i hate you and most everyone else

anonymous asked:

I keep feeling like I'm bisexual but when I told a friend of mine and she asked if I was born with it, I said no and she got mad about it because it's nothing you just choose, it's either you're born with it or not and well it's only until now where I'm open to date guys, but I'm not attracted to them or specifically I don't see much guys in my school that I find attractive yet there are some celebrities I do find attractive (male) so Idk if that makes me bi or something else

I hate it when people ask what sounds like an open-ended question, but they are really looking for a specific “right” answer. Not everyone experiences their orientation in the exact same way, and you don’t have to fit the most common narrative to be valid. Some people have naturally fluid orientations, and that’s totally okay. Your orientation can absolutely change.

The reason this is an issue is because of queerphobic rhetoric saying that being gay/bi/lesbian/pan/etc is a choice and that it is the wrong choice, and that we should choose to be straight instead. Many people fight back against this by saying that it is not a choice. Of course, this is not exactly the same as saying you are born that way, but the two get conflated sometimes. You could have a fluid orientation that you can’t choose or control. On top of that, some people have orientations that change due to a traumatic event, and it’s terrible to conflate this with a choice.

I think it’s important to combat this queerphobic rhetoric a different way: instead of arguing that it’s not a choice, we should be arguing that it’s not wrong to be different, to be anything other than straight and/or to be visible about it. Because when we say that being queer/etc is only valid because it’s not a choice, we don’t really combat the idea that it is inferior to being straight. We don’t defend bisexual or pan people who choose to be in a same-sex relationship, or people who feel they could be happy in either a monogamous or polyamorous relationship but choose the latter. We don’t defend people who are loudly and proudly out. And we don’t do enough to push back against the homophobic argument that “gay people are called to be celibate.” 

No matter what you feel the origin of your orientation is, you are valid and you don’t need to justify your existence to anyone.

quotes from the signs of how they view themselves and their signs

aries: “I’m opinionated and when something intrigues me or is brought to my attention I really like to research it and learn about it so I’m like super great to come to for advice. I can be really aggressive in a way like not physically but emotionally and I’m reckless. I like to have fun”

taurus: “umm im really closed off n not many people know the REAL me like no one really knows the inside me u know like i dont share my feels n like im really loving n caring n emotional n i can be kinda dramatic but like cancers overshadow us”

gemini: “well i think there are definitely ~two sides of me~ but i think it’s like that for everyone”

cancer: “the stereotype about us being like huge crybabies isn’t entirely true like i think i’m just as emotional as the next person but i feel like cancers are a lot stronger than people believe they are and we’re problem solvers too even though people generally see us as problem creators. i don’t think i’ve ever met a cancer that didn’t have a huge heart yknow like i’m super loving and caring and i think that more than being like crybaby emotional we’re lovey dovey emotional. great at giving advice bc we’re super logical and parental. of all the signs i’d say we’re the most similar to lawyers. we also talk a lot”

leo: “i say i don’t care what people think of me but i really do, i hate making other people upset idontknow anymore i was trying to be inspiring for you but that’s all i got”

virgo: “i pay attention to every single detail about anyone and everyone. i have very good sense of judgement and truth. i’m very hard on myself, very insecure. i think very logically and cautiously. i dont even know much more i see of myself, but i’ll tell you one thing, the most important, virgos love. they love so fucking hard. i’d say more than anyone else. I WAS GONNA MAKE IT REALLY GOOD AND LONG AND MEANINGFUL BUT I HAVE TO PEE SO BAD I WAS HOLDING IT WHILE THINKING”

libra: “Smart funny but indecisive as hell cant make up their own mind if their life depended on it. Generally very good hearted people and there for others. Not easily discouraged but can get lazy easily and unfocused from the task at hand. Aesthetic sign in love with all that is beautiful and pleasing to see and feel.”

scorpio: “uhh I really want to be loved and accepted and I think that’s why I’m really sexually driven like I give the people what they want in exchange for what I want”

sagittarius: “idk i don’t really care about anything like i’m laid back but i also care a lot about everything??? if you make me mad i can be really like cold towards you and i’ll make it known that i’m upset. i’m loving and caring and i protect the ones i love”

capricorn: “Capricorns are definitely hard workers and very goal oriented and do things that they set their minds too like everyone says but I also think many capricorns are sensitive and parental but also children at heart”

aquarius: “i like to be alone but in the presence of people i’m kinda backwards idk i’m shy but with close friends i am a lunatic also why is aquarius an AIR SIGN LIKE THE LOGO FOR IT IS LITERALLY TWO WAVES WHY ISN’T IT WATER LIKE AQUA-RIUS HELLO”

pisces: “I guess I’m funny. I care for people a lot but when it comes to them needing help, idk how to help bc I’m a piece of shit! But I’m a pretty good listener. In relationships I think I’m a pretty good partner bc I give it my all but I can be a piece of shit.”

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

  • the first character i ever fell in love with:
  • a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:
  • a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:
  • my ultimate favorite character™:
  • prettiest character:
  • my most hated character:
  • my OTP:
  • my NOTP:
  • favorite episode:
  • saddest death:
  • favorite season:
  • least favorite season:
  • character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:
  • my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:
  • my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:
  • my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:
  • my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:
Truth or dare with the skating fam:
  • <p> <b>Yurio:</b> Hey Yuuri, I dare you to spend 1 hour with the person you hate the most in the closet.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Stands up and leaves*<p/><b>Everyone Else:</b> Wait what-<p/><b>Yurio:</b> SHIT<p/></p>

The thing, that more than anything else, makes me mad about Sense8 and The Get Down’s cancellation is that I have no doubt in my mind that those would be VERY popular, if not Netflix’s most popular, if they had the right promotion. 

Take the cast to shows, make photoshoots, promote your damn work. Those series maybe aren’t “for everyone” (questionable imo) but if people knew about them maybe they would watch it? If you don’t promote your shit don’t go around talking about missed fandom.

Why you should appreciate Nico Yazawa as a character

Nico is my favorite character in Love Live, but she’s hated a lot for misunderstandings. In the anime Nico’s introduced as a third year who is sending Honoka and her friends hate and telling them to give up. I think this is where most people start to write her off as being mean or even just a joke character, which only progresses more when the girls finally do interact with her. She does the “Nico Nico Nii” thing, wants to become the leader of the group and says she’s better than everyone else. This is where a lot of people think she’s annoying, and this is usually the only parts of her personality they point out even though there’s SO MUCH more to her.
We get some backstory later. She had always dreamed of being an idol, however her group failed and the people who joined quit on her. Going back to how she was introduced to us as being mean to the μ’s girls, it’s obvious Nico sees herself in Honoka. Blindly optimistic and hoping for the best, and thinking that she really can become an idol, and Nico thinks that this isn’t possible. Nico failed once before, she doesn’t wanna see it happen again, and being unable to confront her feelings she tells them to give up. She wants to keep Honoka safe and doesn’t want Honoka to lose friends while chasing a hopeless dream. Nico is really shown in this moment to be a truly insecure character who hides behind an over confident attitude because she’s unable to express how she truly feels towards the μ’s girls, and accept them as friends and not just something temporary. You may say, “Well that’s not true! She told her family μ’s were the backup dancers, that proves she’s self centered!” Consider this: in her first year, Nico started an idol group and was hopeful for a positive outcome, so of course she told her family. She would have told them she was an idol, and her siblings would be proud and impressed by her, how could she tell them she failed? So Nico doesn’t, she continues the lie because she has no other choice, she even looks after her siblings on her own most nights. She was afraid of letting them down and not being the impressive older sister they saw her as, so she said μ’s were her backup dancers. At the end of the episode, however, she tells her siblings she’s retiring and joining μ’s. In that moment, Nico accepts them as her friends, her true friends, who won’t abandon her like how she’s been abandoned before.
Now maybe you’re still not convinced Nico is insecure, which is fine, but let’s go back to the more comedic parts of this episode. The parts where Nico is running from the girls and avoiding having them see what she’s doing, she’s trying to hide where and how she lives. Nico’s family is poor, and Nico acts like she’s the best even though she doesn’t come from the best, and her friends might judge her as well. This is a very obvious sign of insecurity, she wants the girls to think she’s rich and all, which is not the case. In one of her school idol diaries, she talks about how she wishes she could invite her friends over but doesn’t want them to judge her (Nico was abandoned by her friends when she initially started an idol group, which is why she’s so emotionally guarded). She takes care of her siblings most nights on her own, because her mom is working. She is caring and tries so hard for her family.
It took her a while to accept that the μ’s girls were her dear friends who wouldn’t leave her side, and it’s important to note Nico has dealt with more than just the loss of her friends. It said in Nico’s school idol diary that her father passed away when she was young. It also says in the school idol diary that her father made the “Nico Nico Nii” thing and never wanted her to stop smiling. She wanted to be an idol so her smile can reach her late father.
Nico is afraid of losing people dear to her, she puts on a smile and confident attitude even if it’s not always true. Nico cares for every girl in μ’s, she even wanted them to continue chasing their dreams after the third years graduate because she wanted the best for them, and wanted them to continue to grow and be happy even if it was without her, even if she wasn’t apart of it. Yet, she’s considered selfish, when Nico has lost so much and puts in so much effort into being an idol, and into her friends happiness.
Nico works hard, and always has. She deserves to be appreciated and loved, she wants the best for everyone no matter what.
TLDR (even though you should), Nico is insecure and hides it behind her idol persona, strives for the best no matter what, and is selfless and caring. I’m proud to call Nico my best girl, I’m proud of her and how far she’s come to achieve her dreams, with her friends by her side. Thank you Nico.

Traitor

Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.

Slytherin.

And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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mockingjaylivesnow  asked:

Hi! So I take it you probably wouldn't answer my question if I asked if Julian and Emma end up together, so I'm going to ask what is everybody's input on the reluctant and shadowhunter-hating Kit now living at the institute? Tbh I can't wait till Kit mentions Will

I would say the person who seems to mind the most is Kit. Everyone else adjusts pretty quickly and Ty and Livvy want to be his friends off the bat. Julian possibly likes him least, since Julian is a layer down of rules and Kit is a rule-breaker, plus Kit constantly tries to steal things from the Institute.

anonymous asked:

Sorry but I have to unfollow you, your hate towards white people in general has become too toxic, you have become what you fight against. Goodbye.

Well, bye then.

I’m going to take this opportunity though, to point out that I *am* white, but unlike most of us I stepped out of the southern christian white supremacist bubble I was raised in and actually learned a few things. Acknowledging the ways that white people benefit from white supremacy and pointing out all the ways that literally everyone else is hurt by it isn’t hatred.

Grow up.

You Are What I Hold On To (Jughead x Reader)

can u please do a jughead x reader (they r friends) and the reader has huge anxiety and starts to have a random panic attack when she is hanging out with jug. he comforts her and is the sweetest and helps her get through it and gets her what she needs and it’s cute and fluffy:) (also could you not really add that much of the actual show into, just more of the character if u get what i mean) xoxo –Anonymous

Imagine: Your anxiety disorder was always a well-kept secret from everyone, including your best friend and crush, Jughead Jones. You intended for it to stay that way, until one day things become too much, and you must confront the idea of Jughead accepting you for who you are.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, depiction of a panic attack

A/N: Just a disclaimer! I have depression but I don’t have anxiety, so I had to do some research into the experience of having anxiety and anxiety-related panic attacks to make sure I wasn’t letting my own experiences influence the story! Feel free to let me know if I mis-portrayed anything!


When you woke up, you already knew things were getting bad again. Usually you were able to keep the magnitude of your anxiety under control (yet still ever present) through thought exercises taught by your therapist and a hearty regimen of medications, but on some days even the most practiced thoughts and the strongest chemicals couldn’t help. Even worse, you could never figure out when it was going to happen, or why.

You’d opened your eyes to a pounding in your chest and shallow breathing. Your hands shook when you reached for your pill bottles and did your makeup for the day. You kept drawing crooked lines onto your lids with eyeliner. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This caused you to draw them even worse. Wipe them off, try again, mess up, repeat.

Finally, you were able to look semi-decent. You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Keep it together girl,” you murmured. “Get through one day looking normal. You can do this.”

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Down To Mephisto’s Cafe Pt. 2

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The BBC Sponsor Party was expected to be like any old stuffy gala, but with Pansy Parkinson escorting Ginny Weasley, things are bound to get interesting.

Pansy: And that gentleman over there might have the nicest design design studio for his pieces, but he’s been cheating on his wife for years.

With his assistant Sergi.

Ginny: How do you know so much about everyone?

Pansy: Darling, I make it my business to know.

Ginny: So what do you know about me?

Pansy: *winks*

Ginny: So….this is your whole life? Parties, glam, paparazzi. Everyone in your business 24/7 anticipating your next move? 

Pansy: Yes. Charming isn’t it? I never have a want that can’t be fulfilled.

Ginny: …Ah.

Pansy: *rushing past the moment* So, who else do you want the dirt on?

Ginny: Harry Potter.

Pansy: Oh, you mean the social recluse? 

Poor thing, he hates the spotlight almost as much as I adore it. Most people think he’s all that, and then some, but then again most people don’t have to dress him. 

And that blasted mane! I’ve used buckets of product and that is still the only thing that refuses to bend to my will. 

Not to mention the fact that my worser half won’t shut up about him. Poor dear, he’s smitten and too afraid to talk to him.

But in all actuality, Harry just wants to be left alone, and people should respect that.  That’s why always have an open door policy for all my clients.

Ginny: *impressed* Really?

Pansy: Of course! I like for them to consider my studio a safe space for those I deem worth of it.

Ginny: Dance with me.

Pansy: I’m sorry?

Ginny: You dance right? It’s a party…

Pansy: Well, alright then.

Predictions for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts

Now since I’ve posted about what I am excited to see in the Rivals AU companion fic I’m going to post about my predictions.


Yurio idolized Yuuri as a child, like how Yuuri idolized Viktor.

Now Yurio has a bit of a broken idol thing going on because how Yuuri appears to treat Viktor. However, he can’t bring himself to completely believe that Yuuri is a bad person

Viktor talks to Yurio about Yuuri because Yurio is the only person receptive to “Yuuri is so amazing”

A few of Viktor’s prior relationships are mentioned but mostly glossed over.

Viktor gets a crush on Yuuri early on (maybe even by the JWC that Yuuri wins), however he doesn’t realize the depth of the feelings until later. (Falling Slowly is kind of a giveaway)

After Viktor realized he was in love he could not bring himself to sleep with anyone else, even though he thought that his love may be forever unrequited.

Their first time, before Yuuri said “I hate you, now fuck me,” Viktor was hopeful that Yuuri returned his feelings.

The first thing that kicked off the “Yuuri is a playboy” rep. is simply the gossip that follows most celebrities. However it got a big boost by Yuuri basically sneaking off all the time, that pole dancing incident, and an incident that Yuuri didn’t think was significant but everyone took the wrong way.

After the second time they had sex (when Yuuri was used Viktor in a horrible way to forget his loss) Viktor was the one looking at fanfiction… not a porn but at the fluffy “they’re so in love.” It didn’t help.

The Katsuki Yuuri hate really pisses Viktor off.

Viktor purposefully takes that picture with Yuuri’s jacket as a way to remember that night.

Viktor didn’t try to seduce Yuuri in chapter 11 because he was worried that either Yuuri would feel pressured or that Yuuri would leave.

After the blowjob in chap 11 he calls Chris and is all like “but the blowjob WHAT DID IT MEAN?!” and Chris is like “this is too much information even for me and that is saying a lot.”

The first time Viktor returns to his apartment after Yuuri leaves he can still smell the borscht and is sad, but happy that he has those memories. Or maybe there is leftover borscht and he eats it, remembering.

Viktor doesn’t bring up when Yuuri goes to the european championships because he is a mixture of hopeful (that Yuuri loves him back) and scared (that Yuuri doesn’t love him back)

Near the end Chris is like “…Yeah, Yuuri might actually have feelings for you.”

In chapter 14 before the happy ending Viktor looks at the pictures he took of Yuuri in Moscow to remember that fleeting happiness.

Yuuri goes to live with Viktor in St. Petersburg, (not sure what would happen with the coaching situation) but they get married in Hasetsu.

Okay that last one was pure wishful thinking; I just want to see Viktor in Hasetsu.

I can’t wait to read and find out. :)

Jughead’s Birthday-Reggie Mantle Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some dirty dancing and sensuality

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Originally posted by imjustalittlewhiteraincloud

  “Are you guys insane?” Y/N blurted out. 

  She was sitting with her friends Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty at their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Things were going as normal as much as they could in light of Jason’s murder and their own investigation of it, when Betty had proposed the idea of throwing Jughead a surprise party. However, her outburst was met with the confused expressions of her friends.

   “What’s so insane about it?” Betty asked.

   “Betty, Jughead is an introverted, introspective, artistic emo kid who hates his birthday. He would probably rather be forced to go see Britney Spears’ Vegas show than have a birthday party.”

   “I’m with Y/N on this one, guys, he’ll just want to go to the movies like he does every year,” Archie said.

   “But this year is different. It would just be us, his friends,” Betty said.

   “And I would kill to start planning a party right around now,” Veronica added.

   “And he’ll kill all of us for planning this party,” Y/N said.

   Y/N was only slightly surprised that Betty wanted to throw Jughead a party. She was the sweet, bubbly girlfriend that would be a light in his life while Jughead was extremely comfortable being in the dark. She, Archie, and Y/N had known him the longest and were all too familiar with Jughead’s attitude towards his birthday. In fact, Y/N was about to continue arguing with her friends when her phone buzzed in her bag. She picked it up and her mouth went dry.

   R: Meet me in the common room now.

   Guilt began swelling up inside the seventeen year-old, but there was excitement mixed in it too. She and R never met in the common room before—-the locker room, under the bleachers, and the occasional empty classroom yes, but the common room never. Part of her wanted to hit R for being so stupid as to want to meet her in such a public place and the other part eagerly texted Ok before dropping the phone back in her bag.

   “I’ll be right back, guys,” Y/N muttered.  

  The rest of her friends nodded and didn’t pay any mind as Y/N stood and wandered out of the cafeteria. As she made her way towards the common room, she couldn’t help but check her hair, make sure her makeup was in order, and straighten out her long sleeved white button-down. Her body buzzed with excitement and anxiety when she finally reached the common room. Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door. Sitting on the couch was a smiling Reggie Mantle.

   “Took you long enough,” Reggie teased.

   “Shut up. Why did you want to meet here?” Y/N asked. “Anyone could see us.”

   “That’s exactly why I picked it.” 

   Reggie walked over to her slowly and Y/N hated herself for admiring how sexy he looked doing it. His short dark hair fell lightly against his tan forehead, his dark eyes were trained on her, and his football-chiseled muscles strained against the navy t-shirt and fitted jeans he wore with every step. When he finally got in front of her, Y/N pressed herself against the door, wondering why she wasn’t shoving away the person who bullied Jughead or gave the rest of them such a hard time. Then, she remembered their first kiss on the Fourth of July, when this all started. Though she and Betty had been hanging out, Reggie had approached them with the offer of beer. Betty politely rejected his offer while Y/N accepted, confused as to why Reggie was being so nice to them all of a sudden. One became three and three became five, and during the fireworks, she and Reggie had snuck away from Betty and the others to make out. The next day, Y/N had felt so hungover and guilty, but when she tried to avoid Reggie, he wouldn’t let her, and they wound up making out again. Then, it turned into a full on, clandestine fling. There were many times Y/N wanted to break it off, but she could never bring herself to and she didn’t know why.

   Y/N’s breath hitched when Reggie reached behind her to lock the door and close the blind in front of the narrow window. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, Y/N kissed back as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Reggie effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch and lay her down without breaking the kiss. Y/N ran her hands through his hair, fighting a moan when he bit her lip. 

   “You’re so beautiful,” Reggie whispered as he began kissing his way from her jaw down to her neck.

   Y/N gasped not only because of Reggie’s amazing kissing skills but also because of his comment. Usually, he would call her “hot” or “gorgeous” along with a plethora of much dirtier words, but never did he call her beautiful.

    “Reggie,” Y/N whimpered.

    One of his hands slid down her body to the end of her shirt and he slid his hand underneath it, feeling the warm skin there. “Is this okay?”

   Y/N nodded. Though they had met up countless times, they never went all the way. Y/N knew Reggie was experienced thanks to the playbook she found with Veronica and Betty, but Reggie was the only person she’d ever done anything with. In fact, Y/N was shocked when Reggie didn’t make fun of her when she stopped him the first time he tried to go all the way with her.

   “I’m not a complete jerk, Y/N,” he had said.

   But it was true. That must’ve been part of the reason why Y/N had continued their secret affair.

   Y/N ran a hand through her hair as Reggie climbed back up her to kiss her jaw again. She couldn’t help but imagine her friends’ faces if they caught the two of them together. They would probably be in shock and Jughead would most likely never speak to her again—that was why Y/N usually felt awful when she and Reggie parted ways but would act normal in front of everyone else. However, he had stopped making fun of Jughead as much, but Y/N still felt a bit like a traitor.

    “Reggie,” she muttered.

    “All you have to say is my name? Really? You usually can’t shut up when you’re around your friends.”

    Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and sat up on her elbows to say something, but Reggie silenced her with a kiss. “I hate when you do that,” she said as they pulled away.

   “No, you don’t.”

   Y/N quickly lost track of time as they continued making out, loving the feeling of Reggie’s large, muscular arms around her waist and their hot embrace when she heard voices outside. 

   “What was that?” Y/N whispered.

   “Probably just some freshmen, don’t worry about it.” Reggie kissed her again, but the voices got louder because they were getting closer.

   Y/N panicked and shoved Reggie off of her as she tucked her shirt back into her black cigarette pants. “They’re trying to get in!”

   “So what if they do?” Reggie tried to pull her back into him but Y/N pushed him back.

   “They’ll tell people and it won’t take long before the whole school is talking about how Reggie Mantle, the head jock, scored with the nerd,” Y/N hissed in a whisper.

   “Would that be such a bad thing?” 

    Then, the voices stopped, meaning that they were gone and Reggie’s words sunk in. Reggie couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t actually want people to find out about them, could he?
    “If you wanted to keep your reputation, yeah.” Y/N stood. “Why? What were you thinking?”

    Reggie hesitated and then Y/N’s mind went to calculating and she quickly put two and two together. “I think we should be open about us.”

   “That’s why you wanted to meet in the common room, so that we could get caught. But you still locked the door?”

   “To throw you off.” Reggie sighed. “I’m tired of hiding you and sneaking around, Y/N. I want to be public about this.”

   “Why could you possibly want that, Reggie? It makes no sense.”

   Reggie maintained a straight, serious expression while looking at the y/h/c-ed girl. He never made that face when they were together and slowly, Y/N came to the startling realization. Immediately, she began shaking her head.

    “No, you can’t—”

    “But I do. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious or anything, but I really like you, Y/N. I like how you speak up, I like the way you laugh, and whenever someone upsets you, I get upset too and I’m sick of the guys talking about you because they don’t know you’re mine.”

   “Yours?”

   “I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you.”

   “You don’t know that.” Y/N folded her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to look sassy, but Reggie arched an eyebrow and she sighed. “Okay, you know that one, but it would be insane for us to tell people!”

   “Why?”

   “For one thing, my friends hate your friends and vice versa. They would kill me if they knew about this.”

   “If they would kill you for being with me, then they aren’t real friends.” Reggie got up and stood in front of Y/N. “I like being with you, Y/N, and I know you like me too, even if you can’t admit that to yourself. Let’s just tell people about us.”

   Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head and pulled away from Reggie. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

    She tore away from Reggie and practically sprinted out of the room. It hurt but didn’t doing the right thing always hurt? Though she did have fun with Reggie, she couldn’t keep her friends disappointed faces out of her head nor could she seem to figure out her mixed up feelings about Reggie. On one hand, he was a stereotypical jock who was about as dumb as a doornail but on the other hand, he was very gentle and kind to her. And it pained her so much to think she had hurt him. Y/N couldn’t possibly…

   She cut off her train of thought as she pulled herself together and walked back into the cafeteria. Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Archie were still talking when she sat down.

   “Oh good, you’re back! Archie’s on board with the party now,” Betty said carefully.

   Archie shrugged and Y/N pursed her lips.

   “What time should I be at your house tonight, Archie?”

   The others were surprised at Y/N’s response and they began to plan the party more. However, Y/N knew that she was using this party as an excuse to get incredibly intoxicated and forget about Reggie.




     A few hours later, Y/N was flexing her hands—-a nervous tick she developed at the ripe age of five—-in Archie’s foyer. Veronica, Ethel, and Betty had set up the decorations while Kevin and Archie figured out drinks.

    “Y/N, quit pacing, everything’s going to be fine,” Archie said.

    Y/N paused and narrowed her eyes at Archie. “You don’t know that. Jughead might implode from all of the emotions he’s been repressing for the last seventeen years or have a mental break down. He’ll kill us for agreeing to this.”

   “Oh, Y/N, you worry too much. Maybe you should have some of the punch,” Veronica said as she walked in.

    Veronica looked as pristine as always in a deep purple A-line dress with black pumps while Y/N felt ridiculous in a pink cropped sweatshirt, black leggings, and black ankle boots.

   “What am I even wearing? No one wears a sweatshirt to a party. I should just go.”

   “No way.” Veronica put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything’s going to be fine.”

   “You don’t know that.”

   “They’re here!” Kevin announced.

   “I’ll take that drink now.”

   Veronica laughed a little as Kevin and Archie dimmed the lights while everyone else got into position. Then, Betty and Jughead entered to the small surprise party. Y/N closed her eyes as she sipped her first cup of punch. She slowly walked to where the rest of the group was to find a stunned Jughead and a beaming Betty.

    “What is this?” Jughead asked.

    “A surprise party for you, Juggie,” Betty said.

   “Happy birthday, Jughead,” Veronica said, handing Jughead his gift.

   Jughead glanced at it before looking up at Archie. “You knew about this?” He glanced at Y/N next. “Both of you?”

    “We just wanted to give you the birthday party you never had,” Archie said.

    “But—-”

    Jughead was interrupted by Betty singing “Happy Birthday” and giving him his birthday cake. He tried to be a good sport as he reluctantly blew out his candles, but it was obvious that he was burning on the inside.

    It couldn’t get any worse.

    The doorbell rang and Archie answered it. On the other side was none other than Cheryl and the rest of the junior class of Riverdale High.

    “We heard there was a party and thought we would stop by,” Cheryl said.

    “But you weren’t invited,” Veronica hissed.

    “Aw, and we brought a keg and everything.” Cheryl fake pouted before turning to Archie. “What do you say, Archie-kins?”

    Archie paused. “Set it up outside.”

    And thus began the pandemonium. Loud Top 40 was blasting from the DJ’s speakers while all of us danced or played drinking games. Y/N lost her friends quite quickly but easily spotted a drunken Archie and Veronica in the middle of the living room. She stumbled over to them before she reached Archie, laughing when she accidentally spilled some of her drink on his shoes.

   “Sorry, Archie,” Y/N called over the music.

   “It’s fine! Wanna dance?”

   Y/N nodded as she, Archie, and Veronica danced together. Somehow, Y/N ended up grinding on Archie while twirling Veronica in front of her. Veronica smiled lightly and leaned towards Y/N.

   “I didn’t know you could dance!”

   “There’s a lot you don’t know about me!” Y/N giggled as she pulled Veronica close before casually switching places with her so that she could dance. 

     Archie didn’t seem to mind as the two of them got really into it, but Y/N casually continued twirling until someone grabbed her. She stumbled for a second before looking up and seeing a concerned Reggie staring at her.

    “Reggie? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

    “Cheryl texted everyone about this. Can we talk?” Reggie asked.

    Y/N shook her head. “No way, I’m at this party so I can forget about what happened?”

   “Why would you want that?” Reggie asked.

   “Because I felt bad about what I said.”

   Reggie was stunned by Y/N’s confession but when he tried to probe her for more information, the drunk girl simply begged him to dance with her, which he obliged. Reggie spun her around before pulling her close, smiling at the way she was laughing so much. Then, he did the unthinkable and kissed her in front of everyone. Y/N hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Soon, they were making out in front of everyone and neither of them seemed to care. When they broke apart, Y/N’s forehead was resting against Reggie’s as she panted.

    “That was fun,” she said.

    “Y/N—”

    “All right, everyone, time for secrets and sins!” Cheryl called over the music.

    Y/N opened her mouth to respond to Reggie but got tugged away by Veronica and was forced to sit with her and Archie in the living room. Cheryl and Chuck looked much too confident for Y/N’s comfort, plus, she hadn’t realized that she had just made out with Reggie in front of everyone.

   “What was that with you and Reggie?” Veronica asked.

   “What?” Y/N asked.

   “Okay, guys, you know the rules, it’s like truth or dare but you confess something. Ronnie,” Cheryl said cheerfully, “why don’t you go first?”

   “I don’t want to play this stupid game, Cheryl,” Veronica said.

   “Aw, come on, Ronnie, you’re sucking the fun out of it,” Chuck said.

    Veronica glared at Chuck and Y/N shifted in her seat as she glanced at Reggie, who was sitting across the room from her. She felt bad as Reggie continued staring at the tips of his shoes.

   “I’ll play.” Reggie looked at Y/N before looking at Cheryl. “Over the summer, I met this beautiful girl—-amazing hair, body, face—-and she was way out of my league, but I still went after her. We started sneaking around because her friends don’t like me and I was fine with that, but now, I’m tired of hiding it because I’m in love with her even though she’s smarter than me and could have any guy she wants and her friends hate me, but I don’t care.”

    Y/N shook in her seat both from holding back tears and from nerves do to his confession. Foolishly, she wondered for a moment if Reggie could have been speaking about anyone besides her.

    “And who is this amazing girl that’s got our Reggie Mantle head over heels in love?” Cheryl asked.

    Reggie looked at Y/N. “She knows who she is.”

   Chuck glanced between the two and laughed. “Y/N Y/L/N? Really, Reggie?”

   “Shut up, Chuck,” Jughead snapped.

   “Why should I? The Riverdale jock has been sneaking around with this nerd.” Chuck stared Y/N down and Veronica protectively wrapped her arm around her. “Maybe I should’ve taken you out.”

   “Back off, Chuck,” Reggie spat.

   Y/N suddenly felt nauseous and she whispered so to Veronica as she stood. Veronica stood with her and glared at Chuck, but Cheryl blocked their path.

   “You don’t get to leave until everyone has a turn,” Cheryl said.

    “You won’t care about turns when my friend vomits all over your Gucci boots,” Veronica shot back.

    “But Y/N hasn’t told us how she feels about Reggie. Do you love him or were you just using him?” 

    Y/N glanced at Reggie, tears welling up in her eyes even more. Her drunken mind was far too jumbled up to create words, but her heart ache spoke enough for her. She could only imagine how hurt he was as Veronica led her out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. There, she emptied her stomach’s contents before resting her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet. When she was done, Veronica helped her lean back and clean up. Then, Y/N burst into tears, disgusting, hiccuping tears. Veronica knelt to her level and tried to console her.

    “What’s wrong?” Veronica said.

    “I…I hurt him, s…so b-b-badly,” Y/N managed to say between sobs. “H-he t-t-told m-m-me th-that he w-w-wanted t-to be open ab-about u-u-us but I d-d-didn’t want to.”

   “Why not?” Veronica asked.

   “B-because a-all o-of you h-h-hate him a-and I f-fell for him! I-I didn’t want t-to lose any of you.”

   Y/N expected Veronica to treat her coldly, say something classy but snarky, or quietly berate her. Much to her surprise, Veronica hugged her and rubbed her back.

   “You’re not going to lose me, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Veronica said.

   “Wh-what?” Y/N asked as she calmed down.

   Veronica pulled away, smiling. “Sure, Reggie isn’t on the best terms with everyone, but you’re my friend and I care about you so if he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.”

   Y/N sniffed. “Thanks, Veronica.”

   “Anytime. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we get back outside.” 

   Y/N nodded and let Veronica help her clean up. By the time they got back outside, the party had dissolved with only Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie standing near the front door.

   “What happened?” Veronica asked. 

   “Chuck took things a little too far,” Betty said.

   Jughead looked up at the two, specifically at Y/N. “Is it true that you’ve been sneaking around with Reggie?”

   “Yes,” Y/N whispered.

   “And you never told us?” Betty added.

   “No, but what was I supposed to say, ‘Hey, guys, I just finished making out with the guy you all hate and I actually love him too’,” Y/N replied.

   That stunned her friends.

   “You love him?” Archie finally asked.

   “Yes, I may be a little drunk right now, but I love Reggie Mantle. He’s big, strong, funny, and respectful and I don’t care what any of you think.”

   Archie was the first one to hug Y/N. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. But if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

   “And I’ll help him,” Veronica added.

   “We all will,” Betty said.

   Y/N frowned. “So, none of you care?”

   “If he makes you happy, then I’m fine with it,” Betty said.

   “And it might take a while for me to warm up to it but I’ll still support you,” Jughead said.

   Y/N couldn’t believe it—-her friends actually supported her relationship with Reggie. She and Reggie could’ve been public sooner and they wouldn’t have had to hide in the first place, really.

   “Is he still around?” Y/N asked.

   “He’s outside, he was worried about you,” Jughead said.

   “Thanks.”

   Y/N took a deep breath before walking outside of Archie’s house. Reggie was sitting on the first step of the porch, his back facing her. For once, she felt calm around Reggie as she walked over to him and sat down. He glanced over when he saw her.

   “You feel better?” Reggie asked.

   “Yeah, a lot better.”

   “Look, I’m sorry about what I said during that game—actually, I’m not because I love you and I want everyone to know and if your friends don’t like it, screw them because—”

   Y/N cut him off with a sweet kiss before pulling away. “I love you too, Reggie, and I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was too afraid of what my friends would think and they didn’t care at all, as long as I was happy with you.”

   “And are you?”

   “I think so.”

   Reggie kissed her, making Betty, Veronica, and Kevin feel gushy while Jughead and Archie simply sighed in acceptance. All they knew was if Reggie hurt her in anyway, he would regret it. 

// RIGHT THERE

Pairing: Wonwoo - You

Summary: Wonwoo is an art student that hates drama class until his homework gets a little bit exciting.

Originally posted by wonwoowho

As much as Wonwoo loved art he just couldn’t stand his drama class, most of it was because of his annoying teacher, her voice was always filled with pretentiousness, her comments were always filled with judgement, she could never say ‘good job’ or ‘I like what you did there’ instead she said stuff like ‘that was nice but you got this wrong’ there was always a but and he hated it; she was also always late since she was a teacher at another school. Everyone else was really into this class because she was a director and a very good one, or that’s what everyone said, he had never seen her work, he rarely went to the theatre, just a few times as a kid with his parents but never on his own.

“Today I’m excited” His teacher said, he almost rolled his eyes at her comment ‘Now what?’ He thought “My favorite actress is doing a different monologue for three weeks and I want you all to go” He stopped listening after that knowing that she would email them the details later, she always did, he wasn’t excited at all but at least that meant no real homework for three weeks.

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When There Is Smoke

Everyone knows that you and Jay were the king and queen of pettiness. You barely got mad at people but you always held on to their fumbles and tiny mistakes just for shits and giggles. Whenever someone thought of out-witting you in a conversation, both of you would always pull the “remember when” cards and people would stop dead on their tracks, fearing the crippling embarrassment you might reveal.

This was how Jay got the inspiration to pull his pettiest prank yet. For the whole morning it seemed like every AOMG member had been on the phone with their significant others, either mumbling an apology or getting yelled at by the person on the other line. It somehow made Jaebum feel a hint of jealousy. He too, wanted to be yelled at. Because as it turns out, when the guys made up with their girls, they always end up sweeter to each other. And Jay wanted to pour that sugar on him.

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FIC RECS!!!! PT. II!!!

since the first fic rec list is getting too crowded, i have decided to make a second part!!!! because everyone deserves to read a well-written seventeen fanfic

AGAIN, most of these are probably junhui/minghao-centric (or at least theyre mentioned), and completed! i will indicate if there are any ongoing ones i absolutely love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6808693 - OT13 (kinda jeonghan-centric). zodiac!au. 27k of pure talent. iS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE TO ASK MORE FOR CLICKIG THIS LINK.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7254406 - catboy!jun and fox!minghao. wonHUI, GYUHAO. I AM ABSOLUTE TRASH FOR THESE TWO

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7235998 - MINGSOL DRABBLE. I HATE MY LIFE I WAS SMILING SO HARD THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE 869 wORDS OF THIS FIC. THE OUIJA BOARD SPEAKS WHAT SHOULD BE SPOKEN

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6925387 - JIHANCHEOL OT3 GOODNESS. i love polyamory. AND I LOVE JIHANCHEOL WITHOUT THE RIVALRY AND STUFF BECAUSE THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7345429 - SOONHAO IS LOVE. SOONHAO IS LIFE AND I LOVE LIFE. rated m + abo!verse + bff!junhui what else do i put in i loVE EVERYTHING IN HERE and minghao c*ming just by being bitten by soonyoung i can die in peace ((this has a ch. 2 witht he legit sMUT))

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7340521 - GYUHAO CRACK ONESHOT. IVE NEVER BEEN HIT ON BUT I STILL FIND IT RELATABLE +++hansol burning down their dormitory while cooking dinner i never have related so bad

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7330090 - OKAY. IM NOT READY FOR THIS. IM NOT. I CANT BELIEVE I ENCOUNTERED SUCH A GEM. MY BIGGEST OT4. COMING TRUE. I WONHUI? SURE. GYUHAO. HECK YES. WONHUIGYUHAO???? SIGN ME THE HECK UP. its ongoing but oh my lordt i know this fic is gonna be the death of me

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7158680 - HOE!MINGHAO. MINGHOE. IF YOURE NOT A FAN OF INFIDELITY(kinda) then unfortunately this isnt your cup of tea. but i love vague smut and heartbreak and DYING THROUGH CRYING SO I LOVED THIS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6770299 - MINGSOL. MINGSOL FLUFF(??) VERY NICE. amazing piece. i love minghao with anyone YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7086619 - SPEAKING OF MINGHAO WITH ANYONE. A PRECIOUS WRITER HAS STARTED A FIC. an oNGOING MINGHAREM FIC. minghao is an incubus and yall know how this will end, rite. and nOT TO WORRY, because chan and seungkwan arent included in the smut part of it! heeeheheh i love siNNING

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6115852 - MINGSOL WITH VAMPIRE!HANSOL. and horny!hansol. NECK. boners4days. side!soonwoo I Just Love Sin and Dying

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5230565 - SPEAKING OF MORE!! MORE!! MORE EVERYONE X MINGHAO, look at this fic. this one is actually ot13!polyamory, minghao-centric. i love polyamory, but if its not ur cup of tea then i dont suggest it. !!!!!!!!IMPLICATIONS OF DEBAUCHERY

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7387372 - meanie + angst because i love hurting myself through reading fics that makes me want to curl up n cry myself like a smol babie

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7386403 - ok im hurting myself too much, its 3 AM AS I WRITE THIS FIC REC AND GYUHAO IS HURTING MY FEELINGS BUT I LOVE IT AND I COME BACK FOR IT ANYWAYS BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS HAVE A BONER FOR ANGST

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7383067 - OF COURSE, what comes bETTER AFTER READING ANGST???? sum good ol’ bj and hj smutfics, AM I RIGHT OR AM I CORRECT so here’s a soonhoon smutfic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7205936 - GYUHAO. i love gyuHAO AND FANTASY AND SMUT MIXED TOGETHER. and they swITCH, WHAT MORE COULD I HAVE ASKED FOR!!??? i love authors i owe them my life i will sell my soul to the devil just the all the fanfic writers will live longer and write more

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7168583 - gyuhao. the title is a CLICKBAIT I CAME HERE FOR THE MEMES AND STAYED FOR THE TEARS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6850333 - YES I LOVE JUNHOON YOU LOVE JUNHOON EVERYONE LOVES JUNHOON, kinda angst??? but not really because happy ending and i just truly love junhoon i love them ok

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6994786 - MORE JUNHOON. im speechless, i love junhoon, i dont know but i love them its slowly creeping up my otp list

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6932014 - SOONHAO. SMUT. another otp i have a weakness for. thIS IS SO HOT AND AMAZING AND MADE ME NOT REGRET SINNING IN THE FIRST PLACE

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6942142 - MOSHI PRISONER!AU. this wAS A WILD RIDE. I LOVE EVERYTHING. trigger warning, though: mentions of criminals doing criminal stuff without remorse.

Apologies to a 15 year old me

I’m sorry I’ve dyed and cut and permanently straightened your hair so much- it was better the way it was and now it will never be the same.

I’m sorry I quit gymnastics- I know you loved it. And soccer and track and tennis and skiing and the piano. I’m so, so sorry- I was lazy. But you don’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

I’m sorry I didn’t use more of that cream on your scar or maybe I’m sorry I used as much as I did- because now, 10 years later, you’re still not comfortable with it and it puts a strain on a lot of your relationships. But know that you’ve grown to accept that it’s part of who you are and there is no “you” without that scar.

I’m sorry I hurt that boy you cared about so much once you finally got him. You’ll know who I’m talking about in 3 years. That is something I didn’t mean, that was a mistake.

On the topic of boys, I’m sorry I’ve talked to and done more with boys you would never have wanted me to talk to. But you’ll understand what it’s like to not use your brain. It’ll take a few years because you always use yours now and you won’t start actually drinking until junior year of college. But one day in 2009 and then again in 2011 and 2016, you’ll understand what it’s like to fall so quickly for someone you shouldn’t.

I’m sorry that I didn’t live up to everything you and everyone else knew I could be. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to buy dad a car yet and I didn’t get into Harvard Law and I don’t have a secret modeling career on the side. I’m also sorry that everyone else led you to believe you could do anything in the world and be amazing at it because sometimes that’s just not possible and it has nothing to do with you or how amazing you are.

I’m sorry you eventually forget most of your languages and stop trying to learn them but you pick up a little bit of a few new ones and you eventually make it out of the country. And sorry, but you hate it.

Lastly, I’m sorry your current crush gets married in college and I’m sorry your next crush won’t give you the time of day and I’m sorry your amazing SAT scores still weren’t enough for Columbia and I’m sorry that I didn’t try in high school because maybe if I did, they would have been. And I’m sorry you lose touch with your current best friends but it’s okay, really. And I’m sorry but no, the boys in high school don’t ever give you the attention you for some reason want but they’re all fat and bald now and you’re somehow even more pretty.

And I know it might not sound like it but you are so happy right now. You get that sister-like best friend you always wanted, you stay up until 5am laughing your ass off with friends and strangers more times than you can count, you still have abs, you get more boys than you know what to do with, you graduate the best college you could have chosen summa cum laude, you have neighbors that show up at your door with wine and ice cream (yes, seriously), you learn so many new games and expressions that you love, Grandma makes it to 100, Uncle Rich is still the coolest uncle around, and it takes 7 more years but you finally get your first puppy.

Oh but most of all, you haven’t lost sight of who you are. And you never, ever can. Shine bright, you crazy diamond. I love you and everything you become.
The elephant in the fandom

I spent most of my life denying who i was. I never gave myself the chance to experiment with feelings i was having because in my world i couldnt accept that i could like men and women at the same time. I, like so many others, lived their life in a religious right family whose go to reaction to most upsetting news was shouting.

Its only recently that i have started talking about it in my real life. I told my wife after we were married and had a kid. I told my best friend for years after being the one to tease his older brother of his sexuality in my teen years. I openly mocked a gay kid in high school, never to his face but to the same friends we all had.

I hated bisexuality and called it one foot out of the closet. More importantly i suffered from depression, anxiety, rage and antisocial tendencies becausr i could not admit to myself that i was attracted to men.

And let me get this out of the way, i love the way my life turned out. I dont regret anything. My family turned out much more accepting then i anticipated, my wife is very supportive and i have a beautiful baby girl.

It wasnt until i joined tumblr and found a community that celebrated people like me. And more importantly online content like critical role that featured strongly characterized characters of varying sexualities and gender identity. All these characters were unashamed of themselves and more importantly were definded beyond just that they were gay.

Gilmore as a successful merchant and powerful mage.

Kima as a short zelot warrior to the platinum dragon god

Allura as a nation leader and accomplished sage.

Not only that but main characters that are influential and powerful warriors in their own right.

This all enabled me, amoung other things, to be honest about myself.

And then comes Tary, problematically played by a straight actor. When he came out i was reserved? Ive alluded to it before so if you want the full thing find that post. I dont really want to get into that right now. What i am saying now is that even though it is problematic i like tary’s characterzation.

He isnt as over flamboyant as lets be honest gilmore can be sometimes and no one complains about. Sam filled a role that so many people wanted, an openly gay pc. Because no matter the jokes and enduendo representation matters to those people.

And you know who wasnt represented in that show until tary was revealed? People whose lifes have been affected negatively by homophobia. People that have lived their whole life believing the way they feel is wrong.

This fandom can get so toxic out of no where sometimes. Ive seen people shout for female represention and nit pick at everything keyleth does.

Tary’s coming out probably seems trite and over used because guess what, coming out isnt easy for most people. Family gets disowned and people get pressured by the ones they love to be who they arent and sometimes people need to be reassured that life gets better and not everyone is going to hate who you are.

Instead of hating matt and sam for the negatives look at the positives. Tary is smart and capable and every bit as indespencable as anyone else in the core group and that includes scanlan shorthalt.

Tl:dr i will defend my genius little science gay with every fiber of my being.

Love is Blind

Originally posted by eavensmusings

Scott Summers x Reader

Love is Blind

Prompt: For your soulmate au for Kurt I was wondering how Scott would be able to find his soulmate because he would never be able to look them directly in the eye, so I was thinking that maybe his soulmate’s power would be to briefly block people’s powers so one day Scott asks them to block his power so that he could see without his glasses again and after it happens they notice each other’s eyes.

Note: It has been forever since I’ve written for Scott, my smol son. I missed him. I missed everything on this blog tbh. I love you guys.

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 1013

Scott, from the moment he got it, hated his mutation. He hated the danger it put others in, he hated the lack of control he had over it, even after months of practice, but most of all, he hated that he couldn’t see his eyes.

Everyone else at the mansion had a pretty good chance of finding their soulmates. Mutants, more often than not, ended up with mutants. But no matter how bad he wanted to find his soulmate, he knew he couldn’t. Not without endangering everyone around.

Honestly, he just wanted to be able to see the world as it was, without the red hues that his glasses provided. Even if it was just for a little while.

You hated your powers for a completely different reason. Your mutation wasn’t so much a mutation as it was a lack of one. You had the ability to block the powers of others. It was helpful sometimes. Not as helpful as, say, being able to shoot lasers from your eyes or being able to teleport or being able to read minds and move things without touching them, but it was useful, you supposed, for defensive tactics.

The others called you Shield.

Now that you had been working with Charles and the other X-Men, you supposed your powers weren’t so bad. Months of work had shown that if you focused hard enough, you were able to create force-fields and other defensive measures to protect yourselves and the others in battle. Jean couldn’t get inside your head, and none of the others’ powers could affect you either.

Scott had liked you since the moment you arrived at the mansion. He took one look at you through the red lenses in front of his eyes and he knew that you weren’t just another student or another teammate. You were something more than that. He didn’t know, however, the extent to which the two of you were connected.

When he learned about your powers and what you could do, it only gave him more hope.

After training one day, Scott approached you.

“Hey there, Shield.”

“What’s up, Cyclops?” You teased. He smirked.

“You know I hate that name.”

“And you know I hate mine, so I guess we’re about even.”

“Fair enough.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “So I was wondering maybe…I want to go to the mall, and I kind of don’t want to wear my glasses- that didn’t come out right. What I’m trying to ask is-”

“You want me to block your powers for a few hours so you can go to the mall like a normal teenager.”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.”

“I can do it, but I’d have to go with you.” You told him. It didn’t seem to bother him. The opposite, in fact.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“All right, let me get changed out of this battle suit and then I’ll meet you in the main room?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

***

The drive to the mall was nice. The two of you had ‘borrowed’ one of the professor’s cars and were jamming out to the radio all the way there. It had been a while since either of you had found time to relax and just be teenagers. Being X-Men was important, but it didn’t exactly leave you a lot of free time.

You parked the car and the two of you stood in the parking lot.

“We should probably do it out here in case anything goes wrong.” You told him.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Scott nodded. He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and then took off his glasses, tucking them away in his pocket. You took both of his hands in your own and took a deep breath. Your power flowed into Scott, and he gasped as he felt the change. It was small, but it was there. “Can I-?”

“You can open your eyes, Scott.”

For the first time in months, when he opened his eyes, lasers didn’t erupt from his eye sockets. And in addition to that, the sky wasn’t purple. It was blue. He stared up at the cloudless blue for a few seconds longer. He had almost forgotten what it looked like.

Then, slowly, Scott brought his line of vision down…to you. He was scared of hurting you, but you squeezed his hands reassuringly. Nothing would happen so long as you were touching him.

Finally, your eyes met his. For the first time, you gazed into his mismatched eyes and your heart stopped. His left eye matched your right eye. And your left eye matched his right eye. The two of you stood there frozen, staring at the other’s eyes until they faded to matching.

“S-Scott.” You struggled to get your mouth to cooperate. “You’re…”

“I knew it.” His voice was quiet, disbelieving of what had just happened. “I knew it!”

“Oh my God,” you rushed into his arms. Scott held you tight, spinning you around like you were a princess in some fairytale and the two of you had just stumbled upon a happily ever after. You both laughed and cried happy tears from the overwhelming moment. Scott had been your soulmate all along.

The two of you stood there holding each other for a moment. Scott never wanted to let go of you. Somehow, holding you in his arms was the most satisfying feeling on the planet, and he felt like he would never get enough of it.

You pulled away to look at him for a few seconds, eyes scanning over his unobscured face. You brushed his cheek with your thumb, staring at his soft lips. He smiled and pulled you in, closing the space between you.

“Thank you,” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours. “For everything.”

“How about we go into the mall, soulmate?” You laughed through tears of joy. He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked into the building.