhere between the 230-person guest list, the custom chuppah to be hand-embroidered by a team of local artists, the five-tier cake imported from a German bakery, and the dress which is personally designed by Alexander McQueen, things might have gotten slightly out of hand.  Ax takes the duties very seriously, practicing the strange mouth sounds he has to recite more than once in advance and promising solemnly that he will not eat any of the cake until Rachel and Tobias have had the chance to cut it.  

He serves as their best man as well (probably breaking with tradition, not that they care) and the speech he makes afterward is surprisingly heartfelt.  «There has been no greater honor in my life than to fight by your side,» he tells them, «and I owe you both my life many times over.  I owe you more than that, of course, for you have made this strange planet my home when I came to you lost and alone.  I am not sure what humans traditionally wish for each other with a bond such as this, so I will wish you this much: may your lives be long, may your battles be easily won, may you be loved and feared in equal measure, and may your chili always be perfectly seasoned.» 

Tobias

It’s not like they get jobs, or hold down formal obligations, or do anything more structured than attend occasional classes at UCSB or consult with the fashion agency that sends Rachel freelance checks.  So there’s really no reason they can’t continue their odd lifestyle, only in the same form at the same time for two hours at most.  At least, that’s how it is for the first several years… and then one day Rachel comes out of the bathroom, a tiny white stick in her hand, and they both realize their lives are never going to be the same again.  Tobias is terrified, of course: he’s been abandoned (voluntarily or not) by two parents, four guardians, and countless authority figures, and he’s got no reason to believe he’ll be any different.  But he knows what the first step will be in committing to raising this baby for real.  And so he morphs human for the very last time.  

In the years that follow, after their daughter eventually gets a little brother as well, Rachel and Tobias become more boring than they ever could have hoped for.  Rachel starts working full-time as a fashion designer, while Tobias finishes an advanced degree in graphic design and gets a job with the marketing branch of the same company.  They go to PTA meetings and teach their daughter softball, buy a sedan with good gas mileage and a two-story house in Mendocino County where the reporters can’t find them.  They still get restless sometimes, leaving the kids with Loren or Sarah for a week or two at a time to go white-water rafting on the Colorado River or to climb mountains in Tanzania, but they always miss the kids enough to come home before long.  They donate thousands of dollars to end world hunger every year, and they fundraise millions more.  Someday they’ll retire.  Someday after that they’ll die.  For now, however, they’re alive, and that’s enough.  

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Jughead x reader 

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Requested: Anonymous said: I need some good Juggie writing in my life. That boy is just on my mind and here’s what I’m thinking. Maybe like your from the Southside and you’ve met Juggie before and his dad jokes around saying that you and his boy would be perfect and then like your family or just like you move from the south side to Riverdale and you really start to know Juggie better. Maybe under that tough outside she’s a huge fluff and loves to hug and cuddle

A/N: So willing to do a part two if you guys want!!!

Words: 3634

Warnings: Mentions of bulling


Originally posted by admireforever

Jug and I had been friends since I could remember which made everyone speculated our relationship but we always remained friends. It was only until recently that I had started developing feelings for Jughead but I kept them suppressed in fear of ruining our friendship, I mean who wants to lose their best friend over some stupid emotions.

 Today I left school and went straight to the trailer park and turned a right going towards Jug’s trailer instead of mine. I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door but my expression dulled as Fp opened the door. “Hey Mr. Jones.” I grinned and stepped inside as he motioned for me to come in.

 “Hi Y/N, Jug will be home in a few seconds, I was actually just heading out, so no funny business while I’m gone okay?” He chuckled and pulled on his coat.

 “It’s not like that Mr. Jones.” I groaned as he laughed at me.

 “Well it could easily be like that with you two, you never leave each other alone.” He chuckled and shook his head. Jughead walked in just as Fp reached for the door to leave which made Fp laugh again, “Bye you love birds,” he said between laughs, “remember, no funny business.” He called as he closed the door behind him.

 Jughead turned to face me with a confused look washed over his face I shrugged and stepped towards him enveloping him in a hug. “How was school?” He mumbled into my shoulder then pulled away to my expression, I shrugged again and sighed which made him frown and push back the hair falling in my face. “That bad?” He sighed and dropped his bag to the floor.

 I had always gone to South Side High and Jug had always gone to Riverdale High which didn’t really matter but lately these kids in my class kept tormenting me, writing disgusting notes all over my locker, books and desks. Sometimes they would try physically hurt me and one group of boys often tried to corner me and have their way. I was moving to Riverdale High tomorrow and to say I was excited was an understatement, I was so glad that I was escaping the torture.

 “Don’t worry, with me around tomorrow no one will hurt you.” He grinned and pulled me into another hug.

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Casual Soulmate AU that I’m just gonna leave here

So what if you were born knowing the time you realised your Soulmate was your Soulmate, like not the time you met but the time you realised it was them? 

  • Bitty was born knowing the time 8:45am
  • It was a pretty common time of day so he always knew the likelihood of him finding them anytime soon was pretty low
  • Come on, 8:45 was train times, the first bell before 9am classes, and so on. Times when you meet people
  • Maybe once he was older and 8:45 would be the time he went to work, that’s when he was going to realise that that coworker he was close to was the love of his life
  • So when he got to Samwell and his orientation for Hockey started at 8:45 he wasn’t surprised. 
  • In fact, it felt a little like a joke to be honest
  • But he couldn’t help but carefully watch his new teammates to see if any of them seemed likely. 
  • He found they all had something he really liked, but all platonic. Besides, they all had their own soulmates already. 
  • Well most of them, the team’s Captain, Jack Zimmerman, seemed to have found his soulmate in hockey. If that was even possible. 
  • In fact, that’s a common chirp amongst the Hockey bros
  • So Bitty resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t find his SO anytime soon
  • As time passed every so often Bitty would think that maybe at 8:45, just before a 9am lecture he would realise it was that guy who sat next to him and he’d rush over
  • And as he grows closer to Jack he started to think “What if it were a trip back from Annie’s with coffee I’d realise it was him?” 
  • As much as he tries to suppress his growing feelings for Jack (Because it obviously wasn’t him) he can’t help but hope and fall for him
  • Then in Jack’s final year, one day while they’re making breakfast at 8:40 they somehow end up on the discussion of soulmate times. 
  • It’s rude to ask people who haven’t met their SO’s time but Bitty is chatting with Jack, Shitty and Lardo, Ransom and Holster, who have each other.
  • “So how did you guys know for sure it was them?” 
  • “Well who else are you going to be hanging out with at 4:20am?” Shitty laughs. 
  • “I needed glitter in the next thing I know Shits has three different colours and it was suddenly oh so clear.” Lardo explains at Bitty’s raised eyebrow
  • “Ours was 4:53pm. Pretty random but like, in the middle of the day. It could literally have been anything that made us realised.” Ransom mumbles 
  • “Then how did you know?” Bitty asks
  • “Rans kept almost missing his 5pm lectures because he always napped at 4, so I always woke him up around 10 to 5, and one time he said ‘what would I do without you?’ and we just knew.” Holster grinned at Ransom. 
  • “The eco system would fail” Ransom said soppily. 
  • “Y’all are lucky, 8:45 is pretty much a time when you see people. Nothing spectacular happens then, and it’s just such a common time! - Jack, could you turn off the timer?” 
  • The timer had gone off and instead of turning it off Jack just stared at Bitty. 
  • “Jack?” Bitty asked as he turned to turn the time off on the oven, only to notice the time display on the cooker. 
  • 8:45am flashing at him
  • “Oh.” He looked up at Jack. Who was staring straight back at him. “Oh.” 
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go to Annie’s for a coffee?” Jack asked hesitantly. 
  • “Sure.” Bitty is obviously in shock but also so freaking happy because Jack in love with hockey Zimmerman is his soulmate
  • The other four sit there for a moment and then - 
  • “We just witnessed something beautiful” 
  • Shitty probably cries tbh 
  • Poor zimbits get chirped endlessly for it though
I'll Be A Better Man Today (2) - Reggie Mantle X Reader

Summary: part two to ‘better man’. reggie attempts to win his girl back, but it backfire spectacularly.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, like one swear word.
A/N: there will be a part three to this. the inspiration just flowed when i started writing, and it’s been a while since that happened so i’m going with it. hope you like it!

**

The week passed by painfully slow. Every day meant another attempt by Reggie as he tried his best to win you back. Tuesday morning saw him waiting outside your house in his Jeep, waiting for you. The car hummed quietly, the radio playing a selection of your favourite songs. You spotted him the moment you stepped out the front door. You froze, not expecting to have to face him just yet. He smiled cautiously out the window, and waved.

You turned on your heels and reentered the house. After a few uncertain seconds, he saw you leave - with a set of keys hanging from one hand. Without sparing him a second glance, you unlocked your fathers sleek silver Ford and got into the drivers seat, tossing your backpack into the passenger side, and starting up the engine. Reggie’s car blocked your exit; you met his gaze, expectantly. His face fell, and he pulled away from the kerb. You turned out the opposite way; it would take longer to get to school this way, but you took that route anyway. Reggie was in the parking lot, Moose by his side, and he waved again as you parked, on the other side of the lot. You walked towards the building, not looking back once.

But Reggie wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He waited outside your math class, and walked alongside you toward your english, and then sat down next to you at lunch. Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica looked a little surprised, exchanging glances, what should we do?

They didn’t have to do anything. You simply got up and left, disappearing into the large crowd of students in a matter of seconds. Reggie groaned and lay his head on the table. He glanced up at Jughead, and Archie immediately tensed. Jughead shot him a sideways look, but Reggie just left.

**
You weren’t sure if you were more annoyed or secretly happy that Reggie was, once again, waiting for you Wednesday morning. You followed the same routine as the previous day; ignoring him, getting in the car, ignoring him, driving to school, parking, ignoring him, and going to class. However, Reggie knew it was time to start stepping up his game.

He waited by your locker at eleven am with a cup full of your favourite coffee. You slammed the door; ‘I just had one.’ Reggie’s shoulders slumped, and he dumped the coffee in the first trashcan he came upon. That evening, he got your favourite Pop’s order and brought it to your house - after an extremely generous tip he convinced Pop to break the takeaway rule - and again, your dad had to open the door.

'Did he hurt you in any way?’ He asked you, later, as he devoured the meal meant for you. You shook your head, running your hands through your hair. 'No, not me,’ you muttered, looking down at the table.

'He seems like a sweet boy,’ your dad told you. He is, you think, just not to everyone.

**

Thursday morning, and Reggie waited for you again. You ignored him, again. Halfway through the day and the only gift you’d received was a handwritten note shoved through the open vent in your locker. It read 'you look beautiful today. love you, r x’. Crumpling it in your fist, you’d nearly thrown it away, but changed your mind at the last second, instead tucking it into your personal journal. You were wary; was he giving up?

No, of course not. Cheryl and Moose ambushed you on your way to science, and dragged you off to the gym. You protested, the whole way there, but Cheryl shut you up with a snippy retort about how much she knew you hated the class. The gym was empty, save for the entire squad of River Vixens, clad in their cheer uniforms, and Reggie, who was earnestly talking to Betty and Veronica. Both looked unsure, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably.

'Reggie! The guest of honour is here!’ Cheryl called, cheerful. The tall boy turned, a face splitting grin brightening his face the moment his eyes fell on you. For a moment, you almost smiled back - you forced it back, turning to the redhead on your left. 'Cheryl, what is this?’

'Sit, sit!’ She insisted, pushing you toward the bleachers and giving you a shove so you hit the bench, hard. 'Ouch!’ She rolled her eyes, and stalked back towards her squad. You climbed a few benches further up, Moose settling next to you. 'Do you know what this is?’ You asked, nerves writhing like snakes in your belly. He simply smirked.

'Okay, ladies! Lets go!’

Music filled the airy room, a high-tempo, upbeat rhythm, and the cheerleaders began to dance. You stared, not sure about what was going on. You could feel Reggie’s dark brown eyes on you, never once moving anywhere else. You kept your own eyes on the girls. The music quietened down, and they began to chant.

All the blood in your face drained away, embarrassment overwhelming you. The urge to cringe was almost painful; when you risked a glance in Reggie’s direction, he was blushing, a bashful smile on his lips.

'1, 2, 3, 4, who does Reginald adore?

5, 6, 7, 8, (Y/N), don’t say it’s too late!’

The squad finished their routine, bowing, Cheryl clearly pleased by their - or her own - performance, if the smug smile and flip of her long red hair was anything to go by. The music stopped. Silence stretched out endlessly; you could have heard a pin drop. Betty and Veronica were watching you - well, they all were, Reggie looked nervous but hopeful, Cheryl and the squad expectant. But Betty and Veronica were watching you with concern in their eyes. After a long moment, you stood up, shakily. 'That was really, really great, girls. Well done,’ your voice was strangled, and the hopeful look dropped off Reggie’s face. You headed straight for the exit. Footsteps followed - three sets, one you recognised as Reggie’s, the other two lighter, Betty and Veronica.

'Just - give me a minute with her, please!’ Reggie pleaded with the girls - you heard them sigh, giving in.

You rounded a corner, into the empty hallway. Reggie caught up with you, skidding to a halt in front and grabbing you by the shoulders. 'Wait, (Y/N), just talk to me-’

He was slightly out of breath, his hair falling over his forehead endearingly - you snapped. ’Talk to you? What do you want me to say? What the - what the fuck was that?’ Reggie cringed at the curse as it slipped from your mouth - you only ever swore when you were pissed beyond belief.

'I’m trying to prove to you how much I love you!’

You rolled your eyes; 'That’s not-! Ugh!’ Frustration hit you like never before, how could he still be so blind?

'Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it, baby, please,’ he begged, trying to drag you closer to him, but you resisted, standing your ground.

'I told you! I asked you, a million times, to stop being such an ass to Jughead and everyone else you think is 'lower’ than you!’ You yelled, really losing your temper now. Not caring if someone heard, you kept going. 'You said you would but you never did! Is it really so hard to treat people as human beings, Reg? That’s all I wanted! I can’t date a bully!’

The words were like a slap to the face for the football player, the last one in particular. But he knew he couldn’t deny it; he was a jerk toward certain people, at this point, it was just a habit. He knew you and Jughead were friends, and, okay, maybe he was a little jealous of your friendship so maybe he had pushed the school loner a little harder than usual.

As what you said really hit you, you looked away and suddenly found more tears burning behind your eyes. You were sick of crying, sick of pining after Reggie. He wanted to know how to get you back? Well, now he knew. The ball was in his court. 'Get your shit together, and then we can talk,’ you said finally, firmly. You walked away. Reggie let you, still feeling guilty as he thought back on all the times he knocked Jughead into a locker, called him something nasty, even punched the smaller boy. He stood, alone in the hallway, until the next bell sounded out, and students poured from the mouths of classroom like prisoners from a cell. He didn’t even realise until the sea of bodies began shoving past him, and then he snapped back to reality. Turning, he slammed straight into the one and only Jughead Jones.

Automatically, he opened his mouth to snap at him - then, he thought of you, and closed it again.

'Sorry, man, that was my bad,’ he said, quietly, seeing the look of absolute shock on Jug’s face. His eyes widened, and he asked if Reggie was feeling okay. The taller boy laughed. 'Honestly? No.’ He shook his head and looked down. Discomfited at the sadness in Reggie’s face, he struggled to think of something to say - not for his sake, though. For yours, for his best friend.

'Look, man, if this is about (Y/N)…’ something like pain flashed in deep brown eyes and Jughead wished he’d bitten his tongue off instead of speaking. He shook his head, mumbling an apology. Reggie called him back, voice brighter all of a sudden. 'I think I know how to fix things.’

Reggie was planning something big, Jughead could tell. He’d known him a long, long time, and the calculating look that had replaced the sadness on his face made him nervous.

'Oh, no,’ Jughead said emphatically, 'why do I have a feeling this fixer-upper involves me?’

Reggie smiled. Yeah, he knew what he had to do.

so cold 03 / min yoongi

Originally posted by yoonmin

summary: after a week someone decided’s to show up at you dorm

note: the last part of the so cold, I hope this part is just as good as  the other two were

part 01 | part 02 


after countless days of just sleeping you managed to pick yourself up. the pain was still there but thinking about it either to stay still and not move or to overcome everything and forget about this past week made you very anxious. because part of you knew that you probably won’t let this go so easily. but the other part it felt like someone else was pushing you to stand up and back on your feet.

so you choose to get up and start fresh. with no worries not even a single thought about him. 

going into the bathroom you already knew what kind of a mess you were going to face. you. if these past few days have been the worst, well today you looked even worse. messy hair, unwashed while your face was so badly swollen. honestly you just didn’t care at all the way you looked. however since today was the day you’re finally going back to college you started a shower. washing your hair, face and body felt like you were erasing someone old you couldn’t recognize and a newer better of version was in front of the mirror. now standing with washed hair you put on an outfit, packed everything in your backpack and were off to college.


walking into your first lesson of the day was pretty normal. no one really asked where you were which was a good thing since you didn’t want to bring the past events back up. it’s not that you didn’t have friends. you did, but these people in your class were just your classmates and you would only hang with them in school. however you hated all of them. especially girls they were always bitching about other girls and talking about boys. that’s why you only had guy friends, that way there was no drama involved in your life. well now it is.

the college finished and you were now heading back to your dorm. stepping into the car you plugged in the key ready to start it when a figure pops beside your window. 

‘’y/n can you give me a ride home pleaseeeeeeee?’’ it was Jimin. one of yoongi’s best friends. the only time you would hang around with the other guys would be at yoongi’s house. usually you all would play beer pong or any sort of game that you found quite stupid. but at least you had fun and a good laugh out of everything.

‘’uh..sure jimin’’ you said and he ran on the other side of the car opening the door and sitting in ,throwing his bag on the back seats

‘’jimin buckle up your belt’’

‘’oh right sorry…’’ and as soon as he did that you started the car and drove of to his house. the silence was kind of awkward since you two hadn’t talked in about two weeks. that’s also the same amount of time you haven’t spoken to yoongi. you were thinking if maybe he mentioned anything to his other hyungs about you but praying that he didn’t. your friendship was over and that was it.

‘’how are you?’’ jimin asked turning his body to you. jimin was the same as ever his snapback that held that black messy hair in place, his gorgeous eyes and those lips that you were so always jealous of. jimin and you did talk quite a lot actually but since that day you haven’t spoke to him in a little while.

‘’been better you?’’ you answer quickly your eyes still facing on the road ahead of you. jimin lived about 15 minutes away from you. all of the guys lived about the same amount away and then you would all meet at yoongi’s house to chill. you wished that the ride would be short but today was one of the days it just had to be a huge traffic jam. 

‘’i’m good.’’ he says and you could feel his gaze on you. you pretty soon noticed he was looking at your face. so you turned your head to him as another red light popped up.

‘’can I help you?’’

‘’yeah actually I was just wondering…were you crying today?’’

and there it is. he noticed. he noticed something is up with you. you quickly bite the inside of your cheeks controlling your tears while turning your head away from him. honestly it doesn’t really matter if jimin knows or not but you don’t want to tell him your side of the story, you’ve been in pain long enough and don’t want to relive those moments.

‘’uh..jimin here we are’’ before you know it you two were outside of jimin’s house. you saw some movements from the kitchen’s window and noticed shadows moving in there as the music was blasting. you stopped the car waiting for jimin to get out but he insisted on you answering him.

right as you were about to tell him that you just had an allergy on something the door to his house opened and on the porch stepped yoongi. your eyes wide spread, heart pounding just like the last time not know what to do you quickly reach over to jimin opening his door saying ‘’get out please’’. he didn’t obey so you practically had to yell at him until he almost flew out of your car.

quickly closing the door you put in reverse and started going back on the road. in your mirror you saw yoongi’s face shocked and sad. as you were about to drive off you saw him running to your car, hearing your name being called over and over again.

‘’y/n please stop the car! wait I need to talk to you! we can fix this please…’’ 

but you were off.


you were at your dorm now sitting on the bed watching some series on your computer. you didn’t really think back at what happened 3 hours ago, since it could make you upset again so you distracted yourself with something else.

the weather outside changed so fast and it became gloomy. it started raining, large amounts of rain drops were now falling down from the sky and it became quite chilly. you moved your laptop away from you, getting out from the bed and stepping to your window. you decided to close it since it was pretty cold but as you were closing it you saw a person standing in the rain. drenched wearing all black clothes. then it clicked it was him. yoongi. if this wasn’t enough your heart started racing even harder when your heard your phone going off. reaching out to it and looking back up at yoongi, you noticed he was the one calling you. fighting with yourself not knowing if you should pick up or not you decided to do it.

‘’y/n? y/n please let me in…I…I want to talk to you it’s important please..’’ you could feel sadness in his voice and a few sobs escaping his lips. that made you start crying in seconds. you still cared so much about him no matter how many times you tried telling yourself you will never ever talk to him again. 

‘’the door’s open’’ you said closing the window and sitting back on the bed. you put your phone down, covering yourself in blankets like you were trying not to face the problem coming your way. what does he want? what are you going to say? why? so many questions were going through your mind and you needed answers.

hearing the footsteps approaching you twisted the blanket in your hand even harder, heart still pounding as if it’s going to explode out of your chest. he flung open the doors just like he always did. you kind of missed that, the way he would just barge in without telling you when he’ll come and then you two would have long conversations about nonsense.

‘’hi…’’ he started off slowly, his hair dripping wet making spots on your carpet.

‘’oh shit..’’ he hissed, looking that he’s making a mess on your floor.

‘’it’s okay’’ you shortly said and that made him look up to you. you couldn’t look away from him. his face was just as swollen as yours if not even worse. traces of tears were on it and unlike you he was lacking lots of sleep. all you wanted to do now was to run up to him and hug him, stay in his hug forever as his strong arms were giving you a feeling of protection. you wanted him to stroke your hair while you would put your head in the crook of his neck, smelling his signature perfume. it would always be like this, whenever you had a bad time or if he had. you two would be hugging for hours in complete silence which was normal for the two of you. 

still looking at him you couldn’t help but to cry as well.

‘’don’t cry please…’’

‘’how can I not cry…you broke me yoongi…the past two weeks, i’ve spent nothing but sleeping, I wonder how I’m even alive after all of this.’’ you said this in between sobs. letting all of your emotions go you didn’t care anymore how you looked in front of him.

‘’y/n…I’m so sorry for everything..I never meant to hurt you and make you feel upset is just that…I don’t know why I was acting like that but…’’ he trailed off wiping his tears with his sleeve.

‘’i realized something y/n…I’m…I’m in love with you too..’’ 

looking up at him you couldn’t believe what you had just heard. is he making all of this up just to make you feel better? or he actually means it. either way you are about to find out.

‘’stop with the bullshit yoongi…just because you feel sorry now doesn’t mean you can say such things…’’

‘’but I really mean it I swear y/n..you have no idea how hard it was but this week I realized everything. my other half. my better other half. i can’t be without you at all, you make me happy. so fucking happy y/n. and I love you…not as a friend, or a best friend but as something more..’’

‘’no yoongi…this is just a big no…i cannot believe you…why were you acting so cold to me then huh? and you even got a girlfriend what’s that all about then huh?’’ you were now standing up facing him with your whole body. you two were inches away from each other’s faces and you could feel the tension in the room.

‘’i just… I freaked out okay…I..uh..I was trying to tell you the same and when you told me first I was scared because I just didn’t know what to do, you’re my everything and I started fearing that if we would be together things might not go well and…then I was at some random bar where I met that girl and that was the way I was trying to forget about you but I couldn’t…you mean so much to me I don’t know what I was thinking y/n…’’

‘’yoongi I…’’ you were lost for words, part of you still confused but a part of you understood. and then his face grew inches and inches closer to yours. you backed away a little while his body was moving to you. before you knew it you bumped into the bed, yoongi’s hands catching you, while now you could feel his hot breath on your face. and bam. he smashed his lips onto yours but he didn’t move them. he just stayed like that waiting for you to kiss back. but you pushed him away, however he didn’t stop. grabbing you again he forced his lips onto yours, putting his hands on your wrists holding them up in the air while backing you against the wall. 

and then you just gave in.

you started kissing him back hands moving to his back, not caring that he was still wet from the rain. your hands tangled into his hair while he put his hands on your waist, pressing into you. you two kept kissing and it felt like you wouldn’t stop. after a while you to broke off and you just stared back into his eyes, slowly a tear slipped by across his cheeks you quickly taking your thumb wiping it off. he took you up in his arms placing you on your bed while he climbed behind you, spooning you into his figure.

‘’i’m sorry you were lonely…I’m mad at myself for not coming sooner but I just didn’t know…’’ he quietly said

‘’shhh..it’s okay now..everything’s okay..’’ you said back to him. yoongi was also someone who didn’t know how to control his emotions, so you understood him not thinking about anything else but just him.

and you two stayed like that for the rest of the night, both not broken and not lonely, and again you felt happy just like you did before. with yoongi by your side.

untitled //13RW//

Originally posted by stillthesamesarah

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Pairing(s): Jeff Atkins x Reader (mentioned), Zach Dempsey x Cousin!Reader, O/M/C x Twin!Sister!Reader, Hannah Baker x Best Friend!Reader.
Requested?: N/A
Request: N/A
Warnings:  Attempted Suicide, angst, cursing
Word Count: 3378
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Reader has two siblings, a younger sister around 10-11-ish named Kaylee and a twin brother without a name. Also, this took me like over a month and I’m so sorry about that, writer’s block problems.
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Time After Time (1/1)

Inspired by this post.

Emma is a Traveler, able to travel through time but unable to control it. Killian is her Taler, always there to greet her and keep her from being alone while out of her time. Neither of them know how it works but they don’t mind so much as long as they have each other. A Captain Swan AU. 

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Warning: Mentions of character death.


The first time they met they were the same age.

Emma had known it could happen at any moment but that hadn’t made her any more ready for when it actually did.  Her parents had explained over and over what to expect for her first trip.  They had made it sound fun, exciting, something only a teeny tiny amount of people were able to do.  What they hadn’t told her was how dizzy she would feel, or that her mouth would be filled with the taste of cinnamon, or that she couldn’t be sure that her eyes would stay in her head.

“The year is 1648.  Hi, my name is Killian and I’m your Taler and… and why are your eyes closed?”

“I don’t want my eyes to fall out,” Emma whispered, unsure if she would start crying or throw up.  She was leaning towards throwing up, it would be less embarrassing.

“Your eyes?  Why would your eyes fall out?  Do they give you some sort of fanciful eyes from your time?  Is that something that happens then?  People’s eyes popping out?”

“No!” Emma snapped.  Her eyes opened against her will to glare at the boy, Killian she remembered, who was talking too much, “My eyes are just eyes idiot.”

“Oh, they are,” Killian frowned, apparently disappointed in her normal green eyes.

He looked like all the other boys that were in her fifth grade class at school except for his clothes looked like something from her history book.  Killian was skinny, his hair black and all over the place, and his eyes were blue as far as she could tell since he was squinting at her funnily.  She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oy, that’s not very nice!” He stuck his tongue back out at her. “I’m trying to welcome you like a gentleman and you’re being very rude.”

“A gentleman?” She scoffed, “You’re not old enough to be a gentleman.”

“I’ll be eleven next winter, I’ll have you know, and Papa said that you have to be a gentleman around ladies.  Even when they won’t treat you like one,” Killian scowled and then seemed to realize that it wasn’t gentlemanly behavior.  He smiled at her, wide and fake, “I’m your Taler, the year is 1648 and I hope your trip wasn’t terribly awful.”

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Guilty (Alex Standall)

Title: Guilty.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request:  Can you do one where Alex won’t let anyone pass the tapes to the reader(she is the 14th tape) because he doesn’t want her to get hurt but Clay passes them anyway. Then Alex freaks out on Clay and Alex let’s slip that he loves her and he couldn’t hurt her. And clay tells the reader because he doesn’t want Alex to suffer how he did when Hannah died so the reader confronts him and Alex kisses her.                  

Word Count: 1,421 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: You’re one of the reasons why.

Warning: It’s not something in specific, I just think you should be warned for this one.

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. This meant something to me, it’s deep and I liked it.

“Who has the tapes?” Courtney asked Jessica walking down the hallway.

“As far as I heard, Jensen had them. Then it’s Y/n’s, Bryce’s and Porter’s.” She said a little serious and Courtney limited herself to nod. She knew from the tapes that Jessica didn’t like to talk about Bryce even when lately she spent some time with him.

“Hey.” Alex joined them and Courtney waved her hand. “Do you now who’s listening to the tapes right now?”

“It’s funny because I just asked that. Clay has them.” Courtney said and Alex got serious.

“What are you doing about that?” Jessica asked him. She knew the truth.

Days before on a moment when Alex felt weak, he spilled the tea. He liked Y/n. And this time, her tape was next. Clay needed to pass the tapes and she was going to hear Hannah’s truth. And just like it, Alex had his truth about the situation. When Hannah died, he knew how much she suffered for her. And how guilty she felt for leaving her alone. Alex helped, but she didn’t talk about Hannah anymore, or the situation, she had no idea about the tapes.

“I don’t know, I just-” He shut himself and continued looking down. “I need to tell Clay to pass the tapes to the next one.”

“Why?” Courtney asked and Alex turned to see Jessica.

“He likes Y/n and you know, he wants to avoid the traumatic event for her.” She admitted and Alex gave her a weak smile. “Unfortunately, no one did that. Justin didn’t avoid me to hear the tapes. I didn’t avoid Courtney to listen to hers, we didn’t avoid Clay to hear them and now he’s going around spilling everything.”

“There must be something I can do for her.” Alex continued, Jessica moved around Courtney and she got in front of Alex.

“You need to stop everything with Clay,” Courtney told him and went to her class.


“My advice is what I told you the other day.” Jessica leans against the wall. “The only thing you can do is be by Y/n’s side once she hears her tape.”

Alex stayed there watching Jessica go away. He felt confused, and everything in his head was blurry. He only had her picture in mind, her tears stuck in her cheeks while something was stuck in her throat making her cry louder. He had her voice around. Her sweet sound surrounding him, which quickly turned to be something complementing her picture of her crying.

Then he saw the only answer he had come to his locker. Clay Jensen.

“Clay!” Alex shouted and Clay turned to see him. “Can we talk?”

“Why?” Clay asked taking his books to his backpack.
“Is about the tapes.” Alex spills and Clay nods.

“Ok, say it.”

“Can you stay with the tapes?” Alex asked not knowing if he should explain about Y/n which finally will end on how much he likes her, or if he should make a new story, or not even say her name in the conversation.

“What?” Clay wonder quite surprised. “Some days ago you didn’t want me to have them, and now you’re asking me to keep them? What’s the truth?”

“Which one are you listening to? Which tape.” Alex continued avoiding to say the name who he kept hiding between words.

“I already pass them.”

Alex got nauseous. Fuck. Clay wasn’t that stupid. What if she already was listening to them? What if she hated him already because of the fucking list? What if…?



It wasn’t hours the ones she took listening to the tapes that arrived at night. Probably she heard them all at once before falling asleep, and the information got so stuck in herself that she needed to listen to them again. She didn’t come to the first class listening to her tape in particular. It was all her fault. That’s why later Hannah stopped talking. And she called Hannah “Crazy” and other certain words who weren’t too nice for someone who was raped the night before.
Her tape was simple, but it was terrible. Y/n invited her to Bryce’s party. She took her, and almost put her in the same place where everything happened. Y/n went there to talk with Zach and left Hannah alone in the middle of that. It was her fault. Hannah Baker was dead because Y/n killed her. In class, she felt sick. She threw up in the bathroom after two bites of some chocolate she found somewhere in her backpack. She threw up every bad thing she had done at the moment. She deserved it. Her nails were half shorter than the day before, her hair looked a mess, and her hands kept shaking. Someone in the hallway told her about how her eyes looked swollen after crying too much, but they were afraid to know the answer. She was afraid too.

She went out the bathroom after taking some pills and continued crying for half an hour. She came outside the library in the middle of the trees and sat there. She was silent, and she felt she needed to stay like that for Hannah.

“Y/n.” She heard Clay’s voice near her and she turned to see him.

“What Jensen?” She claimed.

“Can you give me the tapes back? I want to hear them again.”

“Who would want to listen to that again?” She laughed a little in a sarcastic way. She heard her tape like 20 times already, so she could hear better how she was the one to blame for everything.

“Did you already hear them, right?” She nodded and continued watching the grass around her.

“Why do you even care?” She stood up rushed by the conversation and got in front of him.

“Because I think we need to stay together now that these tapes exist.” He excused and she looked down.

“Of course not, you’re not even in the tapes for something you did. Can you leave me alone? You’ve never cared about me.”

“Okay, maybe I’m not the one you should stick to, maybe you should just go with someone who cares. Someone who really cares about you, y/n.” He touched her shoulder and she frowned. “Alex Standall.”

“What?”

“Yes, he cares about you.” Clay continued trying to get her to understand the idea. “I know I may have said too much, but you need to know it. You said I didn’t do anything to Hannah. Yes, that’s why I’m there. Because I never told her how much she meant to me, and I know how you must be feeling, but you have someone you mean the world to, and he definitely needs you here.”

Clay’s words were painful. Tough. And true. She never knew she meant something to him, but it was true that she had a certain connection with him. They had each other’s back, but with all these thoughts around her, his name never came up.

“Thank you, Clay.”



What if he was wrong? What if Clay messed up everything he had with Y/n? It was a completely bad situation. When Clay told him about Y/n having the tapes, he felt his world was ruined. He slipped how much he loved her, and how he wanted to protect her.

“Standall.” A cracked voice interrupted his walking to the class he was already late. “I’m sorry.”

And right before he turned around, she fell to the floor crying. He ran to hold her, and even some dudes were staring, they stayed like this.

“I killed Hannah Baker.” Y/n said and he denied quickly pulling her to his chest in a hug.

“You didn’t do that, love. Don’t say that.” He touched her hair slowly and then hold her face.

“I’m a killer, how can you still talk to me?” She cried louder, and he felt his heart aching just of seeing her like this.

“I’m the one who wrote that list, I’m as guilty as you.” She touched his cheek and looked at the situation.

Two teenagers who were assumed to know Hannah Baker were spotted crying on the floor instead of going to class. She was pale, he was crying too. She had a rotten smell, and he still holds her like if those were her last minutes, maybe yes. At least, that’s how she felt.

From all sudden, they kissed. Like nothing else mattered, just like they needed each other’s pain to turn it to medicine. Just like each other’s eternity turning to seconds.

It was okay.

Don’t you forget about me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Jody, Alex, Claire

Warnings: Angts, smut.

Word Count: 1800 (approximately)

A/N: I’ve written this for the #Bailey’sBirthdayChallenge, by @jayankles / @buckysmetallicstump. The episode I chose is 11.12, Don’t You Forget About Me.
I hope you like it!


We understand that we made a mistake only after we did. Well, it’s a normal thing though unfair. If we could understand that what we are about to do is a mistake before committing it, our lives would be different.
Dean Winchester. He’s my mistake. Or at least, love him is my mistake.
Me and Dean, we’ve never been together, not ‘officially’. But it was a while since he and I had approached; we were happy together, sometimes he kissed me, I kissed him.
Then everything has changed. Then it came Amara. And he and I moved away; the worst thing about loving someone, is that person thinks of someone else who is not you. And it hurts, see Dean, finally free from the Mark of Cain, lose his head for a woman who is not me.
And so I decided to take the distance; no more romantic dinners, no more sleep in the same bed, no more kissing. Until last night.
While I was in the library, and he was in his bed, Dean got up and came to me, and kissed me, with a passion I had never seen in him. And I wanted to push him away, away from me, yelling at him that he shouldn’t have done it; but I didn’t stop him. And we made love, there, on the table. For the first time.
But it was a mistake, and I understood it only after committing it.
Tonight, he and I slept in the same bed, as if things were back to how they were before bitter. But it is not so; I know, he doesn’t.
This morning, while Dean slept again, I got up fast from his bed, and I hid in my room, in my bathroom, under the boiling water that flowed from the shower.
What have I done? I repeat. We shouldn’t have.
Remorse is almost killing me; I know that, at the bottom of my heart, I don’t regret last night, but to have left him alone to fight a war against a woman who doesn’t really love, against someone who eventually wants him dead. But how can I resist this? To him who thinks of her, to him that.. whispers her name during the night? When instead he should whisper mine?
As I think of all this, I didn’t realize my action, and when I return to reality, I find myself sitting near the table in the kitchen, while Sam is telling Dean that a few minutes earlier, he received a call from Claire, for something strange that happened in the city where she lives with Alex and Jody. It’s been a while since we don’t see them, and maybe spend some time with girls, it might calm me down.
Dean and I are not talking for the rest of the day, neither during the trip, nor when we arrive at Jody’s house.
The girls are happy to see us, each of them embraces ourselves; Alex and Claire smile while talking to Sam and Dean, while Jody keeps staring at me. She immediately understands that something is wrong. I smile at her, to reassure her, even if she doesn’t need much.
During the dinner that Jody has prepared for us, a strange conversation takes the street: Alex wants to have sex with a guy with whom he comes out.
Jody is shocked by what she has just heard, while the Winchesters do nothing but stare at each other, embarrassed by the situation they are in.
I remain silent when Jody, after listening to Alex’s words, turns to look upset Sam and Dean, looking with their help.

“They won’t be able to help Jody.” I say annoyed in a low voice; but unfortunately they all hear, and turn towards me. Dean stares at me by raising the eyebrows, asking me with the look what it means what I just said.
“Don’t look at me like that; as if you had lost your virginity to thirty years.”
Sam and Dean remain open-mouthed, but at this moment it’s as if the room was just me and Dean, that we keep staring at us. I hear Claire laughing under the mustache, and when I look away from Dean, I turn to Jody, who looks at me with monitory look.
“Come on, I didn’t say she had to fuck Jack!”
“..Henry.“ says Claire in a low voice, making me notice that I was mistaken for the name of the boy with whom Alex comes out.
“Henry. I just said to the only people you don’t have to ask for advice, they’re them.”
“Why?”
“Are you kidding Dean? You fuck with at least one girl in every city that we go.”
This time, Claire and Alex laugh. And Sam too. How did I get to this strange topic?
“I’ve fucked you tonight. It didn’t seem like you complained.”
I remain speechless by listening to Dean’s words; the silence looms in the room, while I furiously watch Dean, ready to punch him straight on his nose. When I try to say something, Jody speaks instead of me.
“The mash is finished. I’m going to get more mashed.”
Jody rises from the table, and lowering the gaze, I make a deep breath to try to hold back the tears that slowly form in my eyes. Without saying any words, I get up from the table, and apologizing to everyone, I go out to take some air.
How can be such an asshole Dean? He could have avoided saying.. something like that. Maybe I was wrong to talk that way to him.. another mistake that I couldn’t avoid.
“You’re all right?”
I turn, and I see Sam approaching me; I remain silent, and he, realizing that I just want to be comforted without words, he wraps his arms around me, and I squeeze strong to him. I start crying quietly, while Sam runs a hand on my back. Nothing else happens, and Dean’s not talking anymore. Until the next day. 


For our hunt, we decided to check out the school that attending Alex and Claire, and I would point out the error of controlling the deserted corridors along with Dean.
There is no one, all the guys have come out of their classes, headed happily to the house. While Dean uses his ‘search-ghost’ to make sure there are no ghost problems, I control the classrooms. Suddenly, while I’m in a classroom, I feel Dean behind me, quietly.
I sigh, knowing that in a few seconds, he and I will start arguing again. I turn, and Dean and I are face to face, his gloomy gaze fixed on mine.
“What do you want Dean?”
“I want to know what happened between me and you.”
“Nothing. Nothing happened.”
I try to finish the conversation coming out of the room, but Dean pulls me for the wrist, and my back slams against his chest.
“So the other night..”
“A mistake. It was just a mistake.”
Suddenly, I hear Dean’s lips touching my bare skin, in the hollow of my neck; that makes me goosebumps.
“Are you sure?”
Dean’s hands move on my hips, and slowly I feel his body move mine, until I get slammed against the desk. I support my hands on the table to support me, while Dean teases my skin with kisses and bites.
“Dean..”
“Say it, Y/n. Say that you don’t want this and I stop. But please, don’t say it.”
I remain silent; the first time you make a mistake, you understand that it is only after you commit it. And then what do they say? Mistakes you learn. So why, even though I know this is a mistake, I just want Dean to continue what he’s doing?
So, I’m not saying anything, waiting for Dean to understand that my silence is a sign to keep him going.
Dean reads me into the thought, and slowly I feel his hands on my skirt, which glides upwards more and more, until I remain alone with the panties.
My breathing becomes uneven, and I close my eyes, ready for Dean. He removes my panties, and then I hear him while he unbuttons his jeans, and he lowers them.
With a single and decisive thrust, Dean enters into me; his cock immediately makes me feel full, the same sensation that I feel the previous evening. I squeeze my hands on the edges of the desk to make sure to keep me. Dean pushes me more and more into me, and he and I groan at the same time. It doesn’t hear any noise, except our moans, and Dean’s skin slamming against mine. Lifting a hand from the table, I place it behind Dean’s neck, while he continues to tease my sensitive skin, behind the ear, on the neck, to the shoulder.
“Dean.. I.. I can’t.. I’m com-”
“Damn Y/n. Me too.. Me too.”
After a couple of thrusts, I feel my body begin to tremble, and finally I come; Dean comes after me.
Our breaths are irregular, and our bodies motionless; at this moment I wish that there were no problems between me and him, that there was no darkness, that there was no Amara. After a few minutes of silence, Dean moves away from me, and he’s dressed, while I, instead, remain firm, without even taking my panties from the ground. I feel the look of Dean burning on my skin, but I try not to think about it; I try to breathe regularly, and not cry before him. Finally, after a while I move, and I dress.
"Even this was a mistake?” says Dean; I walk away from him with the face lowered to avoid his gaze. But, as he did before, he takes me by the wrist, and I turn to him. His green eyes meet mine, who are full of tears.
“Dean..”
“Look, I know it makes you sick the fact that I.. am obsessed with Amara. But I don’t want her, I want you. Why don’t you understand?”
“Do you think I don’t understand it? I love you Dean! But.. everything that you and I will say, or we’ll do as long as you have that woman in mind, for me it’s a mistake.”
Dean remains speechless before my confession; I know that he’s sick for this horrible situation, but I don’t want to suffer, no more. I turn to the exit, not before I turn around and look at Dean again.
“Tell me, who did you think before while you and I were having sex? To me, or to her?”
Dean looks at me, and opens his mouth to say something, but immediately closes it. I look away from him, and I leave the room, leaving him alone.

How does it say? Mistakes you learn. Well, I didn’t learn a fucking nothing.


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(also here on ao3, on the idea that Trini has a crush on Kim throughout the movie)

It was almost impossible not to notice Kimberly Ann Hart. Trini took notice on her first day at the school, staring from her seat at the back where of course – no one noticed her. She only learned of her name through the attendance call though based on the whispers in the hall later she would have learned it soon enough anyway.

She wasn’t sure what it was at first, taking note of Kim’s hair which was up in a ponytail that day since she had gymnastics practice later (though Trini wouldn’t learn of that fact until later), seeing how there were tiny whisps that dared to escape from the hair elastic and drew attention to Kim’s neck.

Trini was certain she was staring too hard, her face felt too hot but when she glanced around still no one was looking at the new girl. It was business, and her life, as usual. With a sigh she doodled in her notebook, refusing to look up at Kim again.

Except that she kept doing it much to her own annoyance. Biology class came around and Trini found herself always looking in Kim’s direction. One day Kim turned around and Trini stiffened, panicking slightly that she’d been caught but Kim was just turning to talk to the student behind her. Even this far away Trini could catch the light on her lip gloss.

She almost wished she’d been caught staring. Acknowledged somehow. But the day passed on and at dinner when her mother pressed her on what she did that day Trini just shrugged.

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Alone - Part 11

Warnings; violence, torture

Words; 1,731

A/N; Hey loves! I hope you all love this chapter as much as I do! Italics are flashback. Also, because this is based after Civil War and Strucker is dead, HYDRA is sectioned off into a shit ton of bases and each base has a leader and they all work together if that makes sense. Feedback is always appreciated & my ask box is always open ♡


Your mind was a mess of pain and Bucky. It was dark in the room you were kept in and you had no concept of time. Every so often, way too often, they would take you from the cold dark cement room and bring you into what looked like a high tech lab. You walked through the Lab, being dragged by large men. The scientists working would stop their work to watch you, you never understood what they found so interesting. They would take you into a room inside the Lab, it had reinforced glass walls. It was like a large glass cage for everyone to gawk at you while they tortured you. But you let them, you let them do whatever they wanted, inject you with whatever they wanted and shock you reputedly until you couldn’t remember your name. You let them do it because when you arrived they gave you an ultimatum. It was you or Bucky, and you would never let them get their hands on him again.

You could tell that they were trying to make the process faster, you could hear hushed voices talking about doubling the serum. They strapped you into a chair and put a large contraption around your head. You wouldn’t admit it but you were terrified. You knew what happened to Bucky and you knew that they were trying to do it with you. You were afraid of forgetting your friends, you were afraid you would forget him.

The doctor spoke to you. “Think about your precious Bucky.” The doctor grinned before sliding a needle into the crook of your arm.

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Hexes {Sirius Black x Reader} *REQUESTED*

This really gave me a hard time. Hopefully it’s not that bad. I tried my best, lol.

Enjoy!

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(Y/n) felt her anger boil up inside her quietly as Sirius approaches her in the courtyard. There was nothing else that could silence the raging volcano in her as she watches her boyfriend smile and laugh before waving goodbye at his friends. She had just returned from the Hospital wing after learning about what had happened to Bertram Aubrey, a Ravenclaw student Sirius hated. His head grew twice as large and it had almost given poor Madam Pomfrey a heart attack.

(Y/n) had an idea that could possibly be the reason why Sirius Black and James Potter had decided to give him that treatment and she was not letting him get away with it so easily. She balled her fists furiously as he ran towards her.

“(Y/n)!” He said, “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. Charms was awfully boring today and–”

“Really?” She said, acting as though she was interested.

“Yeah! And Professor Flitwick was–”

“Nothing interesting? No ILLEGAL HEXES THAT COULD INFLATE SOMEONE’S HEAD?!!” She shouted. Students began to look at them including some Slytherins who watched them from under a tree.

“I can’t believe you right now, Sirius.” She said, her voice low. She shook her head in disbelief while Sirius tried to explain.

“Look, (Y/n), you have to see it from my point of view. He was–”

“From your point of view? I can’t quite look at it from your twisted perspective besides mine! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?!”

“He was beginning to get too close to you.” Sirius said. Everyone had gathered around them and as much as Sirius wanted to shout at them to mind their own business, he couldn’t.

“So you hexed him, huh? Well, next time, maybe you should hex Remus too when he tutors me! Bloody hell, hex James too!”

“It’s not like that, (Y/n). You know it.”

(Y/n) looked away, her tears falling down her cheek silently. She hated crying in front of a lot of people but she hated it more when Sirius was the reason behind it. He tried to brush it away but she turned her back. He did not know why she was even defending Bertram. He saved her from a pervert so what was she mad about? He deserved it and that should make him the hero, right?

Sirius sighed and tried to speak to her gently, “Can we talk about this, please? Somewhere private? I don’t want to lose you, (Y/n).”

“Sorry, Sirius. You just did.” (Y/n) walked away, leaving him to stand alone in the middle of the courtyard with a furious expression on his face. His friends had returned after receiving news from their fellow Gryffindors about what had happened.

“Padfoot, calm down. Let’s go out, hm? Perhaps for some fresh air?” James said.

Sirius followed them without a word and as they were walking outside, all the students whispered around.

“Make them stop, Remus. Before I do something.” Sirius muttered in anger.

Remus did not say anything and took long strides, James leading them to a deserted patch of a nearby forest with a view of the lake.

As soon as they reached far enough, they sat down and Sirius began to rant while punching and kicking a tree.

“Stupid Aubrey. Posh, stupid Ravenclaw and his little smirk and stupid head. Can’t even get a girlfriend of his own so he steals mine. I bet you’re happy now, aye? Stupid, stupid–”

“Sirius, language please.” Remus said.

“–FUCKING BLOKE RUINED MY RELATIONSHIP.”

“Mm, much better.” Remus rolled his eyes.

“Padfoot, you’re hurting the poor tree. Besides, I took part in it too so it’s also my fault.” James said.

“No, no, James. He deserved it.”

“But what about (Y/n)? Did she deserve to get hurt?” Remus asked, the question lingering in the air. “She was obviously hurt about what you did. It’s not just about you hexing his head. It’s about you not trusting her.”

Sirius made no reply. It had just dawned on him the root of his problem which was mainly because he was feeling jealous and he felt like she had been spending more time with Bertram than him. He looked at his bruised knuckles which were now violet.

“So what, I apologize to her?”

“Well, yeah.”

“It’s not gonna fix anything, I’m sure. She hates me now.”

“But you haven’t even tried yet, Padfoot.” James said. After all, he was pretty much set on pursuing Lily Evans and he had never stopped no matter how much it infuriates her but Sirius only remained quiet throughout the day.

Miserable was an understatement to describe Sirius. Two days had already passed since his girlfriend broke up with him and he has been eating less. He did not participate in classes and no pranks were played for the entire week, sending Filch to celebrate at his demise. He had now realized his mistake on not trusting (Y/n) but now, he believed it was too late to take back what he had done. He spent his days depressed during detention with James and sometimes, they were even separated. Bertram Aubrey finally returned from the hospital wing but he was very traumatized and would often shake and shiver at the sight of Sirius.

He poked his food and flicked his mashed potatoes at first years, sighing constantly and pouting.

James watched him and put down his fork, leaning in to whisper at Remus.

“Moony, I think we should do something.”

“What do you suggest? Lock them in a broom closet until one of them comes out alive? I’ve told you many times, Prongs, my bet is on (Y/n).”

“No! Although, I agree on that one. But I think we should do something to help them.”

“I’m staying out of it, Prongs.”

“Look at Padfoot! He looks like a kicked out dog!”

“Because he is!”

“And look at (Y/n)!”

The two watched (Y/n) from the other side of the table, not eating as well. Her eyes were puffy as though she had spent the whole night crying and she was still wearing the necklace Sirius gave her for Valentine’s day. It was tucked out of sight under her shirt but the gold chain stood out.

“She still loves him, Moony, and so does our boy,” James whispered.

“Fine, but if she murders me, I will personally haunt you.”

“Wow, can’t wait to see what a were-ghost-wolf looks like.”

“You’re about to meet him very soon, Prongs.”

As the two constructed a plan, unbeknownst to them, Sirius had already stood up and left the hall. He was not feeling hungry so what was the point in staying at the table? He shifted into his animagus form as soon as he was out of sight and walked to the tree where he and (Y/n) would hung out on Fridays. He lied down and whined before falling a sleep.

(Y/n) gathered her things and walked outside to accompany her friends to pick out flowers. Lily had insisted they gather a bouquet to send to her sister, hoping it would cheer up (Y/n). Of course, this was all part of Remus’ plan. He knew where Sirius went after looking at the Marauder’s map and he decided to involve Lily Evans as well. The girls went out and looked around for flowers while (Y/n) stayed by the lake.

James, Remus and Peter watched her from behind a bush when a black dog approached her.

“Hello there. Where did you come from?” She petted the dog as it sat down by her side, its chin resting on her lap. “You know, you remind me of someone. His name was Sirius and he’s such a jerk sometimes but I love him, you know? I wish I hadn’t broken up with him.”

She continued talking to the dog as though it could understand her. He quite enjoyed having her rub her fingers on his head and stomach, his tail wagging uncontrollably.

“Look! He’s wagging his tail! I think it’s working!” Peter said.

“Great! Now he should know that she still loves him!” James said excitedly.

“Yeah but I feel like something’s wrong.” Remus said, watching the two closely and that’s when the three of them saw the unbelievable. Sirius was now standing behind her but the black dog remained by her side. The three were more than confused.

“I don’t know who you’re talking to but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Sirius said, kneeling down and holding her hands. “You’re right. I was a jerk and I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me, (Y/n). I still love you but it’s alright if you don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Sirius. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that in public and I’m sorry too. I just wish you’d trust me.”

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry.”

She pulled Sirius in an embrace and brushed his hair softly. “I forgive you, Sirius. Let’s not fight again, alright?”

He pulled back and placed his hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead before whispering, “So are we still dating?”

“Of course, baby.” She smiled and this time, she kissed his lips lightly which he eagerly returned.

James, Remus, and Peter went out of hiding and clapped their hands at the couple while Lily sent a bouquet of flowers to them. They pulled apart and watched their friends cheer for them before sharing another kiss.

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Phantom thieves and hogwarts houses GO

YOU JUST MADE MY DAY. HERE WE GO FAM (I’m not finished with the game so since I don’t know much about Haru we’re just gonna go through Futaba)

Starting with my best boy Ryuji Sakamoto IS A HUFFLEPUFF AND THERE IS NO ARGUMENT AGAINST IT. I will accept that Ryuji has Gryffindor qualities (bravery, not afraid of confrontation, risk-taker, etc) but that boy is NOTHING if not LOYAL. Ryuji is sunlight incarnate I will accept no other metaphor. He cares about literally everyone before he cares about himself. He literally offers to be beat up if it would make his old team feel better (pls). He is relationship-driven and his risk-taking behaviors, his confrontations, his passion for justice all come from helping out someone else. Definitely the kinda dude that would consider the house elves in a dire situation. He’s so aggressively selfless that it’s almost like “pls care about yourself first just once.” Ryuji time and time again puts other people before his personal needs and safety without a single second of hesitation. He just DOES it. And he’ll do it fifty times if you need him to. If you call him at 3am crying he’s showing up in your room, sneaking you into the Hufflepuff common room for snacks.  If you don’t have a pencil in class, he’s giving you his without mentioning it’s his only one (s’not like he was gonna do nothin’ with it anyway). You about to head into a fight he’s got no stake in? Doesn’t matter, he’s got your back. He once punched a student for making snide comments about another student’s sexuality and he has no ragrets about it. A blushin’ fool whenever someone is tender towards him cause he’s so busy being that/doing that to everyone else he doesn’t think about being on the receiving end. He’s just happy to make someone else smile, ya know? HE IS KIND. HE IS TRUE. HE IS A HUFFLEPUFF.

Akira Kurusu is 3000% a Slytherin. Dark, mysterious, smug ass mofo. A leader of his in-group (teenagers being the in-group, adults being the out-group) and thus inclusive in the sense that anyone who joins the cause can be a Phantom Thief. Where a Hufflepuff (Ryuji) might do anything for anyone they care about impulsively, a Slytherin pauses for a second, calculating–instead of diving headfirst to save Ryuji in the first palace and ending up with nothing, he hesitates and that’s when Aresene is like “so u gonna let the boy die??” and akira is like “no gimme a second there’s a fucking mask on my face.” His persona is all about MAGIC and DARKNESS if that’s not obvious enough for ya. This boy is snakey sneaky, all cunning eyes and cocky smiles and deep, mocking laughs. He knows he’s powerful and he’s not afraid to show you that he knows it. What’s wrong with knowing your own strength? Let’s not forget he is a master of interrogation. The ultimate trickster, he’s not above pulling dumb pranks on you and blaming it on a Gryffindor for its lack of complexity. He a good dude, tho, because obviously Slytherins aren’t bad. He gives his plant nutrients to make it stronger bc he likes building something up to be more than it started (most ppl would just water it but aiight dude). He’ll casually walk up behind you while you’re getting bullied, sling his arm around your shoulders, and be like “something the matter?” Totally threatening without a single verbal threat. Secretly loves bubble baths, will give you a scathing look if you even try to tease him about it tho. 

Ann Takamaki, Gryffindor extraordinaire. She starts out kinda timid but she’s actually daring af. She keeps a relationship with Kamoshida who is the worst man alive just for her friend’s sake, but she also isn’t afraid to ignore Kamoshida’s calls (hesitant =/= afraid, ok). Fiery af, Ann is liable to go off on you at any time for a bunch of really good reasons (and some just ok). Ryuji, stop being a dick. Akira, enough brooding. Morgana, shut up for once. Just as spirited as Ryuji, but his light is like warmth and hers is like scorching. Like…literally, her specialty is fire these things write themselves i swear to god. Extremely passionate, especially for the things she believes in like The Phantom Thieves, Shiho (obviously), and giving people courage to stand up for themselves. She really wants to prove herself, seen esp in her social link, and be strong for herself and others. She’s headstrong, kind to the little guy, scathing to the big guy. She’s incredibly competitive and gets into eating contests all the time in the Gryf common room (she also wins every time, especially if the food of choice is crepes). She knows she is beautiful, and is thus confident, but avoids being vain by reminding herself how each person she comes across is also beautiful (”pretty eyes, biggest heart”). Feeling insecure? Call Ann, she’ll hype you up in under ten seconds. Spend an hour with her in a crowded room and you’ll swear it was just you two the whole time. Ann is giving, courageous, and ready to fly off the handle if need be. 

Yusuke Kitagawa, my darling painter boy, is a Ravenclaw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back!!!!! Yusuke is a Ravenclaw through and through. He wants to know more, wants to expand his understanding. He’s not afraid of doing whatever it takes to achieve these things: he’ll spend hours watching the river, waiting for something to come to him, or he’ll awkwardly approach a couple in love and ask them what their love life is like (he needs to know for a painting ok it’s not a sexual thing). He is elegant and fluid and his definition of “the finer things in life” EDIT i’m dying i accidentally wrote “finger things in life” the first time depends on how much he knows about it and how much value he sees in it (for example, a cup of coffee brewed by Akira is one of the most delicious things he’s ever known, much finer than any rich person food, purely for the effort it takes to think of the beans, to make sure the water is the right temperature, etc). Gets lost in his head all the time. Has an understated air of haughty in certain situations, like he’s fully aware he’s better than u but only mentions it to remind you when it seems you’ve forgotten. Uses way too many words to describe a sneeze just because he can.  Yusuke doesn’t give a shit who you are: if you came out to him, he’d nod solemnly and then ask if he could interpret your emotions into an abstract painting (that he would then gift to you, of course). He’d ask you on museum dates, historical bus tour dates (why yusuke why), planetarium dates *cough*, even if things between you two were totally platonic. He just likes discovering, especially with someone he can bounce ideas off of. 

Makoto Nijima is, brace yourself, a Gryffindor. WHAT. yes. trust. Dis girl is POWERFUL. And you can be Ravenclaw and powerful too, no doubts about it, but just because she’s top of her class doesn’t mean she’s Ravenclaw. She studies cause she’s competitive. She’s student council president because she likes the status, the power associated with it (power to protect, to serve, not corrupt power). Makoto is also fiery like Ann, but in a different way. She doesn’t fly off the handle like Ann can; Makoto calculates first, strategizes, and then fuckin’ GOES FOR THE KILL. She’s a headshot kinda girl–take em out simply, easily, quickly (metaphorically speaking obvs she doesn’t go around killing ppl). Queen is a very apt codename because Makoto’s path is a fiery blaze of ambition and strength. She’s gonna get what she wants because she’s been working very hard for it and don’t u take that away from her u piece of shit. She’s not terribly confident though, and this sometimes makes her feel uncomfortable in the Gryf common room when everyone is talking about their achievements. She’d rather just show than tell. Not really a master of stealth (lol), Makoto is your big sister in the hallways always looking out for you. If someone breaks your heart she will literally punch them in the face (and apologize profusely afterwards, but you know she’s secretly p pleased with herself). She likes learning new things about the world, always turns it into a competition with you even if it pushes her boundaries (you two went to a strip club once and even though you put a dollar on the stage, she one-upped you by putting it in a thong, face blushing so hard but determined to overcome). Her drive and determination are her biggest, most redeemable, wonderful qualities. The rest is just the happy byproduct. 

Snarky is as Slytherin does for Futaba Sakura. This girl is a nightmare in all the best ways. Somehow she figures out your weakness just by looking at you and has the ability to absolutely destroy you in just a few words. What she doesn’t show is the literal hours of research she did on you beforehand: she bugged your robe, your wand, set up a camera in your common room…a girl’s gotta have intel, alright? Futaba is an actual mastermind of everything, but the Hat settled on Slytherin because of how Futaba intended to utilize such knowledge. She doesn’t love it for the sake of knowing it, she loves it for what power it gives her. Futuba loves the upper hand and having full view of the whole picture, so Slytherin’s innate ability to lead a situation and turn tables was a huge calling point for her. If Akira is the dark mysterious Slytherin, Futaba is the loud and out of control Slytherin who nobody messes with because she’s got dirt on everyone and the means to release it widely. She prefers to stay in her room than gather with her house or other classmates, often completing assignments from there, but no one minds because it’s not like she’s really gone. She conjures up stand ins for her and speaks through them, engaging without really engaging. Watch out for when Akira and Futaba team up tho–they’re the Slytherin version of Fred and George, conniving and ruthless when it comes to playing tricks on you. Like Akira, she’s still a good girl: she understands anxiety better than anyone and is well known for comforting students who fall into a panic attack. She struggles with social situations sometimes and no one makes mention of it, this time not because they’re afraid of her but because they care about her and they know she’d never cross a line with them, so why cross one with her? She just likes to wield information like a weapon. That’s all. >:)


I forgot Morgana lmao so you can find that here

I Have a Gun in my Bag - Min Yoonji Drabble

pairing: min yoonji (fem! yoongi) x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 968

a/n: hi lol um idk I’ve been feeling the min yoonji lately like I keep looking at fanart and trying to find drabbles or one shots but there’s literally like only one ??? this is to fulfil my own needs too pls I’ve made it so that I can continue it on and honestly like I would so if you would like me to please let me know and I’ll get straight on that, sorry I haven’t been posting lolol I suck but I’m going to post more regularly I know I say that all the time but seriously I am I have so much drafted anyways enjoy this lil thing I’ll make the parts longer if you guys want more but :))

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“A transfer student?”

“Yeah, she’s coming today.”

I stopped just before the classroom door, recognising the voices of Park Jimin, the class president, and Jung Hoseok, the emo kid who was into literature. I had to admit, I was a little intrigued by this transfer student. This was the first I heard about it, and as I stepped into the room, I walked over to Jimin, tapping on his shoulder. Jimin was the friendliest guy that I knew, he was friends with everybody in the class, and I was sure that he would happily share the details.

“There’s a transfer student?”

“Oh, hey, Y/N! Yeah, her name is Min Yoonji. I’m excited to meet her, aren’t you?” Jimin flashed a signature bright smile, and I nodded my head in response to his question. By this point, Hoseok had begun whispering lines from a piece of literature to himself, no doubt as practice to read them to Yoonji when she arrived. Everybody looked pretty excited, and eager to meet the transfer student, and I was no exception.

I left the boys alone to do what they needed to do, seating myself at the very back of the room, as always. A few minutes later, Jimin briefly left the room, returning with Yoonji. I looked up from my desk, locking eyes with the female at the front of the room. I watched as Jimin instructed her to sit behind Jungkook, the tsundere of the class, which also happened to be next to me. My cheeks flushed as our eyes met once again, and I cast my gaze down to my desk.

Throughout the class, it was no secret that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I kept telling myself to stop, but everytime I did, she would do something else that utterly captivated me. She was, as expected, flirted with by every guy in the class, and she rejected them like it was nothing. Even Kim Seokjin, who had gained the reputation of best looking in the school. I was intrigued, and a little confused by her. Everytime our eyes met, my heart jumped slightly, and it almost felt as if she could tell, given the smile making its way onto her lips each time.

When it was time for break, I stood up from my seat, packing my things away. As I was walking towards the door, Yoonji grabbed onto my hand as I passed her, almost causing my heart to jump out of my chest, and stopping me from walking any further. I turned around to face her, and she pulled me closer to her before dropping my hand.

“What’s your name?”

“M-Me? …It’s Y/N.”

“Cute. I’m Yoonji. Do you want to eat with me?”

“Eat with you? I guess so, that would be nice..”

I was sure by now that my cheeks were bright red, but there was no way to help that. Yoonji smiled at my reply, before walking past me, as I followed behind. She led me outside to a patch of grass, sitting down and pulling me down next to her. I squeaked slightly, surprised, earning a chuckle from Yoonji. She pulled out her phone and headphones, handing me one of the earbuds before we were interrupted by Jimin, trying his hand at flirting once again. I puffed my cheeks, reaching into my bag and pulling out my bottled water and taking a sip.

“I have a gun in my bag. Do I seem like a pushover?”

Well, there goes the water. I spat it out, unable to believe just how Yoonji was so carefree and came up with her words so easily. The water went all over Jimin, but I wasn’t even able to apologise immediately, as I was covering my face with my arm, trying to shield the fact that I was laughing so hard I thought I might cry.

“Jimin, I’m sorry!” I finally said through giggles, looking up to see Jimin looking completely deflated, and covered in water.

“It’s okay, Y/N.. No problem…” He sighed, before walking away, leaving me to finally laugh out loud.

“Do you actually have a gun in your bag?”

“Let’s hope you never have to find out.” Yoonji joked, and I had to double take to realise that she was kidding, earning a laugh from her, which I joined in with.

A couple of minutes later, we were both laying back on the grass, unable to hold in the laughter after witnessing Jimin’s reaction to Yoonji’s rejection.

Yoonji had a unique laugh, barely any sound came out, but she also had the cutest gummy smile. Yoonji was so cold to everybody else, and dismissive, yet she was laughing with me as if we had known each other for years. I wondered what I had done to earn this special treatment from her, but I wasn’t complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact.

When we had finally managed to stop laughing, Yoonji pulled out her phone once again, offering me the earbud, which I happily put in, turning onto my side to face her, the longer strands of grass slightly tickling my face. I wasn’t sure what we were listening to, but I didn’t mind. As I took in her every feature, I longed to know more about her. There was nothing more I wanted to do, in fact.

Before we knew it, it was the end of break, and we both sat up on the grass. She stood first, helping me up. I brushed myself off, before picking my bag up from the floor.

“After school. Here. Okay?” She spoke, her voice so much softer than when she spoke to anybody else. I nodded, and she walked off to class.

I had never wished for a school day to end faster.

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Anonymous said: Can I request a jughead x reader based on the song Treat You Better? Where the reader is in an abusive relationship or something and jughead is in love with her?

A/N: Okay so because I’m old (not that old but up there for Tumblr surely), I could not have told you this was a Shawn Mendes song let alone who he was before this request. I am REALLY not a top 40 person (never have been) so hopefully I did your request justice. Lol I’m sorry I don’t know what teenagers listen to…anyway thanks for the request and I hope you guys like it.


I won’t lie to you
I know he’s just not right for you
And you can tell me if I’m off
But I see it on your face
When you say that he’s the one that you want
And you’re spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop

I saw her face as he left the diner. The sheer terror in her eyes as his anger made him leave. In the course of several months, she seemed weaker. A shadow or a remnant of the person she used to be.

She used to glide through the hallways so easily. A smile to Betty or to those who she would consider friends. Every once in a while I would catch a glance and she’d become a little bashful. I honestly would as well. Sometimes she would sit at our table at lunch as she was friends with both Betty and Veronica. She seemed to like my sarcasm and laughed at my jokes. Honestly it was hard not to love her laugh. A few times she would join us at Pop’s and it seemed difficult for both of us to tear our eyes from each other.

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It’s a girl... and a boy.


Thank you for the wonderful prompt. Fluffiness and comfort and all those good things are ahead. Also I live in Australia so I am not quite sure how the whole snowed in thing works so anyway here we go. It turned into a long one, so I have put in the dreaded ‘Keep Reading’ break so apolgies to the mobile users that have the story cut off.

Also @believe-that-you-can-my-friend you are one of my fave Bughead fanfiction writers so to have you trust me with one of your prompts is a big thing. Hope you enjoy.

“This snow.” Betty exclaimed looking out the window at the thick blanket of snow that was now covering most of the town. They were effectively housebound, as vehicles could not get through the heavy snow and the snow ploughs were only maintaining main roads due to the overwhelming need. She was just glad that Jughead was with her. They were both keeping Polly company after her returning from her brief stay at the Blossoms and the craziness that had ensued there. Polly was relaxing on the couch, resting, so big now that the smallest task seemed insurmountable. She had the week before felt so full of energy flitting around the spare room that had now become a nursery ready for the arrival of the twins. Betty was so happy to have her sister back home, spending the long weekend with her two favourite people while her mum and dad went to a ‘marriage’ retreat seemed like a good time to her.

That was before she had heard a shriek from Polly on the couch. Exclaiming that she had felt something before she had looked at her hand in horror at the wetness that was there, that had seeped through her clothes.

“Betty, I need you.” She had screamed from the couch. Betty had been at her side within seconds. Jughead had rushed in from the kitchen where he had been fixing some snacks, which for Jughead usually meant a 10 course meal. There was panic on her sister’s face which went straight to the pit of her own stomach. Her waters had broken there was no doubt about that, the scream that tore from her lips as she was hit by a contraction made Betty flinch and she could feel her anxiety rising.

“Oh god.” Betty was feeling queasy and her nails were digging into her palms as she tried to take in deep and calming breaths. Jughead could see the terror on her face and knew that he needed to step up and take control of this situation even if it was terrifying him. She had her phone to her ear before throwing it at the wall. “They said they can’t be disturbed, it’s bullshit.” She was frantically pacing around the room.

“Betty, look at me.” He grasped his hands in his own, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His mind was racing, the Andrews were gone they were at a father son bonding trip when the snow had hit. There was only one person he could think of who may be able to help them. “I need you to phone my mum. Okay. She can help. She helped my cousin deliver her baby.” She nodded eagerly, he felt the wetness of fresh blood on his own hands, and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers gently. “It’s going to be okay.” He told her not quite believing the words himself.  

“Yeah, Yeah.” She was nodding emphatically, as if if she nodded enough she would start to believe it herself. But she was still in the same spot unmoving.

“The phone Betty.” Jughead reminded her breaking her out of her repetitive thoughts. She seemed to hear him and went to grab his phone. He looked back to Polly who was laying on the couch breathing carefully, seemingly the calmest out of all three of them. He went to her side.

“Polly.” He said gently. “We are not going to be able to get help in here. The roads are closed. We are just going to have to do this ourselves.” He could feel her eyes watching his lips intently hearing each word and processing. “Betty is going to call my mum, she has done this before, she can help.” Polly nodded at him, turning to face the other side of the loungeroom wall as she took in a deep breath. She focused on her breathing, in and out, just like the classes, she reminded herself.

“Juggie.” Betty re-entered the room. The phone by her side. “She didn’t answer, I couldn’t get through. I left a message, but.” Betty’s voice trailed off as she looked at Polly whose eyes were watching her carefully.

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NurseyDex Week 2017 - Day 2 - Bedsharing/Room Sharing

So here’s day 2! Let’s be real, if you thought that I was going to be doing anything other than getting these things done right down to the wire/late every single day then you don’t really know me. But anyway, enjoy! Prompt came from here and you can read the rest of my nurseydex week stuff here, and all of my fic here.


All in all, sharing a room with Derek Nurse was not the end-of-the-world, apocalyptic situation that Dex had imagined it to be. They still disagreed on a lot of things, and they would never be Ransom and Holster, but living together seemed to have made them more in sync on and off the ice.

Dex was able to anticipate Nursey’s movements, guess where he was going next, and it felt sometimes like they read each other’s minds the way they were able to guess what the other was going to say next. Coach Hall and Murray were both incredibly pleased with the new development, and Chowder was adorably unbearably excited about how easy-going their floor of the Haus was.

It wasn’t like Dex and Nursey were suddenly best friends overnight. They still fought, and they still sometimes walked away angry, but the difference was that they didn’t have the option of avoiding each other this way, and the old maxim “don’t go to bed angry” seemed to prove true, at least in this case.

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Lie to Me

Written in response to @breeeliss and @siderealsandman‘s challenge to the ML fandom to write for Femslash February. (Based on this post.) I rolled a 7 and a 9, and I came up with this.


“This project is pointless,” Lila grumbled, setting aside her tablet and folding her arms over her chest.

“It’s about Ladybug.” Alix shot her a glare.

“Exactly.”

“I thought you said you knew her.”

Lila scowled. “I was wrong.”

“Shocking,” Alix muttered.

“Ladybug wasn’t the person I thought she was,” Lila snapped, scooping up her tablet to focus on something else besides her own lingering disappointment.

“She called you out. So what? You lied to everyone.” Alix frowned.

“I just-” Lila grimaced. “Yeah, I get it. I screwed up, and now everyone hates me.” She sighed. “It’s fine. We’ll probably be moving in a year anyway.”

“Oh, boo hoo. New kid in class. Cry me a river.” Alix dropped her tablet and scoffed. “You act like no one else has ever moved to a new school before. Last year, I was the new kid.”

“Yeah, but you’re cool. People like you.”

“So? You’re pretty and you’re smart. People would have liked you if you hadn’t lied then went around insulting Ladybug.”

Lila’s grip on her tablet tightened. “I just don’t get why everyone likes her so much.”

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