god is writing your love story

Every life is a once-told tale.  Your story is a scripture, and God is the Reader; therefore, we are swept up in a cosmic love affair, whether God cares or not.  Despite the nightmare, I will interpret for good and seal this Book of Life with a kiss.  O Reader of All Life, wait for me while I am away in battle on earth.  I will write every day, and when I return I shan’t leave You again.  My actions are a love letter to You.  Read it, and weep.
—  Rabbi Zoe Klein, from Lights in the Forest: Rabbis Respond to Twelve Essential Jewish Questions (ed. Rabbi Paul Citrin, CCAR Press, 2014)

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

okay so since the carmilla fandom is basically dead / going into hibernation until the movie i figured i’d make a fic rec post just for fun (and then go drown myself in riverdale), going from my favourites to decent ones:

white blank page - angsty college sports au and the dopest thing ever

exposure - slow burn and internal suffering and emotions it is gorgeous, college au again but carmilla does photography

i’ll keep you safe if you keep me wild - bounty hunter carmilla moves to the country and an adorable love story 

pens - one shot (which is unusual bc i normally hate them) but its a subway strangers kinda thing

chasing ghosts - post military laura comes back to hometown, spoiler carmilla has a daughter shit gets real fluffy tbh but there’s also some angst

clockwork - i honestly don’t remember this one that well but apparently i liked it so heres a flower shop au 

pandemic - weird infection dystopian thriller au thing but holy shit the plot twist in this one is wild, also i cried at the end soooooo (happy tears i think)

this distant image of our tiny world - space au in a mars colony, hear me out, holy shit the setting is so well described and you can imagine this all so well its beautiful

the minister’s daughter - lgbt christian community, it’s acc quite sweet

absolution - short hollence-hollstein cheat fic, it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure

your mom called, you left your game at home - softball rivals and mucho angst turned hate sex??? turned dating (I’m spotting a trend here)

music to my ears - high school band and orchestra au don’t judge it’s cute alright

the road to home - road trip au with a v slow romance but hey ho its a good one

where your treasure is, there will your heart be also - fluffy but mostly plot based hogwarts au yet i ended up enjoying it v much so give it a go

the triwizard tournament - another sappy and soft but more hollstein centric hogwarts au why not

on our last leg - olympic running au, a v v v long one shot i believe

this just can’t be summer love - pretty writing, hawaii romance one shot

four walls - like a fucking action novel holy shit y’all

strangers - incomplete fwb story but damn i wish there was more

(of all persisting stars) - their first time from both povs 

the mirror between us - an okay one shot but i loved the twist

[also not with haste, back to back, god knows it’s not what we would choose to do, she smelled like lilacs, no space among the clouds, maybe the spark between us can light my cigarette, touched by stars, just stay with me, meet me halfway to your heart, gossip column, the sun dont set if we keep heading west]

okay I’m done (for now) (or maybe not wow this takes a long time)

Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. The kisses, the “I miss you” hugs, the cuddling, the love. Everything about falling in love is what makes a person remember how great it feels to have butterflies in your stomach and to have your heart beat so fast that your chest is going to explode. Being in love with someone is amazing. But being in love with your best friend, god that is fucking the best thing I could ever ask for. Being in love with the person that makes you laugh so hard that you nearly have snot coming out your right nostril and makes your stomach turn inside out. Being in love with the person that you share secrets with and gossip about people with, the person that says “fuck her baby, she don’t know a damn thing” kind of best friend. The person that you can lay next to at night and can’t sleep until 3 am because you were talking about how people can’t learn their damn differences between they’re, their, and there, and then laugh about it. The person that you argue with about what kind of food you want to eat, or who’s going to be the one to get up from the bed and turn off the light. The person that you can lick their face and they won’t look back at you with a confused face, but sticks their finger up your nose. The person that won’t only being the shoulder to cry on, but the shoulder that will bring you back up and make you stronger than before. The person that will tell you whats wrong and whats bothering them instead of being distant and ignore the situation. Loving someone that you can share memories and laughs with, god it is beautiful. Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friend, that is the most wonderful thing I could ever ask for.
—  I’m in love with my best friend

anonymous asked:

I loved your story about God and Lucifer.

I’m glad! I was excited when @writing-prompt-s reblogged it and was equally excited when I saw that people were enjoying reading it!  I’ve gotten so many wonderful comments about that story and it’s just made my week :)

Now, peripherally related to this post, I want to say one thing and that’s that the best prompts are ones that make you feel. Hone in on why it makes you feel a certain way and use it.  One of my most successful stories was a prompt fill that I call Parent Points (X). I wrote that because the idea of children being purchased infuriated me. And when I thought more about it, I realized that there’s a lot more about the system that makes me angry.

I would never have written anything like parent points, would never have gotten the opportunity to learn as much as I have in the process of writing it, would never have reached so many people if I hadn’t seen that prompt. I am deeply thankful that I got that opportunity to think and create something that’s resonated with so many people. And that’s all because that prompt made me think.

So I really want to encourage people to look at prompts that make them angry and ask why. And then write a story about why because it helps

One Line Prompts!

One liners:

1. “Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.”
2. “You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.”
3. “Baseball cards? What are you? Five?”
4. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”
5. “I don’t love you anymore.”
6. “Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.”
7. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting.”
8. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”
9. “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.”
10. “Stop copying me.”

i feel it in my chest. that feeling of pure happiness. the feeling that i could do anything with you by my side. i am absolutely, inevitably in love with you. the idea of being with you is electrifying. tracing my finger across your jaw, your head in my lap and my fingers tangled in your hair. your deep blue eyes completely capturing me and i stutter mid sentence because the thought of ever being without you is completely heartbreaking. you’ve completely changed my outlook on life and my god please don’t ever leave, you’re my light at the end of this dark tunnel.
—  Excerpt from a book i’ll never write // you’re the love of my life

“Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.”

“Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything - if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.”

Oh god, I could swear I’m seeing the stars turn emerald and gold to match your eyes, and the moon giving your skin enough radiance to leave glowing traces on my skin when you kiss me.
—  j.f // with spring comes the promise of new beginnings • excerpts of stories I will never write
writing tip #1763:

bees! they’re the tiny stingy insects that live inside your story, and they want to help you improve your narrative! a good writing tip is to smear bee juice on your word processor and wait for the bees to appear on your keys, so that the bees can help you devise a satisfying plot resolution or whatever it is you want. yes! the bees love you! god, they think you are a lovely thing. the bees, they like you a lot. those bees. those kind lovely bees

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

  • ❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜
  • ❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
  • ❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜
  • ❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜
  • ❛ talk less…smile more. ❜
  • ❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜
  • ❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜
  • ❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜
  • ❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜
  • ❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜
  • ❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜
  • ❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜
  • ❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜
  • ❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜
  • ❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜
  • ❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜
  • ❛ i am so into you. ❜
  • ❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜
  • ❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜
  • ❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜
  • ❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜
  • ❛ that would be enough. ❜
  • ❛ and we could be enough. ❜
  • ❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜
  • ❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜
  • ❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜
  • ❛ awesome. wow. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜
  • ❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜
  • ❛ what’d i miss? ❜
  • ❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜
  • ❛ take a break. ❜
  • ❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜
  • ❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜
  • ❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ we both know what we know. ❜
  • ❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜
  • ❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜
  • ❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜
  • ❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜
  • ❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜
  • ❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜
  • ❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜
  • ❛ i hope that you burn. ❜
  • ❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜
  • ❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜
  • ❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜
  • ❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜
  • ❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜
  • ❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜
  • ❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜
  • ❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜
  • ❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜
  • ❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜
  • ❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

anonymous asked:

“the woman who has his damndelion heart" Oh my god this was amazing! So cute . I loved it so much. Is there going to be a next part?

Aww hun my heart is bursting from your kind words, thank you so much! I don’t think I’m going to write a part III anytime soon since I had a bit of difficulty writing part II haha … maybe sometime in the future I will pick up the story but who knows. I will, however, leave you with this little blurb I had written as part of the series but never actually put it into the story. I’d imagine it fit right in between Braids and Excuses


Catnap

When he finds you on the couch, a few hours later, reading your anatomy textbook, he sighs from relief at the familiar sight (and the peace and quiet). Anne had graciously offered to shift the reunion to the backyard to give you a quiet place to study even though you had originally asked to go the library for a few hours. The clangs of glasses echoed slightly from outside, but you didn’t seem to mind, lost in your own world from the way you hadn’t noticed Harry plopping himself next to you, laying his head on your comfortable shoulder while crossing his arms in an exhausted sigh.

“Love?”  

You refused to indulge him, determined to finish this week’s chapter.

“Pet?” 

The feeling of his curls rubbed sweetly against your neck as he peered up to look at you (damn him).

Muppet?

“Harry!” you snapped stretching his name in annoyance. “Jus’ give me a sec.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself as you flipped a page of your book roughly, eyes still concentrating on your readings. 

“Hmm,” a familiar accusing tone surfaced in his groggy voice, “someone’s gettin’ snippy…”

His comment was ignored once again, but he didn’t mind. He felt quite smug at the moment. The ever so patient Y/N had crumbled slightly in the depths of his over-eager family (despite him triggering the hindrance).

“She lasted longer than anyone,” Harry thought to himself, eyes grazing over the complicated words of her book. His eyes dropped slightly, as a deep wave of exhaustion over took him. He gazed over to his family through the glassed doors, his sister was holding Jamie in her arms and he was grateful for the moment of peace without the little one. He loved her to bits of course, but she exhausted the wits out of him. He closed his eyes, finally, as a deep slumber over took his body.

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it. —————————————————-

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.

“But–”

Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.

“Please?”

“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”

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“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”

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“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”

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I look at you closely. Admiring you from afar. I notice your sharp, God like structured, jawline. You didn’t see me, luckily. I kept looking at you, noticing each of your features. You’re so incredibly handsome.
—  admiring // 9:40pm

I could write poems about your eyes,
Your laugh,
And your lips
But nothing could compare
To the way you fill the room like sunshine
To the way you’re my shelter from the rain

But sometimes,
I feel like the skies opened up and God poured all his thunder inside of you
And when thunder hits,
It rattles you up

I could write stories about your aura,
Your radiance,
And your soul
But nothing could compare
To how you emit everything good in this world
To how you’re an enigma that I could only hope to piece together someday

Loving you was like being found in the midst of sempiternal darkness,
Like being heard after perennial silence
Leaving you would feel like every goodbye being said at once

I wish I could find the words to tell you
That the most beautiful thing about you is that you always see the beauty in others
Darling, your eyes are filled with constellations
Your fingertips are spilling with stardust
And oh God,
Your laugh could cure terminal cancer

I will eternally be in debt to you
But I promise
As long as you’re by my side,
I shall heave and strive to be what you deserve.

Just because we broke up doesn’t mean I’m going to regret being with you. I’m not going to regret getting hurt, or crying over you. My heart aches and my throats feels like I’m choking on my own oxygen, but that’s fine. I knew what I signed up for whenever I said yes, and because we both knew deep down it wouldn’t last. But if I could go back to the first day I ever fell in love with you, I’d go back in a heartbeat to relive every memory we ever made. You were the best god damn thing that ever happened to me.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#56)
And, god, your words fill me up like cigarette smoke. I find myself coughing and choking, as if my body knows how poisonous you are, but my heart begs for more.
—  g.e. // February 15th

Life’s funny. I don’t necessarily believe in God or soulmates, but I believe in something. Life doesn’t just throw people into our lives carelessly, so when you came, I swear nothing had ever felt so right. The way you made me feel. The way your lips curved just so. The way our hands just seemed to fit.

But I’d been hurt before. I didn’t want to let you in, but you didn’t care. You took your time and let me keep my walls up until I was ready to break them down for you. You were patient and kind and loving.

I don’t believe in God, but I thank him every night for you.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write