can we just talk about your perfection


“Islam talks about balance. No one can be perfect. Your relationship with God is something between just you and God. Islam can be interpreted in many different ways, and I am a very big fan of my mother’s interpretation. She is my role model. She tries to use examples from the Qur’aan in a modern sense. Instead of going back to the time of the Prophet [Muhammad (peace be upon him)], we must place the Qur’aan in a contemporary context.”

Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!

Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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I don’t know what you look like yet. It seems that I don’t know much nowadays. I do know one thing though. I will meet you some day. Maybe you’re blonde with blue eyes, maybe you enjoy late afternoon walks with a quiet complexion to add to the sunset. Maybe you’re into science and believe that faith just means there’s something to look forward to. Maybe you’re into philosophy and the line between male and female is just too damn blurred for you. I’m already intoxicated by you and I have not met you. Maybe you’re super shy and laughing obnoxiously is your way to counter your acute social anxiety. I get it. I do, I do. Maybe you’ve been kissed by the sun for too long and your hair isn’t too long, it’s okay. There’s only more to love. Maybe you’re just like me and your eyes like to chill out, maybe the sun rises just to dip back into your skin. Maybe you’re a drinker, maybe you’re a smoker. I’ll drive you home. I’ll smoke one with you. Maybe you’re drug free and have ever smoked. I won’t smoke around you. I might just quit. Maybe you’re an avid book reader with a knack to find the best love quotes– maybe you’re a writer. Poetry and prose likes to slip pills into my drink, don’t worry– I’ll be sober enough to kiss you goodnight. Maybe you’re an artist, Van Gogh didn’t really eat yellow paint and the Mona Lisa is just a reminder that we all need to smile more. Maybe you’re way into science fiction movies, I’ll watch all of the cheesy alien movies with you. Maybe you’ve got a few scars from late nights of self pity and regret– don’t worry, I have those too. Maybe you’re a firm believer that we’re an invasive species and artificial intelligence will end us some day– even if a zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll be sure to leave a poem in your back pocket for safe keeping. Maybe you’re infertile and we’ll never be able to name babies, it’s okay. We’ll adopt. There’s always another option. Cats work too. How about a husky with blue eyes? Maybe you’re religious. I’m not atheist, but there is something out there. Maybe your dad was a drunk and your mother couldn’t cope, maybe you’re not perfect– so what? I’ll accept you. We’ll pull through. It’s okay to have flaws, it just makes us more human than the next. Maybe you’re already in love with someone else, maybe you’re never really going to be mine. Hell, I’d be your best friend. We can talk every now and again. I’ll be fine with that. Maybe you’re into music more than I am, maybe that’s not possible, but if it is– we’re going to get along just fine. As a matter of fact, the more open minded, the more difficult– the more you make me chase after you, the better. Maybe you’re into the same things, maybe you’re my complete opposite. Maybe we’ll never meet until I’m all out of my prime and you’re all out of fire. Maybe we’ll spend a decade in Rome and understand why love has a place anywhere. Maybe you’re lonely too. Maybe midnight walks near downtown city lights are your favorite. Maybe you’re lost. Maybe you’re tired of this fast lifestyle. Maybe we’re both upset about the same thing at this very moment. Maybe you’re finding yourself too. Maybe you’ve been through some pain, maybe you’re drinking it off. You’re probably high right now too. Writing the same poem and dying inside with just the right amount of ow. Maybe you’re not into sex, maybe you’re sexually active. Maybe catching you inside of a bookstore is more likely than finding you in a club. Maybe your favorite element is fire, maybe you’re passionate about everything. That youthful inner flame that just won’t go out. Maybe someone did that to you too. Maybe it never died down. Maybe you’re still burning to find that same feeling with a different person. Maybe forehead kisses are your favorite because he didn’t kiss you enough to make you feel safe. Maybe he was mean to you, or maybe she was. Maybe you’re way out of my league and I’m just bullshitting around to see if I can make you laugh. Maybe you’re reading this right now, if you are then I have something to tell you.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.

This Only Looks Like Love - Warning: Smut, Alcohol Use, Drug Use, Violence, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Death.

Winnie James has just gotten her life back together. Well, professionally anyway. After a long year of watchful eyes monitoring her every move at Secret Talent Agency, she’s finally off probation–and promoted. But the promotion comes with a caveat; Winnie mustn’t mix business with pleasure with any of Secret Talent’s celebrity clientele, a tendency of hers that has caused major fallout in the past. But her first day as newly promoted Client Manager sounds off alarm bells as a very familiar–and very famous–face is introduced as her new client. Are Tom and Leslie lying in wait for Winnie to fail? Can Winnie resist the flirtatious ways of Harry Styles? Winnie can’t be sure, but one thing’s for certain: in a world that prides itself on manipulating perception nothing ever is as it looks.

ON HIATUS as of 2/9/17 - explanation here

  1.      Chapter 1 - Winnie knows what boys like
  2.      Chapter 2 - Winnie, meet starboy
  3.      Chapter 3 - Winnie doesn’t trust anyone
  4.      Chapter 4 - Winnie won’t say it
  5.      Chapter 5 - Winnie’s got Harry’s hands on her
  6.      Chapter 6 - Winnie is unravelling
  7.      Chapter 7 - Winnie likes the way Harry flicks his tongue 
  8.      Chapter 8 - Winnie isn’t the girl Harry takes home
  9.      Chapter 9 - Winnie was broken from the start

 Extras: Winsights (tidbits about Winnie)
             - Sweets

One Shots:

Let Me Be Your Good Night*
As One Direction’s vocal coach, you’ve gotten to know the boys quite well. Niall’s written a new song that’s driven purely by sex, and in your attempts to push the boys to new heights with their vocals, you may have pushed Harry too far.

Cheese and Whine*
All you want to do is settle in your favorite Greektown bar and watch the Lions annihilate their biggest rivals–the Green Bay Packers. But the cold weather delayed you, and by the time you arrive, the only seat left is up close and personal with a cheesehead. This is no ordinary cheesehead though, his name is Harry and he’s British and determined to tease you about your Lion Pride all night long. What starts as light ribbing turns into high stakes gambling, with one of you set to be rewarded in the bathroom.

Birthday Bows*^ and Valentine Woes*^
It’s Harry’s birthday and you’ve gotten him the perfect gift–you. All tied up with a pretty little bow around your neck, he can hardly contain himself.

Two weeks after Harry’s birthday, he’s back for Valentine’s. You’d be happy with just a cuddle, but he’s got more in mind. 

*indicates smut
^indicates bondage


Love Bite
When Harry leaves, you like to mark him with reminders of your love.

Post-Workout Behavior*
We need to talk about something. And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym. 

*indicates smut


Driving with Harry
Ever think about driving with Harry? Like sitting next to him in one of his expensive cars surrounded by buttery soft leather. And getting to watch all of the faces he pulls while concentrating on the road. And when you’re on a long, straight stretch that doesn’t require both hands on the wheel or he’s not fiddling with his bottom lip with that free hand, he’s reaching over to you, taking your hand from your lap so he can hold it.

Moving In Together
Ever think about what moving in with Harry would be like? He’d wake up on move in day all smiles, even though it’s still really early in the morning. His place is all packed up, save for the mattress he’s slept on and his phone and charger that are on the floor next to him. And when he see you’re calling, his smile grows even bigger as he answers with a “Today’s the day, button!” 

When Harry is your Valentine
Little things Harry would do to make Valentine’s day special.

Going to the Oscars with Harry
He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”  

Snapchatting with Harry
At first he wouldn’t get the appeal and would refuse to download the app. So you improvise and Snap old photos of him, adding filters and stickers, and text them to him. 

When Harry Doesn’t Feel Well
Ever think about taking care of Harry when he’s feeling ill? Like, he’d come home from the studio early even though a song is thisclose to being finished because every note irritates his scratchy throat and the sound of the bass reverberating through his skull during playback matches the pulsing of his migraine. 

Reader Insert Mini Series

A series of one shots and blurbs that explores first experiences in a relationship. 

Crush // Date // Time*

Harry is your older brother’s best friend, but he has a hard time following the rules that come with that relationship.
Part 1: Another Man’s Treasure // Part 2: Mind on a Mission // Part 3: Take the Lead // Part 4: Worth the Pain

*indicates smut


Massage it all Away
You’ve been having a rough few weeks, and nothing Harry does makes it better. When you get a knot in your neck from sleeping funny, he’s got the perfect idea to help melt your stress away.

You love me, right?
You and Harry have to face a big incompatibility in your otherwise perfect relationship. Request from four word prompts

Requests are OPEN. I just ask for patience while I complete them.

“Don’t Touch Her” [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Jason x reader where the boyfriend of the reader’s BFF hits the reader for defending her friend (they’re in an abusive relation) and Jason finds out about it”

A/N: This is a really good idea. We’re gonna get some pissed Jason in here.

Warning: Abuse, mentions of sex, Swearing

[Bff/N] - Best Friend Name [H/Bf/N] - Her Boyfriend’s Name


You were out this fine after noon with your best friend. It was just a simple lunch date you both scheduled. But the moment you saw her, your stomach turned.

She had a black eye and a bruise on her wrist like someone grabbed her there. You knew that bastard [H/Bf/N] was hitting her but she wouldn’t admit it. Jason often heard you ranting about the asshole.

You stood up and strode over to her. Taking her wrist gently in your hands and looked at the black eye. “Did that bastard do this?” you asked softly. She stayed silent, “[Bff/N] please tell me the truth” sitting down at the table as she sat across from you.

“H-he promised not to do it again.” She whispered. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “[Bff/N] he said that the last time too didn’t he?”

She just nodded. “Please you can’t stay there. You can stay with Jason and I until you get on your feet. But you can’t stay there” you pleaded in fear for your friend.

“No I couldn’t impede on you guys. I know you and Jason need your couple time.” she shook her head vigorously. You chuckled, “Trust me, we live together, we get plenty of couple time” a teasing tone in your voice.

“I can’t leave him.” She murmured, “Can we just not talk about this now?”

You sighed, “Fine, but we’re not done here”

You spent the rest of the lunch just talking about life and random events. She especially liked asking about you and Jason. She always found you guys to be a perfect couple, but you knew that she hasn’t seen you two butting heads.

It was a nice lunch until her phone rang.

“Hey [H/Bf/N]” she answered shyly

“Where the hell are you?!” you heard his yelling from where you were sitting.

“I’m just getting lunch”

“Well get home now you should’ve told me first”

He hung up the phone after that. You felt your blood boiling. That asshole had the nerve to call, yell at her, then hang up on her.

“I have to go” she spoke, her voice was fragile like it would shatter if she spoke any louder.

“I’m walking you home” you insisted. “N-no [F/n], I-its —”

“No arguments, I’m walking with you” standing up and picking up your jacket.

She gave in and the both of you payed before exiting the small cafe. You were going to give that piece of shit a piece of your mind.

She unlocked her door when you got to her apartment. Immediately upon opening the door he was storming toward her but stopped when he saw you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat. “A pleasure as always asshat” you gave him a unamused grin.

“What’d you call me?” he stalked toward you. “I think you heard me just fine by the amount of smoke coming out of your ears” you mused.

“You bitch” his face was red with anger. You knew you were poking the bear here but you had to get a point across.

“Me a bitch? If you ask me only a cowardly bitch would hit his girlfriend. What was wrong this time, couldn’t get it up?” you stepped up and got in his face.

Before you could react he had risen his fist and connected it to your jaw. You stumbled back, hand gripping your jaw. [Bff/N] ran over to make sure you were alright. He brushed by the both of you, “I need a drink” and out the door.

“Are you alright [F/n]?” she asked concerned.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine” you stood up feeling a bit of blood on your jaw. ‘Shit Jason will kill him’ you thought.

You went into her bathroom and cleaned up the blood. She brought you a bandaid and first aid kit. After taking care of the injury, she spoke up.

“I think that you should go, he will only be angrier if you’re here when he gets back.” she instructed. You nodded before heading to the door.

The walk home your jaw hurt like hell and you had to think of a way so that Jason wouldn’t up and shoot the bastard. Long story short you walked slow to gain more time.

Putting your key in the door, before pushing it open you took a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself for the bombardment of questions you were just about to receive.

Pushing it open you walked inside. Hanging up your coat and setting your bag on the table next to the door. Making your way to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror you examined the forming bruise. Peeling off the bandaid and cleaning it up with rag.

“I thought I heard you come home” hearing a familiar voice. You looked at Jason and his grin dropped.

He strode over lifting your chin up with his finger, “What happened?” concern was laced in his voice, as his expression mirrored it.

“It’s nothing, just got mugged” you shrugged before turning back to the mirror.

“Mugged, during the day. You and I both know that’s not what happened.” He crossed his arms. Why did he have to be so damn intuitive?

“Come on cough it up.” He waved to you.

You sighed knowing lying would be no use. “It was [H/Bf/N]. I stood up to him and he slugged me” keeping your eyes from his.

“The son of a bitch did what?” He growled. His eyes darkened and his demeanor changed to vigilante rather than boyfriend.

“Jason please don’t, you know, murder him” you followed as he walked out of the bathroom. You knew where he was going, straight to his gun safe.

“Jason” you stopped him as he turned around. He looked at you, he was pissed off.

“I’m not going to let the bastard get away with it”

“I know and we shouldn’t but I think the police might be the best way to go on this one. Maybe we can make it so she won’t lose the apartment or anything. I have a friend in the police force, let me reach out” you persuaded, slowly removing the firearm from his grasp.

His tense body relaxed. Setting the gun back into the safe and turning back to face him.

He examined your face, gently brushing his thumb over the bruise. Then leaned and rested his forehead to yours. “You know I’d never hit you like that right? I know I have a temper but I’d never take it out on you”

“I know Jay. I know” brushing your nose against his.

You and Jason headed over to see [Bff/N] to try and convince her to talk to the police. She had told you he was out so the both of you left that minute. It didn’t take long to get there.

“Hey, how are you feeling?“ you questioned as the both of you walked into her apartment.

“I’m fine, what’re you guys doing here? Is something the matter?”

“Yeah, something is. We’re not letting you live like this anymore. I’m begging you, will you please talk to a police officer. I’ve reached out and a friend of mine is more than willing to talk with you” you begged as she began to think.

Though you all heard the door open, “I’m back.” You flinched slightly at the voice. Jason wrapped your hand in his when he noticed your flinch.

“Who the hell are you?” he questioned upon seeing Jason.

“I’m [F/n]’s boyfriend” Jason answered simply. He laughed, “Sorry for you man”

“Excuse me?” Jason stepped toward him. You kept a grip on his hand, keeping him from getting too far.

“She’s got a mouth on her that one, but I bet you keep it busy with other things huh?” He chuckled.

Okay, yeah… he’s a dead man.

Letting go of your hand he punched [H/Bf/N] right to the jaw” He fell to the floor within the instant.

“Agh, shit” he groaned, getting to his hands. When he stood up Jason pinned him to the wall, “Don’t ever tough her again. You do and you’ll be leaving in a body bag”

The two did not know how serious he actually was. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Bastards not worth it Jay”

At that he let him go before punching him again, knocking him out. “[Bff/N] how about you go grab somethings, you’re welcome to stay with [F/n] and I for awhile. Until you’ll be safe from this douche.”

She nodded and quickly ran into her bedroom. Grabbing some clothes and necessities.

Turning to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest. “That was hot”

You felt his chuckle vibrate in his chest, leading to a smile to grow on your features. “I’m always hot” he teased, making you punch his arm lightly.

You ended up taking [Bff/n] back to your place and convinced her to talk to the police. [H/Bf/N] was soon arrested and received a guilty verdict for assault.

She moved back into her old apartment, you and Jason gave her a hand with getting rid of [H/Bf/N]’s things. She thanked you for everything before you returned home.

Both collapsing on the couch you nestled into him. “Who would’ve thought, Jason Todd’s a hero during the day and night”

He chuckled, “I think you deserve the credit for helping her”

“Yeah but you knocked him out”

He smiled down at you. Before softly kissing your forehead, eliciting giggles from you.

“You’ll always be my hero though” saying it into his chest. Muffled by his shirt.

A smile grew on his face has he wrapped his arms around you tighter. How could anyone ever say they love someone and end up hitting them? He would never dream of hitting you. He just loves you too much.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.7]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: none… this chapter is a mess tbh. it’s kind of like a transitional/filler chapter… 

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [previous part] [next part] [pt.9]

Taehyung had returned to school as he’d promised, yet it felt as if he was still gone. He dodged you in any way he could: jumping into conversation with random people, detouring on his way to class, even slipping into the men’s restroom.

It left you empty. You couldn’t talk to Jungkook during school because of Jimin’s ridiculous rule. You couldn’t talk to Jimin because he was always busy with his baseball friends. He was also your brother and talking to him because you didn’t have anyone else to talk to would be lame. You were determined to not reach that low of a point.

Overall, one question was swirling inside of you, creating a hot, uncomfortable lump in your throat. What could you possibly have done to make your best friend avoid you? 

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Preference: You Can't Sleep

Ashton: Hearing footsteps softly coming towards the kitchen, you sigh. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, really. A very sleepy looking Ashton leans against the kitchen doorframe, frowning when he sees you. “Can’t sleep again?” He asks, yawning a little. “Go back to bed, I’ll be okay.” He shakes his head. “Baby, you need to see a doctor or something. This is like, the fourth night you’ve had trouble sleeping.” He pauses, then his eyes widen. “Is it… is it me?” He asks. “What? No, Ash, it’s not you. I just can’t fall asleep.” You assure him, walking over. He pulls you into a light hug, resting his forehead against your own. “Then what? Tell me, so I can help.” You sigh. “There’s honestly nothing wrong.” You say. Ashton walks over and starts to make coffee. “What are you doing?” You ask. “If you can’t sleep, I’ll stay awake with you until you can.” You smile a little. “Ashton, go back to bed. You’re tired.” Ashton frowns again. “Yeah, but I can’t sleep if you’re not there. The bed gets cold.” He says. You walk over and wrap your arms around him. “How about we just go cuddle?” He thinks about this for a moment, then shakes his head. “How about we go watch movies and cuddle until you fall asleep?” You sigh, feeling blessed to have such a man in your life. “I’m sorry, I know this is getting annoying.” Ashton takes his face in your hands. “Baby, no! It’s not annoying. It’s just more time I get to spend with you.” He murmurs, kissing your nose. “Yeah, but less time you get to sleep.” Ashton shrugs, pulling you into the living room while asking, “who needs sleep, anyway?”

Calum: You roll over for what seems like the millionth time. Calum sighs, sitting up. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks. You sit up and turn on the bedside lamp. “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” He frowns, moving some hair away from your face. “Want me to sing to you?” He asks. You nod, curling into his side as he sings a soft tune. “Anything?” He asks when the song is over. You groan and shake your head. “You should go back to sleep. You need it.” You tell him, biting your lip. “I’m not going to sleep when my girl isn’t.” He says stubbornly, but a yawn slips out. You smirk and he chuckles. “Okay, I’m tired. So what?” You roll your eyes. “So, I’m not going to be like Michael and force you to stay awake. Sleep, babe.” You say, reaching over to turn out the light. “Is there anything that’s bothering you? Maybe you just need to talk about it.” Calum says, pulling you into a spooning position. “No, not that I can think of. You’re home, the boys are home. Everything is perfect.” Calum runs his fingertips over your stomach lightly, making you shiver. “What about the hate? Have you been reading it lately?” You shake your head. “Not since the last time you told me not to.” Calum frowns, not being able to figure out what’s wrong with the love of his life. Then it hits him. “Babe?” He asks. “Yes, Cal?” You reply. “When is the last time we… you know?” He asks, chuckling. You roll over onto your back. “It’s been awhile, I guess. Why?” You ask, watching as he gets up and walks to the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls you until your cute plaid pajama shorts meet his eyes up close. “Calum, what are you doing? The boys are downstairs sleeping. They could hear us.” You protest, but he yanks off your shorts and underwear. “I don’t give a fuck who hears. I’m taking the edge off so my baby girl can sleep. I’m going to fuck you so good until you’re too tired to fuck anymore.”

Luke: Staying in multiple hotel rooms had its benefits, but it also had its problems. Problem number one being that eventually, they all just began to feel like home. So when you and Luke actually did come home from tour, sleeping in your own bed was very difficult for you. Even with Luke by your side every night, the bed just didn’t feel like home anymore. And this night was no different. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, hoping you won’t wake Luke up. You splash water on your face, and when you look up, Luke is standing behind you. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” You mumble, turning to face him. “You know, splashing water on your face is just going to make falling asleep harder.” Luke tells you. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This bed used to be my everything, second to you. And now I can’t even sleep on it.” You complain, crossing the short distance between the two of you and hugging him. “Princess, nothing’s wrong with you. You’ve just been staying in so many hotels that you forgot what your own bed feels like. C'mon, I’ll help you.” Luke pulls you back into bed and pulls you into his side, holding you close. “You know what I really want right now?” You ask. “What’s that, princess?” You look up at him. “That bed on that hotel room we stayed at in Italy. The one that had the purple pillows? Oh, I loved that bed.” You say softly. “That bed had some pretty nice things happen on it.” Luke mutters, smirking as he remembers the night involving whipped cream and strawberries. You giggle. He rubs your back lightly until you fall asleep, but that doesn’t happen for another few hours. The next day, when you come back from visiting friends, the bed from the hotel room in Italy is in your bedroom.

Michael: While Michael has been known to have some insomnia, you did not. You could sleep all day, every day. Or at least, you used to be able to sleep all day, every day. For some reason, that all changed one night. You just couldn’t fall asleep. You tried sleeping in bed and on the living room couch, but nothing helped. And unfortunately, Michael had cured his insomnia when the band went on a break. Well, that’s not unfortunate. That’s a great thing. But for you, it was unfortunate because that meant while he was asleep, you were wide awake. The roles had been reversed. You look over at your sleeping boyfriend, hearing his light snores fill the silence of your bedroom. You bite your lip and tap his cheek lightly. “Mike, wake up.” After repeating this a few times, the bleached blonde’s eyes flutter open. “What? What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks urgently. “Nothing. I just… I can’t fall asleep.” He props himself up with his hand. “Wanna talk about anything that bothered you today?” He asks. “See, that’s the thing. It isn’t just tonight. I haven’t been sleeping for weeks.” You confess. “Kitten, why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches over and strokes your cheek gently. “You were sleeping great. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Michael frowns. “You wouldn’t have ruined it. But you should have told me, I could’ve helped sooner.” He says. You nod. He sings to you softly for a few hours until your asleep. The next morning, Michael goes to the store and buys everything that’s related to helping a person sleep better just for you.

CS FF: Motherzilla

Summary: Emma and Killian want a small, simple wedding, but an overly excited Snow has some ideas of her own.

Rating: PG

Note: So I started writing this before I saw that sneak peek.   I didn’t expect Snow to want to have something simple at Granny’s and David to want something befitting a princess.  So I wrote this the way I think it should go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Motherzilla: Part 1/1…

~Flashback: Emma at age 7~

Sarah and Rachel danced around Sarah’s room.  Sarah took a pillowcase and placed it over the back of her head as she pretended to march down an imaginary aisle.  

“I can’t wait to get married. It’s going to be in a big, beautiful church with lots of flowers.”

Rachel grabbed a bunch of fake flowers out of a vase on Sarah’s desk and spun around.

“I’m going to get married on the beach.  I’m going to wear a beautiful dress.”

Emma watched them from her spot on Sarah’s bed.  They were all in the same class at Emma’s new school, her fifth in two years.  Every time she changed foster homes, she changed schools.  She didn’t usually make friends quickly.  But Sarah and Rachel were nice and welcoming.  She had been excited when Sarah invited her over for a sleepover.  

That excitement was quickly wearing thin as she watched them dance around the room, excitedly discussing a future Emma couldn’t fathom for herself.  

Sarah turned to Emma. “What about you, Emma?  What kind of wedding do you want?”

Emma’s mouth opened, but no words came out.  She finally dropped her eyes to the comforter and shook her head.

“I’m never going to get married,” she whispered.

Sarah and Rachel stopped moving and stared at her in shock.

“Why not?” Rachel asked.

Emma shrugged, unable to meet their eyes.  "Because nothing good ever happens to me.  No one in my life ever lasts more than a few months.  I’ll never have a real family that loves me.  I’ll never have anyone who loves me.“

The little girls stared at her awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do in response.  So instead they returned to their game of pretend. And Emma returned to watching them do something that she believed would only ever happen in her dreams.

Emma rolled over and was met by the beautiful blue eyes of her new fiancé.  He offered her a smile.

"Good morning, my future wife,” he said.

Emma felt a smile appear on her face at the mention of being Killian’s wife.

“Good morning, my future husband,” she said.  

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips, neither concerned with morning breath.  They were just so glad to be back in each other’s arms again.

Emma reached out and caressed his cheek as he pulled back, her thumb tracing along his lower lip.

“I missed you so much,” she said.

“I missed you too, love.  I feared I would never see you again.”

Emma blinked back sudden tears.  "A few minutes later and I would have lost you again.“

"Hey,” he said, taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.  "You’ll never lose me.  I’ll always be by your side, remember?“

Emma shook her head. "Until the next time something separates us.”

He shook his head, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “And if that does happen again-…”

“When,” she corrected.

“If it does,” Killian continued steadfastly. “Then we will do everything in our power to get back to each other, just like we always do.”

A tear slipped down Emma’s cheek. “Until the one day when we can’t,” she replied softly.

Killian pulled her into his arms and he felt her tears wet the skin of his shoulder.  After a few moments, he pulled back and cupped her face with his hand.

“I know you have a tendency to expect the worst, Swan.  I know you have a tendency to believe that happiness doesn’t last and good things always go away.”

“Can you blame me?” she asked.  "I never thought I’d get married as a kid. While all of the other little girls were pretending and planning their future weddings, I couldn’t even imagine it.  I couldn’t even fathom a time when I could be as happy as I am now, that I could find a love like this.  That I could find love at all.“

Killian smiled gently.  "But you did, Emma. You opened your heart to your family and you opened it to me.  Now we are about to get married.  And I know that’s frightening because getting everything you’ve ever wanted always is.  It means you have so much to lose.  But we can’t focus on the what if.  We can’t live our lives like that.  We need to focus on the here and now and the wonderful future I know awaits us.”

Emma nodded, as his thumb swiped at a tear on her cheek.  "How is it you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better?“

He grinned. "It’s a gift.”

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Zen appreciation Post!

 Disclaimer:I talk a lot of shit about other characters and its just meant to be funny I swear! Spoilers for Zens route read your own risk!!

He is a gem a fucking absolute gem and nobody can sya otherwise so fuck you Jumin(sorry not sorry @thehoneybuddhadefender) But we dont need to talk about that Cat Mom we need to talk about Zenny~

Whos That? Oh its Perfection!

 Ok so Zen is a fucking hot actor and his worst fear is only being loved for his looks but if you look past his looks he is a strong,independent,funny,dorky guy! Have I mentioned hes hot. 

Look at his muscles 0////0

 He ran away from home because of his awful parents (they couldnt see how amazing he was. He built his career on his own(only with a little help from Seven that he didnt ask for,but he didn’t need his help he would have been famous anyways. He can sing too!!! He can do anything……

He puts me at peace!!

When Unknown breaks into your apartment he is like a fucking ninja and he saves you running away from the apartment as it explodes. That had to have not been good for his skin….or his hair….WHAT IF HIS PONYTAIL CAUGHT ON FIRE!!!!!! 

When he kisses the pillow I like to imagine me being the pillow……

 Thats all I have to say but I can not emphasize enough. THIS BOY DID NOTHING WRONG HE IS BEAUTIFUL,TALENTED,CUTE,AND DORKY!!!! 

*drops the mic* 

wayward-authors-kitsune  asked:

221 from the prompt list, if you want to?

Prompt #221: “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”

Dean sidles up next to the wall, trying to stay out of everyone’s way as they rush to the concession stand and into their assigned theaters. 

He sees a cute couple walk past, fingers entwined and soft smiles on their faces, and he fills his mouth with popcorn. 

Cas is late. And he’s like never late. 

Cas was the kid in high school who carried all his textbooks with him throughout the day so he never had to risk stopping at his locker and being late to class. 

Cas was the kid who showed up an hour early to graduation rehearsal. 

Cas was the kid who showed up two days early to college orientation because what if something happens to the car, Dean? What if we can’t fix it on time and we miss orientation?

And Cas is the one who insists arriving at the theater twenty minutes before the film starts.

Dean looks down at his phone. Two minutes to screen time.

Just then the front door lurches open and a boy with wild hair sweeps into the lobby. He makes his way to the ticket booth and starts to hand over his credit card as his eyes roam and find Dean. A big smile splits his face and he waves.

Dean is about to wave back when the door opens again and a blond man with a sneer ingrained in his face enters. Dean’s hand falls.

The man walks right up to Cas, sneer easing into something resembling a smile and Cas leans back into his chest before handing him a ticket.

Oh hell no, Dean thinks.

But yes, it’s happening. Cas and the man start walking toward him, hands clasped together but where Cas is smiling, the man is sneering again.

“Sorry we’re so late, Dean!” Cas says once they’re in earshot. “Brady had to finish an assignment.”

Dean arches a brow. “On a Friday night?”

Brady’s grin is telling enough. “The pre-med workload is a bit different from secondary education.”

Dean catches the barb even if Cas seems oblivious but he just squeezes out a thin smile. “Of course it is.” He turns and begins walking into the theater without another word.

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251 Years

Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)

Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks! 

“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.

A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.

The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.

Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.

You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.

The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.

You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.

‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’


“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.

About Alexander Hamilton.

He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.

He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.

You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.

He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.

Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.

“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”

He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Lin.”

You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.

Ha. 51.

You snorted.

Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.

‘Well, back to bed for me.’


“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”

A smile crossed his face as he cheered.

“Thank you so much!”

“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”

He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.

“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.

“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.

Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.

You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.

Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.

You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.

Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.

How crazy was that.

“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.

“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.

“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.

He took your breath away.

You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.

As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.

“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”

You smirked.

“I’ve totally got you beat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”

“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.

He smiled.

“Ha ha.”



EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.

Okay but



Mikuni : Ah, Abel! Forgive this sinful me! My very existence is too perfect for this world! With just one look can fascinate everyone. I have a handsome face, a good lineage, and I’m smart too!

Tsuyuki : Your personality is bad, though.

AAAAAHHHH I JUST LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH XD Thanks again to @canthydefromthelicht for sending me the link! x3


I can see love in his eyes , i can see hope and life. I can see a completely different world than the one we’re living in. I can see heaven and paradise. I can see a different galaxy , a love galaxy. Sometimes , I see a little innocent boy in there. A boy who loves to live happily and who’s excited about life , a boy who’s incredibely enjoying being alive. He’s like an angel who was just born.. And sometimes , I see a boy who’s sick and tired of all the bullshit he’s dealing with , tired of life. But , it’s mixed with power , fire , desire to succee , ability to succee , confidence and faith. He’s a strong person , he suffered for a long time but he endured and did his best to be the one he wants to be. He killed his suicidal thoughts with his strong will to get over that tragic. After years of trying , he succeed. He became one of the most famous boyband in the world , he became one of the most famous rappers in south korea. Min Yoongi achieved his dreams and he’s still going to rise and shine. Min Yoongi is a legend who has to be remembered forever. He’s an inspiration to depressed , sad , suicidal , desperate and hopeless people -including myself-
He has a a dark side which would never leave him , since he used to be suicidal. I know this because i’m dealing with it and i’m probanly the most suicidal person you could ever know.
But he also has a cheerful happy side . Tbh , if I could , I would give him my all including my life because he really deserves the best , he deserves to be happy and he deserves a beautiful life. Yoongi isn’t just a bias for me , he’s my reason to fucking breathe. I want to see him smiling all the time , it makes me so happy . His smile is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s incredibely beautiful.
His hair is so soft , I want to touch it so bad. And his lips , I don’t mind spending the rest of my life staring at them. I wish i could kiss them or just touch them . That would make my life.
His voice , makes me feel good everytime i’m feeling stressed , it always calms me. It’s like magic I swear. I can spend the rest of the day talking  about it.. His body is goals , I fucking love it.. Everything about him is perfect ; his hands -especially his fingers omg- , his legs and his chest.
Now let’s wish him a happy birthday!!

“saeng il chuk ha ham ni da
saeng il chuk ha ham ni da
sarang ha neun  yoongi shi
saeng il chuk ha ham ni da”


Min Yoongi Quotes that will inspire your day!!

“Yes, look down on me like that. It’s my hobby to prove you wrong”
—  Suga
“「I personally don’t like being an adult. Being an adult comes at a price. You are now faced with a reality which kind of pressures you to chase after stability and security so they become your new dream. That’s why I don’t consider myself or rather don’t want to consider myself as an adult. Sure, my age will define as an adult but I want to be a teenage-adult who is still chasing after his dream. I wish you can be like that too. Stay innocent, be naive. But still dream big. Dream big to the point that it is beyond your ability and endeavour to achieve it. So dream big and don’t lose your innocence.」”
—  SUGA (Min Yoongi, BTS)
“If I’m the sun, you’re the moon, because when I rise, you go down.”
—  Suga (BTS Cypher Pt. 2: Triptych)
“Stay innocent, be naive. But still dream big. Dream big to the point that it is beyond your ability and endeavour to achieve it. So dream big and don’t lose your innocence.”
—  Suga to Jimin
“Even though this moment seems like it will be forever, when the sunsetting night comes again, the destroying reality is back. When I come back to my senses, I turn into a scared fool, and when I see myself like that, I keep getting scared. The sense of reality that takes over…
Why am I still here as others are running forth ?
Breathe or dream, I begin to row the boat again, matching the speed of my heart beats. I get caught in the superficial standards of others and as I live pretending I don’t know about it, my life’s sun sets like this coat.
What am I doing with my life.”
“We used to jump wanting to be heroes,
but now we’ve grown and time has passed.
I’m becoming and adult but I wanna rewind
to the times when the 10-year-old boy sang the theme song to his favorite superhero comic.
I wanna go back, so I close my eyes and scream
But nothing changes, reality it’s the same.”
—  Suga (BTS, Jump)

(((Ignore the awful graphic, I made it in 5 minutes and it looks terrible)))

So I recently hit 500 followers and this is crazy, I started this blog a few months ago and the support I have received has been amazing, I love you all. I have met some pretty incredible people in this short time who I love with all my heart.

Before I get into the follow forever I’d like to just express my love for a few people (everyone should go follow them cause they are all wonderful and lovely and I honestly have no idea why they follow me):

@catharinaloss ♥ JO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE! Even though you can be problematic I still love you (yes even I am calling you problematic now, you crossed a line by putting milk in before the cereal). You always manage to cheer me up and put up with me in my varying moods and for that, I am so grateful. You are amazing, you bring people together and make so many people happy (even if we don’t always show it ;) ). You manage to put a smile on my face each and every day, you’re a lil ball of sunshine and ilysm. You are just so wonderful and lovely and thoughtful and kind and funny and talented and I am so glad I met married you.

@alexanderglghtwood   ♥ Eli, where do I even start? You know I love you so much honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Have I told you how much I love watching you narrate your life to me over Snapchat? It’s my favourite thing, and I still love your voice okay. I just opened a Snapchat from you and I just need to remind you of how much I love your hair cause omg it’s amazing and I’m still not over it. I love reading your fics so much, even though you always manage to kill me with them. I always love our conversations, it feels weird if I haven’t talked to you in a few hours I can’t even find the words I want cause you are just so incredible and lovely and funny and I just can’t do you justice.

@magnificentbane  ♥ Meg, our friendship began when I decided to scream at you about my malec headcanons, isn’t that beautiful. We were talking for hours I didn’t even realise how long it had been, then you introduced me to Jo and for that, I will forever be grateful. Can you believe that our first conversation led to so many group chats lmao. I love reading your writing, you’re so talented and more people need to read your work. You’re such a fun person to talk to, you and your blog are perfect and ilysm <3

@thirstyalec  ♥ Dani, the love of my life, the most beautiful goddess to ever live I love you to pieces. I don’t even remember how we became friends… I think it was me just coming into your inbox and calling you out on your icon addiction lmao. Have I mentioned how proud I am that you have managed to keep your icon for this long, cause I am. Your posts are always amazing, you brighten my life and I’m so glad I met you. You are honestly one of my all time favourite people, seeing you on my dash makes me so happy you are amazing ilysm.

@softshumjr  ♥ Marta, killing you with Harry is my favourite pastime, you are my go to for quality Harry content. You are one of my favourite people, I still can’t believe you follow my ass. (The fact you have an ‘abi tag’ still has me dying okay ilysm.) Your tags always give me life, I like how I even know they are your tags before I see your url. Your posts are always amazing, seeing you on my dash makes me smile, you are an actual ray of sunshine and I feel so blessed to have you as a mutual. <3<3

Now onto the follow forever:  faves in italics, mutuals bolded

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Dear Cat,

If I’m carbon neutral, it’s only because you take my breath away.

I’ll plant a tree for every piece of you I want to keep close.  Willow for how you inspire me.  Heather for the dreams I have of you.  Magnolia for your beauty.  Rosewood for your grace and spirit.  Cherry for how sweet you smell and the way you blossom under my touch.

I guess I didn’t realize the things I was whispering against your impossibly soft skin weren’t English.  You overwhelm me, Cat, and I suppose I can’t help but slip into my native tongue.  There are not exact translations for many of those words.  Sweet nothings mostly, but there was that one moment, you remember the one, just before we had to stop.  With my lips against that delicious little dimple, I couldn’t help but tell you all the ways I’d imagined making you feel special and worshipped.  All the things I’d dreamed we’d do together.  I called you :zrhueiao, (beautiful) and mishidh, (paradise).  And, since we’ve talked about full honesty, I may have whispered khighi into your ear.  Don’t get mad.  It’s the closest thing to “Cat” Kryptonian gets.

I’ll make sure to bring my very special picnic blanket and basket the next time I come.  I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.  Rome, Athens, Iceland, the Maldives, all perfect picnic places.  Or we could just go to that little park we can see from your balcony.  I’ll feed you grapes and read you filthy poetry under one of those cherry trees, they should be just about to bloom…

As for the rest… I know I’m not exactly what you dreamed for yourself at this time in your life, but I’m really not as young and unbreakable as you believe me to be.  I’m not looking for that perfect moment or that youthful fantasy.  And breaking you, even in a moment of true pleasure, would actually break me.  I want to take care of you.  I won’t apologize for looking out for your comfort or preventing your pain.  I just… don’t want to rush this.  

If you really believe that our time together is too tempting while you’re recovering, or that we can’t trust ourselves to stay within your physical boundaries, I’ll stay in National City until you’re a little better.  You’re improving by leaps and bounds and I know it won’t be long.  We can’t risk your healing process for a night of indulgence… as glorious as we know that would be.

Soon, i:jev, (my joy)

anonymous asked:

Part3!! it's so good

Okay, here’s part three! I’m glad you guys like it! Shout out to @juggiecooperr for the idea of where to take this!

Also, A/N: I have absolutely no idea how Doctor’s Office pregnancy tests work, so, I hope this makes sense.

Teenage Pregnancy (Part Three)

Betty was lying on her bed, eyes closed but not sleeping. She couldn’t get the past couple days out of her head.

She heard a light tap on her window. Her eyes opened, but Jughead was already climbing inside.

“Don’t get up,” He murmured. He padded quietly to the bed, laying next to Betty. “How’s my favorite girl?” He rubbed a flattened palm across Betty’s abdomen.

“I’m okay, Juggie. No morning sickness since I took the test.” She rested her hand over top of Jughead’s.

“When are you going to tell your parents?” He murmured, rubbing a thumb across her belly.

“I don’t know if I should. I mean, we have the appointment tomorrow. Maybe we should wait until after the Doctor confirms everything?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Jughead murmured.

“Plus, we need to figure out… what we’re going to do.”

Jughead dropped his hand. “Yeah, I know. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Jug.” She gave him a light kiss. “We’re 16, though. We need to be smart about this.”

Jughead nodded and rolled onto his stomach, looking at Betty. “So what do you think we should do?”

“As much as I would love to keep it… I don’t think we can.”

“We could make it work, Betty. Think of it - a little boy or a little girl with your hair and your smarts and your wit and charm? The perfect child in the world.”

Betty shook her head. “They would have to have your eyes and your wit and charm to even have a chance in this world. Plus your drive and heart.”

“So we’re going to think about… about keeping him or her?”

Betty bit her lip and reached for Jughead’s hand. “Jughead you live with Archie Andrews. I don’t think Fred would appreciate a baby there. My parents are going to kill me when they find out. I just… I don’t think we can.”

Jughead nodded slowly. “We can’t afford to move out right now. I haven’t found another job yet. You can’t start working now,” He said, resting a hand back on Betty’s stomach.

Betty laughed sadly. “I’m pregnant, Jug, not broken. I could work for a couple months.”

“Oh no,” Jughead said seriously. “My babies will not be put to work. I don’t even like you carrying your textbooks, Bets.”

Betty rolled her eyes. “So, what, adoption?”

“I guess so,” Jughead sighed. “We can give our perfect baby to a couple who deserves one.”

“I just hate the thought of giving our baby - after feeling him or her grow for nine months, kicking me, talking to it, y’know? - giving our baby to a stranger.”

“Ar-are you thinking about an abortion, then?” Jughead said, his hand becoming still over her abdomen once more.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I could do that, either. I can’t deal with any of these options.” Betty felt the tears welling in her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. we’ll figure it out, okay?” Jughead said, moving his hand from Betty’s abdomen to her cheek.

A tear slipped out, rolling over Jughead’s fingers.

“It’ll be okay,” He whispered, kissing her.

Jughead had borrowed Fred Andrews’ truck, driving to the next town’s clinic. 

Betty held onto Jughead’s arm for dear life. She stood up and collected pamphlets for Adoption, Abortion, Teenage Pregnancy and Baby’s First Year, just in case.

She sat down, folding the pamphlets in her hand, waiting for her name to be called.

A few moments later, the nurse popped out from behind the divider. “Cooper?” She called cheerily.

Betty grabbed Jughead’s hand, pulling him down the hall with her.

The nurse closed the door behind her, leaving Betty to sit on the crinkly paper.

A moment later, the Doctor came in, Betty’s chart in her hand. She handed her a cup, explaining how they would test her urine, and pointed her in the direction of a bathroom.

Betty did as she was told, and returned with a half-filled cup. She handed it to the doctor, who told Betty it would take a day to get the results back. 

“We’ll call and let you know,” The Doctor smiled. “If you’re pregnant, we’ll book you in for an ultrasound as soon as possible.”

Betty thanked the Doctor, her nerves not at all eased.

Betty shot up in bed at the sound of her phone ringing the next morning.

“Hello?” She said sleepily.

“Elizabeth Cooper?” The woman on the other end asked.


“This is Candace from Dr. Grisham’s office. We have your test results - you’re pregnant. We can fit you in for an ultrasound this afternoon, if you’re available. I also have slots open Friday the -”

“No, I’m available today.” Betty murmured.

“I’ll write you in for two o’clock. Thank you, Ms. Cooper.”

“Thanks,” Betty said, hanging up.

Betty texted Jughead, letting him know what time they had to go to the Doctor.

Betty sat back on the crinkle paper once more, Jughead’s hand in hers. The Doctor squeezed gel on Betty’s stomach, moving it around with the ultrasound wand.

Dr. Grisham moved the wand back and forth across Betty’s stomach, slowly at first, then faster. A look of concern crossed her face.

“What’s wrong?” Betty murmured.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “I can’t find the heartbeat.”

It registered to Jughead before Betty realized what that meant.

“Oh,” was all she could muster.

Dr. Grisham wiped Betty’s belly clean. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth. When the miscarriage happens a few days before you take a pregnancy test, the hCG levels in your body can still cause a positive result. You may have miscarried a few days after the positive home-test as well.”

Betty sat up and stared at the Doctor. She couldn’t make herself talk.

“Our estimate was that you were about 8 weeks along or slightly less. This means you don’t have to go to the hospital. The expelled tissue will look no different from heavy menstrual bleeding.You may or may not see tissue that looks like an embryo or fetus.”

“You mean it’s just going to… come out of me at home?” Betty said, dumbfounded.

“I’m afraid so, Ms. Cooper.”

Betty nodded. “Okay. Thank you.” She murmured, hopping off the bed.

She grabbed Jughead’s hand and exited the room, wanting to leave before the tears fell.

In Fred’s truck, the tears fell from Betty’s eyes freely.

Jughead squeezed her hand tightly, biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry, too.

“It’s going to be okay, Bets. We’ll get through this together.”

Betty nodded sadly. “I know we will. I was just starting to picture our little family - that blonde haired, blue eyed replica of us. I know we couldn’t have that right now, but I just kept picturing our baby, Jughead.”

Jughead hugged her as best he could in the cabin of the truck. “I know, baby, I did too. We’ll have that one day, I promise. It just wasn’t meant to be right now.”

Betty nodded. He was right - she knew he was right. But it still hurt.

“As many as you want. They’ll be perfect. They’ll be ours, and we’ll be ready for them, and so excited.”

“I love you, Jug.” Betty murmured, placing a light kiss on his lips, then rested her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

hello may i request an au! where bucky is like your husband but he is simply a servant in a castle then one day a handsome lord notices you and wants to make you his <3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader / Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: AU!

A/N: congratulations! you’ve discovered another kink of mine!!!! lolol, I mean, I love au’s, but au’s set in victorian times? shit, I’m so down with that. I might actually write another piece like this one. really enjoyed it. thanks for the request bb <33


“(Y/N)! How lovely to see you again, my dear. What brings you today? Some fish? Or maybe a new dress? Mary just finished her newest one and it’s magnificent,” you smiled at the merchant in front of you and shook your head.

“I need new gloves for James. He managed to ruin his yesterday.”

He laughed and began his search for white gloves while continuing to speak with you.

“It’s a mystery how you two aren’t married yet.”

“We’ve talked about it. Someday, maybe. I don’t know.”

It was a difficult topic. One that shouldn’t be difficult, but it was. You were in love with Bucky, Bucky was in love with you, but he was a servant and lived in the castle. How would a marriage work? You two hardly saw each other as it were..

“Ah! There you go!”

He handed you the gloves and you gave him some coins in exchange, before making your way to the castle.

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Torn Between- Part 2

A/N: So sorry for the loooong wait, but here it is, part two and final part of this series. Hope you like it xx

Pairings: Theo X Reader, Stiles X Reader

Word Count: 1.58K words



“5 more minutes, please Scott.” I mumbled sleepily, face buried in pillow.

Scott was waking me up for school, but today I feel so lazy.

“We’re gonna be late.” Scott whined.

“Oh please you go fifteen minutes before school starts anyway.” I mumbled.

“Who’s gonna give you lift then?”

“I will text Theo, now get the hell out and lemme sleep.”


Finally he left. I sighed and reached my phone and texted Theo to give me lift. After few more minutes of snuggling, I unwillingly got out of bed. After getting ready I heard Theo’s car’s beep.

I grabbed two sandwiches from the counter and went outside, Aunt Melissa left early today for her shift.

“Good morning princess.” Theo laughed looking at my state.

My hair was pulled up onto a messy bun, I wore baggy T-shirts with jeans.

“Don’t laugh, I was up all night finishing off the freaking essay.” I groaned.

“Aww, you look cute still.” Theo said smiling softly.

“Sure.” I scoffed and handed him one of the sandwiches.

Once we arrived at the school, we were talking and walking down the hallway. I spotted Scott and Stiles standing in front of my locker.

“Hey guys!” I said.

“Hey,” Stiles said and hugged me.

“The sleeping beauty’s here.” Scott laughed.

“Shut up.” I punched him playfully.

“You look cute today.” Stiles said smiling.

“Uh thanks?” I blushed.

“Theo,are you alright?” Scott asked Theo.

I looked at Theo, he looked tensed, and it was as if he was controlling himself not to wolf out.

“I have to go.” He said and rushed off to his class.

“What’s up with him?” Stiles asked.

“No idea.” I replied confused.


After the classes, it was soon lunch time. Before lunch we had Physics, but Theo was not in the class, I haven’t seen him since this morning and now I was worried.

I sat beside Stiles and began making small talk with Lydia.Then I saw Theo coming towards the table, I sighed in relief and when he sat in the spot next to me, I asked him, ”Where the hell were you?”

“Oh it’s nothing serious, just wanted to take a break from class.” He shrugged.

I placed my hand on him and asked, ”are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” He said slowly looking into my eyes.

“Y/N, you have to try these fries,” Stiles said and fed me some fries.

“Mhmm, this is good, did they hire new chef or something?” I asked.

“Maybe.” Stiles laughed feeding me some more.

“You two are so cute.” Kira gushed.

“Yeah just date already.” Malia chuckled.

I blushed and looked at Stiles, he was blushing too.

“I gotta go, I just remembered something. ”Theo suddenly said getting up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing serious, I promise, I will call you later.” Theo said rushing off.

Well that was weird.


“No way Lyds!” I said to Lydia, me and her were currently at her place just flipping through fashion magazines.

“I’m telling you Y/N, he was so jealous.” Lydia said.

“Theo and I were a thing when we were kids, that was not even real. Now we’re just friends okay?” I argued back.

Although I said that I couldn’t help but think of Theo more than as a friend, I still had feelings for him. But I can’t risk it, I can’t bear heartbreak again. It’s better if we stay just friends, atleast that way I can still talk with him. Now I wanna focus on future, with Stiles.

“Are you sure about that? I saw the way he looks at you Y/N.” Lydia said smiling.

“Whatever it is. I don’t wanna ruin the thing I have with Stiles now.” I sighed.

“Aw, do what your heart wants, I’ll be here to support you.” Lydia said.

“Do you think Stiles likes me?” I asked blushing.

“Hell yeah he does, he’s head over heels.”

“I really hope he does, he’s so cute and perfect and all.”

“Love is in ze air.” Lydia said laughing.

“Whoa slow down, not love, just crush.”

“Yeah right.” Lydia laughed.


*the next day*

“Finally it’s Friday.” Kira said relieved.

“Guys, let’s go to this party tonight at Sean’s place.” Liam said during lunchtime.

“Yeah it’s been awhile, we should go.” Malia said looking excited.

“Yeah it’ll be fun.” I said.

I’m looking forward to this party to be honest. This week’s been stressful with school work and stuffs.


“Theo, you coming to the party tonight?” I asked Theo as I took a seat beside him during Physics class.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“Please come, it’ll be fun !!” I tried to convince him.

“Total waste of time, I can’t even get drunk.” He said.

“But I’ll be there, c’mon!”

“Uh okay, fine, only for you.”He smiled.

“Yay.” I cheered and he laughed.


“Y/N you look so pretty,” Lydia approached me and hugged me once I went inside the party.

“Thanks, you look great too.” I said smiling.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked her.

“They are in the other room getting us drinks, c’mon,” she said.

“Guys, Y/N is here.” She said as we entered the place where drinks are kept.

“HEY!” They all said cheerfully.

“Do you want a drink?” Stiles asked me.

“Uh no thanks, I’m fine.”I said.


“It sucks I can’t even get drunk.” Malia sighed.

We all just chuckled.

“By the way have you guys seen Theo? I texted him, he said he’s already here.” I asked the pack.

“Yeah I saw him earlier, no idea where’s he now though.” Kira shrugged.

“Okay, let me go find him, I will be right back.” I said as I exited the room.

The place was crowded, I began searching for Theo. The moment I spotted him my face fell. He was kissing a blonde girl. She was straddling him, they were sitting on the couch.

I felt my heart sink and a giant lump form in my throat.

He really doesn’t like me romantically anymore. 

What was I thinking? Ofcourse he doesn’t. Silly, stupid Y/N.

I sighed and went outside for fresh air. As soon as the cold air hit me, I felt somewhat refreshed. I walked towards the swing that was just around the corner and took a seat in one of the two swings. The music from inside still loud outside.

Why am I feeling this bad? I shouldn’t, I definitely shouldn’t. But I still couldn’t help but let the tears stream down my face.

“Y/N?” I heard Theo calling me.

I didn’t reply him back, just wiped my tears off and tried to not breakdown. He took a seat beside me in the other swing.

“You’re crying,” he started slowly, “why are you crying, everything okay?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” I lied.

“Oh please, cut it off, what’s wrong?” He asked looking concerned.

“It’s nothing, like I said I’m fine.” I said stubbornly.

“You’re not fine, just tell me, please.” He said taking my hands in his.

I looked the other way, not wanting to see him.

“Look at me, please tell me what’s going on.” Theo pleaded, “did I do something.”

“Oh please Theo, as if you don’t know.” I sniffled. 

“What?” He asked confused.

“I-I’m upset because…”I started.

“Because? Just tell me.” 

“I saw you kiss some blonde girl !” I said frustrated.

“Oh.” He said slowly, “I had no idea that would bother you.” He shrugged, ”why does it bother you?”

“It-it’s just I was surprised.”

“Being surprised doesn’t make you burst into tears. There’s more to the story.” He stated.

“Just forget it, okay?” I shrugged.

“You still like me, don’t you?” He suddenly asked me.

“Wha-” I was interrupted by him.

“Besides, just to be clear, she was drunk and before I could stop her she started kissing me.”He started, ”If you stayed till the end, you would’ve seen that I pushed her away. I can never look at some other girl, when I already am in love with someone else.” He finished.

“Oh you like someone else? Who is it?” I asked with a pang in my chest.

“You didn’t answer my question yet, do you like me?” He asked.

“Theo….yes I still do, and seeing you kiss someone else just made it more clear.” I sighed.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He began slowly, “do you have any idea how much I was hurting when you were with Stiles, and everyone adoring you as couple.” 

“I wasn’t dating Stiles, I had this crush on him….wait the girl you lik-”

“Is you, Y/N Y/L/N, it’s always been you.” He said looking me at my eyes.

Before I could respond, Theo pulled me closer and kissed me. I immediately kissed him, and boy the sparks I felt was just indescribable. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, the street lights gave enough light for me to see his gorgeous face.

“Promise me, you’ll not leave like you did years ago.” I asked gently.

He cupped my face and looked seriously before saying, “I promise.”