he if anything threw himself out to her

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“Fine! Go then, you think I’m not used to everyone leaving? I thought you were smarter than that Betty” Jughead was being excruciatingly harsh and he knew that, but right now, in this moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care

Betty physically shivered at his clipped tone, her eyes dripping thick rain drop shaped tears
“I don’t want to leave you Jughead, don’t you get that? Can’t you see I have no choice?” She was practically whimpering, begging him to tell her to stay, begging him to tell her she mattered to him.

But he didn’t

He just snorted “ listen Betty, I’m used to having no one, it’s nothing new. So don’t act like you have no choice, I’ll just go back to having no one, it makes no difference to me.” He shrugged carelessly.

“You had me!” She shouted now, startling Jughead and he took a step back at the volume of her voice , she shook her head and looked into his eyes, her red rimmed ones shining with unshed tears. “You had me” she said in something close to a whisper “you had me, and I would have done anything for you, because I love you, because I was happy to be your girlfriend, but I can’t do this anymore. I would give up anything to change it, but I can’t. Don’t you need me Jughead? Don’t you need me like I need you.” She whispered moving closer to him

He wanted to say Yes. Yes of course I need you, you’re everything to me, you can’t leave me, stay here, stay with me. But instead he ripped his eyes from hers and looked away.

“I don’t need anyone.” He vaguely heard her sob, when he glanced up she had a hand to her mouth and was grabbing her back pack from the ground

“Goodbye Jughead.”

He watched her walk away, shoulders slumped and ponytail swinging, looking through the window at pops he saw Veronica grab the beautiful blonde and wrap her in her arms.

Turning around quickly he made his way home, he was about half way there when he noticed the dampness of his cheeks. “Fuck” he yelled slamming his hand into the hard metal trash can. Why couldn’t he tell her? Why couldn’t he just tell her to stay, he wanted too, it was all he wanted but he couldn’t. Images of his mother walking out the front door, hand clutched around his little sisters as he screamed, begged her to stay, don’t go! You can’t leave me!
His mother was the last woman he ever told he loved, he vowed that was it, no one was gonna have control of him like that, make him hurt that bad.

Slamming into the trailer he and his dad shared, he was surprised to find Archie lounging on his couch, balancing a basketball in his hands. “Veronica texted me, I figured you could use a friend, wanna play one on one?” Jughead smiled weakly, no matter what went down between the two, they were always there for each other, they were brothers, that would never change.
***

She didn’t even want to go to school, she practically begged her mother to let her take a personal day, that didn’t go over well

“Elizabeth, Cooper woman do not let men define us, and we definitely do not let them get in the way of our education. You will go to school with your head held high, besides I promised Marcy James you would tutor that brat of hers during your free period.” She threw the light blue dress at her and headed out of her bedroom.

Fixing her ponytail, and zipping her dress she looked in the mirror

Perfect

Too perfect, she was too perfect and that’s why Jughead didn’t want her, why couldn’t she just be like the other girls, with their messy buns and dirty sweatpants? She ran a hand under the elastic in her hair and let a few pieces fall out and into her face. Staring at her reflection, her palms twitched and her chest felt tight, growling she re did her right pony tail pushing all the strands back into place. She couldn’t do it.

Veronica was by her door as soon as she went outside,

“Where’s Smithers?” Betty said teasingly
Veronica just rolled her eyes “walking is good for you, I have to get my cardio in somehow.“she linked her arm with Betty’s and started towards school. Halfway to school Kevin joined the group. As the trio made it to the front doors, Betty took a deep breathe closing her eyes

"Give him a chance Betty, he may surprise you.” She turned to Veronica who just squeezed her hand before walking in. Kevin pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, “I’m with you girl.”

School went by so slow she thought she was in a movie, she hadn’t seen her boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend all day. Instead of the relief she thought she would feel she actually felt more anxious, was he okay? Did he come to school? Did he get home okay last night? Her train of thought was quickly broken by the sight of Jughead looking a mess.

His Beanie was half off his head and his flannel was buttoned wrong, his eyes were bloodshot and she noticed the bright red marks on his knuckles. He caught her eyes almost instantly. The way he looked at her was so intense she had to look away, she turned on her heels and practically sprinted down the hallway. Tears taking control of her completely. No, she wouldn’t cry in front of him, not again.

He watched her run away, slamming his head into the locker, idiot he was an idiot. An idiot with too much baggage, she was better off without him.
“You okay buddy?” He recognized his red headed friends voice but kept his head against the locker. He felt Archie lean against the locker next to his. “She’s not your mom Jughead.” Jughead snapped up now standing in front of him glaring at him. “What did you say to me?”

Archie rolled his eyes
“I’m not afraid of you jug, You may not think so but I know you better than you know yourself. She loves you, she doesn’t wanna be without you, but she’s also a human being and she’s been hurt, unfortunately I’m the one who did it, that day I told her I didn’t love her, she said "I’ll never put all of my love into someone who doesn’t love me back again.” That’s why she left, she’s protecting herself.“

Jughead stared at him, holy shit. He was treating Betty the way Archie had, he didn’t even realize it, what a fucking idiot.
"I love her, I love her more than anything. I can’t..I’m gonna.” Shaking his head Jughead threw his backpack at Archie “I’ll see you later arch.. oh and .. thanks.”

Archie just watched him sprint off, laughing he swung Jugheads backpack on his other shoulder.

He found her about halfway home from school , Veronica chatting her ear off while Kevin texted someone, she still looked so broken he wanted to kick himself.

“Betty!” He called out, all three friends turned around and Veronica immediately stood in front of Betty
“Oh no way! You better take ten steps back James dean wannabe, Betty is not in the mood for anymore games.”

Kevin had his hands around Betty’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“I’m not playing games, Betty please, let me talk to you, green eyes I..” she just shook her head, tears springing to her eyes at the nickname.

“Leave me alone Jughead” she turned around.

“I can’t!” He called, pushing past Veronica and Kevin and standing in front of her. Betty refused to meet his eyes.
“Please” she whispered “please just leave me alone” she choked out.
“I can’t do that Betty” Jughead said back a fierce determination she had never heard caused her to look up in anger
“Why?! Why not?!”
“Because I love you!”

The distinct gasps of Veronica and Kevin went unaknowledged as Betty stared up at him
“Wh..what?”

Jughead smiled, taking her cheek in his hand

“I love you Betty Cooper, I love you so much that it hurts. You found me when I lost myself, when everything was falling apart, you were there, I would have to be an idiot not to be in love with you. You were right bets, I do need you. So much.” With that he dropped his mouth to hers, taking in the familiar feeling of his home, his everything. She was everything.

She pulled away, tears falling and the brightest smile he had seen in his life. She was beautiful, he couldn’t understand how he got to love her. But he did. And he was never giving that up.

“I love you Jughead, you’ve got me, for as long as you want me.” He dropped his forehead to hers

“Forever.” He whispered against her lips.

Jily- she said fine, when?

James Potter was persistent. But this year he had practically given up. Lily was no longer getting the huge acts he would do to ask her out. Or the weird but cute pick up calls. He was nice and that was all he was.

She didn’t realize how much she missed his constant flirting until it was gone. Or so she thought.

James Potter was even more in love with Lily Evans than ever before if that was possible. But he also had matured and decided that it just wasn’t meant to be. He would be her friend, Prongs, but nothing more, nothing less. It killed him, it almost did everyday as he watched her in class or in the great hall or in the common room. His heart hurt and he felt like he was slowly dying watching the red headed girl he loved just be his friend. Friend.

It was Tuesday, they’re third class of the day when Lily had gotten the thing she didn’t think she was hoping for all semester long. A note. With perfect script that read Lily in blue ink, flown over to her in the shape of a butterfly.
She almost destroyed the paper trying to see what he had written.

*Evans, will you do me the honor of going out with me some time?*

She stared down at the note, her heart actually leaped in her chest. It was a small question, but finally she was going to say yes.

She scribbled in her chicken scratch *fine, when?* Trying to sound as disinterested as she could.
Unable to fold it into anything special she crumbled up the ball and threw it towards his head when the professor wasn’t looking.

James tried not to watch her as she read his note. This was the last time, he had sworn to himself as he sent the note. The last time he would ever try and get Lily Evans. If she shot him down this last time he would, now it was over. They were not meant to be Mr. and Mrs. potter or Lily and James but just Evans and Potter. Friends.
He distracted himself by watching Sirius try and read the contents of the textbook and stiffed chuckles at his creative swears.

“In the name that is all holy,” he muttered “and merlin’s left ballsack help me understand this bullshit.”

That’s when he the crumpled ball hit him against the head. He looked at Lily who was busy writing notes and looked down at the crumpled ball that sat neatly on his desk.
He was practically shaking. Terrified of what this little ball of paper held.

*Fine, when?*

He couldn’t believe this. He took of his glasses and cleaned them to make sure he read the words right. And after that gave it to Sirius to read who also gave him the ‘I can’t believe it’ look.

He looked back up to see Lily red in the face and holding her quill tightly in her fist.
He quickly wrote *Sunday?*
Trying his best to make a decent show of it, folded the paper into a small swan and sent it back her way.

*Sunday* it read. There was no Hogsmeade trip that weekend. She wondered what he was planning. Taking her quill she noted back, *And what exactly will we be doing on this particular Sunday?*
This time she did try to fold the paper into something, something that resembled a boat and let it sail threw the air.

James was surprised to see the little boat settle perfectly on his current notes. It was crumbled and a bit lopsided but still a cute as intended.
Reading her new note he scribbled in not so neat hand writing.
*I don’t know. I never thought I’d get this far.*
He quickly folded the now very crumpled piece of paper into a rose and made it land perfectly in her hair like a decoration.
He couldn’t help the grin he had when he saw her reach for the flower and pet it affectionately before opening it up.

But when he saw her cover her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughs he knew that he would never give up trying to hear that laugh.

Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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Aeviternal Pt.01

Aeviternal: eternal, endless, never-ending

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: LOTS OF SWEARING, SEXUAL CONTENT

Inspired by this amazing video.


Jungkook was always a troublemaker. If the trouble hadn’t find him, he did the mess himself. And here he was, he had already become the youngest gang leader of the history of Seoul. 

He had everything he needed- strenght, stamina, agility, lots of plan Bs for every situation and of course he was lucky as hell. 

He had power, he had authority and money. He had sold drugs on the street for years to build up his empire. Now, the small kid in baggy clothes and beanie had disappeared, he changed to a formal attire when he was about to talk about business with someone.

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Tasering Brooke Lohst

Michael is only human, and being friends with Spider-Man inspires him to find some kind of extra mode of defence. Just in case. Michael doesn’t use the taser often, but it comes it handy when he needs it.

This is the story of the time he unknowingly tasered Brooke Lohst.

Michael could honestly say that after Jeremy became Spider-Man, and he watched some of the shit that his friend dealt with almost on the daily, he wasn’t expecting anything weirder to top that for at least a year. He had hoped.  

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Like I Love You - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

A/N: hello, dearieees! :D I am back with my first Stiles Stilinski imagine! :D and first Teen Wolf imagine xD hope you like it! :D

Request:
Anonymous said:  Hi! Can you please do a Teen Wolf imagine in season 1 where reader is Scott’s best friend from childhood and they are like brother and sister and Stiles is in love with her, she helps Scott with all his werewolf problems along with Stiles and when they get traped in the school for the night (when the Alpha attacks them) Stiles conffesses his feelings and the reader says she loves him too😊 Thank you so much!!💗💗💗

so, here it iiis! I re-watched the episode and tried to make it as accurate as possible, so is really long but bear with me people :D

Warnings: I would say that Jackson’s a bit of an asshole, but that’s sort of a given… so yea! :D

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf :)

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Like I Love You

“I’m going to kill both of you!” Derek said angrily as Stiles, Scott and (Y/N) walked out of the school.

“There are three of us” Stiles pointed out.

“He likes me better” (Y/N) informed him.

“No, he desn’t!”

“Yes, I do. I know she’s not stupid enough to go along with this idea” he said rolling his eyes and she smirked at Stiles, who was glaring at her. “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?”

Scott had let out a loud howl to possibly attract the Alpha. Which was, in fact, stupid because they didn’t have any idea what to do whether it showed up or not.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was gonna be that loud” Scott said sounding kind of proud, while Stiles smirked at him.

“Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome!” he added.

“Shut up” Derek said dead serious.

“Come on, don’t be such a sour-wolf” Stiles tried to joke with him.

(Y/N) looked around and got closer to him when she felt like somebody was watching them. And then, Scott noticed something. “What’d you do with him?” he said looking at the back seat of Derek’s car where Deaton was. Only now, it was empty.

“What?” Derek said confused looking back. “I didn’t do anything-“

As soon as he said that, (Y/N) let out a piercing scream when she saw something behind Derek and almost immediately, he felt something on his back before blood started coming out of his mouth. They all heard a loud growl (louder than Scott’s) and there it was. The Alpha. Stiles wasted no time in grabbing (Y/N)’s hand and started pulling her towards the school with Scott running quickly behind them. The Alpha let out another growl before it tossed Derek on the floor and (Y/N) was sure he was dead.

“Oh my God!”

“(Y/N), come on!” Scott hurried her.

This had been her life this past year. (Y/N) was used to running away from trouble since she had grown up with Scott and Stiles. They were her best friends and trouble didn’t really stay away from them. But ever since that night when Stiles made them go out to find a body in the woods and Scott was bitten by a werewolf, she wasn’t just running out of trouble. She was running for her life. The three of them finally made it inside the school and Stiles and Scott tried to pull the doors shut.

“Lock it! Lock it!” Scott yelled at Stiles while (Y/N) tried to help by pulling the doors too.

“Do I look like I have a key?” Stiles asked upset.

“Grab something!”

“What?”

“Anything!” Scott and (Y/N) yelled at the same time.

Stiles looked (Y/N) and saw her shaking. She was his and Scott’s best friend in the entire world and everyone could tell you that she was the bravest out of the three of them. So he knew this was bad. He then looked through the window of the door to see he had dropped the car tongs.

“No!” Scott quickly said.

“Yes!”

“No! Stiles you CANNOT GO OUTSIDE!” (Y/N) said hysterically. “Have you lost your mind! You saw what he did to Derek! He’s dead!”

“Stay with Scott” he said quickly giving her a kiss on the head and walking out of the school.

“STILES!” (Y/N) was about to go after him but Scott pulled her back.

“He’ll be fine” he assured her as the two of them stared at him through the window.

Stiles carefully made his way to the tool when (Y/N) suddenly saw it. It was coming from behind Stiles’ Jeep. This horrible beast was the scariest thing she had ever seen. It had completely black fur and deep red eyes.

“STILES!” she yelled hysterically pounding the window of the door.

“COME BACK!” Scott yelled as they saw the Alpha making its way towards him. Stiles turned around to look at it before it took a leap and started running towards him. He froze for a second before he quickly got up and ran towards his friend just in time to put the tongs to hold the door. As soon as he did, (Y/N) threw herself at him, crying.

“Oh my God, Stiles!” she whispered holding him as if her life depended on it.

“I’m ok” Stiles said stroking her back before she pulled away and hit the back of his head. “Ouch! What the hell?”

“How stupid can you be, Stiles? Honestly!”

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Chapter V | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4000…ish

“Well, well, well…” he said when she walked into the large room they had to themselves and she looked across to him. “Surprised to see you here.”

“Could say the same for you,” she told him as he threw her a pair of gloves and she strapped them to her hands, rolling her eyes at his comments already.

“Thought you’d be shacked up with another one of my friends,” he wanted to take it back as soon as the first word slipped out but it was too late.

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Never Hide Your Beauty Part 2


Part 1

Warning: Smut/Looove making.

Credit to owners of pics I used.

About a month passed by since Juice and Celeste started dating. She had met a few of the guys and they were all great people. She got a few looks from the crow eaters but those were shot down quick when she’d give them the middle finger.

All their dates had ended the same way. Juice walking her to her door and kissing her cheek. While Celeste would go inside and begin kicking herself mentally for not inviting him in. And juice was a complete gentleman. Very patient. In truth she was scared. Scared things would heat up and he’d see her body underneath the clothes that protected her. These feelings also conflicted with the constant compliments he gave her. She saw the way he looked at her when they danced. The hunger in his eyes. The lip biting. The lip licking. The way he held her hips. It was too much. What was she waiting for?

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mizjoely  asked:

#3 for Sherlolly: “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

The knock (hammering) woke Sherlock at three in the morning, and when he opened the door, Molly was there, grinning blearily with one arm slung over Sally Donovan and Mary Watson’s respective shoulders.

“She wanted to come see you,” Mary singsonged at him as they decanted the intoxicated pathologist into his flat.

“I really fancy him.  He has a lovely bottom,” Molly whispered loudly to nobody in particular.  Sherlock glared at the other women and threw them out of his flat once they all got Molly into his bedroom.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asked, going onto one knee to help Molly out of her shoes, which were giving her trouble.

“All of them,” she said, after consideration.

“You’re really not very good at this sort of maths, are you?”

“Hey!” she slurred, “I will have you know, Sherlock Holmes, that while I may be an idiot, I am NOT stupid.”

Sherlock stared down at her for a minute to see if anything more rational came out, and then contented himself with, “You’re not an idiot at all.”

“Mary made me do shots,” Molly complained, “And I think she’s got a hollow leg.  Do you want to shag me?”

“At the moment I’m actually a bit concerned you might die, so no thank you.”

“But your bottom’s so nice,” Molly pleaded, “I would bite it with my teeth.”

“Thank you,” Sherlock said, wryly but unheard, because she had passed out.  Sherlock sighed, switched on the bedside lamp, and got out the new edition of the New England Journal of Medicine to read.  It was probably good, he considered, that they had decided to do the hen night a week before the actual date.

[Smutfest] Blue Doll - 04 Role Play

@tpthvegebulsmutfest[Read from ch01 here on AO3]

Raditz and Nappa were darting anxious glances his way. Vegeta steadfastly ignored them to read the memo on his scouter display for the third time, just to be clear he understood it correctly.

They were being ordered to stand down.

It appeared that some intricate galactic politics were in play. A dispute between Frieza, his brother, Cooler, and a few other powerful galactic ‘allies’ (that term being used more generously than literally) had come to a head. Until the politics could be resolved (or war was declared), all of the Frieza Force was to halt activities and remain on standby at their current locations.

It was essentially a forced vacation. Most would have been thrilled.

But not Vegeta. Being told what to do never settled well with him even in the best of situations, and this was far from that. Being told he couldn’t travel, couldn’t kill, couldn’t essentially do whatever the fuck pleased him in the name of galactic expansion, was tantamount to being collared. Caged. 

Or so it normally would have. Only, Vegeta was in what one could call a ‘good mood’, which was remarkable considering there was no blood on his hands, just the lingering scent of a blue sex doll’s juices still on his fingers, hidden under his gloves, and the peace that a good night’s sleep brought.

His men were waiting for the fallout, to see if Vegeta would blow something up, or tell them to ignore their orders and fly off to wipe out another unfortunate civilization. 

“Try not to get in my way, or I’ll kill you,” Vegeta told them nonchalantly. He walked away, off to inquire about the nearest training facility. If he was going to be stuck here a while, he would need something to keep himself busy with. That was, until night came around and he could visit the woman in secrecy.

Raditz and Nappa shared a look, floored by his lack of reaction. 

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Ashes, Ashes

Summary: Plagg can’t believe what happened. Adrien’s been akumatized, and there should be no way for that to be possible. Plagg has one mission in mind: Find Ladybug and tell her what happened.

Based on the Akuma!Adrien design by @naptillmorning that you can see here and here. Takes place after this comic.

[FF.Net]


Plagg flew as fast as he could, still whirling from what happened.

This shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t have been possible.

“I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.” Adrien chanted, clutching his head, but the black mist was already engulfing him and Plagg could only watch in horror as he absentmindedly picked up the ring.

Adrien looked up at Plagg with tear-filled eyes, Hawk Moth’s mask an outline around them, and Plagg had no idea what to do.

“Adrien!”

Plagg clutched the Miraculous closer and flew even faster.

Adrien was counting on him.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: fitzsimmons get drunk after the framework

Alright, here is the first of the prompts filled for the second anniversary of my blog, which I will be posting each day this week to celebrate. Feel free to prompt me, I still need a couple more!

And, full disclosure: I’ve never been drunk before (I actually refuse to touch alcohol as a personal choice), nor have I been around anyone who was, so this is all based on what I’ve seen in movies/tv shows/books/etc, and hopefully it’s believable enough. 

Thank you anon for the prompt, and I hope you all enjoy!

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It used to be something of a tradition between them; after a hard day in the lab, if their latest project had failed in the testing phase, if they found themselves stumped on how to solve a problem, or if the day had just seemed to drag on, they’d break out the alcohol and shut their brains off for a little while. Usually, by the time they returned to the lab (late) the next morning, they’d have the solution they needed or a fresh take on a project that would lead to the inevitable breakthrough.

But, it had been more than a hard day, it had been a hard few weeks, and Jemma wasn’t sure that alcohol could fix this, but she was terrified of the idea that nothing could fix this and she steadfastly refused to allow this to be the thing that broke them, not after everything else they’d been through.

With that in mind and no other ideas to speak of, Jemma stocked up on bottles of something strong and texted Fitz to meet her in their still-empty apartment, told him that there was something of great urgency they needed to discuss. She received no reply, but she knew Fitz (even still, even after he was convinced he was someone else, even after he thought he no longer knew himself) and she knew he’d show up regardless, just because she’d asked.

Sure enough, not twenty minutes later, the front door opened slowly and Fitz stuck his head in, looking unsure. “Hey,” he greeted quietly. “What did you…” He seemed to notice then that Jemma was sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor, surrounded by bottles of alcohol.

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Bobby’s Angel - part 2

Warnings: There is a lot of cute fluff in this piece. It may give you the feels for Clay lol. My teeth feel rotten for the amount of cuteness in this piece. ENJOY!

Part 1   Part 2  Part 3 

After Gemma picked up Jax and Opie to get cleaned up and ready. Bobby decided it would be best to get y/n ready for the party while leaving the croweaters to clean up and decorate the clubhouse. After the bath, Bobby wrapped y/n in a large fluffy white towel and sat her in the middle of his bed. Gemma had bought her a dress for her party but he wanted to make sure she was completely dry before putting it on. “I wish your mom was here to see your birthday, y/n. At least she’s letting me throw you party. Who knows what will happen next year,” he trailed off. Y/n smiled up at him at, “party with Obie an Jass?” Bobby sat next to her and laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Yep angel. You get to party with little Opie and Jax. You three are going to be so much trouble when you’re older!”

Hours later, the party was in full swing. Bobby sat on a bar stool, beer in one hand while the other wrapped around little y/n, sitting on his lap. Y/n was doing her gibberish talk to Jax and Opie, who were resting against Bobby’s legs and nodding at y/n, as if they understood her completely. Bobby chuckled as the two boys became immersed into the toddler’s conversation. The club was spread out across the room, even members from other charters and some nomads were present for today. “Alright, where is she?” The doors to the club opened and in strolled Clay. Y/n looked up and started clapping. “Clay! UP!” She yelled out for him as she wiggled in her father’s arm. “Up! Up!” Bobby laughed and passed her off to Clay, who swung her around before letting her sit on his shoulders. “Is the birthday girl ready for presents?” he asked as y/n wrapped her arms around his head. “Dada, present time?” She looked down hopefully, a toothy grin on her face. “Yea Unca Bobby, can y/n open her presents?” “Pretty please! We got her somthin!” Jax and Opie bounced around and tugged at his pants. Gemma and Mary laughed from the nearby couches at the boys’ excitement. Everyone knew that those two would do anything to make the little girl happy. 

Clay kept hold of y/n and walked her over to the couches. Spinning her around until she shrieked out with laugh, he tossed her in the air before plopping her down between Gemma and JT. Y/n screeched out louder as JT and Gemma began tickling her. “Jass! Obie! Help me!” she squeaked and squirmed. Jax ran over quickly and began his own tickle attack to his father, who jumped in his seat and lifted the boy to his lap. “Gemma! I’ve been hit! Go on without me!” JT dramatically threw himself backwards in his seat and let his tongue hang out his mouth. As Gemma was distracted trying to tickle Jax, Opie helped Y/n off the couch and went to his own parents, giggling as they tried to hide behind Piney’s legs. Everyone laughed at the children running and playing. This is what the club was about - this was family gathered to celebrate another year passing for the youngest little Munson. “Clay! I have presents now?” y/n batted her eyelashes up to her uncle. Bobby and everyone laughed as Clay nodded and held his hand out for her. That girl had Clay wrapped around her tiny fingers. “Alright, we heard the birthday girl. It’s present time!” Y/n excitedly clapped and ran to Clay, taking his hand and following him towards the tables. “Daddy, cmon!”

After all presents had been opened, it was time for cake. Opie and Jax dragged their parents over to the table with the cakes. “we made these for her!” “unca Bobby let us make ‘em!” The excitement in their voices warmed everyone’s heart. Clay scooped up y/n and sat her on the table near the biggest cake. “Clay! Get her off the table! She’s not an animal,” Gemma yelled as Clay and Bobby laughed. “Cmon Gem, it’s her birthday. Let her sit on the damn table, she’s gonna be too big soon to do it.” Gemma rolled her eyes and shook her head. JT couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. To everyone outside this room, these men would be seen as nothing more than criminal bikers up to no good. But inside the walls of the clubhouse with the small child sitting on the table and waiting for her cake, they were family men, doing what needed to be done to protect their children.

Bobby stood next to y/n, leaning down to place a kiss atop her head. Grabbing his guitar, he started to sing for y/n, who turned and smiled up at him. As the night wore on, people began to leave. Opie and Jax ran off to play with their toys in the corner of the room. The remaining adults gathered on the couches to drink and talk. Y/n wadded her way over to Bobby and climbed next to him, settling between him and Clay as she rubbed her eyes. Clay handed her the sippy cup from the table and she sat back, letting out a tiny content sigh as she drank from her cup. They couldn’t help but laugh. Y/n sat just like her daddy when he drank, leaned back and legs spread wide for comfort. “She is truly a Munson!”

“Yes she is.” Bobby wrapped an arm around his angel. She wiggled and curled against his side. As the conversation continued on, Clay nudged Bobby and cast his eyes down to the child who was fast asleep, her hands still clutching her sippy cup. Gemma giggled and shushed everyone around them, pointing the floor in front of the men. Jax and Opie had since joined the group again, but were passed out on the floor, toy bikes still in hand. “These three are going to be a club of their own one day,” JT said, a smile on his face as he gazed at his slleeping son. “Yea, ‘fraid we’re in for a lot of fun when they grow up,”Piney laughed out as he took another swig of his beer. “Guess we should get the kids to bed. It was a long day for them.”

As Bobby laid y/n on his dorm bed, he couldn’t help but stare. Bobby couldn’t help but smile at his daughter sprawled out. Although him and her mother weren’t together anymore,fought often, and she hated y/n being at the clubhouse with him, Bobby would do anything for this precious child of his. Y/n, his first born. His little girl. His precious little angel.

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The White Queen (ch4)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 5879 || more fics

summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers)
chapter word count: 1405
chapters: 4/?
a/n: well…. i decided to be nice and not make y’all wait too long, but i do have to say i intended this to be longer, but then i thought where i stopped was a good place so…

p.s - i also think there only may be one or two chapters left?

warnings: depictions of violence & torture (altho i tried not to be too graphic)


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Adrian gripped onto her hair, throwing her into the nearest room. She stumbled forward, slamming into a metal table. With a cough, she gripped onto the sides of the table.

“What do you want?” she choked out.

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anonymous asked:

Could I make a request for King Regis. That starts off fluffy and ends all angsty?? Like the reader is his Queen and Noct's mum and they're all happy as a family and stuff but then she dies? Be it from like a sickness or a Nif attack. You're writing is phenominal and I would really love to see how you could so this situation. Thank you so much if you do end up accepting this request.

I AM VERY SORRY THIS IS BEING REPLIED LATE
I did have this planned but it kinda wasn’t going right and then I got my fic underway and now I’m doing these because my brain is like ‘YOU WILL NOT PUT OUT GOOD CHAPTERS FOR YOUR TRASHY FIC’ and slumps suck but hey ho.

Moving on from complaining, this came to me after finding out yesterday that Regis married his childhood friend and that made me very happy - and, again, she was only mentioned in the time line the year she and Regis married - so something must have happened, right? It has inspired me to write this. 

Notes:
I cried.
Also, wrote the poem at the end specifically for this.

IF YOU WANT A SEQUEL PLEASE LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE AN IDEA FOR ONE

Tagging: @themissimmortal @chocohoess @cerasusazule @fieryfantasy just in case any of you wanted to read this (I know it’s Regis but, like, I MUST TAG YOU GUYS



For the first time in many years, you could finally spend time with Regis and Noctis. As much as you adored your four year old son and found him absolutely adorable and an awful lot like his father, you did miss your charming husband. It was completely understandable that he wouldn’t be available all the time - you married him knowing that full well - and he also understood that you felt distant from him.

So when he told you that had planned a family trip (a picnic, very cliché with him) with you and Noct in a quiet country park set on the outskirts of Insomnia, you were overjoyed. If you could, you would have hugged Regis tightly. But he was holding your sleeping son and you remembered that the last time you hugged Regis as he did so, the sleeping Prince bopped your nose in annoyance. It was very amusing for Regis though, and you did eventually see the funny side of things.

But there was one thing that you were hiding back. And you had done for a long time. You had no idea whether anyone else knew, or whether it was only you. But it was something you wish you didn’t know. You wished you didn’t know anything about it. 


“Mummy!” You winced as Noct yelled in your ear, grabbing your attention as you looked at him. He backed away slightly, perching his bottom down on his fathers lap with a smile just a bright. “Daddy wants you.” And he passed Regis a yoghurt (one of those tube things where you have to tear the top) due to his previous struggles with the food.

You then turned your attention to Regis, who was smiling tenderly and passed the yoghurt back to Noctis. “You’re very distant today. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine, Regis. Just didn’t sleep well.” You shrugged simply as you picked up a cucumber sandwich.
 
“Nightmares again?” He paused his actions, which led to Noct peeling open Regis’ slightly clenched fist and placed an orange into his palm. Regis quickly regained his bearings and began to peel the orange once you nodded. “I’m sure they’re nothing.”

“It’s unnatural.” You pouted - an expression you shared with your son. “Not normal.”

“Ai have nightmares all vhe time, mummy.” Noctis spoke casually, whilst he watched his father struggle with the orange peel and patted the King’s cheeks as moral support - which only made you smile like you were trying so hard not to laugh. “Like, daddy dying when aim’m older. An’ wu not bein’ in my life no more…” He soon looked at you. “Are dey not normal? Am ai sick?” 

“Those are normal.” You replied with a small smile. “They show your fears.”

“Den yours do, too, mummy. “ Noctis as he kissed your cheekcrawled on over to you and wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, pressing his head to your shoulder. “And wu can smile after, knowing dat dey are just bad dweams.”

You put you hand on his head. “You know… You’re right.” You kissed his forehead and he smiled as he kissed your cheek before retreating back to Regis and taking the freshly peeled orange. He also kissed his cheek and thanked him with a smile.

You watched the two interact with a smile. You wished Noctis was right. You wished Regis was right. But truth was, none of them were. And it hurt, broke your heart, knowing that. Knowing that you had just lied to them to keep them free of your burdens. If it was only for another week, you were determined to see more of this. 

“Love, come here.” 

You did as your husband suggested, leaning closer to him both anxiously and curiously. You knew he was one for practical jokes and pranks, always trying to find ways to make you annoyed in order to laugh at your reaction with Noct, which only made you laugh twice as hard as normal. You also knew he had an ego and was not afraid of kissing you in front of anyone  - including your son. Which always embarrassed you, but Noct couldn’t help but giggle and grin and talk about how much his parents loved each other. It warmed your heart. And he only hoped that he never forgot moments like this.

Regis merely pecked your lips - which was subtle for him - and grinned. “Open up.”  You did as you were told and he placed a chocolate dipped strawberry on your tongue. It wasn’t until you started eating that he grinned mischeiviously and you rolled your eyes, acting like it was the norm for him to feed you a strawberry.

“Ew!” Noctis scrunched his nose. “Ai don’t wanna see dat, Daddy.” He cringed. “Dat’s for adults onwy. At weast, dat’s what Cor says…”

You giggled. “Trust Cor to keep your father in - “ You narowed your eyes. “Hey. Why’s Cor teaching you adult stuff?”


“’E’s not, mummy. I just ‘eard him once. He said ‘why does he not save the adult stuff til bedtime’.” The young Prince tried his best Cor impression, which only made Regis laugh.

“Don’‘t encourage it.”

“C’mon, ____. It’s funny -”

“Embarrassing - “

“Cute -”

“Howwid.” Noct went to eating a cupcake, ignoring his sandwiches for the time being. 

Regis just pulled him close and nuzzled his nose into his son’s neck, blowing a raspberry upon the sensitive skin before showering his face with kisses, being completely playful whilst Noct laughed happily.

“Regis, why are you only doing it to him?”

“Because doing it to you is doing ‘adult stuff’. And that I’m saving for later.” He winked and you blushed a deep shade of red. Before you knew it, you were being used as Noct’s shield and you sat there calmly, eating your food, until Regis tickled your sides and Noctis joined in on the fun.

But little did you know that those smiles would be the last your saw, that your smile then would be the last they saw…


A week had passed since that day. Regis sat on the bed with Noctis settled on his lap and an open book beside him, his son absentmindedly playing with his larger finger and being mesmerised by how much bigger they were and how his hand was scarred from many years of battle. 

Yet both father and son remained quiet, both for different reasons, which scattered the atmosphere in the room, confusing feeling and neglecting the other.
Regis had to tell him… but how… He had to tell that you were gone now. Never to return. That Niffelheim forces killed you, not caring that you were unarmed. That you may as well be used as some sort of vessel for something…unthinkable…

But he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t let his anger, currently boiling in his blood, affect how he told his son, the one thing he had left of you…

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look really sad… Mummy says that when you look said you need comfort…”

Regis showed a quick pained smile before letting it drop quickly.”Mummy’s gone, Noct.” He tried to speak evenly, gently.

“Oh.” And then Noct stopped and looked up at him. “When will she come back to us?”

“She…can’t.”

Noctis blinked. “But… you were so happy… last week… why did she go? Did she stop loving you?”

“No, it’s… it’s… harder to bear than that…” He was struggling, blinking repeatedly, biting his lip, taking deep, silent breaths to steady his breathing. “Where she is… is in the sky. Looking down at us. Smiling. Being proud of you… Guiding is and protecting  you for as long as she can…”

He saw his son’s chest stop mid-breath, heard his breath hitch, heard the disbelief… “So… mummy’s…d…de…”

“Sleeping without any more nightmares. Living at peace with the gods looking out for her.” Regis opted for changing the phrase to something… nicer. 

Noctis’ lips began to quiver and his shoulders shook. When the sobs were about to start, he threw himself into Regis chest, and the King willingly hugged his son.

He tried to stay strong. He tried not to cry, biting his lip, rubbing them together, anything to stop them from quivering. But nothing worked. He buried his face into the crook of his son’s neck, his tears rolling down his cheeks and landing on the young prince’s neck and shoulder, a quiet sob escaping him. And when he stopped the next sob… he felt Noctis cling onto him tighter, playing with the ends of his hair.

“It’s okay to cry daddy… Mummy always said that wu always try to be stwong. Like your daddy… She didn’t like it when you stopped yourself fwom cwyin’…She didn’t now how to halp…”

Regis held him tighter and let another sob escape him. Noctis soon tucked hiim into bed and snuck beneath the covers soon after, resting his head on Regis’ chest. “I’ll be here for you, Daddy.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Noct. Even when you forget.”

“I won’t.”

That night, you never came. That night was the hardest. That night was the start of many where he would feel…hopeless… that he would have no idea what to do. That when he truly needed you the most, you weren’t there. Yet, there was also a warmth. A warmth which appeared on the breeze. A warmth in which was yours. And that warmth was the only one that could send him to sleep that night And the open book, left on page one hundred and thirty six, lied forgotten. 

Although she does not return, she is not gone.
The memories of the days and times foregone
Still remain to carry you through the day,
Keeping you from harm.

She is in the sun and she is in the breeze
She is in the warmth that will never let you freeze.
She is the guardian angel that always protects,
Keeping you from harm.

She is your strength and your hope.
She is the happiness you feel within.
She is the sun that breaks through the night.
She is the everlasting light.

She is your mother.
She is your protector. 
She is your blade.
She is your shield.

She is your mother.

And though she is gone, she does return.
She is the fire that does not burn.
She is the ice that does not freeze.
She’s the thunder that does not shock.

She is the healer.
She is the protector..
She is your mother.

Although she does not return she is not gone.
The memories of the days and times foregone,
Still remain to carry you through the day,
Keeping you from harm.

Ivy x Harley One Shot

Disclaimer- I wrote this months ago (like back in November) and I pulled it out to post because @artisticbroccoli wanted a one shot and I didn’t feel like writing another one at the moment. Its editing isn’t the best and it’s obviously not my best writing. I do, however, plan on writing a genuine fic with Harley’s Boston accent apparent in the writing. Enjoy my old writing. 

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Harley bounced around in her signature jester styled skinsuit. Its black and red fabric hugged her curves and stretched with every movement. She threw her head back and laughed as she began to twirl in circles; her black hat remaining glued to her head. She caught a glimpse of herself in a puddle on the alley floor. She examined her appearance and giggled.

“Beautiful!” 

She continued to prance around the ally while the world zoomed by around her. She sang little songs and practiced little love monologs for her Joker. She pretended to kill Batman and all his allies, thinking of how Joker would be so proud of her. 

“Oh, baby! How I’d do anything for you!”

Harley threw her arms up in happiness. The idea of the Joker expressing his love for her, it was overwhelming. She leaned up against one of the buildings and let her mind wonder. She went into a dark place, a place where the Joker had her bent over his lap. A place where he spanked for being such a naughty little girl. A place where he thrust himself into her to give her the pleasure that she oh so yearned for. A place where- 

“Now what’s got you moaning, Harley?”

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Fight for me

               Betty’s world was spiralling. Not in the bad way where everything was falling apart. But not in the good way either. Her world was crumbling but she sat and watched it with a grin. Nothing was right, everything was wrong, but she was starting to enjoy being wrong.

               Jughead Jones, the love of Betty’s young life, was at a loss. Whilst trying to find himself he ended up only more lost. And who wants someone who’s lost? Betty Cooper was the answer, she was always the answer.

               Both teens met in their early childhood and hit it off almost instantly. Who knew that a moment like that, so innocent and so pure, could lead to a moment like this.

               The clustered room was dark, no light emitting from anywhere but the street lamp gleaming through the curtains from a distance. Betty almost thought maybe if the light was on, it’d give her some more metaphorical light on the situation at hand.

               Jughead sat on a worn out arm chair, rocking slightly whilst thoughts spiralled out of control in his mind. The room he was situated in right now reminded him of the darkness and cluster of his mind right now. The darkness.

               The sound of silence only made the tension on the air thicker and more prominent. There was no escaping it this time. When the door shut and they were alone, that’s when they knew they couldn’t pretend anymore. Yet they so desperately wanted to carry on.

               “This has to stop.” Betty croaked out, her voice reaching barely above a whisper. Her hand was swatting at her blue skirt, flattening it, before she sat down. Jughead visibly froze, his body stopping for only a second before resuming to his previous rocking.

               “I know.” He bluntly stated, his voice thick with disgust. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he reminded himself that he had nothing to feel bad for. This wasn’t his doing. If anything he was the victim.

               “I’m not sorry, Juggie. It isn’t my fault any of this happened.” Betty threw back with almost as much haste. She tightened her arms around her chest, adamant to close herself off as much as possible. How could she have let him in so easily? She was a fool. A fool for him.

               “Are you kidding?” Jughead spat out, flying off of his chair and onto his feet. He stood hunched over slightly, his body shaking even more with the anger coursing through his veins. Betty flinched away, scared he’d do something even though she knows he wouldn’t.

               “If you’re gonna blame anyone why not Archie? Why me? Is this just a ploy to break it off because you don’t want this anymore?” She calmly gathered her things, voice soaked with pain. She knew he wasn’t ready for commitment. The only reason they dated was because of Jason Blossoms murder mystery. All of the times she defended him and his family, why is he so sure she would hurt him? She’s not the rest of the world. Wiping a stray tear that rolled down her cheek, she opened the door.

               “I’m hurt, Elizabeth. Can’t you tell? I really fooled myself into thinking you wanted me. I really thought you were the one. But now Archie wants you back it’s just all about him.” Jughead slammed the door shut again, shrugging his beanie off of his head, revealing the tousled mess beneath.

               This time Betty didn’t flinch, she wasn’t scared, she had no reason to be. She knew he was scared right now. She didn’t want to lose him.

               “For the last time, Forsythe.” Betty smirked, walking towards the sad boy who audibly gulped at the mention of his real name. “I don’t want Archie. He kissed me, I said no.” She whispered, getting closer and closer until their chests touched and all that could be heard was the heavy breathing both harmonized.

               “I wanted you to fight for me.” Jughead leaned closer to the girl before him, all anger and upset being erased. All he could feel was Betty and that’s all he ever wanted to feel.

               “I love you.” She breathed before the distance was closed and their lips connected for the first time in weeks. There was no worry of having to act like this was believable because they both knew this was real. No more pretending everything okay, no more hiding for each other, any more angry glares or tears.

               “I love” Jughead breathed through a kiss. Pulling his head back he took a good look at the girl in his arms. Her silky blonde hair was tangled between his fingers, her eyes dark with lust but still full of raw emotion. He loved her. There was no doubt in his mind. Yet the words were so hard to say. He knows that she means all she says. She does love him. But shouldn’t a mother love her son. Or fathers love his son. Did Jughead Jones know love?

               “It’s okay, I know.” Betty sympathetically smiled up at him. His eyebrows were knitted in sheer frustration. He may not know love, but Betty Cooper is there in the sidelines cheering him on even if he doesn’t understand. He may never know love, but he knows what this is. And he knows it’s real. The fact that Betty understands him, she took the time to. No one else has done that for him, not even his own mother.

               Before Jughead could say anything more, Betty jumped on him. Her lips attacking his feverishly. He relished the feeling and her sweet taste. He missed this.

               They both collapsed onto the sofa in a messy heap, hungrily ripping off clothes that stand between them. And before they knew it, they were lying there, breathless and cloth-less. Betty was snuggled into Jughead’s side whilst he laid a protective arm over her. The make shift sofa bed wasn’t the most comfortable place, but any place with Betty was perfect. He pulled the blanket over his and Betty’s shoulders before lulling away into a deep sleep, surrounded by his favorite scent. Betty.

               The sun cracked through the closed curtains, beaming in Jughead’s face. A groggy smirk appeared on his face as he remembers last night and how perfect it was. He knew this was for forever. He just couldn’t put that into words.

               “Hey sleeping beauty.” Betty cooed from across the room, carrying in a tray of pancakes. Jughead’s eyes snapped open to notice she wasn’t beside him but clothed in front of him. Her hair was messy yet tamed and she was wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts. She was beautiful.

               “Good morning Prince Charming.” He snapped back with just as much sarcasm. He was happy. He took her hand in his and kissed it softly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. A deep blush rose to her cheeks as she looked away. If only he could savor this moment forever.

               “I made your favorite.” She changed the subject shoving a plate of pancakes over to him. That’s when he knew. He found the words she’d been dying to hear.

               “Betty.” He said quickly. She nodded a confused yes, completely oblivious to his next actions. “I love you.” The room fell silent. There were no stutters, no second guessing, and no overthinking. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third loves Elizabeth Cooper. And that was all anyone needed to know.

               A smile wider than he’d ever seen before was plastered across Betty’s face. She tackled him into an embrace, not caring about spilling anything or knocking anything over. They were in love, and that’s all she’d ever wanted.

confessing seems just a little bit pointless with a girl like you

Two years ago, Samuel Beans thought that maybe Amanda Hess felt something for him, too. It only took him one hour to realize that she didn’t.

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Samuel Beans thought about his life with a big “what if”. Something inside of him twisted at the thought of it; the biggest What If in his life was Amanda Hess. He had known her since grade school, and though the two of them bickered nonstop, whenever he saw her golden hair and rich blue eyes, he swore his heart skipped a beat.

He was in too deep, but god, he would sink deeper and deeper for her.

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I’m just here like, thinking that my whole theory about why Daryl seemed so out of place and moody, why he seemed to be so disconnected and in a bad place, even though they had some normality inside ASZ walls, even though they all made it alive from the herd, was in big part because of Carol’s absence in his life and how she was shutting him down because she couldn’t cope with what was happening to her.

Daryl went through a really dark place after Denise died, but even before that, he was already “weird” and acting like the world sucks. He saw all those relationships blossoming around him, and he looked around himself and couldn’t see anything. Because Carol was not there.

Nobody will ever convince me that a big part of Daryl’s strange behavior during all season 6 wasn’t because Carol wasn’t a constant presence in his life anymore, and it threw him out of balance. The same way his absence in her life made it “easier” for her to go through such a dark path and end up in that horrible mind state. Because they keep each other grounded.