i feel a bit better i guess

TW HUGE TW

I accidentally but kinda not accidentally skipped a meal today and I don’t feel good about it for a variety of reasons but number 1 is that my brain is going 8 billion miles an hour saying “NOW YOU CAN KEEP THIS UP” and also like I know this is terrible and disordered but I feel physically better….I feel like even a tiny bit better in my body which I KNOW is just the disorder talking and for god sakes it was 1 (one) meal!!! But like! I just want to hop on the relapse train going full speed ahead and I’m so sick of fighting it. Idk. I will keep fighting it but I just needed to vent I guess and maybe seek some support :-(

An Update

Hey everyone. Gonna throw in some real talk here.

For the last few months I had lost health insurance that had kept me medicated and stable over the years. Due to having to switch insurance in California, it took a lot longer than expected to get approved, get an appointment, and finally get said medication.

During this lapse, my life kinda fell apart. I lost the urge to do anything. I stopped talking to a lot of my close friends. Drawing or anything productive seemed completely out of my reach. I didn’t take care of myself well, and was procrastinating on commissions and obligations with friends.

It has been some of the worst months of my life, but I tried to hide it from my friends and followers to keep this blog from becoming too much of a personal one. For that, I apologize.

But, things have finally turned around today. I just started medicating again, and I feel better than I had felt since before I left. I feel motivated again. I could finally draw something without thinking it was a pointless endeavor. It was a bit emotional I guess. 

But to summarize: After months of struggling, I feel like myself again. And that means I finally can work on things I had put off for months on end. 

‘The End’ is back in development. Commissions are going to get done. And comics will be made. To everyone who has been patient with these long lapses in updates, and to friends who have been encouraging me to keep going, thank you.

I’ll see you all very soon.

misdial | pcy

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,6k words. fluff/angst. au

—it all started with one misdial, then a second and a third and…

this one is for Sasha @floofyeol

3.12 a.m: missed call from Park Chanyeol

“You called me?” 

“Oh, did I? I’m sorry, it was a misdial.”

“Oh, I see.”

3.14 a.m.: incoming call from Park Chanyeol

“Hello?”

“Actually, I just wanted to hear your voice.”


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anonymous asked:

If Keith's Galra side is what makes him have this anger issues... How nice of a guy would he be if he was 100% human?

Actually–I don’t think Keith’s struggles with his emotions make him any less “nice.” If anything, I think he’s actually kinder because he’s hurting so much and still makes a conscious effort to try and control his temper and clearly regrets lashing out at others. Look at when he’s upset about Shiro’s disappearance–when he feels like Shiro left him and he know’s it’s not Shiro’s fault but he’s still so overwhelmed and says things he doesn’t mean. The reaction is immediate. As soon as he speaks, he looks devastated 

During his paladin vlog, he apologizes multiple times for letting his anger get the better of him. “I am…sorry. I am so sorry I, I guess—I have a bit of a temper, so…“ During The Hunted, he also expresses remorse for giving in to his emotions:

I think it’s also worth examining why Keith’s temper usually flares up. The common denominator is usually either 1) innocent people are in trouble (most likely under the rule of a corrupt leader)

2) Shiro in particular is in trouble, 

or 3) he’s grieving Shiro and his teammates don’t allow him that time to mourn or continue searching

Now, at the end of the vlog, Keith gets up and storms off. The only other time I could really think of where he actually gets up and leaves in a fit of anger on the spot is in Changing the Guard. All day he’s been tense and frustrated because no one else is willing to really acknowledge that Shiro is in serious trouble. “We don’t have Shiro either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.” He feels like none of them cares about Shiro like he does, like they all just gave up on him and Keith is his only hope. And he can’t walk away from Shiro, not when he means so much. Anyway, what I’m getting here is–if in the vlog he storms off because he can’t hold back his tears anymore, does that mean he cried after this scene too? 

Even the way he slams his hands on the table before taking off is a thing in both these scenes

So anyway, what I’m trying to say here is–Keith’s anger isn’t from malicious intent. Not really. It comes from pain, compassion, love–it’s what happens when he cares too much and someone tears his world out from under him. He’s not a bad person, and I certainly don’t think Keith is even an angry person. Being galra doesn’t make him “meaner” or more aggressive, it makes all his emotions more volatile and passionate. Which would also explain his singularly devoted loyalty and adoration for Shiro, his sense of chivalry, his intense fear of abandonment, and so on. His feelings are all his, they’re just focused to such an intensity that he has difficulty managing them. He gets overwhelmed, and he lashes out. He’s trying his best to cope and I wish the universe was kinder to him 

I’m tired of being sad and having no clue as to why I am this way, so I’ll write about the happy bits of me and why I smile. I dance when I’m alone, when the music gets just right and I’m sure that no one is watching, it’s okay to feel lonely, I used to not like the idea of it, but once you’re comfortable in your own skin even depression starts to feel like a breeze. I’m reading a book that says we are the beliefs and thoughts that we think and believe in. So if I say that I’m happy a thousand times, one of those will come back as true. So if I say I’ll find the love of my life some day, some day she’ll appear in front of me while I’m writing another poem. It’s good to have goals, the only goal I’ve ever had up until recently was to keep myself happy with someone else, that’s not a goal, but an illusion. You can’t live your life for someone else, it’s called your life for a reason. Happiness must happen when I say so, so I’m saying so. We bring into this world the kind of kindness that we’ve been dealt, so when I fake a smile, my mother is omnipresent. Although it’s not real, fake it until you make it, right? The book also says, spend more time doing things that make you lose track of time, so I decided to write again and more often than not, to not compare myself to others because once you start doing that, there’s no going back. I don’t write like someone else, I write like myself. I don’t think like anyone that I know, there’s just you and the beautifully twisted world, we’re all trying to find redemption inside of coral skies and trustworthy friends. I would break my own hand to contain my anger, it is contained. Happiness is what we make it, so if I say that it exists, then it will be so. Listening to your guidance, that makes me happy. You know who you are. Breathless to the words, you paint the sunrise with your pinky and promise that as long as I’m here today, tomorrow will not be filled with sorrow. I keep writing letters to the future person that I will be, I wonder if I’ll change. I probably will, we all do in one way or another. I’m the kind of person that snaps a picture of the sky while I’m driving, I’m reckless, but we’re still alive. Life’s too short and I need to be more careful, I’m certain that death has given up a few passes for me. Do you ever feel like you’re running out of time? Like there’s something trying to make a statement, a lost word that even google couldn’t even get its hands on. Do you ever feel like no one’s really listening? We’re all selfish in the end, but the ones that truly listen– they are the ones that I live for. I maintain online friendships better than I do with my siblings, I guess our thinking is just on different frequencies. On the topic of frequencies– the you that you would like to be is out there, you just need to listen. Hear the right words said by the right person and you’ll be in the right spot to be the you that you’d want to be in this life. Do you ever feel like you’re not good enough? Remember that thing I said about thoughts? Sometimes we just need to let go a little bit, embrace the art of it. To be left to the wind, the unknown will bring us to more adventures and you may not be loved by many, but there’s a chance that you will be– why not take it? I would like to break out of this, I want to smile more and to laugh a little louder, I just want to make myself proud of who I will be versus who I used to be. And you can’t turn back the hands of time, you cannot change your mistakes– they are permanent, but you are not. There is a fire inside of your chest and if you keep suffocating yourself with an indescribable pain then you’ll only suffer in a incomprehensible way. I just want to fill this world with more love and less pain, I see a butterfly and I’m easily distracted– how beauty will fly past you if you’re not even paying attention because you’re so damn sad all of the time. So I drop all signs of negativity and lean towards the positive, I am the only vibe that’ll alter my moods, so I must feel more wealthy than a million silver spoons even if I don’t have any, so I must create the art that likes to spill from my fingertips, we live such short lives– why not be the best version of yourself? Who will you be if tomorrow was your last day on this planet? Will you cry because it’s over? Or will you search the ends of the earth until you’ve found the fountain of youth? I’ve got a secret to share with you. You can be a 100 years old and still have the sweetest smile, you can be in your 20s and have a soul heavy enough to sink the titanic, life is strange, life is strange. We live our youth to buy pretty things, but live our oak days trying to make up more time– it waits for no one, the wrong turn will break you, a simple kiss will turn your thoughts into poetry and a life of self-hate is a road that needs constant validation– why not be your own way out? Be your own lover, be your own brand of music, be your own kind of poem, be your own story of kindness, and if you’re not perfect just look around– nobody is. I’m tired of dreaming, I want to build it instead. You can’t be who you want to be if you’re still having the same thoughts from last year– you can’t change or heal in the right way if you’re not willing to break a few pieces of your heart because the clutter inside of our minds often match the attitude that we give off. So like a quote, so like a poem, so like a bedtime story. If I repeat it enough times, I’ll be happy. I just want to be happy. I just want to let go of the bad feelings. I just want to love myself enough to see a brighter day. You can’t change the world if you can’t even change yourself, right? If I repeat it enough times, then it must be real. I will be happy. Sadness is a crucial emotion because without it, being delighted and euphoric wouldn’t be so dense, but that’s the beauty of the intensity to which we should love ourselves. I want to be so fucking glad to wake up today that it’ll just drown my depression into the white noise. I want to glow in the dark and live like the jellyfishes, give my poetry the immortality to always bring a smile onto the faces of those that love who I am even if I’m a bit flawed because at the end of the day– you’re the only one sleeping on your bed, you’re the only one who’s going to determine if you’ve got enough room to breathe, you’re the only one to have the last say if you’re art or not.
—  I wanted to write something happy for you–
yes, you. The person that’s reading this.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a kind of random question: what korean beauty products do u use?? I am really curious bc I need recommendations? Sorry; it's a weird question.

It’s a great question, don’t worry! I can understand that, I love finding something new (and if that something new fits me perfectly then I’m super happy so!)

Sweats, I have a lot of stuff though so it might be a bit long-ish…

I’ll just start with skincare because it’s always what I’m looking for first:

The Face Shop Rice water bright rich cleansing oil (from normal to dry skin). The first cleansing oil I actually tried. It’s a pleasure using it, the smell is amazing, I will definitely buy it again. Removes make-up well for me, but I’ve read people saying it has a bit of a trouble re-moving very strong make-up, but since I don’t use it I’ll give it an A+.

• I have a few foams; one from The Face Shop as well - Rice water bright cleansing foam. Smells amazing as well, I nearly finished it. I have one stored I want to try, so not yet sure if I buy it again, but I love this one too. Also I have one from Skinfood Egg white pore foam - I think I’ll buy this one. These two might be a bit drying to your skin if using without a uh..bubble maker? Not sure how that thing called in english. It dried me out, I made that thing that helps making richer foam, now I don’t have any dryness so! Skinfood will probably be great for oilier skin.

• Theeen I have The Secret key’s Milk brightening toner. Still not sure about it, I broke out a lot when I was using it, but I am not sure if it was from it or from..period, I’m sorry, Still haven’t retried it, so don’t have an opinion except that I think the smell is pretty good.

• UUH i bought a lot of creams in the search for the perfect one. I have Tony Moly Pure eco snail moisture gel (smells fantastic, used it for the face a lot, didn’t break out, nothing really changed nor for the worst nor for the better, now use it mostly on my hands); I also recently bought Mizon’s All in one Snail repair cream (because I REALLY REALLY want a few marks to fade); comparing to Tony Moly’s it does make skin very soft to the touch. But I’ve been using it for like, six days, so other than that I can’t say how effective it’s going to be. Doesn’t quite smell, pleasant to use. Depending on how it goes next, I think I’ll re-buy it. I also use Aloe Soothing Gel by Nature Republic. used it all the time before i bought Mizon’s, never broke out. for now uh.. I kind of use it after shaving. HUGE container. I wonder if I will be able to finish it before it expires. Next (GOd, there are so many) Skinfood Fresh Apple sparkling water cream. Use it before make-up. It’s supposed to keep your skin matte, I love the smell of it, nice to use. My skin is pretty normal, so I don’t know how much it actually does what it’s supposed to. I’ll try it in summer and find out:”D

• nooow MASKS. oh, my love. sweet, sweet masks. I think my AAABsolute favourite is Skinfood’s Black sugar wash off mask. A present from my friend. Basically a scrub that you let to stay on your skin after you scrubbed. Smells amazing, leaves skin suuuper soft afterwards, will definitely 100% buy it again. Theeen I have Volcanic ash pore pack by secret nature. After using it the skin seems a bit brighter, a bit softer. Nothing too outstanding, but it’s fairly pleasant overall. I wanted to try Holika Holika’s Soda Pore Cleansing Bubble mask BECAUSE O MY GOD. BUBBLES. ON. MY FACE. BUBBLES. I swear I’m a child. I WAS REALLY CURIOUS OKAY. Pretty much the same effect as with Volcanic ash pore. Probably one time fun for me. (I mean. one bottle time, ahah). Theeen I wanted to try Elizavecca’s Hell Pore Clay mask, I think it was the first mask I bought. Wasn’t painful for me, skin is pretty soft afterwards, but I don’t think it does much for my skin? Probably because I don’t quite have that much to push out. It doesn’t quite catch it. Can remove dead skincells though, I’m sure. God. IS this all? No. I recently bought Holika Holika Honey Sleeping pack (I have canola); I’m still not sure, I had quite a big zit when I went to bed with it, in the morning it was, like, much paler and didn’t feel on my skin. Was it the mask’s doing? was the zit supposed to fade away? Not yet sure, since I bought it very recently with mizon. For masks I think that’s all. Kinda sticky because of the honey, but smells nice.

• I have one emulsion by The Saem Urban Eco Harakeke. Moisturising, smells good, make-up goes smoothly on it.

• the last for skincare: Ciracle pore control blackhead off sheet. I only used it twice, and it’s quite tricky and I guess takes some used to. basically does the job of steaming the face without steam and probably works a bit better. Pushes out everything from your nose, you just have to remove it. Didn’t push out as much as I’ve seen on pictures and in reviews for me, but it does it’s job. Nose is as smooth as a jellyfish. SO SMOOTH afterwards.

FINALLY I THINK WE ARE DONE WITH SKINCARE. OH DEAR GOD, not a million of products have passed.

Nooooow up to Make-uuuup~~ 

• BB CREAMS. I swear on those. I. am. a nerd. Before I tried any bb or cc creams that are sold in our stores they never fit me ever. They always felt so greasy and dark for me. I don’t know, I had the curse of bb creams and now i think it’s finally gone. The first korean one I tried was Aritaum Full Cover. The coverage IS nice, can be a bit shiny in a certain lighting, and feels pretty heavy on the skin. I think my problem with it was mostly my dislike for powders, so it felt sticky, but I think with people who DO use powders it’s going to work better. After that I tried Holika Holika Petit BB (Moisturizing). MY LOVE STARTED. I love how it feels, in certain lighting it makes the skin seem absolutely perfect, pleasant on daylight, doesn’t fell like a mask on a skin. Has universal tone. The Last one is CC, actually, but not less amazing. I’ve been using mostly it recently, CC Color change blemish balm. This one is MAAGIC because it’s like greenish-white, and then you put it on the face, and it turns into your face and it’s MAGIC i swear I love how it feels(doesn’t) on the skin, the coverage is decent for me, Baaaarely noticeable on the skin. I’ll definitely buy holika holika and this one again.

• as for concealers I have Aritaum Full cover liquid concealer for undereye (the tube is huge for concealer, I’m not sure if I will ever finish it since it takes such a minimum for me); and Facetone Creamy Tip concealer for any spots. Good coverage, most likely I’ll buy it as well.

• I have Sweet Cotton pore cover base by Holika Holika, still not sure about it, doesn’t quite hide pores much, at least for me, but the make up does seem to stay longer with it. I’ve read the reviews for people to whom it really worked in regard of hiding pores, so! Might just be me, striving for absolute perfection.

• I have A’pieu Cheek Chok blush. Overall nice, but I think it’s a bit too pigmented for me and it seems to be a bit hard to blend. Creamy texture, but not quite as creamy as I wanted.

• last but not least… tints. Fresh cherry tint, pleasant texture, but I think I picked a bit of a wrong shade for me, though if I use it with The Saem’s Saemmul Real Tint (it’s orangish) it gives a fantastic effect. I also have the latter in dark purple. Love those tints, stay forever (especially the dark one - which is also quite hard to wash off) surprise, tint leaves a tint! :”D Love these, gotta buy again most likely. If I ever finish those, ahah.

I’ve been writing this message for so long. I’m sorry it’s huge. I’m sorry I’m a nerd when it comes to makeup and skincare. Goodbye, money, GOODBUY. ;)

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Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome. 

Word count: 3,021

Originally posted by fearless-man


Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across. 

I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up with the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was already sleeping. 

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I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

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Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd

THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE WRITTEN AT 1777 WORDS AND I LOVE IT TO PIECES I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT AS WELL


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”

**

You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.

**

The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”


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DARK MATTER | 2.11 | Three & Five

You know what I wish? I wish, that I’d spaced you when I had the chance.

Speeches

You open Thomas’ new Sanders Sides video, entitled simply, “Speeches.” After a moment of loading, it begins. Not with his usual, “What is up everybody?!” Simply the loud title card and a fade-in.

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Of Roman, standing in his usual spot. He’s smiling. “Hello, my brave and beautiful prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! Tis I, the great Prince Roman! I would just like to take a moment to commend you on your bravery! One such as you deserves all the best, yet time and again you face your dragon-witch! I promise you that with a little magic, and many-a Disney song—along with some encouraging from the valiant yours truly—that dragon-witch will be slain and no longer be able to do you harm! Keep fighting, you strong prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! You will succeed!”

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Patton appears after a jump cut, standing in front of the blinds, as always. “Hey kiddo, Dad Patton here! I know you’re going through a trying time in your life. Everyone does! But I gotta say: you’re gonna do just fine. Life’s problems come and go, but some of the hardest ones can always be slightly improved by a couple-a dad jokes! Never be afraid of the power of laughter. I promise you that everything will turn out alright. And you can’t let life get down. I mean, you can’t let life get you down. But if life gets down, you win that dance-off!” He pauses. “Get it? Get down? Like dancing? No? Okay.” Patton grins and giggles. “Anyway! Much love from your internet old man! Hi Brave, I’m Dad!”

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Logan follows Patton. “Good day, my star student,” he begins, straightening his glasses. “While I could stand here and wax philosophical about human existence and the nature of the reasons why you are where you are, I’ve been told by the others that could possibly be emotionally insensitive. So I won’t. But I do have a lesson for you. As follows: some say life is a roller coaster. They’re wrong. A roller coaster is a feat of physics and engineering achieved by the arches and spins getting smaller and smaller to maintain momentum. Life does not work that way. Life’s arches and spins vary in intensity and size. In this way, life resembles the visual manifestation of sound waves. Life is music, my young student. A beautiful symphony that has dips and swells, creating an experience unique to each composer, each musician, and each listener. Once you realize this, it gets easier to listen to the music of life.”

Another audio file cuts in. “Aww! You actually listened to me!”

“Be quiet, Roman, or I’ll send you to detention!” Logan retorts. He looks back to the camera. “Anyway. Interruption aside: I hope you take that lesson into your life. It will be worth remembering. Have a lovely day, star student, and feel better soon!”

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Virgil appears last. “Hey,” he says, not quite looking at the camera. “Look, the others can be sappy and positive all they want. I guess that’s their job, or something. Especially Dad and Sir Sings-A-Lot. I’m not required to be that way. It’s part of what I am. But today is different. Today is a day when life is even darker than me. Which, I guess, is saying something. But everything is going to be fine. A little anxiety is a good thing. It’ll keep you alive and attentive. But don’t let it overwhelm you. Pretty sure Teach over there explained it to Thomas before. Some productivity curve whose name I can’t remember—”

“Yerkes-Dodson Curve!” Logan interrupts.

“Whatever,” Virgil mutters. “So while life is hard, it’ll get better. Once it does, just keep a little bit of me around and you’ll still be okay. But not too much. I guess I can get a little… toxic in large doses. So be safe, okay kid? Just be careful. That’s what I’m here for.” He nods.

The video shuts off.


Huge thanks to @thatsthat24 for creating such awesome characters! These were fun to make! This came about because of @pancakesanders so equally huge shoutout!

Experiment - Request

Requested by @newts-fan-case:  So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) 
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! 💞

Summary: ^^ That.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,055

Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).

A/N: God bless the sinners.

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“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.

“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.

“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.

“Why would anyone get aroused if they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.

“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”

Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.

She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He inquired.

“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.

“No.” He said, “Actually I…”

“You…”

“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.

“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”

“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.

“Then what is it?” She asked once more.

“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.

“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.

Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”

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“It’s them, but it’s not them !” 2/2 -Bruce Wayne x Reader

@m-fairbank also asked the same thing, things happening on Batmom’s point of you, and also some of the batboys…and I kinda planned something like that anyway. So here’s a sequel for “It’s her but it’s not her”, and I hope you’ll like it (and hope the “mixed feelings” were still good ones ;-)) AGAIN felt like I could write something better, might re-write everything…I rushed a bit writing it cause I’m in L.A but I also wanted to write something and…I guess it’s this kind of time eh. 

Summary : Batman and his kids accidentally got send in an alternate dimension, and Batmom has the displeasure of realizing that her Bruce from this other world is…not hers at all. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

PART 1 !

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When your husband and kids came home with Diana and Clark, you didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t unusual for your friends to come over to the bat cave and work, or even just chill. 

But when you went to kiss Bruce, and you felt him stiffen under your touch. When he didn’t kiss back, and even moved away, his head moving back and forth between you and Clark, stunned. When your sons stared at you with wide eyes and open mouthes…you realized something was wrong. 

-Wh…what is it ? 

Bruce didn’t say anything, he found he couldn’t say anything. The Hell just happened ? Clark’s wife just kissed him ! And…What was she doing in the bat cave anyway, at this hour ? 

Under your husband’s gaze, you felt uncomfortable for the first time in your life. Usually, he had the opposite effect on you, you were always so relaxed around him. Even during charity balls or such obligations you had as Waynes, when your introverted self felt awful, his mere presence calmed you down and helped you get threw the night. 

But right now, the way he was looking at you made you shiver. You didn’t recognize his usual look…In his eyes right now, there were no love, no relief to see you well and alive, no joy, no slight impatience to finally get to bed with you. Instead, there was confusion, embarrassment, and a slight touch of curiosity maybe ? 

And your children…None of them rushed to hug you first, or to tell you who’s ass they kicked this time. 

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 

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Jikook x reader

it’s a bit early, but this is my content for upcoming Halloween! (Imagine them as in run era ;))

genre: pure smut (filth, dirt), threesome, halloween-themed

word count: 9.6k


A demon and an angel are trying to win over you. But who will succeed?

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Breaking The Law

Summary: What’s better to be handcuffed, alone in the sheriff’s office while your dad and you girlfriend are eating pizza without you? Well. Your friend passing by and deciding to do things to you while you’re immobilized.

Word count: 6522

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: Contains smut… or well sexual things. You know. Including some parts of the body and strong feelings. Y’all old enough to know what it means.

A/N: Okay so I was so excited to post this I won’t wait lol. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it and told me it was a cool fic. Something like that. I’m a bit proud I guess? Let me know what you thought, and it was the third choice in the voting I made back when… a while ago. And for the sake of the story just imagine there’s no computer on the desk. And it’s actually his dad office not the whole office. Okay. Nice, thanks!

Forever tag list I forever forget: @multilovee  @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn

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rfa-gifs-deactivated20170709  asked:

can i request rfa helping MC out of a really tight dress but then transitions into xtra spicy jalapeño rough sex? ;o; omg i feel kinda shy requesting nsfw -runs away into the abyss- PleAse dOnt FinD mY tUmblR mOm

GUESS WHO IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER ;D someone out there but not me I’m trying to get back into the groove of things lmao :,) sorry y'all I’m a bit rusty 😩

Jumin:

  • He notice you were taking a long time in the bathroom but he was hesitant of checking up on you because he wanted to start learning to give you space. He finished taking of his suit and he was laughing to himself because you always made fun of him for taking forever to dress. He was getting ready for bed and he just left himself with his briefs on waiting to cuddle with you :3
  • NNnuuuUUGHH JUMIN HELP ME I CAN’T BREATHE” holy mother of god.. He was scared because he thought you were dying D: he didn’t even open the door he just kicked it down worried what was happening to you. When he saw you in the middle of the bathroom hallway *best believe this man bathroom is like a fucking house* he just chuckled because the zipper was out of your reach. He enjoyed seeing your struggle but you gave him those adorable puppy dog eyes with your beautiful (e/c) that he finally made his way towards you. He gripped your shoulder firmly giving you a sense of security that he was going to help you in this predicament
  • You moved your hair out of the way and he gently tugged the zipper making it glide towards the floor… he notice you didn’t wear any underwear. He was feeling the blood quickly go towards his cock making it want to plunge himself inside of you. “Babe.. um.. Why.. aren’t you wearing underwear?” You had a tint of pink forming across your cheeks nervous of the truth you were going to tell him “ I was um uh hoping we could fuck at the grand opening party but… i notice you weren’t in the mood so.. Yeah” You closed your eyes afraid of his answer but you felt his fingertips slowly tracing your spine… making his way to your ass giving them a good squeeze. You felt his body heat spreading around you. You leaned back onto his chest and he leaned towards your ear “ My dirty dirty girl–slaps your ass– Im going to make it up to you. Bend over over” It was your instinct to follow his commands because god you love it. He got his cock  and smacked it on your ass and you already felt your clit become sensitive. Shit this man had too much power over you. He was teasing your pussy by rubbing his cock against your folds and you decide to wiggle your body trying to get my friction “Fuck baby, my princess is needy” He slammed himself in you giving you deep and fast strokes. You kept yelling harder and harder till he picked you upped and took you to the shower. He turned on the shower head and placed it on your clit and continued fucking you. You were fucking gone. You were dead, done, bye, anti bonjour
  • Yall fucked for a good hour and yall knocked out on the bathroom floor.


Zen: *shout out to pandora for playing grind on me c:*

  • You saw this to die for dress but it only had a size *one size smaller than your normal size* and you were like fuck it i’ll just suck in. You bought the dress and forced your way into it because you wanted to look good as Zen’s girlfriend. It was a bit of pressure always having paparazzi, and crazy fans but you didn’t care you loved him but there was always this voice in your head that you must look beyond presentable at all times.
  • You legit slowly waddle your way to the theater sit waiting for one of his musicals to start. You decided not to sit in the front because you didn’t want to ruin the dress because you felt like your body was going to burst out of it any minute and just imagine the zipper hitting zen and ugh.. Just no.. When the musical was over you notice Zen kept looking at crowd for you and you decide to go backstage quickly to his dressing room waiting for him. The short walk was hell you felt like you were gonna die. He notice you seemed stiff??? So he ran to you and picked you up and kissed you “My queen how did i do my darling! And why didn’t i see you in the spot i always reserved for you?” you just kissed him deeply to shut him up. He finally took you to the dressing room and he was trying to unzip your dress but he couldn’t find the zipper. He put you down and you knew the fucking zipper just exploded somewhere and now you are stuck and you were gonna cry till this fucking sex god ripped your dress and your panties, unhooked your bra, pinned you against the wall, spread your legs and put one finger inside your pussy. “Baby look at me please–fingers faster– I love your shape and I’m in love with you now promise me you wouldn’t hurt your body but sucking yourself into that dress baby because 1) i care for you and 2) *brings your body closer to him and picks on your legs up to give better access* your ass looked so perfect baby that so many men were looking at you and i don’t like that baby want to know why?” You were in fucking heaven. His bulge was grinding against you and you were thrusting yourself on it giving yourself more pleasure “because you are fucking mine and right now i’m a bit thirsty” He picked you up even further and your back was against the wall and your legs were on his shoulders and he was licking your pussy as if it was an oasis. You had nowhere to hold onto but  the fucking air so you just grabbed his hair and made his tongue go deeper into you.

Jaehee:

  • “ (y/n) do you need help with that my life?” Jaehee slowly made her way towards you and brushed your hair out of the way lovingly. You always loved how Jaehee always had so much passion with everything she does. From the way she walks to the way she sleeps. When she sleeps, she has this scrunched look in her eyes as if she was doing reports in her dreams. You just wished… she was a bit more rough when it comes to you to being intimate. You were lost in your thoughts when you realized you were already naked in front of Jaehee and well she has always seen you naked but this time she was more in awe. You looked like a complete goddess to her and she had to show the world that you were hers. She grabbed your hand and led you to the bed. She kissed your forehead and you grabbed her hair and guided her face towards your lips. The kiss was full of hunger and Jaehee was already feeling her sex become wet. She wasn’t use to the roughness of the kiss but she wanted to give you what you craved. She grabbed your tit and massaged it gently and gently brought her mouth closer to ear and bite it gently. Your senses were going crazy because holy fuck she is doing it and well you couldn’t take the agonizing pain anymore.
  • You lowered yourself on the bed and you saw the expression on her face changed dramatically.

  • She was trying to figure out what you were planning to do and you just guided her hips upwards and you kept going lower. You saw your love turn redder than a tomato and she was realizing you were insisting on her riding your face. 2 mins later she came lmao

Yoosung:

  • This poor bean was grateful you went to an event his coffee club was holding. It was rather an important event because some near by coffee shops were considering sponsoring the club so they can go on a trip to italy to learn more about the coffee culture over there. You knew he was going to be nervous, so you went with him c:
  • The event was suppose to last 3 hours but since many sponsors came it lasted about 6 hours and you guys were exhausted. He really felt bad because he knew you were tired but you were pulling through for him. When it was finally over, he told you to go back home but you refused, instead you helped him clean up the mess and he just wanted to show you love D: when you two got home, you went to the bed and you were too tired to move. Yoosung took of your heels and massaged your feet in silence. He thought you were asleep but you were just enjoying the damn massage. You stood up a bit so yoosung can take of your dress, which he did…. With many conflicting thoughts.. He then offered you a back massage and when he went to go get the lotion you were already but naked waiting for him. He just chuckled and gently massaged your back. Your pleasured moans that were being caused by his hands made him have a little problem. He was getting turned on knowing you were feeling good because of him.
  • Yoosung started to work on your lower back and your moans were getting louder. You were wondering why he doesn’t become a massage therapist but then you wanted his hands to yourself. You were trying to see how far yoosung can handle so you kept telling him to go lower and lower till he reached your ass. He even massaged your ass and you were hoping for a happy ending till you felt his slender fingers playing with your clit. You were breathing heavily until he stuck a finger inside your pussy and you gave a small sudden shriek. He just smirked and added another finger. He released his fingers from within you and motioned you to lay on your back. While you were positioning yourself, you felt his thumbs put a bit a pressure on your hips and suddenly you were jerked towards him and while you were recollecting your thoughts, you felt his teeth gently pull your pussy lip. You saw lust in his eyes and your juice was running down his lips gently, “let me take care of you and only you tonight (y/n), because you been a good girl for daddy”
  • You. Were. Fucking. Shook.

Saeyoung:

  • you dragged him shopping with you and he usually loved it because he can find outfits to dress in but this time you only stayed at one store ._. And the store only had your size and not his but he was trying to make the best of it :D So he helped you pick out dresses to wear and he was happy seeing your eyes light up
  • You were took about 8 mins trying on each dress but you were taking a bit longer and he got worried and he snucked in the dressing room whispering your name in a high pitch voice till he heard you say here. You unlocked the door and he noticed you were struggling to take off the tight red dressed he love on you. He went in and locked the door behind him and unzipped you. He notice the marks from the last good fucking yall had disappearing. Unconsciously, he was tracing the bite marks and hickeys with his fingertips reminiscing about you two fucking like animals. You were staring at his face from the mirror and you were getting the same flashbacks “ fuck me saeyoung” he turned you around and kissed you deeply. Your tongues were dancing in perfect rythm while your hands unbuckled his belt and pants. You needed him in you. Not some lovey dovey type of shit. You needed that hard core sex, the type of fuck that makes you feel like you two are animals. He gently pushed himself in you and he let out a small roar.
  • You thanked god for birth control while he was biting your shoulders and sucking your neck. He was hitting the good spot and you two forgot you were in public till you heard secuirty coming in. LMAO
Stupid Feelings

Originally posted by jonesjughead

Anon requests: Okey, i have this crazy idea for an imagine. (Y/n) was a popular girl, she was cheryl bestfriend but she doesn’t feel like all of these popular kids. She always saw jughead in the school and always think about him bc he is different. So she left the popularity to became the bestfriend of jugg and the day she finally goes to tell him that she like him since always, he tell her that he likes betty and you can choose the end, maybe a happy one or a sad one :) (sorry my english, i’m spanish)!

Can you do a love triangle between the reader, betty and jughead, please ? Love your blog

Hi i love your writing and i was wondering if you can write a jughead x reader where the reader confesses her feelings but he doesn’t return them?

Pairing: Betty x Jughead x Reader

Description: Popular (Y/N) climbs down the social ladder to befriend Jughead, but quickly develops feelings.  The crush is only one-sided.

Warnings: one swear

Word count: 1,117

A/N: brace yourselves for a sad ending


“(Y/N)!” Cheryl snapped, interrupting my thoughts.

“Huh?” I asked, looking up at her.  She smiled sourly.

“I asked you if you’re still coming to River Vixen tryouts tomorrow,” she repeated.

“Of course!” I exclaimed, plastering a fake smile on my face.  Satisfied, she nodded and strutted down the school hallway, leaving me at my locker.  The smile slipped from my face and turned into a frown as I opened my locker.  

Cheryl had been my best friend for five years, and I knew deep down I loved Cheryl.  But her other friends?  Not so much.  I found myself constantly feeling drained when I was in their presence, and Cheryl seemed to regress into a horrible nightmare around them.  

I slammed my locker shut and strode down the hallway, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone. Anyone but one person.  I walked past Jughead Jones, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger for a split second longer than usual.  He was looking right at me, and we made eye contact for only a moment before I walked away.


During lunch, I sat at a table with Cheryl and her friends.  Cheryl droned on about something she and Jason had done two summers ago, and as much as I wanted to listen and give my sympathy to my friend, I couldn’t do it.  For some reason, my mind kept wandering to Jughead Jones.  The mysterious figure lurking in the school hallways intrigued me, and I couldn’t seem to think of anything else.

“Are you even listening to me, (Y/N)?” Cheryl scoffed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I hummed.

“I said,” her voice was cold and stiff, “are you listening to me?” I glanced at her pursed lips and narrowing eyes, and her mannequin friends raising their eyebrows at me. This is not the people I want to be with.

“No,” I retorted, standing up. “I’m not listening to you, Cheryl.”

“And why not?” she demanded, also standing up.

“Because I don’t want to!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in frustration.  “I’m sick of this, Cheryl.  I’m sick of you treating everyone like peasants whereas you carry yourself like a queen.  I’m done!” By now all the other lunch tables had quieted down so they could eavesdrop on our conversation.

“Well,” Cheryl spat, “I don’t know why you’re still here.  Get out of my sight!”  I rolled my eyes but obliged, grabbing my bag and storming away from the table, all eyes on me.  Once I got inside the school, I leaned against a wall, closed my eyes, and released a sigh of relief.  I was free.

“That was quite the scene,” a deep voice commented, causing my eyes to snap open.  Jughead was standing in front of me.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed a laugh. “I don’t know what came over me, honestly.  I just kinda… I was fed up.”  He nodded in understanding.

“I get it,” he said, moving so that he was standing next to me.  “I don’t know how you dealt with it for so long.”

“I don’t either,” I confessed. “I guess I was just oblivious to how awful she is.”

“What made you realize that she was awful?”  I paused, unable to think of an answer.  Glancing at Jughead, I admired his raven locks and blue-green eyes.  

“Jason’s death, I guess,” I answered, unsure of myself.  “Because most of the time when a loved one dies, people will become more vulnerable. Usually grief brings about self-reflection, and it makes you realize you should be a better person.  Cheryl, although she was heartbroken about Jason’s death, didn’t become a better person.  In fact, it felt like she got worse.  She’s bitchier, more demeaning, and just more terrible overall.”  Jughead nodded at my answer.

“Well, I don’t say this kind of stuff too often,” he said, “but if you’re looking for any new friends, I’m here.”


Jughead and I quickly became close friends.  Pop’s became our usual meeting place, and we would spend every evening there.  Whether we were working on homework or just chatting, I always felt happy in his presence.

We had been best friends for a few months when I realized my feelings for him.  Every night when we sat in our booth, the butterflies in my stomach grew a little flutterier.  My cheeks began to tint a bit darker every time we hung out, and I always grew nervous when I anticipated us being together.  But then when I was around him, I felt calm and safe.

One night, I decided that I’d tell him.  I was tired of keeping this secret from him, and I figured being rejected was better than bottling up my feelings.

“Jughead,” I said, taking his attention away from his computer.  “Can we talk?”  He closed the lid, showing that I had his undivided attention.  I swallowed and fidgeted with my fingers, beginning to second-guess myself.

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I tentatively smiled and nodded.  “I just… I need to tell you something.”

“Yes?”

“I… I like you, Jughead.  I like you as in more than friends, and honestly, I think I have ever since we started being friends.”  I bit my lip as I nervously scanned Jughead’s face for a reaction.  He was motionless, and we sat in the booth in silence.  Finally, he broke the silence.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry,” he apologized, and then my heart shattered.  I knew what was coming next.  “I don’t… you’re a great friend, truly, you are but… I like Betty.”  I swallowed and nodded.  Of course it was Betty.

“Yeah, that’s- that’s fine, it’s fine,” I stuttered out a reply, slowly standing up.  “It’s fine, really, but… I have to go, I’m sorry.”  Jughead stood up too.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” he said, trying to get me to sit back down.  I shook my head.

“I don’t either, Jughead, but I need time,” I responded.  He nodded sadly in understanding.  “Bye, Jughead.”  I walked out of the diner desperately holding onto the little bit of dignity I had left. I wanted to be mad at someone, but there was no one to blame.  It wasn’t Betty’s fault; she had no idea that Jughead liked her, she wasn’t trying to steal him from me.  Nor was it Jughead’s fault, because he can’t control who he has feelings for.

As I strode out of Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe, I knew that this would be the last time Jughead and I ever had a simple relationship.  Thanks to me, every interaction from now on would be awkward and tense.  And it was all thanks to me and my stupid feelings.

Part two here   Part three here

So I found some photos from before I came out a couple of years ago and I’ve realised how stupidly far I would go to make myself look more visually appealing? Like I would always use a black and white filter and crank up the exposure to hide my acne and never smile or do anything other than look completely blank and a bit scary, actually.

and now I’m just like

I’m guessing that when I finally started to get comfortable with myself I just stopped giving a shit.

Chapter 3 of Fanboy is posted!

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The whole chapter below the cut

This is also an animation I did from one of the scenes in this chapter :)

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