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She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.
“What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.
“Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”
“I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.
“But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.
“And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.
“And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.
Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.
R: Meet me in the common room now.
Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.
The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.
“Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.
“Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”
“That’s exactly why I picked it.”
Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.
Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.
Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.
“Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.
One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”
Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.
“I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.
But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.
Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.
“Reggie,” she muttered.
“All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.
“No, you don’t.”
Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside.
“What was that?” Y/N whispered.
“Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.
Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”
“So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.
“They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he? “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”
Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”
“That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”
“To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”
“Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”
Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.
“No, you can’t—”
“But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”
“You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”
“For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”
“If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”
Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…
She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.
“Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.
Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.
“What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”
The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.
A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.
“Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.
Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”
“Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.
Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.
“What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”
“No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“They’re here!” Kevin announced.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.
“What is this?” Jughead asked.
“A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.
“Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.
Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”
“We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.
Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.
It couldn’t get any worse.
The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.
“We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.
“But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.
“Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”
Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”
And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.
“Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.
“It’s fine! Wanna dance?”
Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.
“I didn’t know you could dance!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance.
Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.
“Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.
“Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.
Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”
“Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.
“Because I felt bad about what I said.”
Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.
“That was fun,” she said.
“All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.
Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.
“What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.
“What?” Y/N asked.
“Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”
“I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.
“Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.
Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.
“I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”
Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.
“And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.
Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”
Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”
“Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.
“Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”
“Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.
Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.
“You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.
“You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.
“But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?”
Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.
“What’s wrong?” Veronica said.
“I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Veronica asked.
“B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”
Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.
“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.
“Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.
Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”
Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”
“Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.”
Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.
“What happened?” Veronica asked.
“Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.
Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”
“Yes,” Y/N whispered.
“And you never told us?” Betty added.
“No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.
That stunned her friends.
“You love him?” Archie finally asked.
“Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”
Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”
“And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.
“We all will,” Betty said.
Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”
“If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.
“And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.
Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.
“Is he still around?” Y/N asked.
“He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.
Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.
“You feel better?” Reggie asked.
“Yeah, a lot better.”
“Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”
Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”
“And are you?”
“I think so.”
Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it.
summary: all you wanted was a cute couple selfie for your lock screen.
rating: 10+ (super mild sexual situations?)
notes: once upon a time, there was a niku who was working on another fic, but she got a small case of writer’s block and decided to write something else for a bit in hopes it would help. what i actually wrote was this as well as a little bit for the continuation for the halloween fic. but then one thing led to another and here we are. i hope it’s not too incoherent and you guys enjoy.
ps. i s2g i’ll write pure fluff for saeran one day but that day is not today.also i still blame @fabicchi
V is really something
this is why I like photos so much and those who can see what V sees
also… did anyone notices that V used to sent just a pair of bubbles but with a long message? and now he is like Yoosung or seven sending just a few words in each bubble 😐 it give him a sense of maturity and seriousness and now it feels weird
(the stardew valley au for critical role that no one asked for, but i wrote anyways, bc i’m a sucker for found family / healing narratives, and because the idea of percy and cass learning to love each other and themselves, whilst working a farm and making friends with the locals, was too good to pass up. will i write more of this? who knows.)
Cassandra was the one driving when they finally arrived. In the passenger seat beside her, Percy was curled up, sleeping shallow and fitful – seatbelt off, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes rolling under the thin, bruised skin of his eyelids. The faint, green glow of the truck’s dials made the pale skin and sharp angles of his face look sickly, threw the purple of his newly-acquired scars into sharp, unpleasant relief.
Outside the truck, now the engine was off, it was eerily silent, and oppressively hot without the air conditioning running. Used to the steady traffic noises of the city, and the relative chill of Maine, mid-spring rural Alabama was alien in every possible way. She could remember vacationing here as a young child, but that was years ago, distant enough that she had only had hazy memories of a quaint farmhouse, overgrown fields, running through grass well above head-height in a muddied sundress as Julius called after her in alarm.
The farmhouse she’d parked behind looked significantly more dilapidated than the one from her memories. Parts of the roof were bowing in, and there were weeds growing through the cracks between the stones. The fields looked much the same, though the darkness and the unfamiliar sounds of nighttime animals added a layer of unknown menace to them.
Or perhaps, she thought, that was just her. She’d never been afraid of the dark as a child, after all, but now…
Warm up elf sketch (used a picture of one of my sisters as a reference)! I was thinking about the first website I ever uploaded my artwork too, elfwood. Did anyone else use elfwood?! And if you want to see extra beautiful elf drawings please check out @kiikiibee
Investigation!AU: After being assigned to a new case, you arrive at the crime scene, and find your new partner.
Word Count: 1111
So, this is the new AU! It’s going to be a bit darker in a sense? I suppose it’s a bit self-explanatory with the themes regarding crimes. Anyhow it won’t be a constant every day posting unless requested. It’ll be every other day so there will be a regular prompt for those not comfortable with this subject matter. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Thank you!
You stepped out of the cab, giving brief thanks to the driver as you stepped out, walking past the victim’s home, and along the trail beyond their home.
Just before the home was drenched in police cars, spilling in and out of the home for evidence of one of the crimes.
Your first visit would be within the woods.
A gentle breeze drew past you as you made your way down the cobblestone path, leaves occasionally crunching beneath your shoes.
The trees began to overlook over you as you came deeper within, more voices filling your ears, and the drop of people rushing in and out, proof of evidence overflowing in their arms.
You slipped beneath protective tape rounding tightly about the surrounding trees.
And you were met with the scene.
One of the two.
Just beyond the trail, there was an older man, gray lining his messy hair that curled onto his aged features.
A bullet hole was engraved on his stomach, dark blood managing to seep through the thick fabric of his suit.
You were snapped from your thoughts as the commissioner approached you, reaching out a hand. “Call me Eun.”
You returned the handshake, giving a faint dip of your head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“As to you,” He sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I”ve heard very good things about you.”
“You have? I’m flattered.”
“No need to be modest, honestly I’m sure many others would love to have your position.”
“This is the dream isn’t it?”
“To some,” Eun said, furrowing his brow at the prospect. “Anyhow, I hope you’re aware that for this case you’ll have a partner?”
“Yes, I was told this in phone calls.”
“Well, I’d like you to meet him.”
He called to another man examining the body, gesturing him to come over.
He towered over you, an odd coldness glossing over his coal eyes, wavy sooty hair wavering over his face.
Yet somehow everything about him warmed for a moment as he saw you, even his gaze softening in an almost kind manner.
He seemed almost in awe as he stared at you, approaching carefully as if you were a figment of his imagination.
“This is Detective Jumin Han. Your partner for this case.”
“Jumin,” You nodded, soaking in the name as you reached to greet him. “I’m MC.”
“That’s a lovely name. I look forward to working with you.”
“As do I.” You turned to the commissioner, giving a small smile. “We’ll take it from here. Thank you.”
Eun departed to the home with a wave, leaving just the two of you.
And the numerous other investigators.
“So from what I know we’re looking at a government official. A justice, right?”
Jumin cleared his throat, having to break away from his mesmerization of you.
“Yes-yes. Justice Gyeong Kim. Inside is Prime Minister Kwan Choi.”
“There was an eyewitness as well?”
“Two, to be exact,” He stated. “The mother Eunji, and their son, Yoosung.”
You let out a small sigh, glancing back at the house.
“Story from both of them is an intruder arrived, shot Choi and raced out. When Kim went after the intruder, a fight ensued and Kim was ultimately shot and killed.”
“Is the son still here?”
“At the house. I haven’t spoken with him. I figured it would be better for us both to go.”
“Did anyone see the intruder?”
“They’re interviewing neighbors now.” He folded his lips. “From the few accounts they’ve finished…no.”
“That sounds like a great start.”
“Absolutely,” He pointed to the makeshift road, continuing. “Now, the most likely scenario here is the intruder was escaping along the trail and as they and Kim fought, it was derailed shortly off the path.”
“But going along the path is no different than essentially giving a treasure map with an ‘x marks the spot’.”
“Desperation isn’t known to make people geniuses.”
You thought, tipping your head curiously. “How would you act desperate?”
“Depends on the motivation don’t you think?”
“Well, in this context.”
“I imagine I wouldn’t have pursued them. I would’ve protected those with me. And while I can understand the motivation to go after and prevent these from happening again, there are higher chances of losing than winning.”
“Well, you’re younger and stronger. Kim was older and average built for someone his age. You would’ve had a very good chance of winning. Kim…not so much.”
“Perhaps that’s what makes it an act of desperation,” Jumin turned to face you, leaving you feeling oddly comforted. “Not knowing nor caring whether you’ll win or lose. It’s purely an instinct, a desire to protect.”
“I don’t doubt that Kim had the best interest. He did good work in the government and was a wonderful family man. But something about this…”
“It’s just that most would call the police. Even desperate and terrified people the first thing they do is call for emergency help.”
“Do you think Kim contemplated?”
“I wouldn’t rule out the possibility.” You shuffled, huffing. “We’ll have to ask the family I guess.”
“I suppose so.” He shrugged. “but I wouldn’t be too worried, this won’t get us out of paperwork.”
You laughed lightly as you began to turn and head for the house, Jumin following beside you. “Oh, was that a joke? I heard you were pretty stoic.”
“I’d like to think that people just don’t appreciate my humor.” He gave the tiniest smile. “But I’m glad to finally find someone who does.”
“You could’ve fooled me as a comedian.”
“Without a doubt. Especially now,” You grinned. “situations like these are when people need lightheartedness the most. You know, a little light to the darkness.”
His eyes became painted with a tender sort of care towards you, his lips stretching a bit more as he nodded in agreement.
Authors note: Hello my lovely readers, thank you so much for sticking with me. Today is the day. I found time to write again and to thank you for your patience I made the chapter extra long. Brace yourselves for over 4k words of this story. Enjoy! <3
I was standing there for what felt like what felt like hours, just staring in the direction Jared had disappeared. In fact, it was only a few moments before Diana stood in front of me with a look on her face that clearly said: “What the fuck?!”. She didn’t say anything for a minute and I stared back at her with as many questions visible on my face like on hers.
What was Jared thinking? He just had come after me and kissed me. I thought he didn’t remember me or the day we had spent together. He had ignored me the past few days and now he did this. I still felt the passion lingering on my lips and if I wasn’t absolutely frozen because I was so caught in my thoughts I would have touched my lips to feel how hot they were after his lips had danced over mine. It hadn’t felt like just a kiss, there had been more. A deep need that had been prominent in the air that we exchanged with our breaths. Not only a sexual need, it was the kind of need you only feel when you’re in love. But there had also been a little bit of frustration in it, some kind of anger somewhere lying deep in the depths of all these feelings.
First Impressions - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Chapter V: FINALE)
Summary: Your homecoming is wonderful, but Jasmine still hasn’t gotten over her own heartbreak. An unlikely hero helps along both her happiness, and yours. Mr. Miranda is the perfect gentleman and the love of your life. Happy endings become possible.
Word Count: 3,496 (the longest piece I’ve ever posted!)
A/N: We have finally reached the end of this series, and I wanted to post this on the day of Lin’s birthday to celebrate happy endings and contentment! Happy birthday, Lin. This is for you, and every single person who has supported this deliciously crazy idea.
The rest of
your trip in London was fading into a blur, and fast. Each day was bleeding
into the next and the hours you spent simply thinking about that same dark pair
of eyes that had pierced you from the very start. To think that this
misunderstanding was entirely due to your own prejudice and refusal to believe
a good thing about the man made your thoughts whirl down a spiral of shame.
Jasmine had been right. There is good in everybody.
Why are the Anti-Jashis being jerks to the Jashi Shippers?
I apologize if this comes off as preachy, but it’s really not cool to troll the people who support the ship after what happened this last episode. In fact, it’s not cool to troll anyone at all ever. Period.
No, most of us did not see this twist coming, but neither did you. And I’d bet money that you’re just as upset as we are.
Yes, the Jashi shippers still love the show even with this twist. All it does is add drama and a new obstacle for Jack and Ashi to overcome, both separately and together. It was never going to be that easy for him to have a close relationship, romance or no romance.
Yes, the Jashi shippers still support Jack and Ashi and have hope that she’ll come through and be okay. Don’t mock us for having hope. That’s just not right.
Yes, we still believe that the show as a whole will end in a satisfying way. And as we’ve always been saying, the quality of a show is not limited to the couples in it.
As upsetting as it is, for everybody, shippers or not, the events of this past episode are merely a trial. No matter how it ends, Jack will have taken something away from his experiences with Ashi, even if in the end he can’t share that with her.
So, to the people who choose to openly mock those who don’t share their views on Anti-Jashi after Episode C, I would like to kindly remind you of something that holds true for everyone in the Samurai Jack fandom after tonight:
We are ALL scared. We are ALL angry. We are ALL anxious to see how the final battle ends. The fandom needs each other now more than ever. So instead of tearing itself apart because of differences of opinion, why not focus on what we DO have in common and support each other instead?
No matter how you look at it or whether or not you agree with the route Genndy Tartakovsky took to develop Jack’s and Ashi’s relationship, JACK STILL CARES ABOUT ASHI AND JUST LOST HER TO AKU, LIKE SO MANY OTHERS IN HIS LIFE.
We need each other to cope with that, now more than ever.
summary; You decide to try an unconventional method of stress release.
“Oh god, anyone could see us.”
“You seem stressed,” You pointed out, noticing that your boyfriend was gripping the wheel pretty tightly.
“I’m fine,” He shot back, smiling gently so that you weren’t worried, although when he shifted back and began driving again, you noticed him grimace.
“Did something happen today?”
You sighed, wanting to figure out what was wrong with him. Most people saw your boyfriend as stoic and quiet, although there was certainly an emotional side to him that they didn’t get to see. Once he had exposed that side of him, you found yourself beginning to easily read his emotions, no matter how unemotional he seemed.
It was only natural for you to be worried as you noticed his brow furrowing and his jaw clenching a bit.
okay but like, Wanda has a history with mental illnesses. she’s powerful as heck, but she also has had some literally apocalyptic nervous breakdowns (like erasing 99% of mutants apocalyptic) because she’s an immensely powerful person with mental health issues. being super powerful does not mean you can’t break down in a stressful situation.
that’s why I like what a lot of people are scornfully calling the “pep talk” between her and Clint in aou. you get a glimpse of Wanda who isn’t able to handle stressful situations well all the time. you get a glimpse of neuroatypical Wanda that isn’t the Whedon-y River Tam nonsense. you see Wanda that straight up panics because she has trouble dealing with the fact that she might be responsible for all the death and destruction. she panics. that’s okay. death and destruction raining from the sky, and you’d probably panic too, and you’re not dealing with everything that Wanda’s dealing with.
so yes, I thought that was nice. part of the reason I love Wanda she’s a mentally ill superhero. I loved that scene because we got a look at a possible neuroatypical Wanda in mcu. and then she got up and kicked butt. like, as a mentally ill person, I can’t tell you how much that meant
I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do more–wait for Feyre’s reply, or go to sleep and hope to see her in my dreams. I was back at the townhouse, where I’d brought Nesta and Elain before allowing Mor to show them to another home where they could wait for the right time to leave. Nesta had expressed boredom with the mountain cabin, and I was frankly glad to get them both out of there.