i hope these dreams can be realized

a cog in the machine pt. 1

pairing: reader x jimin, yoongi

genre: robot!jimin, assassin!au, mafia!au, angst, smut

word count: 6,954

warnings: depictions of violence, descriptive smut, mention of minor character death

A/N: thank you to @kenwayer27 for helping me develop the plot of this series. thank you to @gukvory for putting up with my constant teasers and torment.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

a cog in the machine:  a small or insignificant member of a larger organization or system

part 1 part 2

“Run!” you heard Hyunsik shout behind you as your feet gained momentum on the pavement. Yoongi was already several yards ahead of you, leading the way to safety. The three of you had been ambushed. Your targets now made you the target.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest as you tried to run as fast as you could, but you were stuck in place. There was no place for you to go. There was no place for you to hide as the sounds of their bullets started to ring through your ears.

“I told you to run!” he shouted again, angry that your feet hadn’t made any progress.

“I can’t move!” you shout as you turn around to face him.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs when you see the sight in front of you. Hyunsik is on his knees. Flowers grow from chest where the metal bullets made impact. He silently begs you to turn around, not wanting you to see the gardenia’s blooming. You let out a silent scream, no one able to hear your cries as you watch the petals of the white flowers spread open as they drain the light from his eyes.

Your eyes snapped open to a room full of darkness. You were dreaming. It was just a dream. You grabbed at your chest only to find that you weren’t dressed. Sitting up, you realized that you had fallen asleep in his bed. The clock on his bedside table read 4:30 in the morning. You had to be up in 30 minutes.

He doesn’t stir as you slip out of his bed, cursing yourself for breaking one of the most important rules between the two of you: never stay the night. Sleeping with your partner was already a very bad idea and neither of you wanted to deal with what could happen if either of you developed feelings. Emotional weakness could get either one of you killed.

And as your dream reminded you, you had already lost enough.

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BTS Reaction to you waking them up because of a nightmare


When Jin heard you open the door to his room, he started to panic, but when he heard you sniffling all the panic went away. He rolled over in his bed to see you standing there in your pink cow pajamas, with both of your hands playing with the hem of your shirt. “(Y/N) whats wrong? Are you OK? What do you need?” Jin asked as he sat on the edge of his bed inviting you over to sit. *OMG WAS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!!* Jin thought to himself. As you sat down you leaned onto his shoulder saying “I…I had…a nightmare…it..felt so…real…I….was scared…” You began crying into Jin’s shoulder as his face grew red. “Ca…can I stay here with you tonight?” You asked between sniffles. “Umm…sure if you want (Y/N)” Jin responded. You looked up at Jin to see his cute flushed face. You laid back as he laid next to you. You turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you Jin. This really means alot.” You said as you snuggled next to him as he smiled and pulled you closer.


Namjoon was just about to drift off to sleep when you knocked on his door. He got up and opened it to see you in a state of distress. You walked slowly into his arms and his brain began think *IM I IN A DREAM RIGHT NOW!!* He tentatively wrapped his arms around you and asked “Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N) Was is another bug on your ceiling?” He asked stepping back slightly to see your face. You looked up and giggled. “Well, no, but I had a bad dream and I was too scared to go back to sleep in my bed so i came to you. I was hoping that…well…you’d let me stay with you tonight?” You asked shyly while looking back down. “Of course you can (Y/N)!” Namjoon responded as he walked back to his bed and scooting over do there was enough room for you. Once you began walking over to him, he realized what was happening and began to blush as you climbed in bed next to him. “Well…ummm…do you want to read a book..or…magazine?” He asked instantly regretting his choice of words. *GOSH WHY AM I SO AWKWARD* “Can you read a book to me your voice is so soothing?” You asked and Namjoon happily agreed. Soon you were dozing off, when Namjoon’s voice stopped. You opened your eyes to see Namjoon had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful and cute. You kissed his cheek and fell asleep soon after.


This boy was so confused when you walked into his open door and knocked over a rather loud trash can that he didn’t even realize it was you. You walked closer to his bed and shook him slightly. He sat up and saw that it was you. “Ahhh (Y/N) whats going on…uhh.. are you OK?” Yoongi asked in a groggy voice and you sat down on the edge of his bed. “I had I terrible dream Yoongs…ummm…can I stay here tonight?” You asked as Yoongi sat up to look at you. He pinched himself to see if this was a dream. His crush, was in his room, asking to stay for the night. “Yoongi, are you OK. It’s fine if you don’t want me to. I was just wondering…” You said sadly getting up from his bed. He grabbed your wrist. “No. It’s fine. You can stay. Please” Yoongi said scooting over so that you could lay down. You got into his bed and pushed your back into his chest. He slowly draped an arm around your waist as you two drifted of to sleep together.


Hoseok was lying up in bed when he heard footsteps coming to his door. He though that Yoongi was sleep walking again but when the footsteps stopped at his door and he heard a knock he became curious. He stood up waering nothing but his sweats and went to the door. When he opened it he was met with you in you pajama shorts and tank top, with a face full of tears. Before he could stop himself he brouhjt you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. This then had Hoseok thinking to himself. *WHY DID I DO THAT! AM I DREAMING! I MUST BE DREAMING! WELL ITS TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW!* “It’s OK (Y/N). It’s all OK now. Hobi is here. Are you OK? What happened?” Hoseok said after collecting his thoughts bringing you to sit on his futon bed. “I…I had a bad dream…” You sniffled out. “Well if you want (Y/N) you can stay here…” Hoseok said trailing off. You looked him in the eyes making him blush. “Thank you so much Hobi!” You said kissing his cheek. You then laid down and laid your legs across his lap as he draped an arm over your legs. You two soon fell asleep together.

(You are Yoongi)


Jimin was about to lay down when he looked out of his door to see you running towards him. He barley had enough time to open his arms when you ran into his chest. He noticed that you were crying, so he pulled back and asked what was wrong. “I had the worst dream Jimin! I was so scared!” You said. “Well lets go sit down (Y/N)” Jimin said as he began to blush and panic because you his crush were in his room in the middle of the night. As you two sat down you asked “Jimin is it OK if I sleep here tonight?” Jimin was drawn aback by your request but happily obliged. As you laid down and Jimin went to go lay down on his rooms couch you grabbed his wrist. “Please stay with me. You make me feel safe.” You pleaded with him. “Umm…uhhh…OK (Y/N).” Jimin responded. As he got in bed with you you scooted closer to him. “Thank you Jimin.” You said as you kissed his cheek, sending him blushing like crazy.


Taehyung was staying up late playing video games when his bedroom door burst open and he saw you sating there like you had seen a ghost. “Oh my gosh (Y/N) what’s wrong? What happened?” Taehyung questioned as you came and crawled in bed. *IS..IS… THIS REALLY HAPPENING!* Taehyung thought to himself. “I had a scary dream Tae. I didn’t want to stay in my room by myself,so I came to you. Also…if…its not to much to ask can…uh…I…stay here tonight?” Taehyung heard this and felt like he was on cloud nine. You were going to stay with him for the night. “Of course (Y/N)!” He said as he laid down with you. You two laid facing each other, and Taehyung saw that you were still unsettled from your dream, so he began to make faces at you through the covers. This made you giggle as you brought your self closer to Taehyung and rested your forehead against his and drifted off to sleep.


This little bun would be exhausted from practicing all day, but when you texted him that you were coming to talk he was wide awake. He sat up in his bed thinking of everything that could be coming his way. *WHAT IF SHE YELLS AT ME FOR NOT HELPING MORE WITH CHORES. WHAT IF SHE KNOWS. OHH ILL KILL HOSEOK WHEN I SEE HIM FOR TELLING HER.* Jungkook thought to himself as you walked into his room and sat on the end of his bed. You didn’t seems like your usual cheery self, in fact you didn’t say anything. Jungkook took this as a cue to comfort you by placing his hand on yours and giving a little squeeze. When you  didn’t look up he made a silly face and squeezed again. You looked up this time and giggled at his face as he too began to laugh. “There’s my happy girl.” Jungkook said. “Can I stay here with you tonight Kookie?” You asked looking into his eyes. He began blushing which you thought was the cutest thing ever and agreed. You both laid down and you placed a light kiss on his cheek as he smiled once again and pulled you closer.


Reasons Jacob Kowalski is Amazing

WARNING Contains Fantastic Beasts Spoilers!!!

Ok, so am I the only person who thinks Newt is utterly adorable, BUT actually likes Jacob Kowalski better in pretty much every way?

1) Jacob is the first really positive Muggle/No-Maj character we’ve had in the Potterverse, and I didn’t even realize that was missing, much less how desperately I needed it, until I saw Fantastic Beasts. I mean:

-Vernon and Petunia Dursley are portrayed as boring, stupid, unattractive, bigoted, and abusive.
-Dudley is better than his parents by the end of the series, but his scenes at the beginning (where he’s a nasty, ignorant bully) are pretty frequent, and once he starts growing as a person, he’s less integral to the plot, so we don’t see much of him acting decent.
-Piers (Dudley’s friend) is described as looking scrawny and rodent-like, and from what we see of his personality, he’s selfish, cruel, and cowardly.
-Tom Riddle Sr. abandoned his wife and unborn child when he discovered his wife was a witch.
-Hermione’s parents seem nice enough, but are barely featured at all.
-Filch, while not a Muggle, is a Squib, so he also doesn’t have magic. He is described as ugly, vindictive, and cruel.
-Mrs. Figg, also a Squib, is definitely a well-meaning person, but she’s portrayed as a little loopy, the stereotypical “crazy cat lady.” 

Meanwhile, Jacob is a central character who is sympathetic, kind, multi-faceted, funny, interesting, creative, has unique hopes and dreams, and his—not Newt’s—is the big romantic relationship in the film.

I was talking to someone about this—how the Potterverse was practically starved for positive Muggle characters before Fantastic Beasts—and they pointed out how most of the audience is (presumably) made up of Muggles, so having a non-magical character we can relate to is pretty important. I started thinking about that, and I realized it’s kinda true. A lot of Potterheads consider ourselves witches and wizards, and by default any non-fan—especially one who is dense or disrespectful—is a “Muggle.” I thought about how devastated I was when I didn’t get my Hogwarts letter at age 11, and now I wonder how much less upset I would have been if we’d had a Jacob Kowalski in the series from the get-go.

2) The way he reacts to magic. Ok, so he freaks out at first, but who wouldn’t? I love how quickly he accepts magic, and how he reacts to all magic he sees after that… like, he just sort of goes, “Oh, that’s a thing? Oh hey, that’s just great!” Like, magic obviously makes him really, really happy, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time goggling over stuff like Harry did at first. He just lets it all roll over him. He never takes it for granted, like the Weasleys or other people who grew up surrounded by it, but after the initial shock, he just accepts that all this wonderful stuff exists and immediately takes advantage of all the little practical ways it can improve his life (self-stirring cocoa, magic strudel, et cetera). He’s so open to trying everything new. No hesitation. Even with stuff that seems scary like some of Newt’s creatures, he’s just like, “Oh, this huge tentacled creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare wants me to pet it, sure, I guess that’s cool.” I just adore how accepting and open he is about this whole world of crazy stuff he never knew existed.

3) He’s ridiculously handsome, honestly. As a bigger person myself, I love love love seeing physically attractive heavyset characters. Like, I wouldn’t kick Newt out of bed either (what sane person would?), but my Fantastic Beasts crush is definitely Kowalski. He’s dapper as fuck, with the hair and the mustache and the suit; his smile is like sunlight, and his eyes are so friggin’ gorgeous I can’t even start. He’s simultaneously adorable and sexy, and like, seeing a character like that makes me so much more confident about my own body. 

4) The relationship between Jacob and Queenie. Not only is it super adorable, but please note how unusual it is for mainstream films. In most big Hollywood movies, it would go like this: “Tina and Queenie both crush on Newt (who is the leading man, the “hero” type, and the more generically “attractive” male) and get into a sort of contest about who can impress him more. Jacob likes Queenie right away, but stays out of her way because he wants her to be happy and figures he doesn’t deserve her. Near the end, Queenie finally accepts that Tina and Newt belong together, and then realizes that Jacob has been there for her the whole time,” yada yada. But no. Queenie sees Jacob and there’s this instant spark. You can see her eyes light up a bit the minute they meet. There’s never a moment where she’s like, “You’re a really sweet guy, but…” It’s not necessarily “love at first sight,” but there’s definitely “strong mutual attraction and some serious sexual chemistry at first sight.”

5) The bromance with Newt is almost as adorable as the flirtation with Queenie. It’s so wonderful to see two male characters deeply care for one another, and even show unashamed physical affection, without them being portrayed as gay.* Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with gay characters (obviously) and generally I’m all for more queer representation in film, but it bothers me that apparently “straight men can’t have strong emotional bonds.” It has a lot to do with toxic masculinity: men can’t show affection towards one another unless they’re gay (i.e. unless they’re “girly”), because having emotions is a “female thing.”

*I know that Kowalski x Newt is a semi-popular ship, but I don’t think there’s a lot of canonical evidence for it, and given that we know Newt eventually marries Tina, and Jacob and Queenie have mad chemistry going on, it feels pretty OOC to me.

6) His dreams of opening a bakery. I can deeply relate to having a dream career that seems unachievable for financial reasons, but you still strive for it, because there’s nothing you love doing half as much, and it feels like you’re just meant to do it. And I love how this guy who seems really generically masculine at first glance has a passion for something as “feminine” as baking. Plus, though I’d never really considered baking as an art form before, it obviously is to him. He clearly doesn’t think of himself as a creative type—“I ain’t got the brains to make this up”—but he couldn’t be more wrong. What he does with all the fantastic creatures made of pastry at the end proves it. Yeah, he didn’t make up Nifflers and Bowtruckles and such, but having a vision of something in your head isn’t the same as bringing it to life, in 3D, in such a unique (and temporary!) medium. Newt may have shown him the creatures he modeled them off, but the whimsical charm each little pastry has is all Jacob’s own.

Also, I adore why he wants to be a baker—he wants to make people happy, in whatever small way he can, and that’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a more perfect reason to follow a dream than to bring charm and joy to a grey world.

7) Pretty much everything else about him, period, because this man is overall incredible and perfect.


Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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anonymous asked:

I'd love some angst with happy ending for Bellarke: "we have a kid that you don't know about, oh shit....we meet again and that's your son".

thanks for the prompt, nonny! i hope it delivers on the angst, it’s not my usual MO (the happy ending definitely is though)


“Latte for Bellamy.”

Clarke’s head snaps up embarrassingly quickly. It’s not a common name, Bellamy, and while there’s every chance in the world it isn’t him, she can’t bring herself to believe it won’t be.

And then, of course, it is him. A little bit neater than when they were in high school, a little bit less cocky swagger and more genuine self-confidence in the way he carries himself, but it’s undeniably Bellamy Blake. Her– She doesn’t even know where to begin explaining who he is to her.

She’s staring, her own coffee cup hovering halfway to her mouth, and when he turns around his gaze is drawn to hers like a magnet. Like it always used to be.

He freezes.

And then a grin overtakes his face, brighter than anything she’s ever seen, and wow he grew up well.


She’s out of her seat and wrapped up in his arms before she even registers moving, but he’s clutching her tightly, firm and warm and solid and here.

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Years ago, my grandmother asked me to call her friend’s grandson. ‘I want you to give him some words of encouragement,’ she said. “He wants to be a rapper.’ She gave me his number, and I left him a message. I told him to keep following his dreams. Then I forgot all about it.
Years later, my teenage daughter played me a new mixtape she loved from an artist named Chance the Rapper. There was something unique and soulful about it—I could tell he really knew hip-hop. And when I first met him, I realized that he knew me too. 'You won’t remember this,” he said, 'but you called me when I was a kid.’

Chance upends expectations about what artists, ­especially hip-hop artists, can do. He streams his albums instead of selling them. He makes music from an unapologetically inspiring and Christian perspective—music that transcends age, race and gender. He gives back to his Chicago community. And he does it all as an independent artist, without the support of a label.

I’m glad Chance followed his dreams. I hope he always does.
—  Common on Chance the Rapper for Time Magazine’s Most Influential People, 2017, (x)
free will vs. fate

here’s a quick entry for klanceweek prompt #1: free will vs. fate

i may put these on ao3 if enough people enjoy them but, for now, you can also find them on twitter!

“I can’t do this anymore,” Keith murmurs.

The room is heavy with exhaustion, with the weight of responsibilities. Slouched next to him on the couch, Lance glances at Keith out of the corner of his eye. The words are tired—Keith is tired.

Lance lets his eyes flutter shut. Another mission, another near disaster. Without Shiro at the helm, the team doesn’t function quite as well as it used to. Keith takes more risks than Shiro had, which occasionally works to their advantage. Today, though, is one of the many times it didn’t.

“It isn’t your fault, dude,” Lance sighs. He has yet to remove his armor, and the material feels heavier than ever. “Besides, we all made it out alive. That’s something, right?”

“Aren’t you the person who’s supposed to give me shit for this?”

“You make a good point…” Lance taps his chin, lips pursed. “If you need me to, I can. You don’t have to twist my arm. Actually, please don’t. My right arm hurts like a bitch from where that one meathead Galra pushed me down.”

Keith snorts and leans his head back, exposing the long curve of his neck. A moment of silence settles between them before Keith speaks again. “I’m being serious, though. Leading the team… I’m not cut out for it.”

Lance cycles through a few different responses. Since Shiro vanished, Lance has heard the other paladins offer Keith varying advice. Hunk urging Keith to keep trying, Pidge admonishing him for his disregard for her family, Allura dissecting each of his plans, Coran insisting he’s the best for the job. And Lance… he doesn’t know how to handle the situation. How does he feel about Keith as their leader?

“You didn’t choose this,” Lance starts, carefully considering his approach. “Did you?”

“I guess not. Shiro always said I should take his place if something happened to him.”

“But you didn’t choose to be the big bad leader of your own freewill. You know what I mean?”


“It isn’t like you’ve been gunning for the position or anything. You took charge because a really close friend wanted you to.” Lance pauses. “I mean, you love Red, right? I know how close Blue and I are. Bonding with another lion after everything you put into bonding with Red—it can’t be easy.”

To his surprise, the corners of Keith’s lips twist into a smile. It reminds Lance of something and, for a moment, he can’t quite put his finger on what it is. But then he remembers. A shaky image, on the fringes of his memory, of Keith regarding him with a soft smile, their fingers interlocked.

The bonding moment, Lance recalls with a start.

“I miss Red so much,” Keith whispers. His voice is strained with longing, and it tugs at something inside Lance’s chest. “But I… I’m the only one who can pilot the black lion.”

An idea strikes Lance, and, okay, maybe it’s stupid. But Lance finds himself blurting, “I can help you.”

Idiot, idiot, what the hell. Lance’s subconscious is screaming at him, and he kindly tells it to leave him alone, geez. Why did he say that? This is Keith; he doesn’t need Lance’s help. Allura would make a much better right-hand man—woman—than him.

“Really?” Keith prompts.

“Uh—I? Yes?”

Lance expects disgust or laughter or, hell, even annoyance. To think someone as useless as Lance would volunteer himself for such an important role is ridiculous.

“That…” Keith trails off and Lance braces himself for impact. “Would be… amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have even brought it u—wait. What’d you just say?” Lance swears his soul leaves his body. “Did you? What?

“I could really use some help,” Keith explains. There’s a weariness in his voice, and Lance realizes, with everything that’s happened recently, Keith has been hit the hardest. “I didn’t expect you to offer but… I kind of hoped you would.”

Lance must be dreaming. This Keith can’t possibly be the real Keith.

“Me?” Lance squeaks, disbelieving.

“You’re the best for the job…”

Holy shit, Keith is blushing.

“I don’t know about that,” Lance scoffs, scratching the back of his neck. He might be blushing, too. Ugh. “I’m just… you know. Me.”

“Exactly.” Keith’s eyes narrow to angry little slits, almost like he’s offended.

“Keith, my dude, my main man…”

“You can do it.” Slowly, Keith’s smile morphs into a smirk, much like before a practice spar. A wicked glint dances behind his eyes, and Lance feels like he’s going to explode. “Isn’t that right, Sharpshooter?”

anonymous asked:

teen pregnancy bughead??

Okay, here we go! This is slightly AU, I feel like this is at least 6 months after they started dating, possibly to a year. I hope you enjoy.

Teenage Pregnancy

Betty wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, flushed the toilet, and left the stall.

Veronica waited outside with a bottle of water for her. She was looking at her pointedly.

“What?” Betty demanded.

“You know what.”

Betty took a swig of water and spat it into the sink. She accepted the piece of gum Veronica handed her, then washed her hands.

“No, I don’t.” 

“B, that’s the third day in a row you’ve been sick.”

“So?” Betty took a small sip of water, praying she’d keep it down.

Veronica took a glance under the rest of the stalls, checking for feet. After assuring they were alone, she took a deep breath. “Are you pregnant?” She asked.

“Oh my god.” Betty’s face blanched. “No. No, I can’t be. We’ve been safe.”

“Safe in what way?” Veronica murmured.

“Condoms,” Betty blushed.

“Well, those are only 98% effective, my love. When was your last period?”

“Like, a month and a half ago.. two months ago, maybe. I’m not exactly regular, though, Ronnie. I’m not pregnant, I just have a bug.”

Veronica nodded. “Okay, B. Off to lunch, then?”

Betty nodded, shoved the bottle of water in her bag and followed Veronica out the door.

They sat down opposite Archie, Jughead and Kevin.

Veronica bit into the apple on her plate first, immediately joining a conversation between Archie and Kevin about music.

Jughead was stuffing his face with french fries, nodding along.

Betty scooped a plate of potato salad into her mouth. She spat it into a napkin, gagging. 

Veronica looked at her quickly, raising an eyebrow. 

Betty took a few gulps of water, hoping to ease her queasy stomach. 

Betty took out her phone, texting Veronica. Will you go to the pharmacy with me?

Now? She got back a second later.

Now. Please. Betty typed back hurriedly.

Veronica stood up first, placing her apple back on her tray. 

“Where are you going?” Kevin asked lightly. “You just sat down.”

“Girl problems.” Veronica said. 

Maybe it was the fact that it was only three guys at the table, but they didn’t ask questions.

Betty’s face was bright crimson. She stood and walked with Veronica past the packed tables, through the grass, off campus.

“I’m scared, V.” Betty murmured as they pulled open the door of the pharmacy.

“Just breathe. I’ll buy it, don’t worry.” She said as if reading Betty’s thoughts.

They made their way through the aisles, Veronica walking slightly in front of Betty, as if to guard her. She grabbed a two-pack of pregnancy tests and a small bottle of anti-nausea pills, then made their way to the front of the store.

Veronica paid, cocking her eyebrow at the cashier, daring her to make a comment.

The two girls made their way out of the store, Betty holding onto Veronica’s arm. 

“What if I am?” Betty murmured.

“If you am, you am.”

“This is not the time for Sex and the City references.” Betty muttered.

“Sorry. We’ll figure it out, Bets. You gotta take the test first.”


“Mm?” Veronica said, patting Betty’s arm.

“Thank you.”

Veronica squeezed Betty’s hand, continuing the walk in silence.

Since they skipped the last few classes of the day, the Cooper residence was empty.

They walked up the stairs, Veronica passing the bag to Betty. They headed directly to the bathroom.

Veronica stopped at the door.

“What are you doing?” Betty asked, knitting her eyebrows together. 


“Come in with me.” Betty urged.

“You sure?” Veronica asked.

“Yes,” Betty started, her hands shaking as she started to open the box. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I’ve never taken a pregnancy test, either, Betty.”

“Read me the back?” Betty said, taking both tests out of the box, handing Veronica the packaging.

She set one test on the ground, keeping the other in her hand as she sat on the toilet, lid down.

“Okay,” Betty breathed. “Okay.” Betty stood, lifted the lid, dropped her pants and sat back down.

“So, hold the white tip under your… stream for at least 5 seconds.That’s basically it. Wait three minutes, then we’ll see.” 

Betty tore open the package, hands shaking. “Can you turn on the tap?” She basically whispered.

Veronica nodded and turned on the tap. She stayed turned towards the mirror to give Betty a little privacy.

“Do you want to take the other one now, too? A little reassurance?” 

“Might as well,” Betty answered shakily. 

Veronica handed the other test to Betty, then turned back around.

“Okay,” Betty whispered after a moment. She stood up, then placed both tests against the sink.

“Three minutes starts now,” Veronica whispered, setting a timer on her phone.

Betty washed her hands. “Veronica I’m going to go crazy, distract me.”

Veronica grabbed Betty’s hand, leading her out of the bathroom. She sat her down on the bed in Betty’s room. “Tell me what you like about Jughead.” 

“What?” Betty said, dumbfounded. 

“You like him, right?”

“Of course I like him,” Betty blushed. “I love him.”

Veronica smiled. “Well, what do you love about him?”

“Where do I start, V? I love the way he treats me. Like there’s nobody else in the room. Like I’m a princess.” Betty looked up, smiling. “I love that no matter what hand he’s dealt in life, he’s kind. He gives people the benefit of the doubt. He’s got these hopes and dreams that.. that for someone else, they might seem so far away. But he’s going to make his dreams come true, V. He’s so smart. He’s so witty.”

“What else?” Veronica asked.

“The way he smells.” Betty laughed. “Is that weird? I love the way he smells. I sleep in his tshirt as often as I can because it feels like home. He knows things about me that I didn’t realize I wanted someone to know. Does that make sense? I guess it’s just because he pays attention, but it feels like… so heart warming. It makes me happy that he pays attention, that I never had to tell him these things. He knows how I like my coffee, and how I like my tea, and when I want which. He knows my favorite movie - both of them. The favorite movie I tell people is my favorite, the favorite that is actually my favorite.”

Veronica laughed.

“He knows my favorite ice cream, my favorite toppings. When I need him to make me laugh or if he shouldn’t say anything at all, and just be my shoulder to cry on. He knows I’d rather have a forehead kiss than a hug, because forehead kisses calm me down.”

Veronica had tears pricking her eyes.

“I love that he’s tall enough for me to hear his heartbeat when I hug him. I love that he references books and movies that most guys our age haven’t even heard of. I just… I love that-” Betty was cut off my Veronica’s alarm.

“It’s time, Betty.”

“That was a good distraction tactic.” Betty murmured. She slid off her bed, grabbing Veronica’s hand.

They walked slowly to the bathroom, Betty’s palms sweating.

“You have to look, I can’t do it.” Betty murmured as they entered the room.

Veronica nodded. “Either way, it’s going to be okay. I promise.” She said before picking up the tests.

“Okay,” She breathed.

Veronica picked up one test, set it back down, then picked up the other to see if it had the same result.

She set that one down, too.


“It’s positive, Betty. You’re pregnant.”

Betty dropped onto the bathroom floor. “Shit,” She whispered. 

Determined to Fall In Love

This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But today was different.

 'Fall in love!’ - The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.

 Although my morning rituals were unchanged, (making tea, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed. 

My shower for example:  today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music. 

My day continued as such, with each previously mundane situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black tea, noticing the perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat, warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence of the leaves. I fell in love with my tea.

 That afternoon I took my daily walk on the Santa Fe Trail – one of my favorite places. Every day the trail changes, (the insects, the vegetation, the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I can connect. 

Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green grass it stopped moving completely. 

I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost in thought. Where will it go from here?  When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon. Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose?  With complete trust, this creature will seal itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts this little creature provoked.

 I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or not. I fell in love with it. 

More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out, the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart, the feeling of gratitude. 

I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.

 Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be acknowledged. 

By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually prohibited myself from flying. 

As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed the day as I drifted off to sleep.

#lovelivelearn #pureintentions #monkeyvelvet


This whole moment is so powerful and important on so many different levels! When her mother suggest that BS marries Min Hyuk, BS doesn’t use her usual excuse that he is gay nor does she say that there is no chance of anything happening between them. That’s a huge change from her previous reactions.

This is another proof that love is about timing because while GD has after all these years finally realized his feelings for BS, she on the other hand has finally accepted that all the hopes and dreams she had about a future with him won’t ever come true. Here and later on the riverbank, she is saying her goodbye to him and by doing that she can finally let go and move on with her life.

“You mean…that if I marry you…I’m not saying I’ll marry you. If you marry someone and have a daughter, would she be like you?”

However, what’s the most poignant thing of all, is that this is the moment when Bong Soon for the first time in her life actually likes the idea of HAVING A DAUGHTER THAT WOULD BE LIKE HER. The main reason why she previously hated it was because she didn’t want her to go through the same problems and difficulties she had to. It’s clear that such a change couldn’t have happened overnight, but it’s been a slow and gradual process; and it’s no coincidence that it culminates in this very moment which directly folllows her bus ride with Min Hyuk - IF THERE IS SOMEONE WHO THINKS SHE IS AN ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN, PERHAPS IT WOULDN’T BE SO BAD TO BE LIKE DO BONG SOON. It all began when she met Min Hyuk who knows everything about her and he has still treated her like a normal person and her strength as something amazing. He didn’t make BS love herself, because she already was comfortable in her own skin; HE’S SIMPLY SHOWED HER HOW EXTRAORDINARY, BRILLIANT AND AWESOME SHE IS AND TAUGHT HER HOW TO TRULY CONTROL HER POWER, MAKING IT TRULY HER OWN.

Song of Shadow

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG - 13

Warning: Sudden attack, mention of death

Word Count: 1,207

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

The night riders do not understand the plight of humans. 

They’re born of chaos, crafted from dreams of immortals. They know nothing of the bright, burning light of humanity, nor do they wish to. Their only concern is the endless movement of the sky, that eternal duty to which they’re chained.

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A dream is a wish your heart makes - Bucky x Reader - ONESHOT

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ While writing on two series, I actually really had the urge of writing some oneshots again, so I decided to finally write some of the request getting dusty in my inbox. I hope you enjoy! ♥

Request - “Can you please write something where the reader didn’t sleep very well and she tells the avengers about a legend where if you can’t sleep that means someone is dreaming about you, and Bucky stops doing whatever he’s doing and realizes he was dreaming about the reader?“

Words - 719

Warnings - Fluffy goodness

Originally posted by buchanstan


„Good morning, Y/N. You’re looking awful.“

„Thanks, Nat“, you roll your eyes, joining her on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile Sam is getting a coffee and some cornflakes, sitting down next to you.

„Didn’t sleep well, huh?“, Sam asks, poking your side.

You sigh, rubbing your face.

„I wish I would’ve slept at all.“

In this moment Bucky walks around the corner, joining the early birds in the kitchen.

„Oh, good morning, Bucky“, you smile widely, which he returns with a not so wide, but definetly visible smile.

„Morning, doll.“

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Alright friends, this is my last post on this blog (for now at least)

Takeaways from my time here:

- you all are the loveliest fandom there ever was
- this fandom hands down has THE best artists and writers
- there are more compassionate and kind people in this space than there are trolls and that shines through so much
- the creativity in general is just… astounding. Truly.

The legacies I hope to leave behind:

- Maybe it’s my ego talking but let it be remembered that I started Sin Night
- “Tarquin always knows”
- The legendary Jean-Ralphio as Rhys post… I beg of you friends, never let that die
- The Renan Pacheco as Cassian fancast
- The Illyrian boyband post that never seemed to end
- And of course we can’t forget the Daddy Gavriel choking kink… you’re welcome

My blog will remain up even though I’m departing, so here are the main tags I’ve organized my content in for you guys to peruse:

- “my writing”
- “prompt writing”
- “sin night” (you also have subcategories in Sin Night with characters and ships, but also “Tarquin always knows,” “oh look another threesome,” “have an orgy,” “daddy gavriel,” and “commander cassian.” Sin Night tags are the most organized and there’s a LOT of them. Enjoy.)
- “fuckyeahazriel replies”
- “discussion time”
- “get some moe wisdom”
- “to read again” (some of my favorite fanfiction)
- “saved” (some of my favorite fanart)

Parting words:

To my 1,343 followers, you all are so very lovely. I’ve enjoyed every moment here and have been genuinely moved at the consistent support you guys have shown of my content.

It’s my hope that every one of you finds your own Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Rowan, Aelin, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Manon, Dorian, or WHOEVER it is that will support you and uplift you and help you realize your true strength.

But beyond that, I hope that you yourself become that hero you relate to so much. Every character we love in this fandom has suffered pain and so have you. And just like them, you can overcome. You can grow stronger. You can see your own astounding beauty. You can help uplift others in the process.

So keep creating, keep working hard, keep dreaming, and keep being. And love relentlessly all the while.

You are all so lovely and I will miss you. But always remember I am rooting for you, friend.

And who knows. Perhaps I’ll pop by again on May 2nd. 😉.

From the Dining Table

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Recently I’ve realized how extremely overlooked From the Dining Table actually is, and it’s been on my mind all day. So here’s a little short on this lovely piece, hope I did it some sort of justice! My other writing can be found here, be sure to tell me what you think! x

p.s. the gif doesn’t belong to me, all rights go to the original owner. 

He swore he saw you in a dream that night, the night he fell asleep to the sound of your voice in his ear, right there next to him. You looked so awfully angelic, some sort of heavenly aura erupting from within that no other could possibly rival. You barely spoke to him, though he’d been begging you to just tell him something to make up for all the lost time in the past few months that he hadn’t seen your face. His anxiety swam about the pools of tears in his eyes as all you said to him was, “Jus’ want you to be happy, Harry.” 

You’d said the same thing right before you walked out of his hotel room with your carry-on and a one-way ticket home in your hands that cold January night, his Harley tee still on your body as he insisted you keep it. It looked better on you anyway, he decided, the moment he saw you wearing it one early Summer morning whilst making breakfast in the kitchen. 

And he couldn’t quite comprehend why he felt so alone despite the beautiful girl lying across his chest rambling on about how good last night was. Any remnants of you in this girl seemed to wash away as he took a look at her face. How did he ever think she looked just like you? Too many Malibu Bay Breezes in one night seemed to blur his memory of you, just long enough for him to morph your image into this girl’s figure and fall between the sheets with her. She couldn’t be you, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the crippling feeling that tugged at his heart. He remembered the way she ordered water at the bar instead of your usual Mojito because it was the only drink with zero calories and how her hand didn’t hesitate to creep up his thigh. She wasn’t you. 

The girl had gone by daybreak after he’d realized how disgusting he felt, lying there with some stranger that he felt no connection to whatsoever. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the same guy who sent flowers to your dorm whilst you were in the midst of finals week to egg you on, or the same guy who promised that you would always be his priority. He couldn’t possibly be. It was a couple shot glasses of the best liquor in the hotel minibar later that he decided that he’d lost such a big part of himself that he wouldn’t ever get back. 

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thespellweaver  asked:

Um... can I request Aqua hugging a dream Eater (my favorite is the dragon one)

used gert and old lace as a refference

had to get my 3DS to get a proper reference for the ryu dragon XD Hope you like it!

Public Scenes

@mizjoely gave me the prompt:

22. I don’t know why I married you. 23. Have you ever lied to me? 24. If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away. 25. Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?  Any of them or a combo - my additional challenge is to use the same prompt(s) for Warstan and Sherlolly?                                           

I did the Warstan.  Now here’s the Sherlolly.  Incidentally for the rest of you guys waiting on your prompts, I see you. These ones just took forever.

He was walking but not running because running would make him look suspicious to the cranky gunmen watching him.  Then Molly Hooper appeared on the horizon like a glimmering beacon of… like a thirtysomething woman who was reliably helpful and had a store of useful medical knowledge, and nothing else.

Sherlock needed reliable helpfulness at the moment, so he dipped his head down to her ear and whispered, “Molly, I apologize, but I need to make a very dramatic scene here and so I’m afraid I will have to-”

The slap made his ears ring.  And Sherlock had to admire the intensity with which Molly screeched, “You… filth.  I don’t know why I married you. I could deal with the boozing and the gambling but now… the whores?  Rot in hell, you bastard.  Rot…in… hell.”

She was wasted in pathology if this was a sample of her acting talents.  It hadn’t been Sherlock’s plan, but it worked. They were able to walk easily out of the shopping center, her haranguing him all the way, him glum and hangdog and just incidentally carrying a stolen microfilm cartridge whose contents would send three members of Parliament to prison.

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Do I have to change my name? will it get me far? should I lose some weight? am I gonna be a star? I’m drinkin’ a soy latte I get a double shot it goes right through my body and you know I’m satisfied I drive my mini cooper and I’m feeling super-duper yo they tell me I’m a trooper and you know I’m satisfied I do yoga and pilates and the room is full of hotties so I’m checking out their bodies and you know I’m satisfied I’m diggin’ on the isotopes this metaphysics shit is dope and if all this can give me hope you know I’m satisfied I got a lawyer and a manager an agent and a chef three nannies, an assistant and a driver and a jet a trainer and a butler and a bodyguard or five a gardener and a stylist do you think I’m satisfied I’d like to express my extreme point of view I’m not Christian and I’m not a Jew I’m just living out the American dream and I just realized that nothing Is what it seems 

How Would You Like It?

A short Snowbaz fic [that strted off being] based on the song by How Would You Like It, By Lauren Aquilina

Song here
Dodie Clark cover here

Words: 2.4K

Pairings: Baz Pitch/ Simon Snow

Angst (not really but kind of)/ Fluff


            I trudged back to my room, defeated. Snow went off, again, and I looked like a complete fool, again. It started as harmless teasing, he sat next to me in potions, but not at the same table, so we weren’t partners, and he couldn’t get the potion right. Of course, it was my job as his ‘nemesis’ to make a joke out of his failure, because that’s what third-year Baz would’ve done, been relentless and careless. It was all normal, Snow’s face grew red, and his hand was by his waist—ready to hold his sword—it was just like every other petty argument we had. By this point, the entire class had their eyes on us, ready to see every little detail, so they could have the best gossip, the only thing that was different than usual was the absolute anger in Snow’s eyes, he was pissed, and it wasn’t just because of me.

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Just a Dream (poem)

There’s a place I visit in my dreams,

Though it isn’t as joyful as it seems.

I’m queen in this unforgiving place,

My king, I’m sure, thinks I’m just a pretty face.

In this land of imagination,

All I want is an explanation.

I’ve been here for countless years,

Every night my eyes full of tears.

Why cant he set my mind free?

Why did he even choose me?

I’m caught in this world of pain’

What can he possibly hope to gain?

All I want is for my mind to awaken,

If he thought I was his toy, then he was sadly mistaken.

And as I stand on the cliffs edge, ready to go,

He appears, his teary eyes screaming no!

But its to late, I jump and I fall,

I realize this wasn’t a dream at all…