i never noticed that before when i read it!

This isn’t really a fuck anyone, just something that happened and I want to share with others out there so maybe they’ll also start doing the same.

So I’m a cashier, and recently I had noticed that when I have a blind customer who pays with cash, each bill is folded differently so they can feel which bill is which. After noticing that, I decided to start handing each bill one at a time based on type of bill, and letting them know which bill I’m handing them.(I’ll give them their 10, then their 5, then tell them I’ve giving them their two 1s, giving them the chance to finish putting away the previous bill before I give them the next one)

Every single time I’ve done this, I’ve had them be happy and surprised and complimentary, about how that was really nice and useful and how I must have experience to know to do that. Today I had a customer say “Now if everyone was more like you, the world would be a much better place. So many times, the cashier will just shove all the change and receipt at me!”

Until I had put together the dots of how they had all of their bills folded differently, I never would have even thought about it before. It was just chance that I noticed it, and decided to try handing the change back differently.

So, not really a fuck customers. Maybe more of a fuck ableism? And maybe with other people reading this, they might start doing the same and making things a bit easier for their blind customers when it comes to change.

40 Study Tips & Tricks

I thought to write down the “script” to one of my most viewed videos, with 40 study tips & tricks. It’s easier to read them and pass on the word!

Organization Tips:

1. Incorporate homework and classes in you daily planner – that will give you an overall glimpse of how your week will be about and how much time you need to spend in your studying sessions!

2. Color coordinate classes – be it notes, your planner, your textbooks or binders, pick a unique color for each class and work around the hues of that color to get more organized!

3. Make your own syllabus – if your professor doesn’t provide a syllabus for your class, try to make one before the school year working around your given textbooks or other given material.

4. Make study guides – make a study guide from your syllabus and draw before each topic two boxes: one for a midtest and one for the final test. When you have one of these tests, check the boxes when you’ve finished studying the chapter so you won’t miss anything!

5. Reference your material throughout – most of the times, we students work with in-class notes, textbooks and a syllabus. Since we get small bits of information here and there it’s important to reference every page throughout all your material so you can quickly access your information without having to flip endlessly through pages!

6. Keep a dashboard nearby – Whenever you use a notebook or a binder, make a dashboard on the first page with post it notes so you can quickly scribble any questions, homework or page numbers. When you get home, you just need to open your dashboard and attend those notes.

7. Print any tests, exercises and exams you can find – keep those in the end of your binder. These are perfect to practice before exams and tests because they really reflect what you will be tested about. Set an alarm clock for the deadline and start working on those!

8. Condense – organization disappears when you have too many of everything. Working with more than one planner in your life will make everything chaotic. If you think you need a second planner because you don’t have enough space to write in the first one, it’s because you don’t have available time as well. Don’t fool yourself and set achievable goals!

9. Customize your textbooks – most of the times, textbooks are formal books where information is hard to come by. Make your own tabs and write every chapter on them so they stick out – flag any charts, tables or graphics. Everything needs to be incredibly accessible!

10 Print a special planning sheet before finals: Organizing your studying by chapters and/or topics before finals is tremendously important since it lets you organize the amount of time you dedicate to each subject,

Study Sessions and Time Management

11. Save at least one afternoon or one morning a week for intensive studying. These is your “life-saver” – when you get so full of homework and projects that you can’t incorporate them into your daily academic routine, one free afternoon to organize your school life will really come in handy! Make an appointment with yourself!

12. Prepare in advance – although most professors may not ask you to prepare a class in advance, if you have the means to, go ahead. Grab a sheet and make a summary of the chapter your class will be about. Write the major topics and key information and take that guide to class. When your professor repeats previously studied information, you will be able to understand everything much better!

13. Never leave something behind – Even if you have a more light class, where professors don’t request homework or any side projects, don’t let that fool you! Be disciplined and be your own professors! Make your own projects and learn everything you can so you can nail those finals when they arrive.

14. Write your questions – most of the time, in a heavy study session, we come up with tons of questions and sometimes we just leave them behind. Write them down in your dashboard or a small notebook and ask your professors (personally or via e-mail). You can also ask your schoolmates in a facebook group created for that purpose!

15. Set an alarm clock and reward yourself – even if you study during an entire afternoon your studying will be pointless if you don’t take regular breaks. Set an alarm clock for one hour/one hour and a half and then take a 15 minute break. Never study for more than 2 hours straight! Even if you don’t notice, you’ll get less and less focused.

16. . Make a list – before each study session I like to grab my notepad and write down everything that I need to do before my session ends: the chapters I need to read, the pages I need to go through and the homework I need to complete. Sometimes I even write theses lists when I’m in college so I’ll have more determination to complete those tasks once I get home.

17 Work on the least interesting thing first. There are always classes or projects that we like the least – and those are the ones that we need to tackle first. You will start your studying session concentrated, which will let you go through the worst tasks faster.

18 Print, print, print. try to print everything you can and never study from your computer. Having your PDF files printed at hand will let you concentrate better, highlight and write some notes in the margins. You can take these everywhere with you and even turn them into small guides for future classes!

19. If you finish ahead, don’t quit. Perhaps the time you’ve saved for your study session has come to an end way before you have planned. That doesn’t mean you should stop right now – Take that time to review what you’ve learned so far or prepare other classes ahead of time!

20. Study in an organized space – make your own studying corner – bring everything you will need, from textbooks, binders and notebooks, to a cup of coffee and your computer. Keep them neatily organized on your desk so everything is at hand and on sight. Put on some soft background music (links down below) and adjust the lightning.

In class notes

21. If your professor provides PowerPoint slides before each class, print them (six or four per page) and bring them to class. Write in the margins and more throughout information in the back so it’s all condensed and tight. This is where you’ll take your notes. If you prefer to write on lined paper, think about copying some ruled paper to the back of your printed slides.

22. If your professor asks you to prepare your class in advance, try to make a small guide for each class. Open the comments column in MSWord and print the pages with that column. When you go to class, incorporate the in-class notes in that column, next to the relevant information so everything is nice and condensed.

23 If you are in a information-heavy class, try to adopt the Cornell method, which is the best, in my opinion, when you need to be a fast writer. There’s a video right here on how to use this method.

24. If you are in a bits-and-pieces class, which is that kind of class where the professor just gives a few key points and then gives practical examples or makes you work in group, try to adopt the box method – you can draw these boxes yourself or make them with post it notes – these are way more visual and perfect to memorize information.

25. Write in-class flashcards – if you don’t have flashcards around, make tiny flashcards on the top of your notes, where you cover the definitions you’ve written with the name of the definition. Each time you open your notes, try to remember the hidden definition. Automatic studying, every time!

26. Participate in class – nothing better than to be actively involved in your class discussion. For most of us, shy creatures, participating can be dreadful – but once you get out of your box, you’ll see how participating really makes you understand the subject!

27. If you have any questions during class, raise your hand and ask them. If your professor doesn’t like being interrupted, write them down and approach them in the end of the class. Sometimes, the little things we don’t understand are exactly the ones that come up on the final exam!

28. Ask for examples. Examples are probably the thing that makes your brain connect the information faster. If your professor isn’t keen on providing examples, suggest your own and see if your answer comes up right. Sometimes, examples are the thing that really makes us understand our material and our definitions, since they transform formal information into relatable events.

29. Sit at the front. It sounds too straightforward but sitting at the front really makes wonders. You won’t get distracted by what you classmates are doing, you will focus on the professor, who is right in front of you and you will resist the temptation of going to Facebook and Instagram during a boring presentation.

30. Write a brief summary at the end of the class. During those five minutes where everyone is dismissed and leaving the room, write a brief summary of that classes’ key points in the back of a page – this is fundamental in the Cornell method but can be used in any other method as well.

Finals Guide

31 Skim through your material two times: at first, you should start by studying your material starting from the end. The last lessons will be fresh in your memory and it’s very important to reinforce your knowledge on these while you can. In the second reading, you should start from the beginning, as usual. It’s important to make these two readings so you can go through the information in a much more flexible way.

 32. Make a mindmap of each chapter. A mindmap is a chart that relates key words and important information, making it easy to understand the relationship and hierarchy between such key words. Use colors and images to memorize your material better. Oh, and don’t forget to check out my video on how to make mindmaps!

33. Read each of the titles and try to say out loud its contents, explaining each concept and the relationship between them. Imagine you are the teacher and are lecturing that subject to a crowd. If you skip any of the subjects, do it all over again. The more you repeat, the better you will memorize.

34. It’s time for some flash cards!  Write the topic or the title on one side and the meaning or the explanation on the other. Try to cover as many topics or titles as you can and go through your cards while memorizing as best as you can each of the concepts. Try to do it backwards if you have time to do so!

35. On the day before the exam, skim through your mindmaps and flash cards again and always try to study while talking. Saying your content out loud will force your brain to relate information in a much more cohesive way and you’ll memorize everything much better.

36. Read the entire exam from top to bottom. Underline or circle any important words that you think will be crucial in you answer. After that, calculate how much time you should spend answering each question: this simple calculation will take only twenty seconds and will help you organize your time. Try to save five minutes at the end for revisions.

37. If you are solving a written exam and not multiple choice, try as much as possible to organize each answer in a structured way, saving two lines just to present your line of thought and writing each different argument in a different paragraph. Draft a conclusion at the end to underline the centre of your answer. Sometimes softly underlining some keywords is important to make your professor notice that you’ve correctly given importance to certain concepts.

38. Use these symbols for each question: one dot if you aren’t sure of the answer, two dots if you are sure of your answer and a circle if you are completely unaware of your answer. Start by answering any question with two dots; after those are all answered, go on through the two dots question. Leave the circle questions to the end – and ALWAYS answer them! Even if you don’t know what they’re about, who knows if you will be able to come up with something right?

39. Review your test one final time – many times, we make a lot of mistakes under stress and now is when you should spot them and amend them. This can be the difference between a B and an A!

40. Don’t take this too seriously – school is an important aspect of our lives but it isn’t everything. Failure comes many times and these failures can even drive you away from something that was simply not meant to be. Don’t stress out because everyone goes through the same!

Mindblowing facts about SDR2

[source: tvtropes.org]

I was happily fooling around on tvtropes.org (it’s very good when you want to read something totally random or interesting about any fandom possible) and I decided to read something about SDR2… There are many things (from tearjerking, to nightmarish, to funny, things of any kind, really) that I never noticed and these are the ones I personally find to be the most interesting. 

WARNING: Long post.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just binge read your blog and I love the way you write. Like everyone is so in character and some of them are so funny or really sad *cough*jumin angst*cough*. Do you think you guys could do the RFA finding MC's old fanfics? Either her account or the ones on her computer? You don't have to, but I think it could be funny. Thanks for all you do! seriously, you are one of my fave mm blogs

Thank you! We’re flattered. Enjoy these:) 


  • You let him borrow your computer while his was being fixed
  • He was looking for a folder he saved there a few months ago
  • There was named “FF” which he thought it was the acronym for his most recent play “Fairy Fly” (we can’t name anything pls dont judge)
  • He was looking for his script so he opened it
  • What he found was a bunch of titles which sounded oddly familiar
  • Most of them were dated from three years ago….so curiosity got the better of him
  • He found himself surprisingly addicted
  • He’s half way through it…when he recognizes himself being described
  • You had written about a musical he was in
  • Thinking he was home alone, he started reading it in his dramatic voices
  • You hear it from the other room, and you think the dialogue sounds familiar
  • “I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction about me, babe!”
  • “I…didn’t know I would ever actually meet you. I kind of forgot about those…”
  • You’re mortified for the next few days as he keeps teasing you about it


  • He had found an old SD card lying around
  • It looked like the one he lost years ago, so he decided to check out the contents
  • He thought it would be some photos from high school
  • But instead, there was a bunch of word docs
  • He opened them and found a bunch of stories about various games
  • He was half way through, cracking up at how BAD they were
  • The characters were all mixed up and it was mostly crack fics
  • After pretty much reading them all, he takes the SD card and returns it to you
  • All he says is that he found it and figured it was yours
  • You breathe in relief
  • “This must be where I put all my fanfics from when I was in middle school. It would be horrible if anyone read them.” 
  • Yoosung can’t stop himself from giggling
  • “Yoosung, you did not!” 
  • “I did….I never saw that side of you before…”
  • He can’t stop laughing and you can’t stop hitting him


  • She had a break from work, so she decided to log into Zen’s fanclub forums
  • She noticed some young new fan recommended a fanfic author
  • Jaehee clicked on the link
  • She noticed most of the fics were from years ago, but she tried reading through some anyway
  • When she meets with you next, she starts sharing
  • She’s hardcore roasting all the fics about how they were out of character and didn’t capture Zen’s characters correctly
  • When you finally ask the pen name, she gives it
  • You laugh nervously “That…that was my old account.” 
  • There’s just a moment of silence
  • Jaehee clears her throat, “It had potential!”
  • “Thanks….”
  • She tried to encourage you to write again since you now had more experience
  • “Jaehee…my latest update was a week ago.”
  • She makes herself your new Beta reader


  • He mentioned that he recently met an actor from this show
  • You casually mention how you used to write fanfiction for that show when you were younger
  • He’s curious and asks if he can see some
  • You agree, thinking he’s going to scan over it
  • But he prints it all out and reads it…like he would a normal book
  • He didn’t realize he was about to get hit with some really bad angst
  • At one point, he forgot it was you who wrote it and kept texting you about it
  • “Yeah….I know, Jumin. I wrote it.”
  • “Oh…right…”
  • To your horror, he sends the link to your account in the chat room
  • Thankfully, he didn’t say it was you who wrote it, so you’re still somewhat anonymous
  • But you still end up getting some texts from Jaehee who figured it out
  • He encourages you to write some of your own stuff as well
  • He would help you get published if you ever wanted to start a career from your talent


  • You ask him to help back up your old laptop’s hard-drive
  • So, he has your computer for the day
  • As he was transferring files, he came across your fanfiction folder
  • He looked up some lines of text and found your account online
  • At first, he read it as a joke and would comment after every chapter
  • But he actually got really sucked into it
  • You started noticing something was up when he would be unusually protective about his recent browser history
  • Also…he commented under the name “thathackerdude”
  • Real subtle there
  • It all came out when he got to the end of one of them…and found you never finished updating
  • He breaks open your door
  • “I demand to know if they died or not! MC, don’t keep secrets from me!”
  • As a small act of revenge, you refuse to give him the rough drafts for the end of that fic 

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SVT Hip Hop Unit React: Being Their S/O’s First Kiss

Request: hi! could you please do a seventeen hip hop unit reaction to them being their s/o first kiss? thank you :)

I am so sorry this took so long ): I still have three requests after this, but a lot of schoolwork to do as well. I will do the jackson (got7) boyfriend au after this if I have enough time!

Again, I’m sorry, but I think I got a little carried away with Wonwoo and Mingyu and Vernon’s reaction ): I made Seungcheol’s a bit shorter because wOW I can’t go any further or eLSE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN


Originally posted by cappukino

Your first kiss with Seungcheol (and in general) was short, but sweet.

His fingers were threaded in your hair at the back of your head while his free hand was splayed across the small of your back.

He held you close to his chest when your lips brushed along his own, your breath slightly catching at the contact. Your hands were curiously grabbing onto his bicep and shoulder before they fell limp against his torso when he fully pressed his mouth against yours in a gentle kiss.

Seungcheol cradled the back of your head as he pulled away after a few seconds and he smiled in content, brushing his fingers through your hair.

Your cheeks were a rosy red when you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, biting the corner of your lip with a shy grin on your face, tucking your chin in out of embarrassment. As Seungcheol basked in the comfortable silence, you suddenly hid your face in the crook of his neck which made him hum in surprise.

He had barely heard you when you murmured on about how you just had your first kiss with him. Of course, this surprised him and he pulled away from you just enough to look at you with a pout on his lips, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“I’m honoured, cutie, but why didn’t you tell me? I hope I didn’t scare you much with that kiss.”


Originally posted by hanwooz

“Stop blowing kisses, you’re distracting me.” Wonwoo said with a playful little pout on his face. He was currently reading a book while you were sitting on the other side of the couch; feeling restless and content at the same time.

Even though you were quite new to being affectionate with Wonwoo, you weren’t as shy as you used to be with how much skinship you share with him. He didn’t exactly know that you didn’t have your first kiss yet, he innocently thought that you two just weren’t at that stage yet and was waiting for you to initiate the action first because he wants to wait until you’re ready (what a bean).

But right now, you’re testing his patience without you knowing. Wonwoo’s eyes would discreetly peek at you whenever you blew him a kiss, his gaze focused on the way you pucker your lips. Subconsciously licking and biting at his bottom lip, he flipped the pages to his book without reading at least half of the text. You grinned happily to yourself once you felt content and grabbed your own book from the coffee table to start reading where you left last time you opened it.

As you were reading, Wonwoo put a bookmark on the page he finished reading before putting the book down on the table in front of the couch, watching you carefully with a fond smile on his face. When you were about to reach the climax of the chapter you were on, he interrupted by carefully crawling over your figure with a sigh escaping him, carefully removing your book from your hands. His nose gently bumped against your cheek to tilt your head up as he rest his hands by either side of your hips, carefully leaning closer and closer to you while his eyelids fluttered, his warm breath fanning across your cheek while his fingertips rest underneath your chin.

You knew what was happening and understood the situation, but you just couldn’t react the way you wanted to. You were too shy to initiate what you wanted and Wonwoo was unintentionally teasing you (nah he was doing it on purpose) by pulling back just the slightest whenever you were brave enough to nudge your head forward to press a kiss to his lips. A playful smirk was playing on his lips before he delicately slots his mouth against your own in a featherlight kiss.

Mumbling against his mouth about how he just became your first kiss, he acknowledged what you said with a surprised hum against your soft lips, causing you to giggle at the tingly vibration. He grinned at that and pulled away for a brief second, only to move in for another gentle kiss.

“I hope I can be your last kiss too, sweetheart.” he mumbles cheekily against your mouth.


Originally posted by maymay-lovekpop

This boy kissed you on your fifth date ??? He couldn’t control himself, he just couldn’t. You looked cute that day and his mind was telling him not to but he DID IT.

You two were on your fifth date at the park. Since it’s spring, the cherry blossoms were blooming and the sky was a vibrant lilac. Conjoining your hands together, Mingyu swung your arms back and forth as he held out his other hand to catch the floating petals that fell off of the branches of a cherry blossom tree.

You let go of his hand to let him catch more and more cherry blossom petals. A smile was on your face as Mingyu caught more petals in his large hands. He immediately ran back to you when his hands were full with the baby pink petals, opening his hands before raising them to his face so he could blow all of the silky petals into your face. You squealed in surprise and closed your eyes with a giggle, barely covering your face with your hands.

Mingyu laughed when you blew away the petals that went too close to your mouth, but stopped your hands from removing the ones that fell in your hair because they looked pretty there.

There was an adoring look in his eyes when you let him wrap his fingers around your wrists. You shied away from his gaze while your cheeks flushed a pretty colour that made Mingyu’s breath catch. When you turned your head to look at him, his mouth was suddenly pressed against yours in a firm, but short kiss.

You gently pushed at his chest with a breathy whine and covered your mouth with your palm, your cheeks heating up much more than before. Mingyu had a curious look on his face when you pushed him away, but then smiled, his head tilting to the side in an innocent manner.

“You’re acting so shy, angel,” he cooes adoringly and brushes his thumb against your cheek, leaning in again to just barely brush his bottom lip along your upper. He grins cheekily when he notices your hands gripping onto your shoulders, printing a tender and loving kiss to your lips, “I know I’m your first kiss,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, “and I know you’ll let me be your last.”


Originally posted by imaginetheseidiots

You have never kissed anyone before in your life and Vernon knew because you two were a little new to dating. He hasn’t had his first kiss either.

Your first kiss with Vernon was really clumsy (and cute). You two were hanging out with each other at the library and were reading the same book because Vernon chose the book first, but it was a novel you have always wanted to read and so that’s how you suddenly ended up with your back pressed against Vernon’s chest as he read out each page to you with his mouth brushing along the shell of your ear whenever his lips formed a word.

His breath tickled your skin whenever he spoke and it made your skin heat up in embarrassment, but you pretended his whispering voice and the contact of his mouth against your ear didn’t make you feel shy. Your fingers were fiddling with the loose strands on his jeans as he continued reading, his chin now hooked on your shoulder.

He leaned his head on yours and tucked you closer against his chest with a content sigh before noticing that you weren’t paying attention to him reading the book anymore; you were unknowingly staring at his lips. Vernon began to blush at this fact and put the book down with a flustered smile, rubbing your arm as he peered at you, “Are you okay, babe?”

Snapping out of your gaze, you smiled sweetly and nodded just the slightest, mumbling a ‘yes’ in response.

Vernon pursed his lips in thought, his gaze settling on your mouth. A nervous breath escaped him before he tried to lean in. And by tried - I mean tried. Your eyes nearly fluttered closed when you saw him get closer, but he clumsily bumped your noses together with a quiet ‘ouch’. You winced slightly at the sting, but giggled along with him when you both soothed your noses.

After you two settled down, Vernon placed a delicately sweet kiss onto your lips with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

Holy hell, guys! I’m seriously blown away by the fact you actually enjoyed my first ‘Imagine’. Seeing as some of you liked it, I think i just might continue writing whatever ideas pop into my head ;)

Originally posted by w-i-t-c-h-e-r-y

Anonymous asked: Your Jeff imagine has me absolutely SHOOK! You’re so talented. Are you planning on writing a part 2?

Anonymous asked: YOUR JEFF IMAGINE WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT IM GRINNING LIKE A HYENA. OHMYGODDDDDDD and ik u said you aren’t taking request but like if you ever feel up to it if you made a part 2 to that imagine like the “date” part id forever kiss the ground you walk on lmfaooooo. But ya. You’re an amazing writer 😭

Imagine Jeff picking you up for your Valentine’s Day date. Dinner is not what you were assuming and you find out Jeff had a helping hand in finally opening up to you.

Jeff X Reader pt.II

Your knee bounces nervously as you wait for Jeff to pick you up and your mother watches you with a small knowing smile. "So who is this boy? Do I know him?“

You try hard to not roll your eyes. "Yes, mom. It’s Jeff,” you deadpan, but try with all your might to slow your beating heart. “Jeff from the eighth grade who I had a terrible crush on.”

A sharp, sudden inhale of breath has you looking towards your wide-eyed mother. When you were little, you used to tell her everything, but puberty changed things and you two didn’t quite talk as much. “Jeff.. Atkins!” She nearly squeals. “When- how?!”

“The other day,” you sigh and meet her gaze head on. “Tony and Clay were poking fun at me for turning down all the jocks asking me on a date, so I made it into a little challenge.”

Mom smirks as she takes a seat next to you, eager to hear more. “Go on.”

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Through and Through

// Draco x Hufflepuff!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: When in Divination class the tea leaves in front of y/n are read and Trelawney predicts that great happiness will soon come, followed by trials and suffering. Y/n soon notices things about  a rather troublesome Draco Malfoy that she’d never seen before.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Mild language. Nervous, stammering Draco. Awkwardness.

A/n: This is going to have multiple parts to it (seven at the most, five or four at the least). I had this idea and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity! I hope you like it! I can’t quite remember if in Harry Potter if this is how it is, so excuse me if it isn’t, but for the sake of the story a person’s “aura” can be like, interpreted one’s Aura into emotions, basically. Also the timeframe/time setting or whatever may be off to the classes they are taking, but whatever don’t think too much about it. :)

Title: Through and Through | Part One. //

Y/n taps her finger impatiently on the desk, attempting to at least pretend to be listening to what Professor Trelawney was currently going on about. She had arrived late to class and her Professor had unknowingly punished her. She had made y/n take a seat at the table with only one other person instead of being able to join her friends. Draco Malfoy currently stares down at the delicate cup, a look of disgust on his face.

“This is bloody ridiculous,” he murmurs, glancing over at her slightly. “This nutty old witch has no idea what she’s talking about,” his eyes narrow as he looks back at the cup. His gaze shifts over to his book, which in theory was supposed to aid the students in reading the tea leaves. “I can’t make any sense of this bloody mess.” Y/n glances over, sighing deeply.

“I’m not quite sure if anyone can,” she says, directing her attention back to Trelawney as she suddenly appeared by their table. Before either of them have any time to react, she whisks one of the cups off the table, her eyes widening slightly. Draco casts a glance towards Y/n, watching her expression as Trelawney gasps dramatically.

“I can see it,” she whispers, her gaze turning to y/n, as both cups were close to her. “See it? Right there?” She points to an indecipherable mass of leaf gunk and y/n nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah…” she ventures, keeping her gaze away from Trelawney’s intense stare.

“I knew you had an eye for this,” Trelawney muses, smiling brightly at her. “It’s…” Her voice trails off as she squints at the cup, a loud gasp falling from her lips. “Oh, my dear, I’m so terribly sorry!” Sybill wails, setting the cup back down and moving in close to y/n. “You will soon experience great happiness!” Her eyes widen to an impossible size, her lips quivering slightly. “But it will be soon followed by-” her sentence breaks off into more incoherent mumblings of what seem to be apologies before she meets y/n’s gaze fully. “Horrible suffering…” The bell rings and all the students get up quickly, most happy to exit Divinations class.

Oddly enough, Draco gathers his stuff at a leisurely pace, until the moment Trelawney says:

“Wicked trials await you, beware! In the darkest of times, make the right decision! Don’t stray from the path!” Draco’s eyes almost seem to widen slightly as he grabs his bags in a hurry and rushes out of the classroom.

Y/n excuses herself and slides past her professor, running slightly to catch up with her friends.

“What the bloody hell do you think that was about?” Ron asks, his mouth slightly open from shock. Y/n stares forward and her lips turn down into a frown as she catches a glimpse of Draco’s quickly fading figure. “Y/n? Are you okay?” Ron stops walking, turning his full attention to y/n.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just…” Her voice trails off and she sighs, shaking her head. “You’ll all think I’m insane, but…what if she’s right?” She whispers and forces her gaze to the ground. Hermione laughs, shaking her head quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually buying any of this y/n. Come on.” Hermione shakes her head, a small flicker of anger sparking in her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“This is bloody ridiculous. This nutty old witch has no idea what she’s talking about.”

Y/n’s back stiffens slightly, Hermione’s words vaguely reminding her of what Draco had said only moments ago. Draco. Y/n breathes in deeply, staring at the ground. She clenches her fist and narrows her eyes.

“-no, no! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about Ron, don’t be bloody ri- Y/n, look out!” Just as Hermione’s words register in her brain, y/n crashes into something. She drops her books to the floor as she grips the person’s arm, her heart pounding wildly. Y/n lifts her gaze, grimacing when her eyes meet Draco’s. She lets go quickly, elbowing his hand off her arm in the process. She drops to the ground quickly and gathers her books, standing up and moving backwards next to Hermione.

“Watch where you’re going, Malfoy.” Harry snaps, stepping forward. “You should apologize.”

“Apologize? To her?” Draco steps forward and sneers at Harry. “Now why would I do that, Potter? Because famous Potter told me to? Hm? Are you upset with me, Potter? Have I hurt your girlfriend?” Draco’s last word comes out as a hiss, and he steps forward, not backing down even when Harry steps forward too. This surprises most of the people watching. Harry’s gaze flickers to the crowd of people.

“Harry, come on! It’s not worth it.” Ron mutters. She steps forward and grabs Harry’s wrist, pulling him back reluctantly. Draco’s gaze flickers to her hand. The angry, venomous expression on his face disappears and is replaced with one of confusion. His fist clenches at his side as his whole-body tenses, and he turns to her, forcing himself to meet y/n’s gaze.

“I’m sorry y/n.” He blurts out, moving past her hurriedly. Y/n’s lips part slightly as she turns around and watch him move through the crowd quickly, pushing people out of his way. Y/n lets go of Harry’s wrist and shakes her head, turning and going in the other direction.

Ron stares after him, shaking his head. “What in the bloody hell is with him?” He looks over at her with wide eyes. “Did he just apologize to you? What did you do to get him to apologize?” She shakes her head and opens her mouth to respond. “Bloody brilliant!” He exclaims, turning over to Harry, his mouth wide open.

Hermione walks up next to her, nudging her in the side gently.

“So, not to pile on…but how did you get Malfoy to apologize to you?” Y/n laughs softly, and she shrugs.

“I have my ways,” she jokes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Hermione and y/n burst out in giggles, the whole group unaware as they pass Malfoy and his friends. Draco stares at y/n as she moves past him, his lips turning down into a frown as his eyes narrow slightly.

Y/n runs quickly as she misses being late to Potions by a few seconds, earning herself a glare from Professor Snape. She inhales deeply, murmuring an apology as she rushes to the only empty seat available. She sets her bag down, taking out her books, parchment, quill and ink. She only turns to her right to check who she’s sitting next to when Snape mutters:

“Today we will be making Amortentia…turn to your partners, and begin working.”

She recoils slightly when she meets Draco’s cold stare.

“Well, looks like we’ll be partners.” He murmurs. “Right then, let’s get to work.” They quickly begin to work together in silence, moving along quite efficiently as they brew the potion.

The classroom is filled with varying levels of enthusiasm as the students begin to talk about what they smell in their potions. The kids’ who weren’t successful brewing it cower slightly as Snape lectures them.

Y/n glances over towards Hermione, Ron and Harry who are all near each other. Hermione’s gaze meets hers and she gives her a sympathetic look. Y/n turns away and sighs, looking down at the potion once again and inhaling it. There were many scents she’d anticipated to be in it; the smell of the Hogwarts library, fresh parchment paper, freshly fallen rain the cozy and inviting smell of the Hufflepuff Common Room. But one of the smells is completely foreign to her, and no matter how hard she tries she’s cannot remember where she has smelt it before, although it seems to be on the tip of her tongue. It’s an undefinable but absolutely alluring scent. The more she focused on that scent, the more prominent it became, and the more it confused her. She couldn’t remember smelling this anywhere else before. It smelt vaguely of some sort of tangy fruit, morning dew, and most conspicuously the smell of fresh, sharp, peppermint. Her eyes narrow slightly as she glances to her right. She sees Malfoy staring intensely at the Amortentia Potion, an utterly baffled look on his face. He straightens his posture instantly as he whips his head around to look at y/n, his eyes slanting as he meets her gaze.

What?” He hisses through his teeth. “Why are you staring at me?” Y/n’s mouth drops open as she gasps slightly, and her eyebrows shoot up.

Me? Staring at you? Bloody hell Malfoy, don’t let your dreams get the best of you.” His eyes shine slightly as a quiet, pleasant laugh leaves his throat. Soon his lips turn up into a smile as his eyes close, and he leans forward slightly, still laughing softly.

“I didn’t know you could be funny, y/l/n.” He says between laughs, sitting up straight in his seat and cocking an eyebrow. “Maybe you are pleasant to be around,” he comments, smiling teasingly.

“And maybe you’re not a complete git,” her words come out sounding harsher than she meant them to, and they seem to instantly sober Draco’s mood. His lips press into a thin line and his eyebrows pull down. Just as the class is dismissed he grabs his bag, sweeping his books off the table and into the opening of the bag, and opens his mouth to say something.

This is when y/n notices the slight dullness to his eyes that wasn’t there before, the undeniable, blatant sadness to them. He takes a moment, closing his eyes and sighing slightly-but only taking a second before his eyes snap back open.

“Farewell, y/n.” She can’t help but pull back in shock slightly when he doesn’t retaliate with an insult, and instead gives her a small, awkward smile before walking out of the room at an unnaturally quick pace for him, almost like he had just done something he shouldn’t have.

She stands up quickly, grabbing her bag and bolting out of the room to catch up with him. She didn’t understand the way her heart broke slightly when she realized she’d hurt him, but she wanted to make it right.

“Draco! Draco, wait!” He only pauses long enough to turn around and see her running to him, but that’s all she needed to catch up. “Draco- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to be rude…I just…” She speaks breathlessly, trying to gather her thoughts. “I just…it’s hard, to…to be nice to you- not that I don’t-I just, I want to be nice to you…I don’t mean to be rude, really… I guess it’s just hard because- because you’re so rude to my friends…and…I…” Draco holds up his hand, cutting off her jumbled rant as he shakes his head, offering her a forced smile.

“It’s fine.” He says.

“No- no, it’s not. You weren’t rude- you were actually being rather kind, and I just- I ruined it, I ruined it and…I was rude to you, Draco…I.” Draco puts his hand on her shoulder.

“Y/l/n, really. You ought to stop being such a Hufflepuff.” She recoils slightly at the emphasis he puts on the word.

“What’s wrong with that? Hufflepuff’s are very pleasant people. I don’t see anything wrong with them- plus, I am a Huf-”

“Y/l/n, I realize that…I just, I’m not good with words, I guess.” He says, a slight blush tainting his cheeks. “All I meant was you…you should stop being so kind. Someone’s going to hurt you one day- if you keep being…so nice to everyone.” He shuffles on his feet slightly, turning his gaze to the floor.

“O-oh…but I wasn’t nice to you, that was my whole point.” She replies, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Y/l/n you didn’t say anything wrong…nothing I haven’t heard before, and nothing worse than what I’ve heard before.” This statement seems to alarm her more than calm her nerves, and he shakes his head quickly. “Not that I- I didn’t mean it in that way, but…I think it’s clear to us both that not everyone…really likes me that much-” he shakes his head, cutting himself off. “It doesn’t matter. My point is- what was my point again…I could’ve sworn I was going to-” his sentence is cut short once again, but this time it’s by y/n’s arms wrapping around him as she pulls him into a hug.

“Draco, I-”

Oooh!” Trelawney gasps, her eyes widening to a seemingly impossible size as she clasps her hands together and leans forward. “Look at the two of you! I can sense great fondness…” She smiles wistfully. “Oh, to be young and in love…” Y/n and Draco’s eyes widen at that and they bounce apart.

“Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong!” Y/n says nervously. “Me and him, we aren’t!”

“Aren’t together, that is.” Draco says, cringing slightly and forcing his eyes shut. “Not romantically, I guess is what I’m trying to say. We aren’t even good friends,“ he stammers, his gaze darting all around. “Or in love, that is.” He adds, realizing afterwards how redundant his words are getting. He fakes a laugh, and moves a little further away from them. “I actually have to go- I’ve got to go- to class, that is.” Draco stammers over his words, his face turning a shade of pink as he turns away and pushes through the crowd of people, muttering a “Move, out of the way.” Every now and then. Y/n manages to slip away while Draco keeps Trelawney’s attention, as she calls out to him apologetically:

“I’m sorry…I could’ve sworn, by the look of your Auras-” She stops when she glance back towards where y/n was, realizing that both Y/n and Draco are gone, and she sighs, shaking her head and looking at the ground.

Before It’s Too Late (part 2)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: feelings and stuff, Nat, Pepper, Peggy and Wanda being assholes

A/N: here’s your part 2! hope you like :) I wanna know who you guys picture Kristen to be (based off the small lil description I wrote about her in this). I really wanna know!!

The date went well. Like really well. Bucky didn’t come home and say how weird she was or how annoying she was - no. He came home saying how perfect she was. How she knew how to keep a conversation going. They went on another date. And then another… and another until he asked her out.

She said yes.

So now it’s been a month and him and Kristen are very happy and you can’t do anything but pretend to be happy because on the inside you want to scream and ugly cry every time you see - even think - of them.

But unfortunately, you still have hope. It’s only been a month, right? Bucky’s not the type to be tied down in a relationship. It won’t last. Right? Sometimes you agree but whenever you see the genuine smile Kristen brings to Bucky’s face, you rethink.

When he told you about him and Kristen dating, you wanted to yell no; say that he was making a mistake because you were right there, in love with him and would give anything in the world to be with him. But you saw the sparkle in his eyes when he said her name and you couldn’t brush off the big smile he had on when he talked about her, so you kept your mouth shut and told him how happy you were for him.

All of your friends immediately asked if you were okay or how you felt about it all but you just smiled and told them you were happy because he was happy. And all you’ve ever wanted was for Bucky to be happy. They didn’t buy it.

You wanted to hate Kristen - you really did. You wanted to hate her because she stole Bucky’s heart. Because that was supposed to be you that he looked at with loving eyes, not her. But you couldn’t hate her, no matter how hard you tried because damn it she was just so perfect.

Kristen was beautiful - she was a goddess. She had thick light brown hair that stopped in the middle of her back and her smile could literally light up the darkest room and her laugh - oh god you hate to admit it but her laugh was pleasant to hear. She was funny as well but kind and had a big heart. Oh, how you wanted to hate her.

And because things are serious between the two, Bucky wants you and Kristen to spend the day together. Ever since they started dating, you refrained yourself from spending time with her for too long. You couldn’t do it. But Bucky wants his best friend and girlfriend - the two most important girls in his life - to get along and you’ve just realized that you can’t say no to Bucky.

So here you are in Peggy’s dorm with Wanda and Natasha, talking about everything.

“You don’t have to do it, Y/N.” Natasha says from her spot on Peggy’s bed where she was cuddling Wanda.

“Yeah, just say you have something important to do.” Wanda adds.

“Or just tell Bucky to fuck off with his ‘I want the two most important girls in my life to get along’ shit.” Peggy mocks Bucky’s voice and you all laugh.

You lick your lips. “No, no, I’m not gonna do that. It’ll crush him. I’m just gonna do it. Hopefully the day will go by fast. I just want Bucky to be happy.” you sigh out.

“And what about your happiness?” Pepper - the girl Tony’s been pining after - spoke up. “I know we’ve only know each other for three years now but Y/N your happiness means just as much as Bucky’s and it’s not fair that you have to suffer in order for him to be happy.”

“Ooo, she’s got a point.” Wanda nods.

“Fuck it up, Potts!” Nat hoots.

You shake your head at your friends.

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, if you want I can knock some sense into Bucky for you.” Peggy says and you smile.

“For an art major who should have a sharp eye when it comes to art certainly can’t see the real masterpiece in front of him.” Pepper adds.

Your smile grows.

“You’re the masterpiece, if you didn’t know.” Natasha spoke with a grin.

“Thanks Nat, I think I got that.”

It went silent for a good minute, you just staring down at your shoes as your smile slowly dissipated. You were thinking too hard again. If Bucky were there he would scold you for it. You could hear him now. “Stop thinking so hard! Your brain is gonna bust outta that pretty little head of yours!”

“Y/N?” Nat’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. When you look up, seeing all their eyes on you, you know that the mood shifted to down right seriousness. “You need to tell him before it’s too late. It’s not good for you to keep it in.”

“I’m fine, Nat. Plus we all know Bucky doesn’t do relationships. This one won’t last.” you respond, trying to convince them but mostly trying to convince yourself.

“Okay but let’s say this one does last. You’re his best friend which means you’ll be spending a lot of time with them. You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up Y/N. It’s not good. You’ll end up hurting yourself.” when you don’t respond she speaks again. “Stop hurting yourself like this.”

You hadn’t noticed the tear that rolled down your face but when you did, you immediately wiped it away and you let out a pained chuckle. “It’s too late anyways. Nothing good will come out of me telling him that I’m in love with him. If I told him, it’s very well possible that I’d lose him as my friend and I’m not risking that.”

“We just don’t like seeing you hurt.” Peggy spoke softly as she placed a comforting hand on your thigh. You smile, putting your hand on top of hers and squeezing it lightly.

“I love you guys, you know that?”

Wanda smiled. “We love you too.”

You push your hair back and let out a sigh before checking the time on your phone. “Oh shit I gotta go, Bucky texted me three times.”

You start gathering your things and head towards the door just as Peggy shouts your name. “Don’t push yourself with this, okay?”

You nod.

“And for the love of cupcakes and all things sweet, please tell Bucky how you feel, before it’s too late.” Natasha adds.

You give her a thin smile. “It’s already too late, remember?”

She doesn’t respond and you pull open the door, being met with Bucky who had his fist in the air, about to knock. Panic sets in. How long was he there for? Did he hear what you said? How much of it did he hear?

“Bucky,” you breathed, slapping a hand against your chest as your heart continued to beat rapidly. “What’re you doing here?”

He puts his fist down. “I texted you like three times and you didn’t answer so I went down to your apartment and no one was there then I figured if you weren’t at home that you must be at Peggy’s so I came here.”

“Jeez Barnes, let the girl live.” Peggy says and the girls snicker.

Bucky ignores her remark and continues. “I thought you were bailing on me and then I was like ‘wait, Y/N would never do that, she’d give me a reason for not being able to show up’ which brings me to my next question; Are you sure you want to do this? Because I know how you are around new people and if you don’t want to do this today we could always reschedule.”

You bite your lip and turn to face your friends who each gave you looks that said ‘stay and let us prevent the heartbreak that is bound to happen’. But you couldn’t do that to Bucky. So, you turn back to him and smile.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of time. Let’s go.”

“So how’s the relationship?” you ask Kristen as the two of you walked around the mall together.

“It’s amazing.” she beamed. “It’s so nice to spend time with you. Bucky never shuts up about you. He always goes on about how amazing you are and how funny you are - that you’re just a joy to be around and now that I’m spending time with you, I can see why he thinks that. You’re truly an amazing person.”

You smile.

Why the fuck does she have to be so nice. She’s making it difficult to hate her.

“Thank you.” you take the compliment like a champ. “And it’s nice to hang out with you too. It’s fun.”

Kristen gives you a warm smile as the two of you continue your journey throughout the mall, stopping now and then to go into some stores.

“You know,” she hummed. “I was hesitant about giving Bucky a chance.”

You snap your head towards her. “Why?”

“Well I had asked around about him and most girls said he was an asshole. That he’d go on dates and not call them the next day - or ever. Some even said he cut all contact after they had sex and I didn’t want to be in that place. So when he first asked me out, I said no. Then he started complimenting me, giving me flowers and all that and I was like ‘maybe they were wrong, maybe I should give him a chance’ and so I did. Best decision of my life.” you smile and she continues. “He’s a sweetheart. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. Bucky makes me feel completed. It might be a bit too early in our relationship to say this but… I think he’s the one.”

Your eyes widen and she chuckles when she noticed. “I know it sounds super crazy but I truly believe he’s it for me.”

You can feel your eyes water. They really like each other. They’re probably meant to be together and honestly, what did you think was going to happen? That it would be like one of those cliché fanfictions you read in high school where the best friends realize they’ve been in love with each other for a long time and end up together, happily ever after? No. This was real life, not fanfiction. Bucky has never seen you like that and he never will. All you can do is suck it up and hope that that this crush goes away and fast.

“Bucky really does like you.” you say softly. “I can assure you that you have made a good decision, dating him. He’s a good person and a good friend. You’re one lucky girl.”

Kristen smiles bright. “Does this mean you accept me? Because Bucky said he didn’t want to continue our relationship if you didn’t.. like me. Your opinion means a lot to him and I wouldn’t want to continue to date him if you didn’t like me.”

“Frankly, it doesn’t matter what I think.” you respond. “But to kill the suspense, yes I accept you. Welcome to the family.”

Kristen squeals and hugs you tightly, saying ‘thank you’ over and over again. You pat her back until she pulls away. “This means so much to me, honestly! We can go shopping together and you can help me - ooo you can help me get a gift for him, his birthday is coming up and oh! You can-”

She was cut off by your phone ringing. You murmur a ‘sorry’ before pulling it out, eyebrows furrowing when you read Pepper’s name. “I have to take this.”

Kristen nods and you answer the phone, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Oh thank god you answered. Listen, Wanda decided to take the stairs down instead of the elevator and she fell down them and now she’s in the hospital and I-I - just come, quick!” she spoke quickly, panic laced in her voice.

Your eyes widen. “Pepper, calm down okay? I’ll be there right now. What hospital is she at?”

Kristen gives you a worried look but you don’t notice. Pepper names the hospital and you tell her that you’re on your way before hanging up. “I’m sorry Kristen, my friend is in the hospital and she needs me.”

“Don’t worry! Go! I hope she’s okay.”

You nod and slip your phone into your pocket.

“Do you want a ride to the hospital?”

You remember that you arrived at the mall in Kristen’s car and curse.

“No, that’s alright, I can take the bus. The hospital isn’t far from here anyways.”

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Kristen, I promise it’s okay. I’ve got to go but it was nice hanging out with you.” you give her a smile and she flashes one in return. You say your goodbyes before leaving the mall. As you’re about to walk to the bus station, a car pulls up next to you. Peggy’s car.

“Peggy, what the-” you start but you immediately frown when you see Natasha, Pepper and Wanda - who looked perfectly fine - sitting inside.

“Get in loser.” Peggy says and Wanda opens the back door for you.

“What’s going on? Wanda looks fine.” you say as you got in the car.

“We lied. We came to save you.” Natasha replied.

Peggy drove away from the mall and you shake your head. Your friends were a bunch of assholes.

A/N: Tell me what ya thiinnnkkkkkkk. I know it’s pretty slow rn but stay tuned my friends :) I’ll edit l8ter.


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myownsaviour  asked:

did you notice minho in the fifth gif of this post/161425873385 ? he is mimicking taem lol i never noticed before so it became even more adorable to me ;;;;

How to Deal When the Most Endearing Thing to Ever Exist Is Right Next To You: A Guide by Choi Minho

1. Pay close attention to him as he struggles (as fondly as possible)

2. When it gets Too Much™ for you to handle, turn to your friend and (still fondly) demonstrate what’s gotten u smitten (reads: fanboy with your bff)

3. Encourage him to start again bc as endearing as it is to see him all awkward you want him to do his best

4. Get overjoyed and proud when he succeeds, then proceed to high-five him

5. At last, Lose It in the face of someone this impossibly cute

anonymous asked:

Do you think Betty recognized she had feelings towards Jughead? Or was the kiss her starting point?

i think, like with jughead, she’s always had an appreciation and respect for him. jug is the only person she recruited to help her revive the blue and gold. the only person she trusted, or believed, could help her solve jason’s murder. i think for her, it was purely friendship until that scene in her bedroom in episode 5. betty was so obsessed with archie, and the idea of them as a couple, that i feel like she never really noticed anybody else. she had a fling in LA, but, (admittedly without reading the comics), i feel like she likely wasn’t as into it as he was. how could she be when she was immediately back on the archie train when she returned? episodes 2 to 6 are her, i think, accepting that archie didn’t have feelings for her and moving on. i feel like episode 4 was really big in changing how she felt about him and viewed him. before that i think she kind of ignored any flaws that he had. in ep 4, the smoke had started to clear, and she was able to see things she’d previously ignored to protect the fantasy she had of them as a picturesque suburban couple. i think in that episode she realizes that she’d turned archie into a fantasy instead of a real person who makes mistakes. much like how nobody looked past her girl-next-door facade and just declared her as “perfect.” 

so, i think episode 4 really started to put things into perspective for her. that’s why in episode 5 when jughead shows up in her room, she’s like wow, would you look at that? that’s the first moment where her archie obsession had faded enough for her to realize how attractive jughead was. i still don’t think her mind necessarily went to right romance right after that, though. i think she was definitely developing feeling for him, but she was labeling it as friendship. likely because of what just happened between her and archie. she wasn’t going to make any assumptions that jughead’s support meant that he had feeling for her. i think the shift to romance in her mind was actually right before jughead kissed her. after he says “also” and struggles to find words, her eyes flick down to his mouth twice. she wanted him to kiss her. (btw: her literally walking away from archie’s voice and into her future in episode 6 is one of my favorite scenes).

the falling processes for betty and for jughead were quite different. firstly, jughead realized he had feeling for her a lot sooner than betty did. i think he was already in quite deep when he kissed her. i think he had to be for him to have kissed her. jug is a very guarded boy; so for him to put himself so far out there, he had to have reached the point where the possibility of exploring a relationship with betty outweighed his fear of being rejected by her. i think that he fell pretty hard pretty fast because of that soft spot that he’s always had for her. betty, i believe, fell more typically. what i mean is, in real life, falling in love with somebody generally (not always, of course) starts with oh, wow, they’re kinda cute and oh, wow, they make me feel good. that’s what betty experienced and then after they became a couple is when her feelings really deepened for him. which i think is a really good thing. she was in love with archie as a fantasy, but showing step-by-step betty’s affection and loyalty to jughead grow ensures that you know it’s real. she fell in love with him as she was getting to know him, and learning about his flaws, and discovering that he’s had a rough life. there was no smoke blinding her from the imperfections this time. she had a clear view of how ugly and unfair his life was and how it had sharpened his edges, and she still fell in love with him. –that’s one of the things i love about bughead. they’ve seen each other’s light and they’ve seen each other’s dark. they still have much more to learn about themselves and each other, naturally, but there’s no blinders in this relationship. they’ve seen each other as complete people, and love each other as complete people. 

deafeningmewhispers  asked:

A langst where Lance was in a abusive relationship before joining voltron and he has a had time dealing with these memories. After awhile the team notices he's showing signs of physical and emotionally abuse and they try conforting him about it.


Mentions of Physical, Mental, and Sexual Abuse. 

I more just hint at them but still read with care! 

Lance thought that they were perfect. He firmly believed that they would and could do nothing wrong.

Lance understood that he was a hard person to be with at times. 

He never questioned them when they would slap Lance when he got too loud. It’s okay, I should just learn to be quiet. 

Or they would tear Lance down every time he thought he looked good. They had a point, I should only look good for them, not for everyone on the street. 

Or even when they didn’t take no for an answer, Lance still didn’t say anything. I just need to get out of my shell more. 

Nothing could change Lance's mind about them, they were ‘perfect’. 

Lance dated them for almost 2 years before his mother begged him to leave them. She said that they were not healthy for Lance, Lance didn’t believe them 

It wasn’t until Lance found himself in the hospital, bruises and cuts littering his body. They had a fight, Lance wanted to go for a walk to clear his head and unfortunately they didn’t like the idea. 2 hours later Lance was rushed into the ER being found by the cops due to a ‘noise disturbance’ by their neighbors. 

It took his family a month to convince Lance to leave them. He finally did. 

However the damage was already done and Lance would be forced to live with effects. 


Lance didn’t notice the damage immediately but slowly he started to learn how bad he was damaged. 

The first thing Lance learned was how much anxiety it gave him when someone would stand behind him. He always thought that they would hurt him, even though they were just in line for lunch. 

The next think Lance notice is how he would flitch if someone raised their hand slightly to fast near him. He always anticipated when it would come down on his face, but it never came. They were just waving hi at someone. 

The last thing Lance realized was how much of a perfectionist he had become. Everything constantly had to be perfect. From his hair, to his clothes, to his work. He would be put in a spiral of panic every time someone critiqued him even the slightest. 

Lance became well acquainted with nightmares as the knights moved on. Every Night he always relieved what his life was like with them in it. 

Lance would often wake in a cold sweat, while crying into his pillow. He couldn’t escape what they had done to him. 


The main two things that kept Lance in one piece was his therapy sessions (provided by the Garrison) and the fact he could always call his mother to talk.

Anytime of the day she would answer his call and sing to him in Spanish and help him through his fits of panic. 

Lance didn’t think that he relied on those things as much as he actually did, until he found himself in space, very far away from the two things that grounded him. 


It didn’t take longs for Lance to feel the affects of going ‘cold turkey’ on his coping mechanisms. He didn’t exactly have a trained therapist to talk to and he couldn’t talk to his mother whenever he needed. He was alone. 


It didn’t take long for the team to realize that something was wrong with Lance, very wrong. 

Shiro nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack when he gave him a pat on the back. He had never seen someone jump so high and have trouble breathing like Lance over a pat on the back. 

Allura noticed after she told him to fly just a tad tighter in formation. She meant no harm in it, she was simply telling him what to fix. He flew the rest perfectly. She didn’t quite understand why his breath quickened and he ran out of the room. 

Hunk, Pidge, and Keith noticed when they were shopping for clothes. Lance had tried on a new outfit and immediately received a compliment from one of the stores workers. They told Lance that he looked fantastic and handsome. Lance immediately put the clothes back and walked out of the store, leaving his confused teammates behind. 

Cora grew suspicious when he saw Lance fold in on himself certain days. He also saw how pained Lance’s eyes looked when he talked about his past, avoiding certain areas of it. 


“Shiro I’m worried about Lance.” Hunk had approached him after training one day. Lance had showed up but didn’t exactly put much effort into fighting. He avoided everything the bot threw at him and barely fought back. 

Shiro looked at the boy “Yeah, so am I.” 

“What should we do?” Both Shiro and Hunk turned towards the voice only to find Pidge, Keith walking up behind her. 

Shiro looked at his team before turning towards Hunk, “Hunk, you’re his best friend do you know anything?” 

Hunk was silent for a few moments before he shook his head “No, he kept his life personal back at the Garrison.”

Everyone was lost in thought, thinking about what to do. 

Shiro exhaled “I hate to admit it but the more I think about it, the more I think I know about the problem.” 

Everyone stared at their leader. “What do you think it is?” Pidge pushed their glasses up higher on their face. 

Shior inhaled a shaky breath. “I believe that Lance may have been in a abusive relationship.” 

Everyone was silent. Nobody moved, they just let the words sink in. It all made sense. 

“He was in a relationship before he met me.” Hunk’s voice was barely a whisper. 

More silence 

“Should we confront him?” Keith glanced at the exit. 

Shiro glanced at everyone. “Yes. But we can’t force anything out of him. He need to tell us on his own terms.” 

Everyone nodded in response and made a plan to confront Lance. 


Finding Lance would be the easy part, getting Lance to talk would be challenging.  

Hunk was the first person to find Lance, he’d walked into the kitchen and saw Lance sitting at the table eating a plate of goo, looking at the wall. 

Hunk quickly backed out of the room and told the others where he was. They all made their way down to where Lance was. 

Lance barely looked up when they all entered the room and just kept his eyes on the wall. 

Shiro motioned for everyone to sit down and everyone looked at Lance. 

Lance took another bite of his food, and put his spoon down. He shakily ran his hand through his hair. “Hey guys, did I do something wrong?” 

Everyone shook their heads no and Lance slightly calmed down. 

After a minute or so of awkward silence Shiro cleared his throat. “Lance we need to talk to you.” 

“I thought you said I didn’t do anything wrong?” Lance’s eyes widened as his breath slightly picked up. 

“No you didn’t…. we are all worried about you Lance.” 

Lance looked at everyone and swallowed. “Why?” 

“Something’s wrong Lance, we want to help you.” Keith kept his tone light. He didn’t want their “rivalry” to ruin the moment. 

Lance started to play with the sleeves on his jacket. “I’m fine.” He wouldn’t look at anyone. 

Shiro inhaled until his lungs ached and slowly exhaled. “Lance we know that you were hurt in the past. We want to help and support you. We know something happened but we won’t force you to tell us. We won’t judge you and we only want to help you.” 

Lance slowly looked at everyone at the table. He looked back down, slightly trembling. He knew talking would help him a lot, it always did back on Earth. “Okay.” 

Sorry this took so long! 

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anonymous asked:

Ive had this idea on my mind for a while. What if Sans stumbles upon a human that can do magic, and of course he's wary, so he keeps an "eyesocket out for them", but the more he watches them the fonder he grows of them.(turns out they're a huge dork)

better late than never, right?


(hope you like this, i had so much fun and i kinda got carried away with it)

read me before following!

Pairing: Sans/Reader

Summary: Given the complicated history between monsters and humans, wariness of each other is nothing personal. Well, except between you and Sans. That’s very personal for one big reason: you can use magic.

After moving up to the surface, Sans sort of noticed that he’d been more reserved than usual.

He couldn’t really blame himself for that. Trust…was a hard thing to muster. Especially when he spent most his life watching not only over his brother, but himself.

It wasn’t as if the Underground was a harsh place to life. The camaraderie of monsters was simply more prevalent than it was on the surface. Humans had so much to learn. They focused more on what was different between them than what was the same. Despite being trapped on a small planet in the middle of nowhere, they still managed to create new wars over old ideologies.

…well. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh on them for that. After all…monsters held on to a certain kind of hatred for so long that it warped their realities and morals, too.

Back to the point: Sans wasn’t as friendly to humans as he was to other monsters. He hid it well with casual banter and whacky jokes. Anything to make people comfortable with his presence. If he could make himself seem safer by putting on a façade, then he would do it with the fakest smile he could muster.

But…living on edge all the time was tiring.

Especially since nothing had changed. When he was part of the sentry back in Snowdin, he would watch the world go by and keep his upbeat attitude for his brother.

Now, everyone he interacted with – aside from Papyrus – received the same treatment. Keep the humans away. Make sure your SOUL was locked up tight. And never let your guard down.

Even here, in the park, he couldn’t rest his bones. Seated on the bench, the sun raining down on his bleached skull, there was still a prickle of uncertainty flitting down his spine. He let his eyelights go dark in his sockets, relishing the warmth of this heady summer day, and absorbed every shred of stimuli that swept through him.


“Whoa! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” you shouted, having nearly mowed down the skeleton.

The gaggle of dogs continued to sniff and prod at him with wet, slimy noses, snuffling at his clothes and their tails growing stiff from pinpointing the source of the smell. You had your hands full. Literally. Their leashes were tangled up and around your wrist and fingers.

He had to admit, for a dogwalker, you were bold. Rollerblades strapped to your feet, wristguards and a helmet to keep you safe. You were already drenched with sweat trying to keep up with them, but luckily the tanktop and shorts were there to help you cool off from being worked so hard.

“heya, pups.” Sans reached out and patted one of them on the snout. They immediately reared back and barked playfully. “heh, yep. figured you’d get a kick outta me.”

“Sorry about that,” you repeated, burning from both the weather and sheer embarrassment. “I didn’t even see you here. The park is usually empty this type of day since it’s during school.”

“yeah, guess both of us don’t have that commitment then, huh?”

“Nope. I’m living the dream, as you can see.” You nodded to the group. “I work at the…well, it’s a nonprofit organization for rescued dogs. Maybe you’ve heard of us. ‘Bark Over Bite’?”

He hadn’t, but nodded anyway. “sure have. doin’ great work out there.” He figured as much, based on how comfortable the pups were with you.

“Anyway, gotta get back out there. I’m on a tight schedule. Thanks for not scolding me! You wouldn’t believe some of the nasty things old people say when you get in their personal bubble. I’m guessing you’re a little on the younger side, then.” You smiled politely. “See you!”

He didn’t bother saying anything back, already relieved you were gone.

Sans was content to spend the rest of the afternoon by himself, like he’d planned, but you obviously had other plans.

“WHOA! Slow down, guys! Wait!”

Even from this far away, he heard the sheer panic in your voice. Something that sent an unpleasant skittering along his bones. He glanced over and saw how wobbly your stance was, how your muscles strained as you did your best to come to a stop. But the full weight of your horde of dogs was enough to tear you from that hope and put you back into a dangerous reality.

Sans followed your trajectory and saw where you were headed. There was a small crowd of kids with ice cream cones wrapped in their sticky hands, lapping at the treats. They spotted the dogs and decided to call them all over with their afternoon sweet as an incentive. Between the high-pitched cooing and the whooping and cheering as the dogs zeroed in on the ice cream, Sans saw a recipe for disaster.


By some miracle, you’d managed to stay upright despite the leashes propelling you forward at breakneck speed. Sans stood on top of the bench to get a better view, his SOUL flaring to life in the middle of his chest, and his fingers ready to snap into action despite how little he really cared.

In a split second, he felt the CRACK! of magic.

Your body turned light blue. So did the dogs. And kids. Their SOULs were drawn out of their chests, so heavy and thick with excess magic that they ran in slow motion. None of them knew what was happening to their bodies so they all hesitated…just long enough that you passed through each other.

He couldn’t believe it.

Sans didn’t do that.

So who did?

He searched around but couldn’t find any other monster. It was just humans here.

At the end of the path, you had managed to stop long enough to tear the rollerblades from your feet. You’d met a rough stop by crashing into a tree and flopping into the grass, but the dogs were completely fine. The kids were shocked. Shaken up a bit. Some of them jumped up and down and shook out their limbs as best they could, at least not hard enough to have the scoop of ice cream fall from their cones.

Sans scanned the perimeter but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Maybe it was because…

You were the one who used the magic.



You approached the kids more calmly this time. The dogs panted and wagged their tails, licking the fallen ice cream cones and tears from the kids’ faces. The teacher, who must’ve stepped away for just a minute to help another kid with a bloody nose, saw the commotion and rushed over.

“Are they all trained? Will they bite?”

“Nah. These are our best-behaved dogs. Err, I mean, they’re still learning boundaries, but none of them are aggressive and work closely with kids.”

Sans watched you check the kids secretly for wounds. And then…

“Hey, I think I’ve got a few leaves in my hair.” You approached a child with a slight scrape on their elbow. “Can you help me get it out?”

She nodded and reached up, pudgy fingers tangled in your locks. You winced from her rough handling, but she managed to grab one. It looked…especially green. Almost like fresh grass sprouting in the spring after a long, earth-quenching rain. And after she took it, it almost…faded away. Her scrape didn’t look so red any more…wait, where did it go?

If he had a stomach, it would’ve dropped.

“See you later, puppy!” one of the kids cried. “Bye bye!”

You waved and the dogs followed you, satisfied with their midmorning treat and the overwhelming affection of the kids.

Sans wasn’t going to ignore this. It was crucial information.

A human. Could use. Magic.

And maybe it wasn’t that well developed. Maybe you were just the freak product of some ridiculously recessive gene soup. But he knew one thing: humans with magic once wrought havoc on monsterkind hundreds of years ago. If they had the advantage now, who knew what kind of selfish, horrible things they could accomplish?


“heading over to the animal shelter.”


Sans poked at his breakfast. The milk in his cereal bowl bubbled at him in response.

“you’re awesome, bro. i’ll make sure to ask if they want it.”


Papyrus was busy on the surface. Which was good. He had his own business going and made a lot of friends. Sans knew that his brother would flourish so long as he held on to his boundless optimism and confidence. He met so many cool people in town after seeking out friends, and Frisk introduced him to the more proper way of expanding his social network. By now, he had far more friends than he did strangers in his life – and Sans was very proud of him for that.

Sans, on the other hand, mainly kept in contact with old pals through his phone. He and Toriel texted often. Alphys tagged him in bad memes on Undernet. And he was always typing up bad jokes on the selfies his old buddies took.

For right now, he worked by himself on some independent science projects. He never thought he’d jump back into it, but after Undyne bought him that kid’s chemistry set as a joke one year, he was determined to create something that would knock the big grin off her smug face.

He parked in front of the place and managed to pull the box full of food out. He was sure that the shelter wouldn’t reject the donation.

The atmosphere inside was…nice. Seemed like a clean and friendly enough place. There was a playpen off to the corner where several puppies were barking and wrestling with each other. A cat seated on top of the counter stared at him, slow blinks and all, as it repositioned itself to lean toward the bell at the counter.

Ring me! it read.

He did as he was told, but not before setting down the box on the ground so he wouldn’t have to deal with it any more.


He recognized your voice. He hadn’t expected you to be here today; he thought maybe he’d snoop and try to pick up on some clues. Not that you would actually show up. He really hoped that you didn’t—

“Hey! It’s you!”

—recognize him.

You grinned and leaned over the counter, your hair in disarray. It looked like one of the animals had gotten sick all over your shirt. That or it was paint. “Nice to see you again. I’m glad you decided to check us out! What can I do for you?”

Sans bent down and brought up the case full of food. “got some donations for ya, courtesy of my bro. he was real touched when i told him about what you do, so this is from him.”

“Oh man, tell your brother he’s the best!” You reached over and snatched it from him without any hesitation. You must’ve been used to hauling dog food back and forth, because you didn’t even flinch from the added weight in your arms. “Hey, he should stop by sometime. The dogs would probably thank him personally. How does he feel about wet puppy smooches?”

That got a smile out of him. “eh. think he’d rather they don’t. he’s got a thing about affection.”

“Ah, no problem, then. We’ve got some oldies here who don’t wanna do anything but cuddle. Did you want to take a tour?”


He wasn’t sure why he said it. He meant to do some light spying and then take off. Not interfere with what you were doing. Maybe he was just curious because he wanted to see the extent of your powers.

As far as he knew, you could do two: blue and green magic. That was more than what he had control over, and it was unheard of for anyone to use more than one. What was your deal?

The rest of the building was basic. There were a few acres of land in the back with a tall enough fence that the dogs couldn’t jump over it. Lots of worn toys strewn everywhere. Drool around every corner, some pictures of the dogs that some kids drew hanging over their beds. It smelled bad, and the place looked like it’d seen better days, but you were trying your best to keep it together.

“crazy what happened yesterday, huh?”

You paused. Finished stacking the cans in the cupboard. “Oh, the kids? You saw that?”

“yeah. it’s real lucky no one got hurt.”

“I know. I should’ve been more careful.” Your voice was soft now. “Sometimes it’s hard to control…the dogs. You know. And they can be a little…wild, when they’re distracted. I think all they need is…practice? I can help them the best they can.”

“sounds like you’re stretched thin here.”

“Kind of. One of our supervisors quit. He moved away to retire somewhere warm and tropical with his husband. Not that I blame him. But that means longer nights for me! Which, I don’t mind, I practically live here. And overtime pay is great. Still kinda lonely though.”

He stared at your dejected expression.

“But I mean. Anyway. It’s not that big of a deal.” You shoved it all aside. But even from here he could see the uncertain waver to your SOUL. “So, uh, where do you work, Sans?”

“right now i’m takin’ a break. who knows. might end up teaching a few courses down at the community center. but eh. besides that, don’t really got a plan.”

“Man, that’s so cool. I mean. You seem pretty well put together. I never would’ve guessed.”

“heh. uh, thanks?”

It started to get dark outside. Sans hadn’t learned much about you in terms of what your magical skill was like, save for the very clear uncertainty from your awkward runaround about yesterday’s near mishap. So this was a bust.

“I gotta get back to painting this new playroom. I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

“yeah. see ya.”

From the corner of his eye, he watched you stare hard at the blank wall you’d been working on. Your clothes were a mess, the paintbrushes frayed, and it looked like you’d all but given up on trying to preserve the floor from your wrath. In the middle of it all, you managed to let out a weary sigh and push yourself to finish.

Sans headed home and found Papyrus already setting the table for dinner.


“yep. a girl at the front desk told me to tell you that you’re super cool for thinkin’ of them. think you’ve got a new fan.”




“think so.” He drew the text up to read it and respond before he shoved his phone away.

aly aly oxenfree: snas, i found the info ur lookin 4!!!

snas: ok, so what’s the deal?

aly aly oxenfree: the organization is legit. right now there are only 3 employees. they pay a little above the minimum wage, but rely on public donations and fundraisers to keep their doors open.

snas: and the girl?

aly aly oxenfree: found out where she lives. that’s about it. are u sure that u saw what u said u did?

snas: i’m sure

aly aly oxenfree: & u don’t wanna tell toriel???

snas: gotta make sure she’s ok with monsters before all that.

aly aly oxenfree: she can take care of herself, oh my god

snas: yeah but she’s too nice sometimes

aly aly oxenfree: & ur not?

snas: g2g

Maybe it was cowardly to snoop around while you were at work. But he had to know just who it was that he was dealing with.

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the shelter. It was probably a ten-minute walk. Not the best neighborhood, but not the worst either. It looked like you lived alone. And you forgot to close the curtains before you left. He was just lucky you were on the ground floor.

Inside, your place was somewhat of a mess. Wrappers and empty fast food containers piled up in the kitchen. Your décor was a little…weird. Lots of figurines and collections from various fandoms. Alphys would’ve gotten a kick out of this if she came.

In the corner of the room, almost indiscernible among the thick layers of dust, was a statue of a figure so familiar it made him sick.

A human mage.

So that explained it. You knew about your magic use. This wasn’t some sort of weird coincidence where you were discovering your powers. You had stacks of library books around the statue – maybe references about the history of your talents. Maybe techniques to help you refine your craft.

Whatever the case, this only furthered his suspicion that you needed to be kept in check.

It didn’t take him long to get to the shelter.

“Hey, it’s you!”

“name’s sans. here for a job.” He planted the flier on the counter. “you still need help takin’ care of the animals?”

For the most part, you were always suspicious of people that wanted to work at your shelter. Mostly because so many people had flaked out before. It wasn’t easy introducing a lot of traumatized dogs to new people.

But Sans seemed different, in a way. And not because he was a skeleton or a monster. It was…more because of his attitude. A little laissez-faire. A little cynical, from what you could tell. Despite all of that, he seemed genuine in his desire to work with all the dogs. It…wasn’t as if you could afford to turn anyone else away. Not when the flu was going around and the person covering your days off was sick to their stomach.

“So…what made you wanna apply here?”

The interview was incredibly informal since you were the only one who could give it.

“seems like a neat place. you’ve got a good thing going. met some of your pups, and i think all they need is some tlc.”

“Do you have any experience with pets?”

“course i do. we got our own dog back home. he mostly sleeps in my room.”

“Aww, cute. So, let’s go through some scenarios…”

Suffice it to say, Sans passed with flying colors. He was so damn charismatic despite acting so casual. It was an admirable trait.

“When can you start?”

“you got time to train me today?”

“Sure! Let’s do it!”

You had already given him a tour, so some basics wasn’t that bad. Showing him the chart of all the dogs’ diets, where the food and water was kept, the schedules with everyone’s exercise and play time. Sans approached them carefully and always respected their boundaries, especially when you included him in the scheduled fun.

Over the next few weeks, Sans performed way above your expectations, which was already high to begin with. But you noticed something…weird.

For one, Sans would barely make eye contact with you. Hey, everyone had their issues and interacted with the world differently. But it felt like he was so engaging with possible foster parents and adopters. Not you. Which kind of hurt your feelings.

Second, he never wanted to hang out with you after work. Which. Okay. You sort of understood why he wouldn’t, since work and personal lives were easiest when kept separate. But he was so cool with you before, when you first met, so you wondered why his tune had changed.

Third, and weirdest of all, Sans was never alone with you. If you needed his help with something, he would find another task to do and complete it on his own. There was no small talk between you anymore. If anything, it felt like he was keeping you at arm’s length on purpose. As if he was just around the corner, observing but never engaging. How weird was that?

“Hey, Sans. You want to grab something to eat?” It was bath day for the dogs, which meant you were in no position to cook tonight. Not with your aching body. “I know this really cool place down the street.”

“thanks for the offer, but i’m good. my bro is comin’ to pick me up. we’ve got a dinner to get to.”

“Oh. Sounds awesome. I hope you have fun.”

You were putting on your shoes when the door burst open. “SANS! THE CAR IS RUNNING OUTSIDE AND YOUR FAVORITE SONG IS ON! WE HAVE TO HURRY BEFORE IT’S OVER!”


Who was that?!

Well, obviously it was Sans’ brother. But he was so TALL. He and his brother looked like exact opposites. You expected another slouchy monster with a weird sense of humor, definitely not this ridiculously handsome and cool dude who peered at you like you’d just grown another head.



“YOU!!! I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU.” He dug into his pocket and grinned as he handed it to you. An autographed picture of himself. “I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO GIVE THIS TO YOU.”

“Wait a second, you’re the brother who donated food to my pups?”


“Whoa.” That was all you could muster before he reached out to shake your hand, which you returned warmly. “I’m gonna put this on my list of STAR donors! Is that okay?”

“A-ABSOLUTELY!” He put his hands up to his chin and you laughed at the faint blush dusting his cheekbones. “I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS, FOR I AM THE MOST GENEROUS OF PEOPLE.”

“Seems like it. Hey Sans, your brother is just as awesome as you said he was! He’s getting washed up, I think, we were knee-deep in soapy water all day.”




“Ah, I’m okay….”



Papyrus glanced over. Sans stood in the doorway, suspicion written all over his face.

“you’re here early.”


“Oh, I don’t know…” You chewed on your lower lip. “I—I uh, don’t think Sans will want me there.”


You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sans? Being nice and amicable with his coworkers? Treating them like friends? Seriously?


You knew Sans didn’t want you there. But you were starving. And it would be nice to get out of the house. Your couch was going to have buttprints soon with how much time you spent there.

“Sure. Thanks, Papyrus!”


Oh. The air was tense. Sans was so uncomfortable the entire ride there. Which…you really didn’t understand. Was he embarrassed of his friends? Of the place? Or…was he embarrassed of you?

The bar was one you’d walked by probably a hundred times. A cozy place that wasn’t too busy at night, at least not enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear yourself think.


“Yeah, my other coworker caught it not too long ago. She got over it, but now she’s taking care of her kids.”


It was awkward at first, sure, but Papyrus did his best to make you feel welcome. Alphys and Sans were texting on their phones all night. You were…like ninety-nine percent sure that it was to each other. Maybe they were in a group chat with this Toriel person to check up on her. Undyne wasn’t really interested in you very much, since she was watching a swimming competition on the TV. Papyrus was the one to engage you the most, asking you all sorts of questions about working at the shelter.


“…she sings to ‘em.”


“I—I definitely do not,” you laughed nervously, taking another long drink. “I just take them for a little walk, that’s all.”

“heh. not really. she’ll sing ‘my only sunshine’ to ‘em and snuggle with them in their rooms.”

“I definitely DON’T do that?”

“yeah you do. they like her voice. mostly ‘cuz she gets so passionate.”


“she dances, too. then they howl with her.”

He was exposing all your secrets! What the hell! You made sure to only do that kind of shit when he said he was going on break!


“didn’t even tell ya the best part. she has nicknames for all of ‘em. and she trains ‘em to give high fives to people when they take a lot during adoption drives.”

“W-what?” Alphys giggled. “That’s so cool!”

“It’s really not a big deal…”

Sans continued, not bothered in the slightest by your panicked protests. “she makes flower crowns for ‘em, too. most of ‘em let her put it on and then she takes photos for the website. then she backs out on uploadin’ ‘em because she thinks the crowns aren’t good enough.”

“It’s because they eat most of the flowers in the backyard or they wilt them!”

Sans locked eyes with you. The suddenness of his eye contact was jarring, to say the least.

“you care a lot about those animals. that’s real clear.”

“Oh…um. Thanks.”

“just statin’ the obvious.”

After eating a hearty meal, which Papyrus insisted he pay for in exchange for you dealing with his brother at work, he offered to drive you home. You agreed.


“Sure. Come on in. Uh, mind the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”

The apartment was quiet, too much for your taste. You always needed the TV on to make it seem less lonely. Sans was lucky – he had a sibling to share his life with.

“OKIE DOKIE, BE RIGHT BACK!” Papyrus dashed off after you pointed him in the right direction. It was…nice?…to see him so enthusiastic about proper hygiene.

Sans stood in front of your bookshelf. A collection of all sorts of things that you were interested in. He seemed to fixate specifically on a leather book wedged between several young adult novels, though he wasn’t going to mention anything to you.

“That’s…um. Well. I borrowed that from the library that closed not too long ago.”

the precision of magic control, huh?”

“Um. Yeah.”

Awkward silence.

“Monsters are really cool. Being able to do magic. It’s normal for you guys. For humans, that sort of thing was debunked a long time ago. Now people are only beginning to understand it. Hopefully we can learn more from you.”

“hope so.”

You flinched at the coldness to his tone. “Sans?”


“Do you not like me?”

He paused for a moment, but didn’t even bother looking at you. “what makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling. It’s okay if you don’t. I’m kind of weird. I talk to animals a lot, I spend most of my time playing around, and I work my ass off to give away dogs that I really do love and am attached to. It’s kind of dumb. The two of us have grown up in different places, so…I can see why you’d have a hard time getting along with me.”

Sans reached out and plucked the book from the shelf. There were scribbled notes in it.

“why do you read about this kinda stuff? looks like it’s been here longer than we’ve lived on the surface.”

You swallowed. “Well. Actually. Uh. The thing is…I want to learn about it because…I…”

A long silence. Sans waited a few more seconds before he spoke.

“that day, in the park. saw you use magic.”

“You did.” Of course he did. You weren’t exactly subtle. “It was so stupid. But I didn’t know what else to do.”

“humans don’t even have that ability any more.”

“They don’t. I’m a freak.”

He wasn’t sure why, but his chest ached at that accusation. “nah.”

“No, really. I am. I’ve had magic for as long as I can remember. I’ve taught myself so much. But it feels like all I ever do is hurt people with it. Unless I’m alone. Then the only person at risk is myself. And it’s not like anyone would care.”

That last bit wasn’t what you meant to say. It just fell out.

But Sans closed his eyes and stuffed the book back to its rightful place.

“that’s where yer wrong.”

“I am?”


He turned toward you. Hands in his pockets. Eyes locked with yours. That signature grin of his fading to more of a grimace.


“i gotta apologize. i got you all wrong. had this…notion of ya in my head. about what you’d be like. what kinda person you were. looks like i’m just…a bonehead.”

“It’s okay, Sans.”


“Was that a pun?”


“Ewww, I regret this immediately!” you laughed. “I don’t wanna be friends any more.”

“aw, c’mon. throw me a bone here.”


Papyrus came out to the both of you laughing. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? HAVE I ENTERED A PARALLEL UNIVERSE?! OH NO. NOT AGAIN!”

Sans grinned. “relax, bro. we’re just doin’ what coworkers do. rib each other.”

“Get him out of my house!” you joked.


“Wait, Papyrus, no! I was kidding!!!” You chased after him as he carted Sans out the door over his shoulder, already starting what looked like an hour-long lecture.

It was funny how a simple forced hand could be the turning point you were looking for. After that night, Sans seemed…more like himself, if that made any sense. He joked more often, smiled more wholeheartedly, and…

Couldn’t leave you alone for a second.

“so how old were you when you first realized you could use magic?”

“Um, maybe four or five? There was this butterfly with a crippled wing. So I healed it with a shower of leaves. I thought I could show it how to fly and it would take off again. Turns out I just used the leaves as a…conduit so I could use healing magic on it.”

“so you know green is for healing?”

“Yup. I do read monster literature, you know. It’s helped me a lot.”

“ok. what about the blue magic?”

“That one came a little later. I almost got hit by some creep on one of those scooters. He was trying to scare me and get me to jump into the lake to avoid him, but I ended up choking. I just stood there when he came full force. Then he passed right through me.”


You handed him the fresh bowl of food as he dropped them down one by one. You’d trained the dogs to all wait their turn eating, and spread the bowls across the lawn so no one would have an issue with you. And some careful redirecting would be in order in case any of them decided to be greedy, but they’d been much more well-behaved lately.

“So what are we? Blue buddies?”

“heh. what?”

“Blue buddies. We both have blue magic.”

“oh my god.”

“Whaaaat. Don’t laugh at me, Sans! It could be a thing!”

“hey, i can think of something else that could be a thing.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“you…n’ me…” He started to sweat. Was he okay? Could skeletons overheat? “uh…heh…grabbin’ those tennis balls we lost over the fence.”

“Shit, I forgot about that. Let’s go right after the dogs are done.”

Movie nights. Dog walks in the park. Touring the city’s restaurants. It was all uphill from there. Sans was always looking for an excuse to hang out, a far cry from what you experienced firsthand. He and Papyrus were experts with blue magic, so a lot of the time you would stop by their place and learn more about control and finesse. Papyrus was far more helpful in that sense, since he showed you how to do things, while Sans just distracted you from the sidelines and tried to make you laugh.

You and Sans took overnight shifts waiting for a new litter of puppies to be born. One of the strays you took in from the shelter this past week was pregnant and ready to burst, but you just knew that the breed of dog was going to be hard to adopt out, so they handed them all over to you.

It was about four in the morning when you took the phone call. It was Sans.

“hey, you wanna come down here for this?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’ll be there.”

Fifteen minutes later, you joined him on the floor, at a comfortable distance from the mother as she did her best to deliver her litter. Sans had his back against the wall, knees drawn up, watching the sight in morbid fascination. Probably not at all how monster deliveries worked.

“You okay?”

“heh. sure.”

You could tell something was bothering him. “Are you sure? You seem a little out of it. I can sort of tell these things now. You have different smiles.”

“do i?” That one was for amusement. “guess you would know. yer gettin’ to be a little too perceptive for me to pull one over on ya.”

“I guess I am.” You glanced over at his hand, which twitched against the cool tile of the sterile room. “Hey, Sans?”

“what’s up.”

“Being here with you is like green magic.”

“uh….” He stammered. “i don’t get it.”

“Feels good. Like…the feeling I get when I heal someone. It’s warm in a good way. Starts out in the center of your chest, then goes all the way down to the tips of your toes…and your fingers.”

Sans nearly choked. He looked down and saw your hand resting on top of his. He could see his reflection in your eyes. Scared. Confused. What were you doing?

“And it’s kinda weird, but blue magic too. Where you have to stop and take everything in, otherwise you might get hurt. You take your time and wait it out to see where it goes.”

Oh man. He blushed. Hard. This was not happening. Was it?

“I think maybe I might get experience with orange magic soon. Where you look at the path ahead and just…go for it. Because sometimes you have to be brave to progress.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask you if you were being serious, because you had promptly kissed him just hard enough that yeah, he knew exactly what you meant. Warmth. Hesitation. Excitement. All of it wrapped up in a bundle of static that settled in the center of his chest, sparking outwards and sending every last part of his body on fire.

You pulled back. Lips swollen from the kiss. He hadn’t even realized this earlier, but your face was flushed too.


“Whoa…is right. Is it…um…a whoa of approval?”

He could barely nod.

You laughed and your nose wrinkled, leaning forward to plant another one on him. “Oh. That’s good to know.”

At five in the morning, eight puppies were born. Sans named them after all the magical traits. Of course, you gave them silly nicknames everyone would use around the building.

At six in the morning, you and Sans left the shelter. Your coworker’s shift started and she would watch over the new mom and her pups.

At seven in the morning, you both went out for breakfast. Apparently, there was even a fight in the restaurant, but the both of you were so engrossed in each other that you hadn’t noticed. Sans picked up the bill and you promised you’d get it next time.

At eight in the morning, Sans stood outside your apartment as you sealed your new relationship with another long, ardent kiss. You struggled with the mechanics of it still, but nothing a few bouts of awkward laughter wouldn’t fix.

Sans walked on air as he made his way home to share the good news with his brother. Maybe moving to the surface wasn’t a mistake after all.

Golden - William Nylander

Requested by anon: can i get a william nylander imagine because he won worlds?? and maybe have backstrom make an appearance because i love their friendship. thanks :-)

A/N: I’m actually quite proud of this one. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1210

Warnings: google translator swedish.

Master list

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to inform you that we will soon be landing on the Cologne Bonn airport in Cologne. It’s currently 2pm, local time. The temperature outside is 18º Celsius, 64º Fahrenheit. The crew hopes that you’ve had a pleasant flight and we are looking forward to seeing you on future trips, thank you.” I ignore the flight attendant who is giving now the same briefing in German and look out the window, looking at the city of Cologne from the sky.

I had never thought that I would be leaving Toronto to go to see my boyfriend play in a World Championship, but life has funny ways and I can’t wait to see what mine has in store for me.

After the loss against the Washington Capitals in the Stanley Cup Playoffs my boyfriend William decided to join team Sweden in Europe to play at the World Championship, but everything was planned so last minute that I couldn’t get enough time off from work to go with him. I have hated watching the games from home, wanting to be there to support my boyfriend more than anything. When the Tre Kronor made it to the Final I couldn’t just stay in Toronto, so I booked a plane ticket to Cologne. Without telling Willy. Because I just love surprises.

The plane lands and after a little while we are cleared to unbuckle our seatbelts and leave. My legs feel stiff from spending so much time sitting on a rather uncomfortable seat, but I’m so excited to be her that I almost don’t care. After getting my suitcase I walk through the doors that take you where the families wait and start looking for Alex and Michael. It doesn’t take me long to see Alex’s blond hair.

“(y/n)! How was your flight?” He greets me, giving me a hug. Alex and I have a really great partner-in-crime relationship, which annoys Willy greatly.

“It was good. A little long, but good.” I say, moving from him to Michael to give him a hug as well. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem. I’m sure that Willy is going to love to have you here.” Will’s dad says and you nod excitedly.


I slap the tears off my face as I see your boyfriend tackling Henrik Lundqvist. They’ve won. My boyfriend is a World Champion. Will hasn’t noticed me yet, he was too focused on the game and now he is too busy celebrating, which is fine; I’m just happy to get to see him win. Alex is taking what could be considered as an excessive amount of pictures and Michael is standing besides me, looking at his oldest son with such pride that makes my heart flutter.

When I thought that anything could make this moment any better William is named the Most Valuable Player of the Competition and my hands can’t control the amount of proud tears that are leaving my eyes. My makeup is ruined, but I can’t care less about it. Also, I’m not the only one crying at this point, but I’ll never tell how Alex is quick to wipe the tears out of his face before anyone notices it. The team finally makes it out the ice, but we stay on our seats for a little longer, knowing that it will be awhile before they make it out the locker room. I try to answer as many texts from my friends and family back home as I can, but I can’t help it but to burst into laughing when I get one from Will.

“WE MADEEEE IT! I wish you were here.” I read out loud for his brother and father and they chuckle too.

I’ve seen it! I’m so proud of you. Congratulations, my love.” I type out, topping it up with a bunch of gold medals and trophies emojis.

Alex, Michael and I wait for what it seems like forever before Will texts Alex saying that he will be out soon, so we made our way to the hall to join the rest of the families. Everyone is smiling and, even though I don’t know any Swedish but pet names and cute little phrases here and there, I know that they are as excited to see the new World Champions as I am.

Players start coming out the doors that lead to the locker rooms and the hall erupts on cheers while the men join their families. I keep my eyes on the door until I see him, wearing his suit with no tie and carrying the MVP award and the gold medal on his hands. He doesn’t notice me as he spots his dad and brother, waving at them as he makes his way through the crowd.

“Alex! Påve –” He stops dead on his tracks when he sees me standing in between the two men, looking at him with a smile. “Älsking? (Love?)”

Alex and Michael step a side, leaving more room for Will to come hug me. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, holding me close to him as he buries his face on my neck.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, letting go of the awards, which his father is taking from his hands, so he can hold me properly.

“I couldn’t miss it.” I just answer, wrapping my own arms around his neck.

“You didn’t tell me.” He doesn’t sound accusatory, he is just stating the fact that I, indeed, didn’t tell him.

“It was a surprise.” I whisper. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t know if I’m happier because of the Championship or because you are here.” He says, making me laugh at how cheesy he sounds.

He puts me down eventually and walks towards his brother, who hugs him as well and says a couple of words in Swedish which I don’t understand. I hang out by Alex side as Michael and Will share a longer embrace, Michael’s voice cracking every once in awhile as he speaks with his oldest son.

“Nylander.” I hear a voice from behind us and we all turn around, meeting the Backstrom family.

“Nick!” Michael says, his hand clashing with the other man’s as they pull each other into a brotherly hug before Nicklas moves over to Alex and then to me, looking at Willy inquisitively.

“(y/n)?” He asks and Will nods, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his side. “So the lucky charm was here after all.”

“Apparently.” Willy chuckles, kissing my temple in an affectionate way that makes everyone else smile.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you.” Nicklas offers me his hand and I shake it, smiling at him. “Well, actually he was whining about how much he wished you were here.”

“I didn’t whine.” Will defends himself, holding me even tighter.

“Yes, you did.” Michael, Alex and Nicklas say at the same time, making you laugh.

“I didn’t whine, I’ve just missed you a lot.” He whispers to my ear.

“I am here now.” I answer him. “And I don’t have a ticket to go back.”

Jag älskar dig. (I love you)” He says.

Jag älskar dig med (I love you too), my love.”

Letters from Verona

My attempt at finally writing a fic based off of this post

A/n: I decided to set the time of this fic back a bit - this fic takes place right before Jughead walks Betty home in Chapter 7: The Lonely Place

I’ve written and rewritten this fic so many times, and honestly it was the toughest fic I’ve ever written. I felt like I could have kept editing it forever, so I finally bit the bullet and just published it - I hope I did it justice!

It had been a long week for Betty Cooper. Polly’s disappearance had placed an unbearable weight on her heart and mind, and her mother’s media storm had done nothing to help her heightened state. Out of options and helpless to improve the situation, Betty had chosen to focus on the tasks that needed finishing. Tonight, that meant editing and revising the newest edition of the Blue & Gold. She dove into her articles until late in the night, until the vast majority of the building had emptied out and the sun had long disappeared.

“Juggie? Hey Jug? You awake?” Betty peered over at the boy, trying to determine just how soundly he was sleeping. He had dozed off on the couch while waiting for Betty to finish her work. She urged him to go home hours ago, but he refused to leave until she did, insisting that it was his duty to walk her home.

He looked so handsome laying there, curled up with an old copy of “1984″ lying open on his chest, crown beanie slightly askew. Betty couldn’t help but smile at the stillness of his body, feeling herself calm as she watched his chest rise and fall. When he was sleeping, the troubles that haunted him in his waking hours were imperceptible. He seemed so peaceful, so unhindered by all the worries of the world.

Deciding that he wasn’t going to stir anytime soon, she crossed the room and ever so delicately plucked his laptop from his desk, being careful not to make too much noise.

She pried open the laptop, its screen illuminating the darkened room. Typing in the password she had managed to decipher weeks ago, Betty searched for the familiar Word document labeled “No Title”. 

“You can’t name a novel before it’s finished,” Jughead had told her weeks ago, “The story has to be completed before it can speak to you.”

Betty smiled at the memory, recalling the conviction with which he had spoken. She loved the way he spoke about his novel, how his brow would furl when he was fighting writer’s block, or the light that sparked in his eye when he thought of the perfect turn of phrase. But he never let her read his work, so she had taken to reading it in secret, bit by bit, whenever she could. 

Browsing the list of documents, something caught Betty’s eye. A folder entitled, “Letters from Verona” had appeared under the list of recent files, one Betty had never noticed before. Curiosity got the best of her, and she opened it, selecting the most recent document.

Dear Juliet,

I am captivated by your eyes. I always have been. Those bewitching green eyes have always seen the world with such wonder, have always contained such beauty. They have always shined, a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

I cannot help but recall that moment, right before I kissed you, when I looked in your eyes. It was in your eyes that I found the courage to move forward, to bring my lips up against yours, to open myself up and let years of bottled affection pour out.

From that moment on, your eyes have been different. For years, I have looked into those eyes, and for years they have looked back. But only now do those alluring eyes begin to see. Only now does a part of you, however small, begin to feel the things I have been feeling for so long.

Now your eyes see me with wonder. They regard me with a tender affection, every glance full of care and devotion. To be the recipient of such a look is all I have desired for so long, and yet I am fearful. Fearful that, every time you peer into my eyes, you will see my soul. Fearful that you will know my truths. Fearful that such raw exposure will cause the warmth of those dazzling eyes to irreversibly cool.

This is my confession to you, tucked away in a file that I do not yet have the courage to share. A small piece of my heart that is reserved for another time. One day, I will find the strength to say these words to you out loud, to look you in those entrancing eyes and make a true proclamation. For now, I will simply continue to gaze into your eyes, hoping with each passing glance to convey all I am incapable of saying.

xx Romeo

Betty stared at the letter, reading and rereading each sentence, in awe of the confession. Unable to stop herself, she opened another document, and then another, and another. Letters of longing, confessions of unrequited pining, it all unfolded in before her, giving way to an overwhelming, unabashed affection.

She didn’t even notice she was crying until the letters on the screen began to swim. Her heart ached, the excess of emotion threatening to burst from her chest. It wasn’t that Jughead hadn’t expressed his feelings before - the passion with which he had kissed her in her bedroom was unquestionable - but these words were filled with a care and tenderness that was overwhelming.

He had written about her. He had written to her. All of her doubts about his intentions, all of her insecurities about their relationship, they had all disappeared under the persuasion of his confessions.

Wiping her eyes, Betty exited out of the documents and slowly closed the laptop shut, quietly returning it to his desk. She walked over to the sleeping boy on the couch, standing over him for a moment and taking him in. Smiling, she leaned down to wake him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He stirred, looking around with confusion before settling his eyes on her and smiling. The way in which his eyes connected to hers filled her whole body with warmth, the simple glance taking on a newer, deeper significance. In that moment, Betty knew she could spend forever looking into those eyes.

“Hey Bets,” he said softly, propping himself up on his elbows, “Is it time to go home?”

“Yeah Jug,” Betty smiled, “It’s time to go home.”

Negative space

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“If I ask nicely, will you do it?”

it looks up. You never noticed that it makes noises. The last time you saw it, face to face (skies, blood, fragments, fear or no fear), you didn’t notice the noise.

The noise alone is overwhelming: it’s not even auditory anymore. It’s just vibration, humming, deep in everything around you, deep in you. It goes through everything.

it doesn’t answer just yet.

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this is how we broke up: Missed Calls  (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 933

Warnings: i dont even think i swore in this one…

Authors Note: Ok so this series is super personal to me. I’ve noticed it isn’t my most popular but for some odd reason I stopped giving a shit about notes for the first time. This series makes me want to write again - and i feel so bubbly and anxious to put it out there. I can’t sleep or do anything else because i just wanna write this.  When your writing starts coming from the right place; you’ll know because you’ll be happy that even 1 person read it.  I’ve never written in this style before but yeah, let me know what you thought. Part 3 will be out tomorrow. love you lots.

Summary: how many missed calls does it take for you to come back to him or get out of his head? 

this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (part 1)

this is how we broke up: Missed Calls (part 2)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Receive (part 3)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Give (part 4)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Break (part 5)


Anthony’s mind went blank. His vision was blurry from his tears which fell from his face in slow motion onto the library log, smudging the black ink that you’d written minutes prior. The summer breeze gave him goosebumps despite the heat, and he turned around as if this was all some sick joke. As if you’d be there right behind him, the musical melody of your laughter the only noise that filled his ears rather than the blood rushing to his brain in the dead quiet neighborhood. You’d wrap your tender arms around him and pulling his body flush to yours and smile against his skin. The tickling of his baby hairs on the back of his neck made him paranoid as he whipped around - It felt like you’d just brushed by him, and he’d missed you by a millisecond. He missed you by minutes, hours at most. You had been there, right where he was - just minutes ago taping the envelope onto the doorbell, tears streaming down your face, your hair pulled back messily. He imagined you standing there, crying despite your actions that betrayed your feelings. He could see you. He could feel you if he tried hard enough. The tingle his skin would feel when your fingertips lightly traced from freckle to freckle on his forearms was now replaced by the lonely summer wind. Your abrupt departure hit him like nothing else and his mind wandered as he closed his eyes, breathing coming in hiccups. How could you have left so easily - without a goodbye or closure. Had he missed you just minutes ago, or had he missed you 2 years in time? Had the past 2 years been him chasing nothing but the idea of you? Dating the idea of you, kissing the idea of you, loving the idea of you.

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Do y'all remember when you bullied msrafterdark off of tumblr because of something she supposedly said…but that was okay, right?

Or how about that time SJ (beyondtherealmofscience7) left and everyone started attacking her behind her back and talked shit about her character…but that was okay, right?

Or how about the time you attacked Gillovnyphile for a medical license that was probably altered…but that was okay, right?

Or…what about when you attacked & bullied (and for some reason still seem to talk about) ill-show-you-later just because they claimed to have a “source” and their beliefs didn’t align with yours…but that was okay, right?

Or when someone decided to attack justholdinghandsok on one of her posts and added SCREENSHOTS of her previous posts to prove their point…but that was totally okay, right?

Or how someone decided to be immature and shit all over a post made by campaignofmisinformation just because it didn’t match their “ship” and they felt the need to scroll her blog (and it was a lot of scrolling) to find that particular post…but that was totally okay, right? 

Wait, let’s not forget about those times that I received a bunch of hate and had other blogs talking MASSIVE amounts of shit about me for multiple reasons (how I was able to go to the X-Files premiere, or how I knew Bricks name before anyone else or when Gillian tweeted one of my posts)…but that was all  totally okay, right??

It’s not okay. It’s not okay that people bully and attack other people.  It’s not okay that it’s done by certain people who then complain when the same shit is done right back to them.  Some people on here are malicious and disgusting and have this idea in their head that they seem to be better than everyone else…when they’re not.  We’re all human beings.

I keep saying that the world outside is very shitty right now, Tumblr and this fandom should be a place where we get to celebrate our love for two amazing characters and the actors who play them.

Missed Communication (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Based off of something I messaged @courtneychicken​ at 4 in the morning. Obviously when I have my best ideas. I know I said I would try to include some of my typical slang, but it doesn’t come across as much when I’m writing. I did use the term wicked though. That is an extremely Rhode Islander thing to say. Btw this is all from Bucky’s perspective.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer

Warnings: I’m a huge nerd. That should be obvious, but just incase you’re new here. Also I have the mouth of a handsome sailor, so language.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do another one similar to 'Letters to Verona' but this time jughead catches her and sees her crying and to find out it was over the letters. :)

Thanks for the prompt nonnie!! I hope I was able to give you the ending you were hoping for. I present to you: Letters from Verona: An Alternate Ending!

Reminder that  this fic takes place right before Jughead walks Betty home in Chapter 7: The Lonely Place


It had been a long week for Betty Cooper. Polly’s disappearance had placed an unbearable weight on her heart and mind, and her mother’s media storm had done nothing to help her heightened state. Out of options and helpless to improve the situation, Betty had chosen to focus on the tasks that needed finishing. Tonight, that meant editing and revising the newest edition of the Blue & Gold. She dove into her articles until late in the night, until the vast majority of the building had emptied out and the sun had long disappeared.

“Juggie? Hey Jug? You awake?” Betty peered over at the boy, trying to determine just how soundly he was sleeping. He had dozed off on the couch while waiting for Betty to finish her work. She urged him to go home hours ago, but he refused to leave until she did, insisting that it was his duty to walk her home.

He looked so handsome laying there, curled up with an old copy of “1984″ lying open on his chest, crown beanie slightly askew. Betty couldn’t help but smile at the stillness of his body, feeling herself calm as she watched his chest rise and fall. When he was sleeping, the troubles that haunted him in his waking hours were imperceptible. He seemed so peaceful, so unhindered by all the worries of the world.

Deciding that he wasn’t going to stir anytime soon, she crossed the room and ever so delicately plucked his laptop from his desk, being careful not to make too much noise.

She pried open the laptop, its screen illuminating the darkened room. Typing in the password she had managed to decipher weeks ago, Betty searched for the familiar Word document labeled “No Title”.

“You can’t name a novel before it’s finished,” Jughead had told her weeks ago, “The story has to be completed before it can speak to you.”

Betty smiled at the memory, recalling the conviction with which he had spoken. She loved the way he spoke about his novel, how his brow would furl when he was fighting writer’s block, or the light that sparked in his eye when he thought of the perfect turn of phrase. But he never let her read his work, so she had taken to reading it in secret, bit by bit, whenever she could.

Browsing the list of documents, something caught Betty’s eye. A folder entitled, “Letters from Verona” had appeared under the list of recent files, one Betty had never noticed before. Curiosity got the best of her, and she opened it, selecting the most recent document.

Dear Juliet,

I am captivated by your eyes. I always have been. Those bewitching green eyes have always seen the world with such wonder, have always contained such beauty. They have always shined, a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

I cannot help but recall that moment, right before I kissed you, when I looked in your eyes. It was in your eyes that I found the courage to move forward, to bring my lips up against yours, to open myself up and let years of bottled affection pour out.

From that moment on, your eyes have been different. For years, I have looked into those eyes, and for years they have looked back. But only now do those alluring eyes begin to see. Only now does a part of you, however small, begin to feel the things I have been feeling for so long.

Now your eyes see me with wonder. They regard me with a tender affection, every glance full of care and devotion. To be the recipient of such a look is all I have desired for so long, and yet I am fearful. Fearful that, every time you peer into my eyes, you will see my soul. Fearful that you will know my truths. Fearful that such raw exposure will cause the warmth of those dazzling eyes to irreversibly cool.

This is my confession to you, tucked away in a file that I do not yet have the courage to share. A small piece of my heart that is reserved for another time. One day, I will find the strength to say these words to you out loud, to look you in those entrancing eyes and make a true proclamation. For now, I will simply continue to gaze into your eyes, hoping with each passing glance to convey all I am incapable of saying.

xx Romeo

Betty stared at the letter, reading and rereading each sentence, in awe of the confession. Unable to stop herself, she opened another document, and then another, and another. Letters of longing, confessions of unrequited pining, it all unfolded in before her, giving way to an overwhelming, unabashed affection.

She didn’t even notice she was crying until the letters on the screen began to swim. Her heart ached, the excess of emotion threatening to burst from her chest. It wasn’t that Jughead hadn’t expressed his feelings before - the passion with which he had kissed her in her bedroom was unquestionable - but these words were filled with a care and tenderness that was overwhelming.

He had written about her. He had written to her. All of her doubts about his intentions, all of her insecurities about their relationship, they had all disappeared under the persuasion of his confessions.

She was so lost in the words before her that she didn’t even notice him begin to stir.

“Betty?” He asked, his voice layered in a haze of sleepiness, “What are you doing?”

“Jughead!” Betty jumped, practically dropping the computer in surprise.

“Is that… is that my laptop?” He asked, rubbing his eyes to clear them of grogginess.

“No!” She said a bit too forcefully, her face burning crimson with guilt. “…Yes.” She admitted, eyes darting downward.

“Why are you - wait, are you okay?” Jughead’s eyes shifted from confusion to concern as he came to and registered her tear-stained cheeks. “Betty…” he began, quickly crossing over to where she sat, and reaching out to gently wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “What happened?” He looked down at the computer screen to see what had caused her such grief, and his concern was quickly overtaken with surprise. “Oh.” He faltered, neck flushing with embarrassment, “You weren’t supposed to -”

He was cut off by her lips crashing onto his, the salt of her tears mixing with her cherry lip balm and overpowering all of his senses.

“Shut up.” She begged when their lips parted, “Just shut up.” She let out a small laugh, fresh tears springing from her eyes as she kissed him once more, both hands clutching the sides of his face, the pressure with which she held increasing with each second.

She finally let go, breaking away but staying close, bringing her forehead to rest against his. Embarrassed, and quite frankly still a bit fuzzy from the kiss, Jughead opted to fiddle with her fingers instead of looking her in the eye.

“So…” He started, “How much did you read?”

“Enough.” She whispered.

“Enough?” He repeated, nervously prodding for more of a reaction.

“Enough.” Her voice was stronger now, filled with a confidence and certainty. She squeezed his hands, prompting him to raise his eyes and look at her. “Enough to know that this is real. That this is big. That you and I…” She smiled, intertwining their fingers and pressing them against his heart, “that we’re going to be okay.”

Jughead didn’t respond, but Betty could see everything she needed to in his eyes. There was something there. A flicker of hope, of light, of trust.

“Come on,” Betty said, standing and pulling him up with her, “Let’s go home.”