can she just please

Mind, Body & Soul.

She can’t remember much from the day.

And from the sounds of the murmured whispers between her parents and the doctors, it was probably a good thing.

She heard varying comments; “she’s lucky to be alive,” “she needs to be prepared for comments and remarks from people for the rest of her life,” “I’m not sure if she’ll get another job,” “I would suggest consulting with a plastic surgeon,”

It was the same discussion over and over and over again, until one day something inside Betty just snapped, like a hair tie that’s gone around one too many times.

“I CAN HEAR YOU! My hearing is just fine!” She screamed.

There was suddenly a commotion around her, she sighed.

“Can everyone just leave me alone, please?” She could feel Alice’s hand on her arm.

Betty may have temporarily lost her sight, but in the short time she couldn’t utilize her eyes, all of her other senses had increased tenfold.

“Mum, please. Leave me alone.” Betty was practically begging her at this stage.

“Okay, sweetie. But if you need-”

“Anything? If I need anything? I beed my sight back! I need everyone to stop talking about me like I’m completely deformed! And if you’re going to talk about me like that, make it so I’m not within damn earshot!” Betty hadn’t realized she had raised her voice that much, until she heard the familiar clearing of a certain throat.

“Hello, Jughead,” she heard Alice say, “she’s all yours. I’m going to go home and shower.”

“Sure thing, Mrs C.” He responded.

Betty could hear his combat boots getting closer.

“Hey, Betts,” he sat down on the edge of her bed, “how are you today?”

“I’m still obviously ugly and deformed, Jughead. As everyone keeps saying,” she couldn’t stop the sudden release of tears falling down her face.

She felt him turn around, “Betty, you’re not deformed, and you’re certainly not ugly. Who said that?”

“Everyone, Juggie. Everyone keeps saying I need to see a plastic surgeon, I’ll never get a job, people will stare at me in public,” she started shaking, “what happens when you don’t want me or love me anymore?”

“What?” Jughead couldn’t even hide the shock in his voice, “hang on, repeat that.”

“You heard me, Jug. It won’t be long before you probably can’t look at me anymore. You won’t go out with me anymore. Because people are just going to stare,” she sighed, “and it’s okay, I understand.”

“What are you even talking about, Betty?” He hated that he couldn’t fully see her, or she couldn’t see him. He hated that she couldn’t see the pain on his face at hearing those words fall from her mouth.

“I’m ugly. I’m deformed. I won’t look like perfect Betty Cooper anymore.” She sounded so frank about it.

“Is that what you think? I’m with you for your looks?” Jughead was perplexed. How could she even think like this?

“We should probably just end this now. It’ll save us more heartbreak down the road. Like, a bandaid.” She nodded, “yep, exactly like a bandaid.”

“Betty, no. You’re not breaking up with me,” he reached over and gently touched the uncovered part of her face, “I can’t believe you actually think I’m just with you for your looks. I don’t care what you look like. I love YOU, Betty Cooper. All of you. Mind, body and soul.”

Before she could argue with him anymore about why HE loved HER, he leant over and gently kissed her mouth.

Jughead saw the way she suddenly relaxed.

“Betts, I’m serious. I love you, with every ounce of my being. Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever change that. I’ve loved you for so so long, and I’m planning on loving you for the remainder of my existence on this planet. If you’ll have me, of course.”

Jughead could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

He sat there for a few moments, before realizing she had fallen asleep. He laughed, “convenient, Betty. Trying to break up with me, get me to confess my undying and unwavering love for you, and you fall asleep.” He once again, leant over and gently kissed her lips, “I’ll see you soon, my love.” And he left the room.

“I love you too, Jughead Jones,” Betty replied softly, falling asleep with a small smile on her face.


TBT the time Paul McCartney sang “Michelle” in the White House and the President of the United States was like a high school teenager with a crush.[x] 


female awesome meme; 5/10 ladies who deserve better: tris prior (the divergent series)
“sometimes it isn’t fighting that’s brave, it’s facing the death you know is coming”

Where is my “Lena buys a small NC newspaper, and has them offer Kara a job as a reporter, because she feels like it’s her fault that Kara lost her job, but wants to keep it all under wraps. And Kara comes bounding into her office all excited like “oh my god, I can’t believe I got a new job so quickly, and it’s even better pay than at Catco, and I get to be an actual junior reporter and one of the senior guys is mentoring me and they say I can write about what ever I am passionate about” and Lena is like “oh rly?” and is just so happy that Kara is happy and doesn’t want anything in return, but to get to support her friend (oh and you know, casually encourages the newspaper to give Kara assignments that require her to interview Lena on a regular basis)” fic?

I just really want them to be happy. 


I finished my Valentines card for bae. Submit your valentines cards to me so I can check them out! Also happy birthday to my lovely son

I get all the chicks with my amazing crafting skills.. All of them Sorry not sorry.

Honestly what I want is for it to flash back to the endgame present time and Lup just kicks the door in with Kravitz thrown over her shoulder like “sorry I’m late but SOMEBODY left their fuckin boyfriend in the astral plane so I had to make a pitstop, you’re WELCOME” and then just shoots a fireball at the pillars of darkness coming out of the sky

Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!

The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

infinite-scratch  asked:

Turalyon and Alleria, Khadgar and Peregrïn. Double dating on Argus. Killing demons is a fun dating activity right?

Fun dating activity !

anonymous asked:

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