This post is different from my normal content, but I’m desperate here.
When my little sister was five and I was nine, we each bought a stuffed animal, a puppy dog. Mine is brown, and hers was cream-colored, and they were great comforts through moving, and growing up in an abusive household, and everything else that comes with that.
My sister lost hers at camp several years ago, and she’s been sad about it ever since. I’ve looked everywhere: ebay, amazon, thrift stores, rummage sales, talked to people on facebook, contacted the camp and the people that went there, tried to find the toy manufacturer (out of business), I attempted to contact the local store where we bought it…nothing.
I really want to help my sister here, and find her stuffed animal, or at least, one just like it. Again, this was a huge comfort to her through so much stuff that happened. It was always by her side, and it made her feel so happy, and since it’s been gone, I know she feels like something’s missing. She loved it so much.
I know that my only tool left to find it at this point is word-of-mouth. So if you would, could you spread this to as many people as you can? Put it on facebook if you want, screenshot it and send it to your friends, I don’t mind. I just want to help my little sister get her comfort animal back.
It’s a 12″-ish stuffed puppy dog, and the brand is Caltoy. Here are some pictures of mine, so you can see what hers is supposed to look like:
The only differences are that hers was a light yellow-cream color, and I think the ribbon on hers was blue (though I could be wrong about that).
It was sitting up, and had no tail. It was all the same color like this one, no dark ears/paws/etc, just the dark nose. It was made by Caltoy in or around 2003.
I would really like to find this for my sister, so that she can have that comfort again, and she definitely needs it right now.
Please share it as much as you can, to friends or followers, whoever you can. I will be so grateful to all of you who help. <3
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Let’s be real for a second in terms of like where this show is headed with regards to my favorite character (surprise it’s Lance jk no one is surprised)
Recently this tweet happened:
And some people are taking this really well and other people… not so much. Which makes sense since all of us have been like #thirstin for something more for Lance and have been met with a lotta nothing, but I think this tweet is actually a good thing.
Basically: Lance will step up to the plate and he’ll become more of a leader and take on more responsibility but at the end of the day…
And when people ask for more about Lance in terms of his character, you don’t really hear much beyond this, which is exTRemEly frustrating but just hear me out.
It might not be this deep but I think it’d be cool if there’s a reason for the Voltron team being so adamant in the fact that “Lance is Lance.” And he will always be no matter what. This can go one of two ways.
1. Lance is Lance because he will always only be comic relief. 6 seasons of comic relief. That’s him. He’s Lance. A flirt. Cocky. Goofy. Sure he might have some moments like we’ve seen in S1 and S2 but for the most part he’s there to be the team goofball to make everyone laugh (or groan with frustration and annoyance)
Which is shitty and terrible and I will be so angry if this is what goes down but for now let’s move onto the MUCH BETTER option 2.
2. Lance does become a leader (maybe a co-leader? Right hand man? stays the Blue Paladin and just kinda steps up more? whatever) but no matter how tough things get, no matter how worn down the team is, no matter how hopeless the situation seems, Lance can still be Lance. And I don’t just mean he’s able to crack a joke at a tense time to lighten the mood, though that also is a part of it. I mean that he is able to keep a level head and calmly think things through even in chaotic or near impossible situations
That he is always concerned about the well-being of other and is willing to lay down his life for his friends (AKA PEOPLE HE JUST MET)
That he’s also not afraid to call out these friends when he thinks they are making a mistake (there seems to be a running theme with this one…..)
That he’s also appreciative of his friends and pays attention to their needs/wants and their strengths
And that he will always go down swinging
But maybe most importantly, and this is what I hope the Voltron team is trying to get at, Lance will never lose his joy and excitement and happy go-lucky demeanor. This is what makes him the Blue Paladin (and also why I think he would make a great Black Paladin but anyways….). He’s the glue of the team and this means more than just being the comic relief and making ill-timed jokes.
I really love the Lance that is able to start a weird space spore fight or wants to knit sweaters for Arusians. I love the Lance that enjoys doing a crazy dance while explaining their extremely dangerous plan to defeat Zarkon. I love the Lance that has fun coming up with wild ideas about what else could be locked up in Beta Traz. It’s not that he’s not taking his job as a Paladin seriously but rather that he is trying to take this crazy situation in stride as much as possible. We know that he can be worried, insecure, and lonely, but this never stops him from being who he is. He stumbles, loses confidence, regains it, and stands back up again ready to start swinging at the next asshole who decides to come for him and his friends.
Lance is adaptable just like water. He might come in different forms (serious, competitive, caring, homesick, flirtatious, etc) but at the end of the day it’s all of it is a part of who he is. He might need to get better at figuring out the appropriate timing of being leader Lance or flirty Lance, but it’s not like he has to lose the more immature part of him to become a more well-developed character.
So when people say “Lance will always be Lance,” I’m actually pretty fucking thankful. I’ve read some Langst where Lance becomes more “Keith-like” to cope with his insecurities which……. I’m conflicted about. I don’t think he needs to go as far as NOT be him in order for the team to learn to appreciate him more. So I think this affirmation from the staff that Lance will always be himself no matter what makes me believe that he will be what keeps the team together through the difficult and tumultuous times to come. That even despite his clear self-doubt he will be able to put the team and others first and maintain his role as the glue. That he will still manage to grow and change as a Paladin AND maintain the things that make him Lance.
There will be growing pains, of course, (I’m guessing a lot to do with Keith) but just because he’s insecure doesn’t make him weak. Lance doesn’t have to become more serious or stoic in order to be taken more seriously or be more “mature.” Then he wouldn’t be the Lance we know and love. He can withstand the challenges to come and develop as a character without sacrificing these integral parts of himself. He is capable of SO MUCH and I can’t wait for him to unlock the potential that was always there within him and makes him who he is.
alright so everyone is theorizing that since shiro’s gone Keith will take his place as the black paladin which would mean lance would take the red lion and most likely allura take up the blue lion
and usually ppl think that the red lion will give lance a hard time considering all those bonding moments she and Keith have had in the last season
but consider this: blue outright refuses to move with allura in the cockpit
and allura is really confused because the blue lion is supposed the most fluid and easy going of the lions but she gets flat out rejected from the drivers seat
allura tries to reason with her, begs her to let her be her pilot but blue stays completely silent
it’s not until lance comes and asks to speak to blue alone and just sits together for a while, enjoying the quiet
lance knows blue is angry and he takes a deep breath and says “listen blue….you’re my girl and I’m /your/ paladin. that’s a fact from now until the end of time. but right now our leader is missing and we have to get him back. once we get him back I’ll come back. so please blue, let the princess be your pilot until then.”
he can feel the whine of reluctance from his lion and it makes him smile
“no ofc I won’t be mad. i know I’m the only one for you. and don’t worry, red lion is nice and all but she doesn’t compare to you”
lance feels the satisfied and flattered purr in his very being and he knows allura wont have any more trouble
Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.
“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,
“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.
“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.
“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.
“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,
“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,
“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.
“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”
“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.
“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.
“Only every day.”
A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.
Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.
Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.
“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.
“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.
“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,
“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.
“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.
“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”
“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.
“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,
“Oh shut it you oaf”
He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.
“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,
“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.
“Can you at least promise me one thing
“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.
Hello followers who have stayed with me for the past 6 years I have had on this account. Because the recent lack of follower activity and my boredom, I have moved to another account and I will only be using this account once in a blue moon. You can find me now @izenchi .
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Summary (request): Bucky declares his love for Y/N on a day he shouldn’t.
Warning: Angst, but some adorableness as well.
A/N: So this was also a request by a darling who wishes to stay anonymous, she said I could write whatever I wanted and dedicate it to her, so here goes, darling. Hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, much love to you all!
“I’m in love with you,” Bucky said as confidently as he could. His steel blue eyes were boring into yours as his heart beat at a frantic pace.
You didn’t answer him, only stared at him with a blank expression. It was only because he knew you better than you know yourself, he could see your lower lip slightly trembling.
“I know I have no right to say this to you,” he quickly added, taking a small step towards you. You didn’t move, only looked at him with stern eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.
“Especially not now,” the sadness in his words lingered hard in the room as he looked at you from head to toe. His eyes met yours again, and he knew his eyes displayed the heart-wrenching sadness he was feeling in his chest.
“But I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you,” he took another small step towards you and when you didn’t move, only looked at him with an unreadable expression, he slowly lifted his left hand to cup your cheek. The corners of his lips lifted in a small smile when you didn’t flinch or move. His hand was centimeters from your face when you abruptly stepped back, eyes never leaving his.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,937 (End!)
fluff, it’s an innocent lil epilogue
Sorry I get so cheesy in this space. Thank you to the people who encouraged me along the way, most of you total strangers who didn’t need to stop and take time out to do so, but did it anyway because you’re good people. Thanks to the other writers who sympathized with and cheered for me, I adore you. This is dedicated to you empathetic, beautiful people.
A threesome? The thought had never crossed your mind- not since you started dating Hoseok. You know your boyfriend is kinky. Fuck he’s kinky. But still, you sat there, perplexed as you forced a neutral tone that chapped at your lips.
“A threesome?” He nods, smiling at you patiently. “With another man?” Your calm expression cracks as you ask the question, making him chuckle- a sound that could convince you to do nearly anything.
“Yes, with a man.” He says gently, reaching forward and resting his head in his palm to look at you, sitting opposite him, with a confusing admiration- like a lovesick puppy. His other hand covers yours, giving it a squeeze. “Just say no if you want, you don’t need to hesitate on my behalf. I understand if the idea is a bit… strange to you.”
“It’s not a strange idea.” You say quickly, dismissing that as the reason you’re weary.
A waiter walks up next to your table, halting you from asking your next question. Hoseok smiles at you mischievously, knowing the blush on your face was placed there simply because of the man bringing you your coffees arrival while you were having a conversation about threesomes. You muster a ‘thank you’, turning back to your sly smiled boyfriend with an unintentional frown.
“What was I saying?” You question, taking a sip of your coffee.
“I don’t know, babe. You seem a bit flustered.” He says cockily.
As much as you deny it, he knows how attractive you find him when he gets like this. You scoff at him, nearly spitting out your coffee. He laughs unbelievingly at you, one of his hands suddenly sneaking onto your knee under the table.
He leans in, making you fold and lean in as well, without even realizing it until his breath is on your nose, making your cheeks even hotter.
“Are you like this because of the thought of me sharing you with another man?”
I used this when I was about 15 when I had some issues with someone at school. They did a pretty nasty thing and it really hurt my feelings, especially when I liked them in a romantic way. I performed this spell about a month after our little teenage flurry and after about 3 weeks he moved to a different state. Before you do this, ask yourself what your goal is… for me it was to have closure and to get him away so I could have that closure. We were just about in every class with each other which was very distressing for the both of us… even so that he disappeared from school for about a week. The reason why I chose water is because it has an emotional connection.
what you need
a heavy stone ( small enough that you can pick up and heavy enough to sink)
Black ribbon that is made from an environmentally friendly material.
a piece of paper that has been cut on all four sides (you want to cut this person from your life) you can use tissue paper which is ok and wont damage water ways all that much… (it dissolves so its all good)
Black beeswax candle
the persons full name and maybe a photo of them or some finger nails etc.
1. Write the persons name 3 times on a piece of paper, making sure your don’t raise the tip of your pen. The letters have to be joined. I just used an example name for this.
2. Now write your name over the top of the other name 3 times but make sure its in the opposite direction. I wrote a pretend name over the top in red so you can see it. (sorry, my camera is reversed)
3. Next, write “Move far away from me” or along those lines and again make sure the letters are joined all the way around in the circle. (this is in Blue for you).
4. Place your personal concern in the piece of paper. (I used a shell cause yeah… thats like the only small thing I could find right now. Maybe the button would have been better? but anything that was owned by them is ok…. so.. a strand of hair or something they’ve given you).
5. when you have your personal concern in the paper then fold the end closest to you over and away from you so that you have a folded piece of paper with the concern inside. After, fold it again but making sure its still away from you.
6. when you have folded your paper, seal it with a bit of wax from the candle.
7. when the paper is sealed, place it onto the stone and wrap the ribbon around tying the paper to the stone you have chosen. Imagine that this stone is the person you want so badly out of your life. I’ve used red wool to demonstrate to you here.
8. When wrapped, take this stone to a stream which is far away from where you live thats really deep and throw the stone into the deepest part of the water as you do so… visualising the person moving away from you and cutting all ties. Say “ the further this stone is away from me, the further ______(Name)_____ shall be away from me.” then turn around and dont look back. Do not come back to the place you took the stone.
I was in a Leo mood. There were no Leo prompts. Enjoy.
It was a nice afternoon. Because it was
Saturday, you had the day off of school. Therefore, you were hanging out in the
lair until your plans later that day.
When you walked into the home of your
boyfriend and his brothers, he was sitting in his spot, meditating.
“Hey,” You greeted him quietly, not wanting
to startle him as you had accidently done so many times before. “How are you?”
“Better now,” His eyes were still closed,
but a smile pulled at his lips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You set your bag down
on the couch and walked closer to him. “How are things?”
“Things are good.” He finally opened those
blue, blue eyes that made you want to melt. “I thought you had plans.”
“Not until later. Going out for dinner and
a movie with my aunt.”
“Ah, sounds fun.”
“It will be.” You kissed his cheek and took
his huge hand in both of yours. “But I had to see you first. School was so
stressful this week.”
“Hey, how about we make some tea and talk
“It was just tests and stuff. Nothing conversation-worthy.
But tea sounds nice.” He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The tall
turtle towered above you, but he really did love how short you were compared to
him. It was cute. Every time he looked down at you, it reminded him how lucky he
was to be dating anyone at all, let alone a perfect little human like you. He
walked to the kitchen with you.
A few hours later, you and your aunt Becky
were sitting in a booth at your favorite diner. You had ordered your burgers
and shakes with a shared basket of fries, and were talking a bit about
everything. You had lived with your aunt for a year or so, but when you
graduated high school, you got an apartment with some friends to go to college
on the other side of the city. However, you still liked to see her, so you had
weekly lunches and every month you went to see a movie with her.
“So, how are your classes going?”
“They’re all right. Had a few tough tests
the other week, but I think I passed them, so it’s all right.”
“And your relationship status?”
“Still with Leo.” You replied.
“Ah Leo. The elusive Leo. Will I ever get
to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours?”
“Eventually, I’m sure.” You lied. In all
honesty, you weren’t sure Rebecca Vincent, the chief of security would ever be
able to handle the giant mutant that was your boyfriend without pulling out her
taser. So at least for the time being, she couldn’t meet him. Not yet. “He’s
great. I think you’d really like him. Brave, patient, smart. I think he’d be a
cop if he had his druthers.”
“Sounds like a very nice young man.” She
smiled and nodded. Finally, your meal arrived.
“He is. So how’s work?”
“Oh you know…same old.” Your aunt knew you
couldn’t handle hearing about the four giant mutant turtles the police force
had been working with these days. You did not know she knew your boyfriend, and
she did not know that one of the heroic turtles was dating you.
“Well, it is New
York.” She clinked her glass against yours.
“Cheers to that.”
After the movie, you and your aunt walked
out of the theater, and no sooner did she get a call. You didn’t catch much of
the conversation. Just a little.
“Mmhmm. Yeah. Yes. Okay. I understand that,
but- yes. I can be there. In a few. Do you mind if I…nevermind. I’ll be there.”
She hung up and looked at you with an unspoken question. “Come on, (Y/N). I
think…well, I think it’s about time I introduced you to some friends of mine.”
Never could you have imagined what she meant.
A few minutes in a cop car and you were
there, an empty underpass. You got out of the car and looked up at the…familiar
green van. Oh my God. No freaking way. This was not happening. But sure enough,
your aunt rapped her fist against the car door and out they came. Raph, then
Mikey, then Donnie, then Leo, whose blue eyes widened the moment he saw you
“What are you doing
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Wait.” Your aunt looked between you and
Leo a few times and suddenly it dawned on her. Boyfriend Leo was elusive after
all, and with good reason. This was why you hadn’t introduced her to him yet,
and it explained every description of him you had ever given her. “You two are…”
“Aunt Becky, this is my boyfriend Leonardo.”
is your aunt?!” Leo whisper-yelled. You only nodded.
“Well, after everything I’ve heard about
you, you appear to be quite the catch, Leo. Now, you treat my niece right or
else. You hear?”
“Of course, ma’am.” Leo nodded
respectfully. His blue, blue eyes fixed themselves on you. “I wouldn’t dream of
treating her any differently.”
You and Leo was something Rebecca would have
to get used to. But the gentle smiles, the heartfelt laughs, the quiet moments,
the sight of you running into his muscular arms of him holding you against his
plastron, it meant the world to see both of you happy. And more importantly,
she knew he could protect you. She knew he would be good to you, treat you
He was so careful with you, so gentle. He
opened doors for you, pulled out your chair and pushed you in at every dinner.
He helped you get things off of high shelves, grabbed your coat and your purse
on your way out of the lair and/or your aunt’s apartment when the two of you
went over for dinner, which was much more frequently now.
Honestly, she was just excited to call him
How sure was she that the two of you were
going to get married? Pretty sure. Leo had shown her the ring.
Warnings: verbally abusive relationships, dad and boyfriend
Tick. “How’d you do on that test in history today?”
“It was really hard…” His brow crinkled. “I got a C.” Tick.
“C… Okay.” You could tell he was angry. It was always easy to tell. He was angry more than he was anything else. But every blue sky needs a storm, your mother would say. Otherwise it would be gray all the time.
You knew the foyer was only ten feet from the kitchen, and soon, “Why aren’t the dishes away?” Tick. You inhaled deeply.
“I had a lot of homework,” you mumbled, following him to the kitchen. “I’ll do it now.”
He shook his head stiffly, eyes locked on the counter. “No, I have to wait for them to be put away before I can do anything else. Might as well do it right.” Tick.
“I can really help, if you need it.”
“If I need it? Do I look incapable of doing housework?” Tick.
“No you jus-”
“Go upstairs!” Boom.
You nodded, offering him your best smile. “Okay, dad.”
You ran into your mother halfway up the stairs. Her hand wound around your bicep, a warmth pooling in her eyes. “You know he only yells because he loves you, and he wants you to do better.” You nodded, her kissing your forehead before meeting your father in the kitchen as you scurried to your room.
It’s a year later that you meet Jughead. Riverdale was a small town, and everyone was in Pop’s at least once a week. It was no surprise you two eventually found each other.
You had been sitting at the counter, lone tears still streaming from your eyes. He had sat next to you, for a while staying quiet.
“You know he loves you,” Pop told you with a frown, filling up your mug with hot coffee. You had known Pop since you were young, and now, ten years later, he knew how to read you… In fact he treated you better than your own father.
“I do… By now I do.” Satisfied with your answer, Pop went on to serve other customers. “Just don’t understand why he has to yell at me about everything,” you finished your sentence, murmured words to yourself.
“Because he’s an ass.” You looked up and over to a boy your age with dark hair and a gray beanie that covered most of his head anyways. He had a solemn expression on his face. “He yells at you about everything because he’s an ass.”
“No,” You shook your head. “It’s because he loves me and he wants me to do better. I know that’s why, I don’t know why I ever questioned it.”
“Nobody deserves to be yelled at for everything.”
“He works hard for my family. What I don’t deserve is the work he puts into my future for the thanks I give him.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re wrong. He doesn’t yell because he loves you. That’s a conclusion that’ll only hurt you.”
Jughead wasn’t wrong, and the years that followed were tough ones, but he had stayed.
The quick conversation about your dad at the counter led to a three hour long conversation about everything else. A three hour long conversation led to a friendship that lasted through everything else.
It’s a year after that when you meet the first boy who wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. It was probably because he was a brooding, handsome kid out of the stories you had read as a kid.
And while from that conversation at the counter you took Jughead, you never took his advice.
When your boyfriend yelled, you cried, but you always stayed. You’d end up in your bed at night, texting Jughead that it was okay, and you knew how to handle it. You didn’t need a hero.
But maybe you needed a Jughead.
He was smaller even then, a scrawny, misunderstood boy, who wanted nothing but the world for you. So he punched your stupid boyfriend until that boy’s nose cracked and blood streamed for at least half an hour.
“Why’d you do that?” You yelled at him, your boyfriend now at home. Your mother was upstairs, your father out.
“He wouldn’t stop yelling at you,” Jughead grumbled in response. “You. Don’t. Deserve that.”
“It’s because he loves me!”
“It’s not!” He shouted. Immediately afterward, a hand crawled over his mouth, in shock at his own volume. “I’m sorry.”
“You yelled,” you whispered. “You yelled, because you’re mad that I’m always yelled at.”
“I didn’t mean to yell.” Shutting his eyes for a moment in frustration, in disappointment in himself. “I swear my yelling is different than theirs.”
“Sounded the same.” The words that fell from your lips brought tears to his eyes.
He took careful steps forward, pulling you into his arms. “Did it feel different?”
“Felt like you cared about me,” your words brushed over his neck.
“But did it feel different?” You nodded into his shirt. “Good. I’m sorry I yelled. I’ll try not to get upset like that again.”
“I’m sorry I made you want to yell,” you apologized instinctively.
“You didn’t make me want to yell,” he sighed, lifting his chin so it rested on top of your head. “I’m just sick of you letting yourself get treated like this. You were raised on it, I know. But you don’t have to deal with that. Especially not anymore.” A few moments of silence followed, before it was broken by a deep, heart wrenching sob. “Oh, Y/N.”
I want a scenario where Adrien finds out his scarf was actually from Marinette and not his dad, and for it not to go very well at first.
Because while I’m sure Adrien would understand it was a mix up and still, his friend went out of her way to make him a gift, I can’t imagine him really looking at the scarf for a while and being happy about it, not while knowing his dad didn’t actually get him anything at all. Adrien would have very mixed feelings about it IMO, and I wouldn’t really blame him either.
So, angst time. Adrien wants to confront his dad about it but he’s overseeing a fashion show and he couldn’t ask Nathalie because she went with him, so that leaves Marinette. He pulls her aside after school, and there’s so much anger and resentment for his dad building up, and he really doesn’t want to take it all out on Marinette, but Adrien’s afraid that if he opens his mouth he might say something he’ll come to regret, so instead he pulls his scarf out from his bag and smooths out a corner of it, displaying Marinette’s tiny signature for her to see.
He can see the panic flash in her eyes while she stares at the scarf, but it doesn’t seem like she can find words, so he asks a question, “Why didn’t you you say something?”
Meanwhile, Marinette really IS panicking. True to what she told Alya all those months ago, Marinette tries to explain that she didn’t want him to be disappointed that the scarf wasn’t actually from his dad, just her, but even as she explains this she can see it’s not making Adrien feel better and honestly, it’s no wonder.
(“I wish you said something earlier,” Adrien finally says, and he’s rubbing his neck and chuckling and trying to keep the situation light. “I feel like a bit of an idiot.)
Because Marinette let the secret go on for too long, and surely finding out a cherished present wasn’t actually from his dad after all this time believing that it was… it must have hurt. It must have hurt ten times worse than if Marinette would have just told him the truth, though surely that would make her look like an opportunist more than anything. She didn’t want to come off as selfishly wanting his attention. Marinette was stuck, honestly. She didn’t know if there was a right way to have gone about that situation. So she says the only thing she can.
And offers the only thing she can think of.
“I-I can take the scarf back, if you want.”
Now Adrien feels bad, because he really wants to keep it. He wants to look at the scarf and think, ‘my friend made this for me, she took time and care to knit this with me in mind.’ But instead, all he can see is Gabriel Agreste’s stern face, and all he can think when he sees the baby blue fabric is that his own dad didn’t even bother buying one of those lame pens for his birthday this time.
Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!
It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper
Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.
They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.
They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.
“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.
“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.
“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.
He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind
As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.
“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.
The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled
“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”
She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red
“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.
It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.
“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”
He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.
Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,
“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.
Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.
She was reaching for him
“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”
Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”
Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.
And Betty did that.
She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.
“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.
Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.
Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”
He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”
Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”
The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”
He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”
Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.
“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.
Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.
Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side
“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.
It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.
“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.
Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,
“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”
She sniffled, smiling at him
“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”
He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.