i think this is my last one for awhile i'm sorry

call no man happy - 6

@swampygreenie of course.

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He Tian sent a slightly dazed Mo Guan Shan to bed, flopping down on the couch with a sigh. He was frustrated with himself and, to a lesser extent, Mo Guan Shan. 

Sure, he obviously shouldn’t have left the envelope in such an obvious place, that was stupid and reckless and he was surprised he hadn’t been struck with a lightening bolt or turned into a pillar of fire.

He did, however, receive a text from one of his many betters.

“You are so fucking stupid.”

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That Awkward Moment When

John Laurens x Female Reader

Requested by @cupcakequeen1999 who was kind enough to compromise, this one goes out to you girl, you’re super rad

In which the reader and Laurens are roommates and very good friends. Jealousy and smut ensues.

Words: 4,573

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT SMUT SMUT and LOTS OF SWEARING (don’t read if this will make you uncomfortable)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're accepting any more prompts rn or what but I'm feeling super super super low and I hate my exams, I hate studying and I used to love it and I feel like I'm stuck and there's no way out and idk, I don't see myself getting out of my family's grasp and going anywhere and I was going through my tags and your works make me so happy, so if you could, drarry/linny but which boosts morale? And maybe makes me want to study I'd give anything for that. Thanks for reading my rant♥♥

I am always taking prompts (I can’t always get to them for awhile but I do my best).  I’m so sorry you’re struggling and I know sometimes when you’re in a tight space it can feel as if it will stay that way forever but I hope you’re feeling a little better now and I want you to know that one small thing can always change our lives in unexpected ways. Have hope and stay strong.  And I hope this can cheer you up even in the smallest of ways.


Harry fiddles with the book in his lap, unable to focus on studying with the sounds of exasperation and stress coming out of Malfoy’s mouth as he studies.  It has been on the tip of Harry’s tongue to ask if he is alright, or needs a break, for the last two hours but every time he thinks he’s made up to his mind and starts to make even the smallest noise Draco just looks up from his book and shoots Harry a death glare.

He knows Draco is nervous for the exams beginning tomorrow, knows he wants to do well.  And yet he can’t for the life of him fathom how Draco, because it was definitely Draco now, has changed so much in the last twenty four hours.  The softness, the openness, the biting humor and hints of kindness are gone.  Draco has been snapping at him all week but in the last day he’d become so tense Harry can’t even look at him without incurring his wrath.

“Draco-”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“I don’t care, I don’t have time for this.  Just zip it I will hex you into next week.”  Harry snorts in disbelief earning himself a look that would send anyone else running from the room.

Making up his mind, Harry slams his book shut and patters across the room to sit on the edge of Draco’s bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.  “I’m not scared of you.”

“Wonderful.  A lifetime of work thrown away all because of a few measly kisses.”

“Oh I don’t know if I would call them that, you weren’t that bad of a kisser.”

And that’s it, he’s done it, broken Draco’s trance as Draco looks up at him a look of annoyance on his face, but there’s something else there too even if Harry isn’t entirely sure what.  “I am a fucking superb kisser, Potter, and don’t you forget it.”

Harry drops his hand, unable to hide his own shock as he stares at the other boy.  “When would I get a chance to forget?”

Draco looks decidedly uncomfortable as he coughs, picking his book back up off the bed and refusing to look at Harry again.  “After…just after exams.  When we leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

Draco slams his book shut with much more force than necessary, the sound echoing loudly in the small room like the aftershocks of a curse.  “I. Heard. You.  Last week.  Telling Weasley about the job offers.  My god Potter half of England’s Quidditch teams want you to play for them and an open invitation to the Aurors….you’ve got your pick of the future you want.  Which by the way I’m clearly not a part of since you didn’t mention any of them to me.”

Harry swallows down his guilt at hiding the offers, not wanting to admit that talking about the future was exactly what Harry didn’t want to do but for entirely different reasons.  He doesn’t want to confess that the idea of leaving Hogwarts terrifies him, that he has no idea what he wants to do, that he doesn’t feel ready to be an adult.  After a lifetime of feeling responsible for the world Harry wants nothing more than to fuck away from all responsibility, not forever, but for a little while longer.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco mumbles, misinterpreting Harry’s silence.  His icy tone cuts through Harry’s thoughts like a knife.

“I didn’t tell you because I’m not taking them.”

“What do you mean you’re not taking them?  Which one?” 

Draco sounds as scandalized as Harry had expected.  He shrugs, as if turning down multiple career opportunities is nothing.  “None of them.”

“What the bloody fuck is wrong with you, Potter?”

Harry steels himself, summoning his courage and knowing this conversation will reveal far more than he was prepared, but knowing with a sort of certainty that he feels about nothing else that it is the right thing to do.

“Because…because I’m tired of it.  All of it.  I love flying, god I love flying, but I don’t want to be watched anymore.  I couldn’t stand all those people watching and cheering and hoping for a victory with my name on their lips.  And the Aurors can all go fuck themselves if they think I want to spend the rest of my life chasing down Dark Wizards.”  He pasues, unable to look at Draco’s face but taking courage in the cold hand that reaches out to hold his own.  “Fuck, Draco, I know you’re mad because you didn’t get any job offers and you should have because you’re brilliant and determined and you’ve worked hard to prove yourself and I’m sorry everyone else doesn’t see that yet, but one day they will…..but for now….I think just this once maybe the Wizarding World can just go fuck themselves.”

At this Draco laughs, it starts out small as if Draco doesn’t even mean to but when Harry looks up at him, Draco’s lips are curled into his mouth as he bites on them trying to contain his laughter.  It makes Harry feel strong in a way he isn’t used too.  He squeezes Draco’s hand and continues.

“I was gonna wait…until after exams but I was thinking about, well about fucking off.  I don’t even know where to.  Gods we can go anywhere..America, France, I don’t care you can pick just please come with me.”

“Yes.”

Harry looks up, his mouth falling open in shock because he’d expected to have a lot more convincing to do.  But Draco is just smiling at him, and it makes something in Harry break because he wants to hold on to that memory forever.

“Really?  Yes?”

Draco rolls his eyes, but there is a fondness in them.  “Did you really think I’d say no to trotting around the globe with my ridiculously fit boyfriend living the life of leisure and having sex whenever I please?”

“Oh, well when you put it that way,” Harry whispers, moving to his knees and crawling across the bed until he’s straddling Draco’s lap, knocking his book to the floor in the process.  If Draco notices he doesn’t say anything.

“So this boyfriend of yours?  Do you think….do you think you love him?” Harry whispers, his fingers brushing across Draco’s cheek.

“The word is so quiet Harry almost misses it.  “Yes.”

This time its Harry who laughs, feeling a sort of delirious happiness bubbling up inside of him that makes him dizzy.   “S’good…because he loves you too.”

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Anonymous asked: #43 “I feel like I can’t breathe.” WITH LAAAANGST maybe he gets a pierced lung or something, or it’s a lung condition or just a panic attack idk it’s your call lmao

[A/N: you ask and you shall receive. I’ve always wanted to write our my hc with Lancey Lance, have fun learning of it!

TW: panic attack/dysphoria]

Lance had picked up a trait from Keith - training at ungodly hours of the night, usually when everyone else was asleep. It helped clear his mind, and helped him relax after a stressful day of fighting the Galra. Lately his anxiety had been getting worse, so he had been training even more than usual. This was both a good and bad thing. It was good because he was getting better at sharpshooting; bad thing because he was getting less sleep, so his progress didn’t matter because he couldn’t put it into practice.

Lance hated when he got in this mindset. He would get wrapped up in memories of Earth, memories of who he used to be, of who he was becoming. He shook off the thoughts - he didn’t want to think about that, he needed to concentrate on trying to sleep.

Of course, ten minutes later Lance was walking towards the training deck, bayard in hand. “Why can’t I just sleep like normal people?” He whispered to himself, feeling sluggish as he dragged his body across the ship. He walked into the training deck, “Begin Level One.”

As Lance began to train, he let his mind wander across the various things that were keeping him up once again. First he thought of home - of the family that was no doubt mourning his disappearance. He hoped that his family found the other families that were also missing children - like Pidge’s mom, and Hunk’s family. His mind eventually moved on from that topic as he was defeating the fourth level. From the topic of family brought up the topic of himself - how shocking. Unlike his boisterous remarks when the others were around, his thoughts began spiralling about who he was. Not relative to the team - he was their sharpshooter and occasionally their eye in the sky. Relative to his gender.

Lance was born female, his name was Lucy. When he was thirteen he realized that he wasn’t meant to be a girl - that inside he was male. His father didn’t approve, but his mother did and worked to help him get testosterone and a binder and some packing. He had experienced dysphoria before; his father refused to use his prefered name and pronouns, instead calling him his dead name and female pronouns. It just hurt at first, but then it got worse and worse until he would have full-blown panic attacks when his father used the wrong pronouns and names. It wasn’t until one such panic attack had lead to their entire family going to the hospital that his father began to use his prefered pronouns - occasionally he would slip up, but he really tried to make Lance happier.

It was fine for awhile - then Lance went to Galaxy Garrison and he had to fill out the applications. He understood that they would call him by his name and by his proper pronouns, but every time he had to mark ‘female’ in the sex category his heart would thump a bit harder - his breathing would come a bit faster. Dysphoria would settle deep into his bones, and he couldn’t dig himself out of the pit until he was surrounded by his very supportive friends.

It was like thinking about it called it to him, because as soon as Lance began thinking about the dysphoria he remembered that he never got to have the bottom surgery - his top surgery was done, he had gotten that a month before leaving for Galaxy Garrison. His bottom surgery had been arranged for his 18th birthday - which, judging by Pidge’s makeshift calendar, had already passed. Yesterday, actually. They had celebrated his birthday by eating cake and having a team bonding day where they all sat around the TV Pidge and Hunk had built and watch some movies that Pidge had downloaded on her laptop. But his birthday brought forward memories and promises that he never got to keep, such as getting his bottom surgery done, and going home to meet his sister’s newborn - born two days before his birthday.

Like so many times before, Lance’s thoughts drifted towards the fact that he didn’t really have a dick - that he wasn’t a real boy. “Stop Level Twelve,” he gasped out, falling to his knees. Sweat ran down the back of his neck - and everywhere else it seemed. He needed to get to his room - now. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to hold back the dangerous thoughts that were no doubt about to surface. He barely made it out of the door before he collapsed back onto his knees with tears falling down his face. His heart hurt, and he could feel every thought that he fought to have hidden deep inside of him push through his mental blocks, making themselves present. As the thoughts continued to come, his breathing quickened. What if he never got to go home? What if he never got to say that he was a real boy now that he had a dick? Would his space family accept him? What if they didn’t?

Faintly, Lance heard footsteps approaching him. They stopped, “Lance?!” Keith asked, face full of shock. Lance didn’t hear, too wrapped up in his mind. He was only faintly aware that someone had said his name and that their footsteps had sped up. Keith dropped to the ground next to Lance, “Lance? Lance! What’s wrong?” Keith shook Lance’s shoulder, jolting the Cuban out of his thoughts.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Lance cried out, only then noticing that he he had tears steadily streaming down his face. “I’m not a real boy, I don’t even have a dick, I’m just a wannabe,” Lance continued to babble incoherently. Keith tried to listen, but by the time he had gotten close enough to hear him, he was mumbling nonsense to himself.

“Lance? Lance, I can’t hear you.” Keith said, moving so he was sitting down next to the Cuban. “Lance, I can’t hear you! What’s wrong?” He asked again when Lance only continued to mumble incoherently to himself.

Lance turned his gaze to Keith, his eyes wide with panic. Tears fell down his face, leaving shiny trails behind as they fell continuously. “I can’t call myself a boy when I don’t even have a dick, Keith! Who am I trying to kid? I’m a girl,” he spat the last word with venom, hatred filling his entire body at the thought. He wasn’t a girl, but what else was he supposed to be if he didn’t have the parts to call himself a man? Dysphoria found its’ way to his stomach and suddenly he felt like he was going to throw up. He gagged, but managed to keep himself from doing it.

Keith stared at his friend in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He asked, catching Lance’s attention by bringing his hands up to move his head towards Keith and keep it there. “You’re a man, Lance. I don’t care what you were born with, you are a man. There is no doubt in my mind that you are a boy. It doesn’t matter what genitalia you have, as long as it’s how you feel,” he told the blue paladin, smiling at him.

Lance’s heart thudded hard in his chest. Was he right? Of course he was, Lance told himself. He sniffled, “But I don’t have a dick,” he whispered, his throat raw from crying.

“That’s fine. Maybe we can see if the Alteans had a way of changing one’s gender to their prefered gender,” Keith offered, smiling at him.

Lance stared at him for a long time, unable to process the fact that Keith - the boy he had a self-proclaimed rivalry with - helped him. With just a sentence. “You’d do that with me?” He asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course,” Keith said, frowning at him. “Just because you and I bicker doesn’t mean you aren’t my friend.”

Lance lunged forward and hugged Keith, “Thank you,” he mumbled into his shoulder. “Now let’s get to sleep, you don’t need to be training at this time of night.”

“What?! You were!”

“Doesn’t count.”

Yuzuru Hanyu: CoR Post-FP Interview and Press Con

//Video credit pino @ DM

(Unfortunately I was not able to cut just the interview, so bear with the full 23mins of this special, It has great footage anyway! I may sub the rest of it one day…)

Going into the season, this was a competition where you challenged your limits. What did you think about it?

I went in for the challenge but results-wise, I made mistakes so I think that was my own weakness.

You successfully landed your first 4Lz in competition that the world has been looking forward to, and it received positive GOE. How do you feel about it?

It wasn’t a perfect jump so I think it can be much better. Also, that I couldn’t include the loop jump that I’ve accumulated over the last season in neither the free skate nor the short is, after all, a pity. Well, of course there is the fact that I was concentrating on the lutz but I still think that I lack quite a bit of practice.

Well I’ve always been watching Hanyu, so let me say something optimistic. You may have had some failures today, but, you challenged it. All of that will become your strength in your fight towards the Olympics, that’s what I believe.

Yes that’s true. Well, I think all I can do is improve one step by one step so well, um…yes um, about the past… I have no intention to compare (this with it) so…In any case, I do feel like I have been giving everything I have, more than usual, so from here on out, I want to clear each (competition) one by one as I go into the second half of the season.

And so, (you said that) you yourself experienced Seimei in a new way, the program that only you, Hanyu, can skate. How was it?

No, there’s still a lot more, a lot more to it. Definitely, the content is nowhere near what I originally wanted to do so in that sense I do still feel a lot of regret, and that I still have a ways to go. From here on I would like to work harder as I go forward.

Um, please let me ask one more question. This Olympic season, everyone has expectations for this but I think the one who has the highest expectations is you yourself. How do you plan to continue fighting as you go on, looking at this result?

Yes, I am frustrated, and, well to be frank, there are both frustrations and rewards to be taken away from this. Well, I think that I still can grow even more from this point onward and if I can continue to work even more on these lessons in practice (it would be good).

It kind of looks like you are having a tough time but you said challenging things is fun, and I think that’s a wonderful thing.

Ah yes, it’s sports after all, so I want to continue to have fun whilst I skate.

I love Matsuoka’s interviews :)

====== (Sorry it’s so long, press con is short so I included it) ======

For today’s performance, I am satisfied with it, just a little. As expected, not being able to fully rotate the loop, or enter the combination jump properly…things like that added up one by one and resulted in this 3 point difference. Of course, I have my frustrations about the short and well…well, everything, everything needs more practice - that thought was renewed in me. And at the same time, um…in the end, in skating, every aspect is important so I felt (again) that doing every single aspect properly is really something important. -cut- Be it the mental element of it or the stamina required, I think this is a free program where stuff like that becomes extremely important so, as I improve each and every element, I would like to perfect this program.

Congrats Yuzu on finishing with the best first GP result you’ve achieved in awhile! (Japanese TV keeps emphasizing that he has not won his first GP in 2 years hahaha) Also, looking forward to Notte stellata again!

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Request of Harry and y/n after dating for years hooking up in a car and getting caught by paps after they have sex and him getting dressed and going off on them because Y/n was nervous in the first place to do anything with him in public. Lots of daddy *dirty kind Harry and protective Harry. Long hair. Rings on. I'm trying to make this make sense. >.<

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST THIS OR ANY WRITING.

This is set in the Lemon Curd verse, but it’s pretty fungible! And it really leans on the daddy!kink with the sex in the car part of this rather than the paps part, but… I think it works? Happy reading. x

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055. Leather and Cars

“We should go out.”

Your smile stretches almost lazily over your face as Harry licks softly over your neck. Your head lolls to the side and his hand offers a cradle for it to lean against as he eagerly attaches his mouth to the new expanse of skin that he’s allowed to access.

You smell like a bakery, he’s sure of it. You can’t possibly as you haven’t worked there in ages, but he thinks the smell has managed to cling to you in a way it hasn’t to him. You smell like warm bread and hot coffee and those lemon curds that the two of you had been fond of sharing together and that he still brings home sometime for you two to indulge in when he thinks of it.

“Why?” you ask him with a fluttering breath.

“Done with your first year, aren’t yeh?” he murmurs.

“I am,” you agree. Harry’s arm is wound around your waist and you cover it with yours, digging into his skin with your fingertips.

“An’ correct me if I’m wrong, pet,” he starts. “But do you live here now?” he says of his home that is just a little more crowded with the two of you and your things that have been slowly finding their way in amongst his.

It’s been “official” for a month now, but Harry has spent the better part of that being out of your hair while you revised.

“Do I?” you ask and Harry frowns instantly before opening his mouth and biting with gentle warning. You squirm out of the hold of his jaws.

“We should go out,” he repeats.

“I don’t know that we should,” you reply.

“What?” he asks with pinching brows. “Why not?”

“Because something always happens,” you say.

“Like what?”

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Honey, I'm Home

You knocked on the door of the big house that you remember as yours. You had decided it would be best to start a new life without his help, it was working-ish.

“Hey”, Calum opened the door and gestured for you to come in. You walked in the door and stood awkwardly. “Hunter! Mommy’s here!”

“I’m coming”, your three year old yelled, “I gotta get my toys.”

“Okay, take your time baby”, you yelled up the stairs.

You and Calum had split a little over a year ago, it didn’t seem to affect Hunter now but your dreaded the days to come where you’d have to give him a real explanation. You and Calum split over stress, anger, and things that shouldn’t have been said, how could you tell your son that? You would cross that bridge when you got to it but for now, your number one obstacle was to stand in front of Calum without breaking.

“Sorry I couldn’t drop him off the last two weeks, I asked Mali to do it because I was working late”, Calum awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“No, no, it’s fine”, you waved off, “I hadn’t spoken to Mali in awhile anyway, it was good catching up”, you nodded. The silence continued.

“Hunter, you need help up there”, Calum called again, trying to make the situation less awkward which seemed impossible.

“No, I’m just packing my stuff”, Hunter yelled in his high pitch voice.

“But Daddy already packed your stuff, do you need me to come up and help”, Calum asked with a smile on his face.

“No Daddy, I can do it”, Hunter yelled again, “I can do it”, he repeated.

You and Calum chuckled, “He’s quite the character, am I right”, you commented.

“He reminds me so much of you, always trying to be independent”, Calum replied with a grin.

You both couldn’t keep the smiles off of your faces. This was what you missed. How could you let this go? How could you let it all go over something so stupid?

“I ready”, Hunter walked down the stairs while holding onto the railing. He saw your face and his eyes lit up as he increased in speed, “Mommy”, he hugged you as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi baby”, you cooed as knelt down to his height, “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Yeah, we went through photo albums. That’s what they’re called, right Daddy”, he asked Calum.

Calum nodded with an ear to ear grin, “Yeah.”

“There was a picture of you and Daddy. You looked like a princess in a white dress and Daddy looked like a prince in a suit”, he exclaimed with excitement.

Your wedding, Calum actually kept the wedding album. You had asked him tons of times if you could have it but he said he threw it away. He lied to you to keep it.

“That was a great day”, you told Hunter.

“There was a picture of you guys kissing”, Hunter scrunched his nose, “Why don’t you guys do that anymore?”

Both yours and Calum’s eyes went wide at his question, “Um…”, you trailed off while playing with your hair.

“It’s okay”, Hunter waved off, “Mommy you know what?”

“What”, you asked with relief at his change of topic.

“A boy in the big kid grades said that his dad and mom read something about how you and Daddy hate each other”, Hunter told you.

“That’s not true buddy”, Calum now knelt down beside you to tell Hunter.

“Yeah, we will never ever hate each other”, you joined in.

“But he said that it said that you guys don’t love each other anymore. He said the only thing that makes you guys see each other is me”, Hunter’s lower lip quivered.

“No”, Calum shook his head, “I love Mommy very much, she will always be my best friend”, he told his son.

Your eyes went wide as Hunter looked for your response, “Yeah, Daddy and I love each other a lot. We will always love each other and you.”

“Why don’t you live together anymore? All the other kids live with their parents. Uncle Michael and his wife live together, so do Uncle Luke and Uncle Ashton”, Hunter cried.

You and Calum looked at each other, “Buddy”, Calum began.

“Why can’t we live together anymore”, Hunter let out a raspy cry before throwing himself into your arms.

“What should we do”, you mouthed to Calum as Hunter’s head was in your chest.

Calum shrugged, “Let’s try it”, Calum mouthed with a smirk.

You were hit so suddenly that you hadn’t had any time to think. You were gonna make your son happy by moving back in, you were in mommy mode. You nodded before pulling Hunter off of you, “Mommy and Daddy are gonna move in together.”

His face lit up, “Really?”

Calum smiled, “Yeah Mommy’s gonna sleep here tonight.”

“In the same bed”, Hunter asked with a grin.

Calum looked at you, waiting for your response, “Yeah”, you nodded, “In the same bed.”

Old Friends - Jughead x Reader

-I’m a new face to blogging so be aware I’m like an old grandma on the internet but I hope you enjoy this thing I wrote. I’m actually happy with how it turned out…ish but you know, room for improvement!

Show: RiverDale
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Summary: you were the one who gave Jughead Jones is famous hat
Word count: 1241
Warnings: no just my terrible writing!

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10 years prior

You walked into RiverDale Elementary. Your black backpack on your back as you made your ways through the ever winding corridors. Finally, spotting your classroom door you pushed the stark yellow door open and waddled inside.

Your little 6 year old legs entered the child decorated classroom, messily drawn ladybugs and various other pictures decorated the walls. Your (Y/E/C) child eyes, scanned over every inch of the messy classroom that has seemingly become over crowded with people. Your eyes landed on a small boy with Raven hair, as soon as your eyes spotted him, your eyes lit up, like a kid in a candy store.

You bumbled on over to the lone boy sat in the corner of the room, unzipping your backpack and pulling out a blue decorated box.

“Hey, Juggie” you tapped his shoulder with your free hand, emotions slightly building up inside you.

“Oh hi (Y/N/N), what’s that?” The young boy asked as his eyes landed on the box, that you now cradled in your arms.

“It’s a present, for you!” You giggled, pushing your hands forward to allow the boy to collected from your grasp.

“It’s not my birthday, why have you gotten me a present?” Juggie asked so innocently.

“Well, we are moving and you are my best friend! The bestest in the world!! So I decided to get you a handmade presents. My mummy says it’s one of a kind!” You nodded as you moved your hands about crazily.

“You mean you are leaving me?” The boy asked, the now gloomy look painting his face.

“Yeah, I just came in to give you this” you smiled sadly, allowing jughead to stand to his feet and give you a big hug.

You knew you were going to miss this little boy. But hopefully one day in the future you will be reunited.

“Goodbye Juggie, i love you soo much” you smiled and kissed his cheek, before spinning on your heels and making your way over to the door, Turing around one last time to wave the boy a goodbye.

“Bye (Y/N) I’ll miss you” the boy whispered as the sad smile reappeared on his still developing face.

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Present day

“Dad, I’m going for a walk” you called out as you slipped on your navy jacket, brushing your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair and making your way to the front door.

“Okay, princess! Be home by 10!” Your father called out as you shut the door and walked of the porch and down the winding path. Starting your journey to pops.

The neon, diner sign lit your face in a dimly lit blue and you pushed open the door, hearing the all too familiar ding of the welcoming bell.

Your eyes scanned around the diner, taking in the familiar scene that was displayed in front of you. The neatly spaced booths littered the little, quaint diner. The now older Pops stood behind the counter like he use to when you were just a little girl, running around in burgundy converse and a little girly dress, oh how your style has changed.

“Hi, erm, can I have a milkshake please, strawberry if possible?” You asked as you approached the counter to be greeted with the one and only pops himself. The old chap just smiled at you, taking in your face as realisation hit him.

“Look how big you are now (Y/N)! I can’t believe you’re here, why did you come back?” Pop Tate asked as he just stared at you with a charmingly, wide grin.

“I know, I’m so happy you recognised me. And my dad wanted to move back since we lost our mum” you replied sadly, memories of your late mother coming back to you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry (Y/N), well it’s good to see you. Enjoy your milkshake” Pop said as he went of to serve another customer. You walked away from the bar and too a available booth, plopping down on one of the seats and tucking into the strawberry milkshake you had brought.

You were sat there for what felt like hours, scrolling through your phone and drawing the a piece of paper you slipped into your pocket back at your house when, you heard the ding of the bell that hung above the door and a group of teenagers walk in, chatting amongst themselves as the walked to the furthest booth in the diner.

You couldn’t help but over hear the conversation being said and noticing one of the teenage patrons that had just walked into the diner.

How could you forget him?!

“Hey, Jughead. Where did you get your hat from anyway?” A raven haired girl asked. The girl was very pretty and obviously was close to the group of teens and that you haven’t met before, obviously other than the brooding, angsty looking one.

You knew this was your queue to walk over there and introduce yourself, battering up the courage to walk straight over there.

“He got it from an old friend. Would like to think he still remembers” you stated as you walked towards the table, the group of teenagers just Turing around and looking at you.

“And who are you, damn girl!” The Raven haired girl spoke up again as the others just gawked at you.

“(Y/N/N)?” The one voice you had been dying to here spoke up. The raven haired boy looked up in shock as his eyes met yours

“Hi Juggie” you smiled as you pushed a strand of hair from in front of your hair. “It’s been awhile, glad to see you wearing the beanie” you gazed upon his head the beanie you gave him just 10 years ago.

“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a while” he gasped, or a manly grunt came out, obviously he was not impressed to see the likes of you Turing up.

“So, where my hug? Where the ’(Y/N/N) I’ve missed you so much, I’ve never stopped thinking about you! I’m so glad you’re here?!’ Mumbo jumbo that normally happens?” You sarcastically remarked.

“Sorry to interrupt but who are you?” A brown haired boy who was definitely ‘too gay to function’ spoke up.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) or (Y/N/N) for short. I lived here 10 years ago, Jug was my best mate in elementary” you spoke up confidently, waving to the rest of the teenagers. “And yous are?”

“I’m Kevin! This is Veronica, Archie, Betty and you obviously know Jughead Jones” the lad named Kevin replied.

“Well it’s nice to meet you all, Juggie here obviously hasn’t mentioned me” you laughed as you gained an eye roll from the dark haired boy.

“We need to talk” Jughead spoke up, hopping up from his place in the booth and ushering you outside. As soon as the door shut to the diner he sighed.

“I know what you are abo-” you were cut of by the boy giving you a massive hug, almost a bear hug.

“I’ve missed you so much (Y/N/N)” he said softly and he rubbed your back.

“I missed you too Forsythe” you laughed as you just continued to hug in the night sky that was above you. The flickering, neon diner sign that lit the two of your figures as the moon shined in the RiverDale sky.


You were so glad to be back.

Highway (Part 6)

Originally posted by enjoy-the-life-baby

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,039

A/N: And here we go! The part where I finally set up the angst for the rest of the story lol i’m kinda sad :/

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Masterlist


Bucky Barnes had chased the adrenaline ‘till he couldn’t breathe anymore.

He was the kinda man who never went through something like this. Something so beautifully overwhelming, something that made his chest tighten and something that pulled his lips back into a stupid and giddy smile. You were doing this to him.

You were the one he’d chased down, 'till he realized you had him wrapped around your pretty little pinky. Oddly enough, he found himself incapable of having a single issue with just how pliable he was in your presence. 

How could he when it made him feel so alive? So…so…wanted?

Because he’d gone his entire life feeling like he truly was a speck of dirt upon the pristine surface of society, a trauma-haunted speck of dirt that was destined to remain trapped in a garage, drinking away the nights that he couldn’t sleep. 

After the terrors in Afghanistan, after returning to this town with a wounded soul, Bucky had been inconsolable, debilitated with insomnia and flashes of anger and panic attacks. Panic attacks and anger that caused trembling fingers and shaky breaths and hot tears. 

Those episodes often led Bucky to recollect those haunting experiences on the battlefield.

They used to call him Sergeant Barnes.

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naadestiel  asked:

Youre one of my favorite writers so I have a favor to ask. Could you write me a drabble for my birthday? Any kind of httyd will do since I love all your stories! Thank you thousand times!

Happy birthday!!! I hope you have a good one! <3 :)

Worn

Hiccup hummed as he strolled down the walk, holding a crate full of mis-matched tools and metalwork. The sky was colored darkly, stars beginning to twinkle as everyone wandered off to she or he’s hut- or both, given the twins.

He paused by Astrid’s hut, noting the flicker of candlelight inside.With a grin he sat the crate on a barrel outside, giving a little knock on the door.

He was only met by silence, so he knocked again, harder this time. There was a squeak along with a crash, wood grating against wood.

“Astrid!?” He called out, concerned.

“Hiccup?” 

“Yeah, it’s me.” 

The door creaked open, revealing a bedraggled Hofferson staring at him through squinting eyes. He double blinked in return, not used to such oddities. Astrid was always so prim, neat, and organized. Right now, she looked a complete mess. 

A beautiful mess, but a non-Astrid mess.

“Ast?”

“Whuh?” 

Hiccup peered closer, noting her lack of armor. “Were you sleeping?” 

No.” 

“You look like-”

“Shut up and come in.” She grumbled, turning around without bothering to shut the door. Hiccup ambled inside and finished the deed, turning back to watch her slump into a chair.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” 

Hiccup eyed her critically, “Are you sure..?” 

“Positive. What do you want?” She ruffled her braid absently, staring dry eyed at the table top. She hadn’t blinked once, which made Hiccup question her truthfulness even more.

“I saw the lights were on, and just thought I’d stop to say goodnight…” 

“Goodnight.” She mumbled.

Hiccup stared, before shrugging and stepping forward determinedly. He gentley grabbed her hand in his and slid into a chair beside her. With a tilt of his head he ducked in front of her face, finally causing her to blink.

“What’s wrong?” He prompted with a little squeeze of her hand.

“Mm, I was just thinking is all. I accidentally fell asleep…” She admitted reluctantly. “Note, “unintentionally”.” 

“I did. Not very you.” Hiccup teased. She cracked a small smile in return, but it was clear she was groggy from her interrupted nap.

“Should I leave and let you sleep?” 

“No, I want some company.” She leaned back and scrubbed her eyes with a sigh. She let her hands fall to the table, glancing back to Hiccup. “How about a walk?” 

He smiled and stood in answer, grabbing her hand again to lead her outside. Toothless warbled from the rooftop curiously upon their exiting, eyes wide and carrying an underlining smugness. 

“We’ll be back in a bit, bud.” Hiccup called out reassuringly, waving his hand. “Go on to my hut and get some rest.” 

Hiccup took the lead as the two slowly ambled down the platform. Gradually the walked further until they reached a high cliff where the platform ended and stone steps were carved. Hiccup took this time to switch positions, following Astrid as they trekked up the steep incline.

It wasn’t a long climb, but once they reached the top the both silently agreed on resting on the cliff side, staring out at the now star covered sky and sparkling ocean spread out before them. In the distance, Hiccup spotted wavering Northern lights, reminding him of that first flight no so long ago.

“Been awhile, huh?” He murmured, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. 

“Yes…” Astrid whispered quietly, almost to herself. “I wish this Viggo-Krogan thing was over… in more ways then one, I miss home.” the last part was breathed, whispered in hope and longing.

“I do too.” Hiccup kissed her cheek. “But if plans go accordingly… we’ll be heading home in less than a year.” 

“A year…” She sighed. “You say it like it’s only weeks away.” 

“It is, approximately 52.” Hiccup replied jokingly, but tightened his hold around her shoulders. “We’ll go back for a visit soon, I promise.” 

“A break… a break would be nice.” She agreed with a straightening of her back. “For a few days, maybe.” 

“We could leave the twins here.” Hiccup added with a laugh.

Astrid grinned, “Unsupervised? We’ll leave Snotlout too, to watch them.” 

“Then… then we’d need to leave Fishlegs to watch Snotlout.” 

“True point. That makes a date.” Astrid teased, jabbing him in the ribs. “You sly dog.” 

He laughed softly, bending down to capture her lips in a quick kiss. “We still have to tell Dad, you know.” 

“I’m amazed he hasn’t figured it out.” 

“I think he has.” Hiccup mused. “He just… I think he’s waiting for me to say something.” 

“Well, that gives our trip a purpose.” Astrid paused to yawn, eyelids fluttering. “When do… when do we leave?” 

“After you’ve slept.” Hiccup chuckled, pulling her close. She rested her head against his and let her eyes slide shut, shuddering a sigh. “Want me to carry you, milady?” 

“You’d kills us both going down those steps.” 

“What? Because of my very rare clumsiness or my prosthetic?” 

“Because of both, they make a deadly combination.” Astrid looked up with twinkling eyes before scrambling to her feet. Suddenly Hiccup found himself dangling from her arms, desperately clinging to her in attempts to keep from falling.

“What the heck, Astrid?” He squeaked.

She began hauling him down the steps easily, grinning widely. “I have both feet and a sense of balance, we’ll be fine.” 

anonymous asked:

If you haven't seen this already: AHBL8 Jensen singing + Jared PLAYING GUITAR!! Finally!! (And here I'm thinking of a wonderful comic by Kamidiox from awhile back about this - you know which one I mean?) anyway YouTube user Kitsune has a really good video. And Jensen was so supportive, u can see him focusing on Jared half the time!! <3 <3 <3 (Italian Anon)

Adding to what I wrote before. Just found more good vids of Jared playing guitar on storify: he’s so shy and insecure still (aww!) Reminds me of Jensen when he first sang and played at a con- and as I said before, Jensen was so caring, splitting his attention between taking care and checking on him and the public :D - Italian Anon  (u can put the 2 asks together if you want)


Hello, dear Italian Anon!

I’ve been gone the entire weekend and now I’m desperately trying to catch up with all that went on at AHBL. Seems as though plenty of things happened during these panels and I’m so bummed the organizer has forbid taking videos and pictures.

Wow! Here’s an amazing, good-quality video of the song by the marvelous out-in-the-open. I’m pretty stunned by the performance, not going to lie! I’m amazed that Jared finally dared to play the guitar in front of an audience. The man has nothing to be ashamed of, his playing was beautiful!

Jensen leans in during the first verse and seems to sing some of the lines directly to Jared. See how they’re looking at each other so often - it’s clear that Jared is looking for support and Jensen is providing it. My heart! Jensen looks so proud of his boy.

It’s happening! I bet it took years of convincing Jared that he’s good enough to perform and now he’s actually doing it. I’m fairly sure it feels like such an accomplishment to them both. I’m insanely proud of them, too!

I couldn’t help but notice that Jensen didn’t want to sing the second verse. My headcanon? He probably didn’t want to sing a bunch of words that don’t speak to him - “And I’m a bad boy, ‘cause I don’t even miss her. I’m a bad boy for breakin’ her heart.” Want to bet their home version goes something like “I’m a bad boy, but I miss him like crazy.”? Hahah, sorry, I can’t help myself.

They gave the impression that this performance was a surprise, but I’m not sure that’s true. Jensen recognized the song awfully fast from a few strums of the guitar and I think he must’ve psyched Jared before the panel quite a bit for him to go through with it at last. It doesn’t really matter, though. I’m just glad it finally happened!

I could watch this video every day. I think I probably will. Is this the lovely comic by the wonderful @kamidiox you mean? I can well imagine them holding each other like that before the panel started. Please excuse me, my head is all over the place because of this beautiful performance! I hope you have a very lovely week ahead of you, sweet anon! Thank you for messaging me about this, this is exactly kind of stuff I love talking about.

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TODODEKU WEEK: DAY 4

LOYALTY

“I tried my hardest. I don’t know what else to do.” -The Darjeeling Limited (2007), Dir. Wes Anderson

AO3


It’s a beautiful day.

In the middle of spring, Shouto would have expected for there to be large heaps of rainfall, equally dreary clouds, humid air and sticky gusts of wind. There should have at least been a light drizzle.

But it’s sunny today, blindingly bright—it resembles Izuku’s smiles.

The pretty rays and brilliant blue sky distracts Shouto from the pointed metal beam sticking out of his gut, the sharp copper scent of his own blood, and the pool of red seeping through his clothing and sinking into the earth beneath him.

Shouto is dying, but, it’s at least a nice day.

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psiioniichearts  asked:

I love your Mystic Messenger headcanons! If you haven't already, I was wondering if maybe you could do one with the RFA dating the MC but they see them irl and find out the MC is a guy? I played the game and loved it but well ^^;; funny story, I'm a guy. Thank you!

thank you so much for this request, i like it a lot! it’s long so i put it under a cut c:

~headcanon requests closed for now~

Seven thought it would be like, the prank of the century! just tell every MC is a girl, it will be SOOOO funny when they all find out! but, um….he had no idea they were all going to fall in love with MC

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anonymous asked:

54. “You drive me fucking crazy.” but in a good way with Archie?

Sure! Thanks for requesting :) Just a little side note, though, I felt like making this in more of a teasing way that’s just kind of cute. Idk, I was feeling cute over NSFW stuff tonight so this is just some cute. Even though Archie is a not-so-subtle hoe, he’s an adorable hoe.

Trying To Study (Archie Andrews x Reader)

Summary: Archie is determined to get a good grade on his upcoming test, you’re determined to get attention. It’s not a very good combination. Regardless, your current devotion is distracting Archie. Tests are important and all but you’re bored.

Word Count: 1060

Prompts: In the ask. Taken from my prompt list here


“Guess who,” you smiled, jokingly putting your hands over his eyes.

“Very funny, (Y/N). I don’t have time for this right now,” he gently pushed your hands away. When he didn’t look up from his textbook, you frowned. Sitting down across from him, you watched him intently. Archie could practically feel your stare burning him but he still didn’t look up, “What do you want?” You shrugged. He briefly glanced at you before returning to the pages in front of him. 

Slowly, you reached over and slipped the textbook away from him. He looked up at you, “I was reading that.”

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Movie night - Moxiety

Prompt 1(sfw):Moxiety, just some cuddles on the couch w/ Netflix
Tw: none
Tag: @fanderofsanders
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Virgil found it odd that morning, Patton had told Roman and Logan that they both would need to be out of the mind space that night until tomorrow morning. Virgil never understood half the things Patton did, but sometimes that was fun, sometimes it was interesting. He didn’t understand why Patton put thyme in the spaghetti sauce (even though he knew it tasted better with it). He didn’t understand how Patton knew whenever Virgil had a panic attack, but he was thankful for the help. He didn’t understand what made Patton love him, but he’d never fight it. It was always amusing to question motives but not to high extent. It was relieving as well that these questions were harmless, they were safe for him or ponder for days but not breakdown over.

Virgil was in his dark room, thinking about this morning and how odd Patton was, listening to Cancer by My Chemical Romance, and wrapping and unwrapping a thread around his wrist over and over mindlessly. Patton knocked on his room’s door,like always , but when he received no answer he decided to go in anyways…like always!

“Hey Virge,“Patton asked from next to Virgils dresser that was coated in emo-theme stickers, MCR band stickers and cartoon stockers alike. Virgil noticed Patton and raided his head before he removed his headphones, figuring if he paid attention he could get Patton safely out of his room faster. “I was wondering if you’d maybe like to join me for a scary movie tonight, just me and you?” Patton asked with a small, almost begging smile and kind eyes just looking at the dark trait with so much hope of a ‘yes’.

“Patton… you know that scary movies make you have nightmares for weeks. Last time we watched Scary Movie III and you had… an accident.” Virgil growls, he was protective over Patton’s mental well being so the idea of Patton torturing himself for Virgil to watch something he likes… it didn’t sit well with the darker. He would rather watch The Wiggles with Patton and have Patton giggly, than watch The Exorcist and have Patton crying in fear all night. As much as he loved the idea of having Patton cuddled to him and using him as a shield.

“Not my fault! Fine, what would you like to watch then?” Patton argues but gives in and sits next to virgil on his bed, leaning his heavy head on to Virgils shirt coated shoulder, the emo trait was comfy to lean against. Patton had used that knowledge to his own advantage many times. Not that Virgil minded, at all. Virgil rather enjoyed the warmth of Patton’s head on his shoulder.

“We could watch the Princess and The frog. I mean I like Dr.Facillier and you like Disney a lot. So that could work if you’d like, we can watch other movies after as well.” Virgil offered and suddenly they both were on the couch in the commons. Netflix already open to the search area. Popcorn, smores dip, graham crackers, an entire case of grape soda, and some cookies were all on the table. Virgil clutched his chest and swore under his heavy breathing, he had to get used to that eventually. Virgil then noticed the stack of pillows and blankets that surrounded them and how quickly patton was in a onesie and at his side. Yes, Virgil was frightened, and breathing heavy but calmed down easily with a hug from the other side, Patton’s hugs were always warm.

Patton took control of setting up Netflix for the movie while Virgil cracked open a cold one, a grape soda, and took a sip. He was glad it was just him and morality for the night, if they’d tried to do this with the other two in the house it’d be nothing but interruptions. Virgil relaxed against the couch, Patton finally got the movie going and cuddled up to Virgil gently. The trait would push either of the other two off of him if they had tried to do this. This was Patton though, this was the Patton that helped him through so many different attacks and helped him in the videos. He’d let Patton tie him by his bangs to a pole for 19 days with nothing but rice cakes to nourish him. Not that Patton would ever do that, he’d leave cookies not rice cakes.

Virgil would go as far to say he loved Patton as more than just friends. He’d never say that out loud. Despite the cuddles, hugs, kisses, and dates. He still had himself convinced Patton didn’t feel the same. That Patton would never feel the same, it scared Virgil with the thought that those three words could make or break what he and Patton had spent so long on.

So as time went on and movies started and ended, Virgil spent more time with eyes on Patton and arms clutching the warm and bright hearted guy.

When it got to be around midnight, Patton had fallen asleep against Virgil and Virgil was actually smiling. A genuine smile. Virgil just watched Patton for a little while, staring as Patton’s chest rose and fell and how the pupils beneath his glorious eyelids moved back and forth wuth no pattern or rythm. The small smile that graced Patton’s lips twitched ever so slightly every once in awhile. The way Patton’s hair fell to cover his closed eyes, how the cardigan hung loose and disorderly. Virgil couldn’t help himself, he fell deeper and deeper in love.

He softly pressed his pink lips against Patton’s forehead and settled in on the couch as well. It took almost no time at all for virgil to fall asleep. In fact it was only 5 minutes before the two were cuddles Co close you couldn’t tell where one person started and the next ended.

That’s how Logan and Roman found them that morning. Logan took note that when left alone, the 2 seemed to flock together and end up in a joined slumber of prolonged affection. Roman just squealed and took many pictures.
Despite the social media side affects and continued experimentation, Patton and Virgil continued to have movie night’s. It was joyful for them and who knows, maybe one day they’d be a Disney movie all on their own.

(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

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M O N D A Y

“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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anonymous asked:

Because of some off handed comment Lance suddenly comes to the realization that his family likely believes he's dead (i like the idea that one of his younger sister is like pidge though)

My poor boy 

“Do you guys ever think about how long we’ve been gone?” Keith took a drink of his water and he watched the fire. 

They were all on a planet that they had recently saved. The aliens insisted that they stay for a celebration. How could they refuse. 

So there they were. Pidge, Hunk, Keith and Lance, sitting around their own fire as Shiro and Allura sat around a bigger fire talk to the chief a few meters away. 

Sometimes I do.” Lance wrapped his arms around his torso. 

“Same here, it has to be awhile.” Hunk stretched out his legs in front of himself. 

“Last time Coran and I checked it had been almost 3 months.” Pidge pushed their glasses up on their face. 

“Wow. What do you think the Garrison did about it?” Hunk questioned. 

“Probably nothing, they didn’t do anything when I left.” Keith kicked a rock. 

“That’s because you dropped out.” Lance said while looking at Keith. They all shared a laugh. 

“Maybe they said that there was an accident. Or we ran away.” Pidge started spewing ideas at rapid fire. 

Every idea that Lance heard he started to fold in on himself. Holding his torso tighter and and lowering his gaze. Do they think I’m dead? Lance’s breathing started to become laboured. He fought back tears. He didn’t want to trouble his friends. 

“Yeah may- Lance are you okay?” Hunk’s voice broke through the cloudiness of Lance’s ears. 

Lance shook his head and prayed that they would leave him alone. 

“Lance, something is wrong. Are you cold? Hungry? Tired?” Pidge started to to list things off. 

Lance shook his head no. The tears were on the verge of falling and Lance wanted them to stop. 

“Lance, talk to us.” Keith placed his gloved hand on Lance’s leg. 

Lance attempted to breath in but it got caught in his throat and he started to cry. “Do you think our families believe that we’re dead?”

Everyone was silent. Did they think that they were dead? 

Lance tried to stop crying but he couldn’t. He started to tremble violently. “I want them to know that I’m okay. I want them to know I’m still here.” 

Hunk, Pidge and Keith all moved closer and hugged Lance. Hunk was sobbing his eyes out, and Pidge was crying slightly. Keith would never admit it but he was also teary eyed. 

They all sat there hugging Lance. Nobody knowing what to say. After all how could they still believe that they were still alive. 

I’m sorry it took so long!

I hope you like it!!

Thank you!

Reggie x Reader: Let Me Explain, Please.

A/N: different scenario, NOT a continuation of “Finding A Date” ~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking out the entrance, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket. Shoving the key into the car door, he bursted through the entrance of Pop’s Chock-Lit shop and made his way towards me.

‘Lord, please help me now.’ I prayed.


“Can you stop please, Y/N? Just listen to me, please.” I slammed the door of my ‘83 Rabbit shut and shoved him away from me. “Listen to what, Mantle? More lies coming out of that stupid mouth of yours?” He took a step towards me and attempted to grab my hand, but I shoved him again.


“It’s not what it looks like-” I let out a dry laugh and ran a hand through my hair, looking around the empty parking lot looking anywhere, but at it him.


“What’s it supposed to look like, then hmm? Tell me that, what’s going on?” I pushed him again, egging him on. Trying to get some answers from him, answers to all this crap he’s got me stuck in. Three shoves and not one word from the tall Asian that stood before me.


“I don’t know how they do it here in Riverdale or if it’s just your dumb ass, because this whole situation you’re putting me in is complete bullshit. You know that, right?” He ran both hands down his face and placed them on his hips and I just watched his face. I could see that his brain was running full speed, trying to come up with some lie to tell me that it wasn’t what it seemed, but he didn’t utter a single word. Shaking my head, I continued to stare at him in unbelief.


“You’re not even going to say anything? You seemed pretty confident running out of Pop’s away from her.” I told him as I threw my hands up and glared through the windows of the diner at the raven haired girl with the sharp eyebrows. ‘God, I can’t even be mad at Veronica! Her eyebrows literally slay my existence, fuck!’. My hands found their way to my hair and tugged harshly at the strands as I growled in frustration.

Closing my eyes, I spoke, “Just answer this, make me understand. Not even three hours ago, you spilled your heart out to me and I told you to give me time because I’m new to this dating shit and I need to straighten out my feelings. For you! Because lo and behold, I fucking like you too. Now, you’re here snuggling with Veronica and sharing a milkshake with her. You almost kissed her, Reggie! What the fuck is this?!” Again. No reply from him.


“What? Was this all some game to you, did those jock dickheads dare you to play with me? ‘Fuck With The Other New Girl's​ Feelings’? Did you need a backup for when I said n-no?” My voice cracked and he finally looked me straight in the eye, his own brimmed in tears.


“No, I just- This was all a big mistake.” He stumbled. ‘I’m so pathetic…’


“The part where you said you liked me and wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or the part where I caught you with someone else after you said you’d wait for me?”


“…I don’t even know.” His shoulders slouched with his hands tucked in the pockets of his varsity jacket and his head hung low. Letting out another dry laugh, I shook my head.


“Reginald Mantle the Third.” Said boy looked back up at me, eyes hopeful and meeting mine. I sadly smiled at him, finally letting the tears fall from my eyes. Reggie’s eyes widened and took a step forward to me, bringing me into his arms. I felt his tears soak into my hair while he cried into the crook of my neck and my own tears soaked the front of his jacket.


“I hate myself for liking you. I wish I had never met you. I wish we were never friends.” He shook his head and held me tighter against him, trapping my arms by my side.


“No, don’t say that, Y/N, please. Don’t say that.” His voice wavered as he pressed his face further into my neck. I stood lax, Reggie just clinging onto me like a little kid and I, his mother, scolding him. ‘Well… I kinda am scolding him, why am I such a grandma though.’


“I wish you’d just left me alone out of whatever this is. I wish that you had just dated Veronica and I could just get over you, find someone else to love because it so hurts so much just thinking about living without you.” I pressed on and tried to wriggle myself out from his grip, but his hold just became tighter and his breathing became heavier and ragged against my neck.


“Y/N, stop. I love you! Veronica-” A new voice cut in.


“Veronica what?” His hold on me became non-existent and I slowly peeled myself away from Reggie’s grasp. I found myself face to face with the one and only Veronica Lodge.


“Veronica… should give Reginald a chance.” I stated. I took one last glance at him and walked to my car, got in, put the keys into the ignition and drove home.

I just sat in my car for a few minutes, thinking. ‘Should I apologise…? No. But, I overreacted. I should’ve waited for him to say something. Did he even have anything to say?’ I wiped the remaining tears from my face and chuckled at that last thought that ran across my mind. “How long was I supposed to wait for him to break my heart?” I asked myself aloud. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and got out the car.


When I made it to the front porch of my house, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Reluctantly, I slid the phone out my back pocket and swiped to unlock it. It was a text. From two people. Two from Reggie and one (many) from Veronica.


REGINALD: Please, meet me after school on Monday I swear just give me another chance Y/N.

REGINALD: please y/n I’m begging you, just meet me after school


VERONICA: Are you okay, Y/N?? I’m so sorry about what happened, please.

VERONICA: I had no idea that you were with Reggie!

VERONICA: Y/N please believe me

VERONICA: If I had known you two were endgame I would’ve NEVER made any advances on him, I swear on my mother’s pearls

VERONICA: Y/N I’M SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!

VERONICA: Is there anything i could do to make it up to you?


After reading Ronnie’s texts… Y/N pieced together what had actually happened without Reggie telling her and she knew.

She done fucked up.


“I done fucked up.” I whispered to myself.

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A/N: hey guys, another trash fanfic from me. sorry, im trying to get my head clear of ideas for that daddy imagine with Reggie but i keep writing other “prompts” I guess. I dunno, I was too dramatic in the beginning bc I was literally frustrated at the time that I had started writing it but then I let it alone for awhile and now i opted out with the ‘misunderstanding’ trope This was supposed to end up with Reggie NOT getting the girl, buuut… I hate those type of endings bc I’m a soft roll of cookie dough:’) Pls tell me if you want a Part 2 or not bc I might just leave it to the Reader realizing that she done messed up Also, sorry for the cussing:’)
Missing Pages (Part 4)

Summary: You had three rules 1. Don’t fall in love with your patient 2. Don’t fall in love with your patient and 3. Do not fall in love with your patient but you weren’t very good at following rules.

Word Count: 1161

Warnings: swearing maybe?,

A/N: I told you i would have another part up today (I’m on west coast time so)

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