i mean they hung out all the time

(Archie Andrews x Reader): You’re such a cliche

Summary: Archie and Reader (a cheerleader) develop feels and eventually a relationship, the only problem is that the reader doesn’t want it to get out.

A/N: (apologies for spelling and grammar) This is a different style from what I normally do so I hope you enjoy it :)


 It had all started after an away football game. (Y/N) had been sitting at the front of the bus like she usually did (she claimed she got carsick; she was really just trying to avoid most of the other cheerleaders so she could read in peace) and Archie sat down next to her.

“Is this seat taken?” Archie asked, causing (Y/N) to look up from her book.

“I guess not,” You mumbled, a little annoyed to be distracted since you were just getting wrapped up in the story.

“Sorry, there’s no other seats, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you, you seem pretty pulled into that book.” He explains, looking a bit nervous.

You take pity on him, “That’s okay, I just usually sit up here to take a break from the girls, I love them but sometimes they’re a little too much.” You admit.

Archie nods, “I totally get that, I have the same thing with a lot of the guys on the team, that’s why it helps to have good friends who aren’t only thinking about football.”

You shrug, not wanting to admit that you don’t really have any good friends, just the other cheerleaders.

“So what are you reading?” Archie asked.

And that’s how it all started. The two spent the whole ride back to Riverdale talking about everything from books to music to politics.

After that the two found each other more and more often, they started partnering up in the classes they shared and Archie made it a habit to always sit next to (Y/N) on the bus to and from away games. Any time anyone asked if they were dating they would both scoff and reject the idea, both convinced that the other one didn’t feel the same way.

You were at a party, you hated parties, the music was always too loud, it was too hot, and everyone around you was too drunk. Cheryl was hanging on to you, her arm around your shoulders, “Isn’t she so tacky?” She asked you, her words slurring together.

“Who?” You asked dumbly, realizing you’d zoned out of the conversation.

“Veronica, of course” Cheryl sighed, “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Anyway, I think she’s probably had work done, I mean…”

You nodded along as Cheryl droned on, not noticing Archie standing nearby watching you.

Eventually you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and carefully pried Cheryl’s arm off of you. When you got up to the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, wondering how you’d gotten yourself in this situation. After washing your face quickly you opened the door only to stumble into Archie.

“Oh, hey!” You say cheerfully, putting on the facade you’d perfected in recent years.

“Why do you act that way when you’re around the other cheerleaders?” He asked bluntly.

“What way?” You asked, playing dumb, even though you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“It’s like you’re a completely different person when you’re with me, I don’t get it.” He tells you.

“It’s just easier.” You respond, defensively crossing your arms over your chest, “It makes it easier to fit in.”

Archie sighed, “Yeah, you’re a cheerleader, but you’re also so much more than that. Don’t let people like Cheryl dumb you down.”

“I appreciate that Archie, I really do, but if I was myself around these people…I’d probably get kicked off the team.” You reply, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” You add before slipping past him and making your way back to your post next to Cheryl.

The next weekend was an away game. It was a brutal loss and Archie was unusually quiet on the bus ride home because of it.

“Hey, you played great tonight, you know that right?” You said softly.

“Thanks, (Y/N), but I still feel bad, I could have played better,” Archie replied. 

“Hey, I’m sure next weekend will be better,” You say as you gently and hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his own. Your brain tells you not to, that this is a bad idea and you’re slowly becoming everything you hate but another party of you can’t bear that you’re not touching him more.

“(Y/N)…” Archie mutters softly, looking down at your hands and then back up at your face.

“Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” He replies quickly.

You smile softly as you turn to look straight ahead again. 

They held hands the rest of the ride, neither one wanted to be the first one to let go. Once they got back to school and everyone started getting off (Y/N) quickly snatched her hand away before anyone could notice it.

“Can I walk you home?” Archie asked, surprising you. The two of you never spent time together outside of school and stuff for football, especially not alone. 

You smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

As they walked Archie reached for your hand again.

“So what are we?” Archie asked as you walked up to your porch.

“I don’t know,” You replied, turning to face him, “I’m turning into everything I used to make fun of, but I don’t hate it.”

“Well, do you want to date?” Archie asked.

“I think so,” You admitted, “Do you?”

“Of course, ever since I first sat next to you on the bus I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out.” He replied, blushing slightly.

“Then you should pick me up tomorrow night at seven,” You reply as you unlocked your door.

Their first date was at Pops, they were having a good time, talking about their families and how dysfunctional they are when some cheerleaders walked in and made their way over to where they were sitting.

“Oh my god! Are you guys on a date?” One of them asked excitedly.

“No,” You quickly replied, “We’re just hanging out,” You lied quickly and believably.

“Oh, sorry,” She replied awkwardly, “Well…we’ll leave you to it…” She said before the group walked away.

“Sorry about that,” You said, turning to Archie, “They’re just…”

“Why did you say we weren’t on a date?” He asked.

“They-There are these really dumb stereotypes, you know, the whole cheerleader and the football player cliche? I just, I can’t become that.”

“But isn’t that what we are?” 

“No! We’re more than that, we’re more complex, but that’s how those girls will see us, and I just can’t-”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

“I-yes.” You admit, “But we’re some fantasy straight out of the 1969s.”

“Why is that so bad? What we have is real, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You reply again, “Archie, I want to be with you, but if we are, we can’t tell anyone, at least not the football team and cheerleading squad.”

“Are you ashamed at the thought of being with me?”

“No, I just wanted what we have to be just between us, it’s too special to taint with everyone else.”

And for two months they did just that, they went on dates, spent time together, did everything that couples do, the only difference was that they didn’t tell anyone one at school, or act in any slightly romantic way when they were around other kids.

Archie had a hard time keeping it from his close friends. Betty, Veronica, Kevin-and even Jughead-sometimes tried to set him up with people, but he just kept avoiding their ideas, claiming that he was too busy with music and football and work to have a girlfriend. None of them really bought it (I mean, it hadn’t stopped him before when he was with Grundy or Valerie) but they had a hard time figuring out why Archie would be so adamant about it. Kevin was the one who first brought up the fact that he was hiding a secret girlfriend but everyone else thought that was highly unlikely, they’d never seen him act more than friendly with anyone, and none of the girls he hung out with stood out more than others.

But, like all secrets, the truth came out eventually.

You and Archie were at Pops one Friday night, enjoying your tradition of splitting a hot fudge malt and a basket of fries when the ice queen herself, Cheryl, walked in.

“Well, well, well, what are you two doing here? Out on a date?” She asks as she saunters over.

“Cheryl, for the last time, we’re not dating, we’re just hanging out.” You reply with an eyeroll as you glance over at her.

“Well, you two do an awful lot of hanging out for two people claiming to just be friends.” She comments, “Every weekend someone finds the two of you here, just the two of you,”

“Cheryl, everyone hangs out here all the time, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying that if you’re not dating Archie, you should give someone else a ride on the ginger stallion.” She replies suggestively as she gives Archie a meaningful glance, “What do you say Archie?”

“I um-” He stalls, glancing at you nervously.

“Oh come on Cheryl, just because Archie doesn’t want to make out with you doesn’t mean he’s dating someone,” You cutting, starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Well, that didn’t stop him last time.”

“What?” You ask, feeling completely thrown for a loop.

“At my family’s maple syrup tapping,” Cheryl replies.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, that was before we were dating,” You reply before realizing what you just said and claiming your hand over your mouth and glancing at Archie with wide eyes.

“Ha! I knew it!” She shouts triumphantly, “Jesus Christ, you guys made that way harder than it needed to be. I can’t wait to tell everybody, this is so exciting.”

“Great…” You mutter as she walks away, already typing on her phone (presumably texting the group chat the ‘good news’), “Shit,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face. From across the table Archie reaches over and grabs your hands away and holds them in his own. 

“Hey,” He says softly, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure out how to deal with this, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You ask, giving him a loving smile, “I guess now that the cats out of the bag we should just embrace it, you know? I was getting kind of tired of hiding it anyway.”

“Good, because I’ve been wanting you to wear my letter jacket for ages now, and I think Monday would be a great opportunity for you to debut that look.”

“You’re such a cliche.”

“You know you love it”

Jealousy Games 01

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride. 

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: breath play, dom!Jimin, lots and lots of filth.

A/N: This is chapter one of… well, I don’t know. @ellieljade and I just keep brainstorming more and more for this sucker. To the point of us joking about finishing this when we’re in our 90′s….. Anyway. I hope you enjoy. I’ll be working on part two for Room for Dessert and The Guest House soon.

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@shippinggg thank you for bringing me peace, even just for a little while 

reigen’s garden (probably rooftop) slowly becomes a safe haven for everyone. except for shou’s hamsters. shou only has to learn that lesson once

teru comes there to read when his apartment feels too stuffy. no he doesnt have a key. dont ask. mob, who does have a key, doesnt ask, so why should you 

in the summer maybe reigen would put a mat in a corner so hed have a place to sit down. then all the kids would take naps there. maybe sometimes at the same time. 

also I put in both the ink and the colored version bc I cant decide which one I like more so yeah

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

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Why is Guang Hong Ji x Phichit a rare pair.

I mean Guang Hong has a flippin crush on Phichit. It is on the official website.

“He yearns for his friend Phichit a little”

WE’VE GOT A CANON CRUSH SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO UNDERRATED

They are two of the cutest characters and they seemed to get along in the Cup of China and they hung out a lot.

“In the result he often uploads his selfie pictures on SNS”

Do I have to talk about this selfie alone together. I bet they do this all the time. 

I don’t know. I can see Guang Hong talking to Leo about Phichit 24/7 and Leo being like “I know Guang Hong I was there I saw it”. Leo is the best wingman. Fight me.

Feel free to add more cute things about them because I will never shut up with this ship and the lack of content makes me super sad.

Why I Need You

Characters - Bucky Barnes, Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Summary/Request - Yay! Could you write one with Bucky? He and the reader are in love with each other but don’t know how to tell the other. Maybe some commentary from the other Avengers? Little smut if you’re not opposed to it ;)

Word Count - 4,441

Warnings - Smut…Fingering, Unprotected sex… A little bit of language, little bit of angst..and of course some fluff
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - First ever Avengers/Marvel fic, so be gentle XD
Couple songs included are Think A Little Less, She thinks she needs me, and This Is Why I Need You
Huge thank you (again) to my sister Wren for helping edit! <3

Tags (Want on or off? Send a message/ask!) - @theimpossibleg1rl​ @charliesxora@amantedelcalcio@hushothermuses@i-stole-rudolphs-nose​  @officialbroski10-blog@thepalaceofmelanie@serzhantjamesbuchananbarnes@buckyywiththegoodhair
(tagged a couple people who I know write Marvel..and have said people can tag them…I would love y’all’s input since it’s my first Marvel/Bucky fic)

Story:

Working with the Avengers was a challenge to say the least.
An enjoyable one, but still a challenge.

This was why Y/N had opted to keep her apartment in the city. So she could have a safe, familiar place to escape to when things got just too… heroically crazy.

It was rare that she would stay at the Tower over night, but Tony had a room set up for her anyway.
When nights like last night came around, she was glad to have a bed to sleep in rather than having to crash on the couch.


Just like every morning, Bucky and Steve had gotten up before everyone else in the Tower and had gone for a run. When they got back, they were a little surprised to see everyone still asleep. Each went to their separate room, to shower and get ready for the day before finding their way back to the kitchen.

Steve and Bucky settled onto the island stools, the former man looking to the latter. “So,” he began.

They had been silent their entire run, but now Steve had Bucky in his clutches…

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When your friends are traveling

Alya and Nino are very loyal friends. Even when they are on a trip, they are always ready to drop anything for a phone call from their best friends. Ao3 link.

I finally wrote the story from this post. It is a series of short, silly scenes. Alya and Nino are secret badasses but they always put their friends first. 

“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Nino’s voice came from the cell phone.

“I’m sooo bored!” Adrien moaned, falling back against his bed. He had been so lonely ever since he graduated lycee six months ago. He wanted to go straight to University but he struck a deal with his dad. If he modeled full time for two years, he could study whatever he wanted. He had been managing it until Nino had left two weeks ago for a two month trip around Europe with Alya. He was happy for his friend but he missed him. Life was so boring without him.

Nino laughed. “Sorry bro. It must be so boring being a supermodel.”

“It really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Adrien laughed. “I’m surprised you have time to talk to me. When is Alya going to drag you off somewhere?”

“Don’t worry.” He paused for a moment. “She’s busy.”

Adrien laughed. “What’s she doing?”

“Just making a deal with the mob. I’m keeping watch.” Nino said casually.

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Austin

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff

Prompt: Jared and Y/N move in together very early in their relationship. Y/N feels out of place and decides to leave abruptly, without telling Jared where she’s going. Ten months down the road, Jared has still hung onto her and still loves her and she realizes that she’s loved him all along. Based on the song “Austin” by Blake Shelton. 

A/N: This switches between Jared and the readers POV. Hopefully it’s not too confusing. There are lines when POV’s switch, it’s just never stated. 

When you moved out to Vancouver to follow Jared, the two of you had only been dating five months. It was a huge step in your relationship. Jared had gotten a job on a new TV show called Supernatural, and instead of leaving you behind in Austin, he asked you to come with him.

You hadn’t been able to find work in Vancouver, but you helped out around set as much as possible - mostly with cleanup or setup. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t what you wanted to do in life. You had dreams of your own that practically begged to be fulfilled.

Jared got up early in the morning everyday to get to work. You shared a small apartment, just big enough for the two of you and his two dogs. It wasn’t much but it worked. Occasionally, Jensen was there too, in the spare bedroom, but when they left every morning, you were always completely alone.

You had already bought a plane ticket back home. It was a hard decision but after a long phone call with your brother and one with your dad as well, you decided it was right. You packed everything you needed, keeping it hidden from Jared - not wanting him to worry. Although, maybe it was a dumb idea to just leave him a note instead of calling him or talking to him face to face. But you were too afraid, and the plane would be leaving in a few hours, and it felt like the right thing to do, at the time.

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Just Beg Me To Stay (Part 2)

A/N: So this has a character introduced in to it that we have seen in Season 8 but she’ll probs be better explained in the next part! Just FYI. Song mentioned is MOVE by Luke Bryan. And yeah… I think that’s It lol. One more part to go!

Part 1 is here

Dean x Reader, Emily

Warnings: Angst

Word Count:1700+

Tags: @the-great-irene @avengersgirllorianna @sdavid09 @codename-petrova @lipstickandwhiskey @today-only-happens-once @clemsonstatemom @deansgurlimagines @crazy-pleasures-and-crazy-habits @secretlywritessupernatural @kaedynce @zombi3gyrl07 @sandlee44 @itsjaybro16 @peachpoccs @kathrynxox333 @lovelifelovebooks

You honest to god had no idea where you were. It had been over a month since you had left the bunker, and you had been on autopilot ever since. You never stayed in a town to long, frequently picking up your clothes off of shitty motel floor and shrugged them on, escaping the “conquest” of the previous night and praying to whatever high being that the dude wouldn’t wake up as you made your way out. It had become a routine. Drive. Eat. Drink. Dance. Sex. Sleep. Drive. And so the cycle went.

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ldyglfr62  asked:

My birthday is May 16. I would love a fic that features Age!Gap Everlark with Katniss 5 - 10 years older than Peeta. M or E rating. Thanks for running this fabulous web site.

Originally posted by mister-pulido

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, @ldyglfr62! Your gift - the penultimate offering from everlarkbirthdaydrabbles, was written just for you by @xerxia31. We hope you enjoy!


When Irish Eyes are Smiling

rated M, for language and adult situations.


It’s not completely unexpected, but it’s still a shock to see it. Thick, expensive card stock, pale pink with roses and their names embossed in gold.

Madge Undersee and Gale Hawthorne, along with their families, request the honour of your presence at their wedding…

I’m happy for them, I truly am. I’m just still kind of shocked that after nine years together, it took Gale less than three months to marry my replacement.

It’s not like I thought Gale and I would ever marry each other, even if our friends all expected it. And our breakup was completely mutual. But that he moved on so fast is kind of a slap.

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anonymous asked:

imagine this: matt meets the voltron team and notices that keith's there. he then proceeds to unsubtly comment on WHAT A COINCIDENCE IT IS (it must be fated eh wink nudge) that here he is, the wonderboy that hung around shiro / that shiro occasionally (read: often) namedropped during their journey to kerberos.

oh i like this!! i mean, the kerberos crew were all crammed together on this tiny ship for–six months, i think pidge said? and that’s a long time, so of course you start swapping stories and stuff, and since shiro knows about katie we can infer the holts must have talked about her a lot. i mean, shes a genius who can build tech out of spare parts that works even better than the garrison’s presumably multi-billion dollar equipment, so you know they mustve had a lot to talk about. shiro seems familiar with her family, and pidge mentions how close matt and sam always were with their crews, and yet…she doesnt seem to know much about shiro?? 

so i really do think shiro isnt close with his family at all. He and keith are the only ones who never mention missing their families or earth. and i mean, keith is an orphan alien so it makes sense a lot of his backstory is mysterious, and we at least see his dad and the shack as some semblance of home. but shiro? we get nothing. i have to wonder whats going on with him, because after being gone a year and thought dead, i would think he’d miss his family even more. or at least ask about what they did for his funeral or something. with pidge at least, you’d think hed divulge something about missing his family after the mission too, since she knows what he’s going through. but he seems??? really private and distant about it?? he even seems to think of sam holt as more of a father figure than his own, since the advice he gives pidge comes from sam instead of his own father (and this is before he realizes who pidge is) 

even when he arrives back on earth, the only actual welcome home he gets is from keith, and in keith’s very own home no less. (theres also the fact that keith apparently has a change of clothes in shiro’s size waiting for him, which could imply that shiro either left them himself or keith stashed a dead man’s stuff away for a year just in case he magically showed up, but thats all so vague im gonna just leave it at that) but point is, i think shiro’s relationship with keith is the closest we see to him having any kind of home or family. (also, i think shiro’s homecoming at keith’s place kinda parallels when keith returns to the shack and his dad welcomes him back in bom. so i think the desert shack definitely equals home for keith, and by associating shiro with it the writers further establish that shiro very much does have a home with him)

so, anyway, in lieu of his family i could imagine shiro telling the holts all about keith. oh hes the greatest pilot we’ve ever seen, he broke all my records and you should see how good he is at close combat! kind of quiet and runs off on his own, but in the simulator he always puts his team first. A natural born leader who really cares about his crew. and shiro just like beams every time he talks about him, and by the time theyre past jupiter the holts are probably like if i have to hear one more word about keith kogane–   

oh also! you know how pidge has that photo of when matt left? i like to think matt had a copy too that he kept back on the ship. and how sad would it be if shiro had one of him and keith before takeoff that was either left on the shuttle or confiscated along with his suit and stuff by the galra  but anyway ya i like the idea that shiro’s told matt about keith! he might have heard of him at least, being that keith was the top cadet back when matt and shiro were still at the garrison

Guard

Hooked | Guard

Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Part two is here! So this has been long overdue since it was supposed to be Worldwide Day for write-a-thon, but oh well. Writing this really made me wanna go to DC…so I did lmao. Anyway, enjoy. :)

Word Count: 4559

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“You’re going out with him again?” Alex asked. “This is like the seventh time in the last three weeks.”

You were currently facetiming your best friend before he had to leave to do an interview for some sports magazine. You both had tried to stay in contact with each other over the past few weeks even though he was really busy. Just because he was five states away didn’t mean that you couldn’t talk every once in awhile.

“You’ve been counting?” You snickered.

“That’s besides the point, Y/N.” He deadpanned. “He’s no good for you.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t know him, Alexander. He’s not as bad as you think.”

“I know enough about him, okay? Have you even done any research on him?” Alexander asked. “The guy rode to fame on his father’s back, he thinks he’s on the top of the world, and he’s a wannabe playboy…need I say more?”

You scoffed. “‘Wannabe playboy’?”

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Cough Syrup - Jughead Jones

listen to the song here

Life’s too short to even care at all, oh

I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control, oh oh

These fishes in the sea they’re staring at me oh oh

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

Seven years ago

“Juggie!” The boy turned, but barely had the chance to even manage a smile, you’d already caught up to him, and stolen the grey beanie from the top of his head.  “Mom said I can go home with you today” You told him, and he grinned.

“Good! You can finally come see my new room! We painted it over in a new color” The eight year old boy responded, and you grinned and nodded excitedly.

“Guys you always leave me behind!” You both turned, as a panting Archie ran to catch up with you on the sidewalk.

“Sorry Arch but you’re just too slow” Jughead said.

“Yeah, even I’m not that slow” You said.  “That’s why I get to wear the hat” You grinned cheekily, and the red haired boy rolled his eyes.

“No.  You wear the hat ‘cause Jug’s all in love with you” Again, you grinned, and hooked your arm through Jughead’s.

“Well that’s why we got married” You said like it was obvious.

“But you told me that we had to wait” Jughead stuck out a pouty lip.

“Only because my Mom said it’s not legal because we’re too young” You told him.  “But when we’re eighteen, we can get married” You said, and he smiled again quickly.  “Ooh! Can we get married at Pop’s!?” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah! We can use the onion rings as the wedding rings!” Jughead exclaimed, proud of himself for coming up with such a good idea.

If I could find a way to see this straight

I’d run away

To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

Present day

“I just don’t get it.  Why’s she go crawling back to him when he’s clearly a douche” You said, putting popcorn in your mouth.  Jughead rolled his eyes.  You both were at the Twilight Drive In, watching whatever chick flick was showing tonight because hey, Jughead worked here, so it was free.  You were pretty much here every night, but tonight was the last night that it was open.  You were sat in the back of Kevin’s truck, you between both boys.

“Sounds vaguely familiar” The boy with the crown beanie said, referring to your sleazy boyfriend Reggie.

“Oh shut it Jones” You said, swatting his arm, and looking to Kevin to back you up.

“He’s got a point” Kevin said, and you narrowed your eyes at him.  “Well I mean if he was a good- where is he tonight?”

“I can’t hang out with my friends?” You defended.

“Well when was the last time you hung out with Reggie?” Jughead asked you, and again your narrowed your eyes.

“Just today in school-”

“No like a date.  You know.  That thing couples do” You rolled your eyes now, tired of always having this conversation.  You weren’t mad at either of them, of course not.  If anything you were mad at yourself.  Because you knew they were right.

I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down,

Come down

Jughead walked home with you, a backpack with all of his belongings on his back.  Since the Drive In was getting bulldozed today, you’d told him to come spend the night with you, and that you’d figure out a better situation later.  Right now all you could think of was Archie’s house, but Jug and Archie haven’t been doing too hot, and you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“So, how’re you feeling?” You asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know I guess.  I feel like it hasn’t really clicked” He told you honestly, and you nodded in understanding.

“I wish you could just live with me” You said, entering your neighborhood now.  “But mom didn’t really like that idea of mine” You chuckled a little.  A bitter and sad one.

“Yeah me too” Jughead gave you a slight smile, which made you feel a little better.  “I’ll figure something out though” He said, hooking an arm over your shoulders.  “I always do” You leaned your head against the side of his shoulder, staying silent as you walked like this.  After a few moments, he took his hat off.  Then set it on your head, tugging it down over your ears so you’d stay warm.  For some reason you never planned your outfits for the chilly weather of Riverdale.

When you got home, there was a note on the door from your Mom.  Saying that she went to bed and that Jughead best be sleeping in the guest room.  You’d laughed softly upon reading it, and kicked off your shoes.  Jughead did the same, and followed you into the kitchen.

“I’m getting water you want anything? Something to eat or drink?”

“That’s alright I’m fine” He replied as you filled your glass.  “Has Reggie ever been here?” He didn’t really know why he asked this, or why it mattered, but for some reason he wanted to know.

“Um.. no? Why?” You asked, taking a drink of your water.

“Well I was just thinking, Kevin and Archie and Betty and I have been in and out of this house our whole lives, and you’ve been dating Reggie for like.. Two months now and he’s never been inside?”

“I-I don’t know we never have the time” You said, shaking your head and walking out of the kitchen.  Jughead followed you again.

“Well maybe he should make the time-”

“Jug why does any of this matter?” You asked.

“Because that’s what people who love each other do they make the time to be together why do you think I’m always dragging you to Pop’s and the Drive In?” He raised his voice, not really yelling because he knew your mother was asleep upstairs.  You stared at him for a moment, swallowing thickly and setting your water down on the coffee table.  “I’m sorry that was out of-”

You reached forward, cupping his face between your hands and pulling his lips down to meet yours.  It was like instinct to him, pulling you closer and tangling a hand up in your hair, his hat falling off of your head.

“Reggie and I don’t love each other” You mumbled, lips brushing against his slightly.  Jughead looked from your lips to your eyes

It was quiet for a few moments, until you both smiled slightly and pulled away.  You wanted to kiss again, you both did honestly, but that would be wrong.  You were technically still dating Reggie.

“Let’s go upstairs” You said quietly, and he nodded, lifting up his backpack and walking with you up the stairs.  You sorta pointed to where the guest room, and he nodded, entering and looking around.  You stood at the doorway, watching as he was inspecting the room.  “There used to be a monster under the bed, but Mom said that she exterminated it a few years ago” The boy chuckled, setting his bag by the bed.

“I’m uh… I’m gonna go change for bed” You jerked your thumb over your shoulder, and Jughead nodded.  You shut his door and walked into your own room, closing your door behind you.  You took in a few deep breaths, assessing everything that had just happened in the past half hour.  Your head buzzed and it wasn’t until you were in sleep shorts and a tee shirt, that you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror.  The beanie had managed to stay on your head.  Barely, Jughead had nearly pulled it off, but it rested there on top of your messy hair.

You giggled to yourself with giddiness, again your thoughts rushing over what your day had been like.  Somehow Reggie making out with you earlier in the crowded hallway, was nothing compared to Jughead sweetly kissing you in the empty living room.

Life’s too short to even care at all,

I’m coming up now, coming up now out of the blue,

These zombies in the park they’re looking for my heart,

A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

Jughead was laying on the guest bed, he’d stayed overnight before, but it was a long time ago, when Archie and him would share this bed after a long day of playing outside and at the park.  When you’d all grown up, your parents weren’t exactly happy about hormonal teenagers sharing a bed.

He was on phone, typing away at the document that his novel was on, but once he’d written nearly a whole chapter about the beautiful y/n l/n, he’d decided maybe he wasn’t in the right mindset to be working on it.  So he’d shut off his phone, and slid it up on the bedside table.  It took a long time to even remotely get tired, his brain working overtime thinking about the events of the night.  He could also hear you walking around your room, probably pacing as you studied, like always.  Super late, and moving erratically around your room.  Here and there he’d hear your voice, but not the words.  Also something you commonly did while studying something.  But eventually he was drifting off to sleep to your ramblings about something unknown to him.

A few minutes later, his door creaked open.  “Jug?” You called softly, and he hummed, not bothering to open his eyes because he knew it was you.  “Can I come in?” He nodded, humming again, and you entered on your tiptoes, shutting the door silently behind you, as not to alert your mother that you were in a closed room with a boy.  She’s a parent, she worries.

“Y’ okay?” Jughead mumbled.

“Mhm” You said, coming further into the room.  “Can- can I-”

“Sure” He moved back on the bed, and finally opened his eyes as you slipped under the covers.  You were still wearing his hat, and brought the slightest of smiles to his lips.  “Study good?” He asked as you rolled on your side to be facing him.

“Um no I wasn’t studying” You said.  He looked down at the glimpse of movement, and caught you wringing your hands together.  You were nervous.  “I um, I… I called Reggie” You said, teeth sinking into your lip.  

“Okay” Jughead replied, unsure of what to say to you.

“Life’s too short to be caring about the wrong people”

If I could find a way to see this straight

I’d run away

To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

You were walking to school the next Monday morning, in leggings and a blue jean jacket over to your red and black striped tee shirt.  Your converse skipped here and there along the sidewalk.

And oh, how could I forget, you had a grey crown beanie on your head.

Until Jughead pulled it off and secured back onto his raven head of hair.  You pouted at him, and he smirked.

“Sorry y/n, trust me I love when you wear it, but I’m not putting myself lower on the social class chart than I already am” You rolled your eyes, pecking your lips to his cheek quickly, and turning his smirk into a smile.

“I get it on the way home?”

“It’s not a child and we aren’t it’s divorced parents” He chuckled, and you giggled too.

“But was that a yes?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the smile he wore gave you your answer, and you grinned back.

School was a normal routine.  Lockers, classes, lunch, classes, student lounge.  The lounge being where you were sat now, across from Veronica, and surprisingly Archie.  You hadn’t really talked to the ginger in a while, but it was nice catching up, like old friends.  Jughead would be with you soon, which you were slightly anxious about, seeing that the two boys hadn’t talked since the summer.

And you were right to say that Jughead was set back a bit when he came up to your table and saw Archie Andrews sitting across from you, the three of you laughing.  So he did the only thing he knew he did well.  He approached the table, placed a hand on your back, and the moment you turned he kissed you.  Instantly you knew he wasn’t happy, (Juggie was not one for PDA) and Archie and Veronica’s brows shot up, having not known you were together.

“Took you long enough” You said, smiling unintentionally while he slid into the seat next to you.

“Should’ve hustled” He mumbled, but it was audible to the whole table.  Veronica, to spare the awkwardness, dove into a conversation with you about going to the mall that weekend.  You smiled and talked to her about it, making plans to ask Betty and it could be a girls day.

Your hand was squeezing Jughead’s under the table.

And so I run now to the things they said could restore me

Restore life the way it should be

I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down

Two and a half months.  Two and a half months since the drive in was closed down.  Two and a half months of your and Jughead’s relationship being a thing.  Two and a half months of fixing things between Archie.  Two and a half months of just good days after school in the lounge and at Pop’s.  It was a simple happiness really.

You were currently invested in a book at the usual booth at Pop’s, sitting across from Jughead.  Well you would be when he got here, you’d decided to come sorta early to get some extra reading in, and Pop’s was such a nice environment that you didn’t mind.

You hadn’t really heard the bell on the door, indicating that someone had come into the diner.  But soon someone walked to your table ad sat down across from you.  You glanced up from your book, eyes widening slightly when you saw Jughead across from you.  Wearing a button down, but unbuttoned green and black flannel, with dark jeans.  But most of all that stood out was that he wasn’t wearing his hat.

“Hi..?” Jughead’s brows furrowed as you just stared at him, lips parted in surprise.

“Nice- I mean hi!” You shook your head.  “Y-you look nice what’s the occasion?” You stumbled out your words, which made him chuckle.

“You look lovely as well” You looked down at your regular jeans and sweater, with ratty converse on your feet.

“Um-?” You gave a funny face, and he shook his head, smiling at you genuinely

“Tonight’s a special date” He said, setting his elbows up on the table, you did too, letting him hold your hands up between you.

“It is?” You asked, suddenly worried.  Was it an anniversary? His birthday?

“Two and a half months” He told you, and you raised a brow.  “Of enduring dating you, and living in Archie’s house” You smiled, a laugh leaving your lips as well.

“Enduring dating me? Jug I’m so low maintenance” You said, and he chuckled.  “And if you’d told me that you wanted to celebrate half month anniversaries, I could’ve dressed nicer” He squeezed your hands gently.

“I think you look beautiful” You rolled your eyes to hide the blush, but he saw it anyway.  “And I was thinking to celebrate, tonight we keep ordering milkshakes until one of us passes out-”

“I love you too” You blurted, and Jughead’s lips parted slightly.  “I never- you sorta… sorta said it and-”

“And I meant it” He told you.  “Look, y/n I know I don’t say a whole lot of things like… like that, but I do, and it’s important that you know that”

“I do” You said, smiling softly.

“Good” Jughead grinned, just as Pop came over and took your orders.

One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa

You had a hand on your stomach while Jughead had his arm around your back, hand lying on your waist as you two walked home from Pop’s

“Six milkshakes” You groaned.  “I think I’m gonna puke”

“Eight y/n” Jug whined back, and the two of you practically leaned your weight on each other while stumbling slowly along the walk.  

“Why was this a good idea?”

“I don’t remember” Your head fell against his shoulder, whining some more and his arm held you tighter.

“Hey, would you be mad if I went back to Archie’s too and crashed on the couch?” Jughead shook his head, turning to look at you and his nose coming into contact with your forehead.  You hummed slightly, and he left a kiss there on your head.

“Yeah not at all” He said, and you leaned on him again, this time staying there.  “I love you” A small smile graced your lips, and you slowed your walk to a stop, in front of Archie’s driveway.  You turned in front of him, and your hands rested against his jaw, fingers curled at his neck.

“I love you too” You murmured back, and he wrapped both arms around your waist, smiling as he ducked his lips down to meet yours.  “A lot” You added when you pulled apart, your thumb resting on the front of his chin.  His lips quirked in a smile, and he tugged you against him, cradling your head against his chest.  “You’re the best second grade husband ever”

“Yeah and you’re the best second grade wide ever”

One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Originally posted by disneybeautyandthebeast

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here    Part 4: here 

Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I’ve been swamped.

Adam walked beside you back to the castle. He glanced over at you every minute or so. God, you were so beautiful. More beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And here, under the silver beams of the moon, your hair and eyes seemed to glow with magic. He could feel it radiating off of you in gentle waves.  

“Do I frighten you?” You asked him. He was surprised at your words. He had expected to be the one to say something of that nature to you, certainly not the other way around.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You keep looking at me as though I’ll disappear…or explode.” You stated, chuckling softly. He shook his head.

“I just never imagined I’d get to properly meet you.” When he didn’t say anything more and the conversation faded once more into silence, you prompted him.

“How much further?”

“Not long now. A few minutes at most.” He told you. “Why?”

“It’s cold out here.” He hadn’t noticed you were shivering until that very moment.

“It’s a matter of the circumstance, I suppose. Here.” He shrugged the large tattered cape from his shoulders, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that had seen better days. His gift was heavy, but warm. He knew he would be fine without it, given the abundance of fur, and you seemed very grateful for it.

“Is the snow a normal thing?”

“Around here, yes.” Adam replied. You exhaled a shivering sigh.

“Wonderful.”

“Do your eyes always glow?” he asked, equally as curious.

“Not always.” You blinked a few times, causing the light you emitted to fade. “It’s only when I’m on edge. Or when I lose focus.”

“Do I frighten you?” a hint of fear laced Adam’s voice and he looked at you with gleaming blue eyes. You both stopped in place.

“People in general frighten me.” You replied. Adam crinkled an eyebrow.

“You consider me a person?”

“When you clambered into the woods and fought off the wolves, honestly, I had feared you might eat me.” You chuckled a little to yourself. “But the moment I met your gaze, I knew there was something more there. And I’m glad too.” You exhaled a tired sigh. “I’ve fought too many monsters.”

“You don’t think I’m…”

“Beastly, yes. A monster? Never.” An amused sort of grin tugged at his lips as you said this, showing off the tip of one of his fangs. “I know a monster when I see one. You’re not even close.”

“Well, you’d be the first then,” he stared into your eyes for a long moment before realizing there was a long path ahead of you. Lingering any longer than necessary was practically begging the wolves to come back. “Well, I suppose we should keep moving. We haven’t all night.”

“Of course.”

***

It took you a few moments to realize that the large castle that came into view was your destination. It was very tall, towering over a maze-like garden, and it was very dark. You could feel the dark energy from a long ways away. But as you got closer, you were able to peel back the layers of the magic. It was what you had felt inside the beast that traveled beside you: dark magic with good intentions.

To put it simply, a curse.

Adam stopped just before he opened the front door.

“Before we go in, there’s something you should know?”

“Yes?” You asked, adjusting his heavy cape, still wrapped around your shoulders.

“The inhabitants of the castle, myself included…we’re not exactly what you would consider…normal.”

“Neither am I.” You smirked. He could have sworn your eyes glowed as you said it, a mysterious glint hidden somewhere in your gaze.

“Yes, but I mean-”

“Not passing for human?”

“Something like that.”

“I’ve been around for quite some time. Believe me. I’ve seen it all.”

He took a breath and nodded, and then the door opened. It was dark, eerily still. Silent. Adam took both of the cloaks, his own and yours, from around your shoulders and hung them on the coatrack and then led you further inside.

“You can come out.” He called to seemingly no one. “She knows.”

“Well in that case,” A candelabra hopped off of a table and came to stand in front of you. He was followed by a very disgruntled clock that was more ornate and intricate than you had ever seen. “Welcome, Mademoiselle!”

In that instant, the castle flushed with life. More of the furniture and other items sprang from their spots, rushing to meet the new inhabitant of their home. The teapot was the next to introduce herself.

“I’m Mrs. Potts, dear.” Her porcelain face wore a kind smile. “And this is-”

“I’m Chip! What’s your name?! Where are you from?! How did you meet the Master?!” the teacup’s childish enthusiasm was sweet and warmed your heart, but it was also tragic in ways you couldn’t ever understand. Whoever had done this…they had cursed a child. Damned a child to a fate you couldn’t imagine he could ever deserve. It boiled your blood, causing you to struggle to maintain your smile as you greeted the rest of them.

You had decided in an instant, as soon as you met Chip and saw the life in his painted eyes, you had sworn to yourself that you would save them. No matter what or how long it took. You were going to save them.

Once the introductions were through, Adam led you up the stairs, through the hallways, and then finally to a door. He opened it.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. This…this is your home now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You looked into his blue, blue eyes, and when you did, you could feel how nervous you made him. It wasn’t fear, per say. It was a form of anxiety, insecurity. And yet, he also had a sense of familiarity. As though he knew you, like he had claimed to. You mattered to him. And when you looked up at him, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would protect you. “For everything. It…it means more to me than you could ever know.”

“I think I might have some idea.” A hint of a smirk found his lips, and his heart raced. You were here. You were real, and you were thanking him. And somehow, he knew you meant it. “Good night.”

“See you tomorrow.” You nodded. As you closed the door behind yourself, it finally sank in. He would see you tomorrow. You lived here now. Never in his years as this thing had he ever felt so liberated. It was as if your very presence filled his beastly soul with newfound life.

The wardrobe in the corner of the room was snoring, so you figured you’d introduce yourself in the morning. As you took off your boots, unloaded your bag, and crawled into the monstrous bed, a wave of warmth flowed through you. And though you tried to fight these feelings because you knew they could only end in disaster, you felt for the first time since you had begun running that you had finally, finally found a place to call home.

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WHAT IF

We were all fooled and like the team finds and rescues Matt and he might like give Shiro a brotherly hug or happy to see Pidge but then he looks over Shiro’s shoulder and is like: Keith?

And then Keith sees Matt and yells in excitement: Matt!

And then they run to each other and embrace and everyone but Shiro is confused because Matt and Keith were in a secret relationship or something.

And then all the ships fall apart. I mean I’m just saying. Keith somehow knew Pidge was a girl and knows Shiro who has to have known Matt so wouldn’t that mean that Shiro, Matt and Keith probably hung out but Pidge wasn’t in the garrison at the time so she wouldn’t have known them other than as “her brother’s friends” and we’ve been hinted to Sheith and Shatt but what if it was all a rouse!? I’M TELLING YALL THEY’RE GONNA PULL THE RUG FROM UNDER US.

A Journal of Thoughts

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hi, love your writing! Can you please do one where the reader have been friends with the group for ages and actually set Jughead and Betty up together… and then after they’re dating the reader realises that she’s actually in love with Jughead but it’s too late? Something super fluffy and sad! The ending is up to you whether they get together or not!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,226

A/N: This is a bit of a different style, not too sure if it went well. It’s how I write in my actual journal, so i hope it’s not too terrible. But fics two days in a row?! Wow ashlyn who are you

Masterlist


Tuesday, August 9th, 2016

School starts again in a few days, and I’m not sure that I’m ready to be a Sophomore.

I’ve heard some horror stories, especially involving chemistry.

At least we’re moving up in the social ladder of high school.

This summer seemed to have passed by in a blur, and I’m struggling to remember most of it. I should’ve started this journal sooner. Or is it a diary? I’m not quite sure, but whatever it is I want to document my sophomore year, as I have a feeling it’s going to be a crazy one.

The gang and I tried to spend as much time together this summer as possible, but Archie always seemed to disappear and I think Betty was on vacation with her family half the time.

I mean, I didn’t mind hanging out with Jughead all of the time. He keeps to himself, and he’s quite, which can be enjoyable coming from my incredibly loud household.

Even as I write this I can hear my parents trying to keep their volume down to keep me from hearing their fights.

It never works.

Most of the time we hung out at the drive-in, where he works. I tried to convince him to get me a job there, but halfway through the summer he found out it was closing, so there was no point in trying.

I felt bad for him this summer, and when we hung out he always tried to interact with me but I could tell something was off. I think it’s because Archie ditched him when they were supposed to go away on vacation.

We became closer after that, he would always invite me to Pop’s, and he actually began to open up to me. Well, as opened up as Jughead can get.

He’s told me about his dad, about Jellybean, and he even mentioned he might move out to me. He said he didn’t know where, but I know he’s a strong kid and he’ll figure it out.

I started inviting Betty over to hang out, just the three of us, but most of the time she was busy with her family drama so it ended up being me and Jughead a lot.

I think they would be a cute couple, though. Only problem is that Betty is still head over heels for Archie. I’ll have to fix that.

Jughead is an amazing guy and deserves to be happy for once. He always knows how to make me smile and when he lets me read his writing my heart breaks with how hard his words hit and flow through the page.

Betty would love it.

I’ll figure it out. It’ll happen.


Monday, August 22nd, 2016

School has started, and boy did a lot happen in a few days.

Jughead and I have the same lunch period, so we always sit together. I started to talk to him about Betty the other day, slowly but surely.

I brought up the fact that it would be good to have another pair of eyes reading his novel about Jason Blossom and he seemed to at least consider the idea. Then I told him a joke and his hair flopped over his eyes and made his smile seem even brighter.

I think he even mentioned that he wants to try and figure out who killed Jason, which caused me to give him a weird look. I told him I would support him, though. Maybe I can get Betty to help him with that.

School passed slowly after that, as always.

We were hanging out at Pop’s after school, all three of us, and I was pretty sure I saw him glance at her for longer than usual in between his bursts of typing his novel. I could tell he was contemplating letting her read it, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom in the back. When I walked back I saw her hunched over his laptop, right in between them.

I’m pretty sure I even saw him smile at her, but then he looked up and saw me, and his smile seemed to grow.

I shook my head before heading back over to join them. Betty smiled up at me, and I’m almost positive there was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

It was at this point that I knew that I had definitely planted a seed for something. I’m not sure if it will evolve into anything, but something is there. I can feel it.

There’s even a new girl, Veronica, who’s helping me with my plan. She started hanging around with Betty a few days after school started. I met her the other day and we gossiped until who knows when about how good of a couple they would make. I knew Veronica would fit right in. She told me I needed to do the first part, and she’d take the rest from there.

What would their ship name be?
Because if I didn’t start something, I know Veronica definitely will. She seems like the kind of girl to make things happen.

I think their ship name would be Bughead.


Friday, August 26th, 2016

The ship has sailed!

Took them long enough.


Wednesday, September 28th, 2016

Why do feelings have to exist? Why didn’t I realize my feelings sooner?

It’s been a month since I’ve written. I’m sorry.

Although I’m not really sure who I’m apologizing to, since this is my journal… oh well, I guess it just helps that someone might read this someday.

I haven’t written because so much shit has gone down that I’m not sure where to start. My feelings have been all over the place and I’m not sure if I’ve made the right decisions.

I guess I should get straight to the point.

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but they ended up getting together, but you know that.

I couldn’t believe at first either, trust me.

It took me a few days to really realize that what me and Veronica had done had worked. We helped, but they ended up doing a lot of it on their own.

Like I was so sure that it was just some crazy fantasy I had, but now it’s actually real. It’s been real for a little less than a month.

It wasn’t until about a week ago that everything really processed.

Jughead and Betty are together.

They’re boyfriend and girlfriend.

And oddly, I started feeling jealous. I became jealous of the way that he looked at her, or the way that she touched his arm or leg. I became jealous of the smiles they exchanged and how close they sat together.

I love Jughead.

It feels good to put it down somewhere, to document it. It’s validating.

I LOVE JUGHEAD.

I want to scream it.

Looking back, it seems so obvious, but I just didn’t know what I had until it was gone.

And the worst thing of all is that it’s too late. I can’t make him mine, no matter how hard I try, because he’s happy, and he’s with her.

That’s all I really wanted, I guess.

His happiness.

Even if it is with her.

So why does it hurt so much that I’m not her?

Could he have been happier with me?

I guess I’ll never know.


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“Sorry, my dudes, I’m just really excited!  Greg’s taking me to a show!”

“A show?  You mean like the…”

“Thee-ay-tuh?”

“Okay, first of all, never do that again.”

“Second, have you not been paying attention to either of us for, like, your entire life?”

“The last time I went to the theeaytuh was with Pearl, it was fifty years ago, and she hasn’t taken me back since.”

“Amethyst, I thought we agreed that that story was for when Steven was older.”

“Look, it’s not my fault you’re so hung up on the ping-pong ball thing, okay?  He’ll figure that one out on his own eventually, Pearl!”

edgelady-penguin  asked:

So I'm curious about what you think with regards to what Rythian's said about the ending of Blackrock and his character - personally part of me is happy that we *finally* know what's under his mask, but regardless of what's 'cannon' I'm still going to love thinking and reading ideas about what Rythian the character could be, and what could be hiding under his mask

Give me a minute; just woke up, need to read it all…

*a few minutes later after more speculation, ending with maniacal laughter*

Oh my, my headcannon was a little off the mark. 

I had assumed he was from there originally (still human, yes) and fled with the fall of the land of Dawn before the warped End-magic could effect him fully too. Granted, even with what we now know, that doesn’t change much at all, merely finer details such as when he fled!

His mask was an interesting one, I assumed he got something there after he escaped, but still due to his newfound powers, figured it had to be Ender-related. It had to be something he was uncomfortable showing others but nothing so bad that Zoey would be put off him (granted, she hung out with a lot of weird different creatures/people so there was every chance she didn’t even really notice the horrific scars during the odd times she managed to see them.)

But you know what all this information really means for me?

I can tie more things together. We don’t know absolutely everything about everyone after all. Just the main points of our favourite dark rogue (and mushroom princess). Oh. I have some absolutely wild ideas now. I was having a small issue with a few dimension & timeline things… How very Interesting! Rythian himself, through this post, has now given me some ideas on how to fix it!

This will neaten things up rather nicely. 

Rather nicely indeed. >:)

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Just a Smile - Part Two

FF.NET

SUMMARY: In Hyrule palace, there was one rule left over from the time of her great-grandfather, one that most certainly could not be broken: the guards on duty were not allowed to laugh.

But that never stopped Princess Zelda from trying.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three coming soon!

Zelink AU where Zelda is a princess and Link is a guard who she’s trying to make laugh but can’t seem to crack. Part two of a larger fic of similar short bursts. Not attached to any particular game. Fluff af. 

““Just admit it, Link. You’re taken with the Princess!”

It was true. Link was taken with the Princess. Absolutely besotted, in fact. She was clever and beautiful and lighthearted, and if that wasn’t enough, she spread joy everywhere she went. There wasn’t a person under the King’s service in the castle that didn’t adore her, and he much looked forward to the time she spent in his presence.

It was the only time he’d ever get, after all.”

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 15: Complications

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1500 Words

Chapter Summary: Facing an issue from your past might mess up your relationship with Jensen.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Author’s Note: There is mentions of abuse in this chapter, and more angst is coming in the next chapter!


“Brad?” You whispered, ready to head back into your trailer and lock the door. Maybe if you did, and closed your eyes he would be gone. It would be one big bad dream. Closing your eyes for a second, you opened them, frustrated and scared to see Brad still on the step. He was looking up at you, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He hadn’t changed much in the year since you had last seen him. His dark brown, almost black hair, was cut extremely short, his face still a creamy tan with chiseled jaw bones. His dark brown eyes stared up at you, studying you closely. His wide shoulders were encased in a gray long sleeved henley, and he looked exactly the same. And it scared you. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” He said, his voice still the same, sandpaper gruff voice you remembered. The voice that still occasionally haunted your dreams. “It’s been too long.”

“Not long enough.” You answered, shrinking back from his outstretched hand. He noticed, his brown eyes darkening enough that they almost looked black.

“Y/N, is that anyway to treat your fiancee?” He asked you, his hand clenching into a fist.

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