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S3 & S4 Parallels so far

Okay so I just wanted to keep a track record on how many damn parallels Julie is giving us this season with Isaks…because this isn’t her being lazy and doing what makes people happy….noooo this is her setting us up for something we will not be ready for. So for us to work out what that is going to be, it might be easier if we look at what exactly has been paralleled so far with Isak’s season. 

1. The Intro

Season 3 and season 4 are the only two seasons to start out by using the same powerful concept of introducing our mains current world with flashes of images of things that are happening everywhere that are connected and actually have an impact on the mains story very much. It shows how important everything that happened around us can be to our own personal small individual worlds. That just because it hasn’t happened to you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, that is doesn’t effect you or have a connection to who you are and what you’re going through. And Both Isak and Sana’s seasons show us this in the first minutes of their story. 

2. Group Dynamics

In both seasons we have gotten a similar scene with Sana/Isak, eating lunch while their friends discuss sex which makes both mains feel alienated and uncomfortable within the group. We see how different they both feel within their group dynamics and this feeling of never being able to “fit in”. This parallel almost sets up that Isak and Sana are both in a similar mind set. The feeling of not being able to connect with the people close to them. 

3. The heartbreak party scene

This parallel was way too similar. The mains both see their love interest with someone else which both hurts and prompts them to question everything they have felt and seen so far. 

4. The Crush Stalking in Biology

I don’t think I need to say much on this one because oh my god this whole clip was a repeat of Isak’s biology clip. Even from the title we go from ‘Even’ to ‘Yousef’, the setting, Mikael, even Isak interrupts Sana just like Sana interrupted Isak. This was a very blatant parallel and I feel like this is Julie’s way of making sure that we know these parallels and repeats are in no way a ‘coincidence’ there’s a purpose and I am so keen to see what it is. 

5. “I’ll fix it” 

So when we go back to Isak’s season the drama all starts with Isak losing Mahdi’s weed. we get this conflict when Mahdi tells him it’s 1000 kroner and Isak tries to calm him by affirming to him that he well “fix it” and thus this is how he ends up getting blackmailed by Sana to go to the kosegruppa where he meets and Even and boom all the drama plays out. This then parallels Sana who says the exact same thing to the girls when they tell her they cannot afford the bus. So just like Isak’s season it seems like this is where all the drama is going to start. With Sana determined to do anything to ‘fix’ this. 

6. The cute kitchen bonding

I loooooved this new clip so much it was so fluffy and cute and it gave me the feels but guys…..it also made me feel incredibly suspicious…why? This is another blatant parallel of the iconic evak bonding domestic kitchen scene from episode 2 of season 3. Even the positioning of Isak/Sana and Even/Yousef is eerily similar. We also have the love interests preparing food for the main as they give them the hearteyes (same) and then they laugh and giggle over cute things and it’s all so perfect. 

Too perfect

Too similar

this is the 6th parallel and I feel like there are more but these ones are the most obvious to me. Clear easter eggs Julie is giving us to freak out over (which I am) she wants us to see this parallel. To notice the Evak reference just like we did with the R+J reference in s3. 

she wants us to see it, so when she pulls back the curtain and reveals the true reference we will once again be thrown off our feet. 

ahhh I am so nervous. 

Feel free to add on any other parallels you guys have seen <3 

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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.16

Sara regains her memories.

how do you silence the voice in your head that tells you you’re a talentless hack and everything you write is garbage asking for a friend

Finn| Into Your Arms |Bálor

Title; Into Your Arms

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader

Word Count; 5523

Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.

Warnings;  NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.

A/N; Found this little gem saved in my documents from months ago because I forgot about it. Heathens!Tyler is a work in progress. Thinking next week.  You know what to do fam. Leave me some noise and kisses.

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Unexpected

I saw some people talking about the “Stiles comes back from college hot” trope, and it reminded me that I needed to make a seperate post for this fic!

Inspired by this post. (On AO3)


He’d been hoping for a reaction.

If he was being honest, he’d actually been anticipating a reaction.

While he’d been away at school, he’d started meeting people and making new friends. Some of those friends had turned out to be fitness guys, who loved running and working out. Stiles had ended up accompanying them on numerous gym trips, until eventually he liked it enough to just go, with or without them. He’d liked the feeling of being stronger, being able to trust his body to do what he wanted.

He’d become more confident with his looks, and started accepting invitations to parties. He’d started buying better-fitting clothes to show off his physique, and felt incredibly flattered when he was flirted with often. He’d kissed a lot of people, talked to a lot more, learned as much as he could, and even hooked up a few times.

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anonymous asked:

#6 for Gaston?? ;)

HERE’S A LIL ONESHOT. srry if its not what you guys expected lol i was super tired while writing it! Thanks for reading, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! Have a good one.


Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock


Title: The Night Before.
Pairing: Gaston x Reader.
Words: 1,368.
Rating: T.
Summary: After sharing a kiss the night before, Gaston meets with you and tries to explain what he’s feeling.


Pretending that nothing happened isn’t going to help either of us.” Hearing that voice in the morning was the last thing you expected. Hearing it as the first sound to awaken your senses after opening your front door was also to say the least, a big surprise. Stepping down from your front door, you pushed on his chest to get him to back away so you could walk. He did, but only half a step. Sighing in defeat, you stopped trying to maneuver your way around his broad body and cocked your hip to the side. You were all to aware of what he was referring to. You had been thinking about it ever since last night. You had gone to bed thinking about it and you had woken up thinking about it. 

You didn’t quite expect Gaston to be outside your house door though, ready to pester you about the mishap in the tavern the night before. You figured he’d have been too hungover to actually be awake this early, but here he was in all his post-war glory. Reckon, he did look a bit messier than his usual self, with a few stray hairs, bags under his eyes, and disheveled tan jacket that clung perfectly to his structured torso.

Looking at him in astonishment, it appeared as if he didn’t sleep at all and spent the night waiting to see you again. Clearing his throat, Gaston fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons in the middle before slicking back his hair. Rolling your eyes at the thought of Gaston performing such a romantic task specifically for you, you acknowledged his words. Swallowing softly, you grasped your skirt and tugged the fabric out of his hands swiftly. It left him a bit starstruck as you flattened the front of your dress and muttered to him, “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss.”

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anonymous asked:

I know you said the characters needs to be ready to come out, so I hope asking this is cool? As a trans boy I'm really interested in how Dallas Deals with being trans? And how his environment reacted?

Since this probably won’t be elaborated in comic.. He comes out at an early age. His dad was still alive. He was probably 7 when he started pulling at his pigtails. His mom bought him a pair of really pretty dolphin-pendant hair ties and he felt so bad for telling her he didn’t want it. He probably felt really mean so he’d wear it around his wrists. when he was 8 he asks his mom if he could cut his hair short and she and his dad agreed. Dallas wasn’t a very spoiled kid, and his dad let him do and wear whatever he pleased with his body (so long as it wasn’t harmful, or anything.)
So yeah. When Dallas was 9, him and his dad were going dress shopping for a family seder, but Dallas had failed an exam and he already had a really crappy day so he just. Sat down on a bench near the stores and Started Crying.

 His dad says, “Abby, what’s wrong?”
and he says, he doesn’t know why he’s crying, but he says, wearing dresses makes him uncomfortable. He shows his dad the hair tie and he says he feels bad saying no to all the stuff his parents buy him, but he’s just. He appreciates it but he doesn’t know what to do with it.
While yes, in later years he will understand that it’s 100% okay for a boy to wear dresses and makeup, and other things typically considered “feminine”, when he was a kid, he had an intense need to “pass.”
His parents are confused, but only at first.
Dallas is very lowkey. After his dad dies, him and his mom and baby sister move to Oregon. At his school. He’s always introduced himself as Dallas Ezra Margolin. His deadname would be Shulamite Abigail Margolin.
When he was 9, his mom cried a lot, and Dallas was scared she was disappointed, but she tells him, she was scared of how many times she’d unintentionally hurt him. Dallas flushed and asked his mom if she could pick him a new name (he loves his mom a Lot). His dad was jealous, and Dallas told him he could pick a name for Dallas too (Abe Margolin Is A Nerd)
Dallas’ mom picked the name of her favorite character from her favorite book, and his dad chose Ezra, which is Dallas’s grandpa’s name.
When Dallas starts T at 14 or 15, it’s the same year he joins the baseball team. Everyone just assumes that Dallas is a shy boy when he refuses to change into gear in front of anyone.
Poppy had sort of suspected. She’d always cuddle Dallas when they sleep together, (she’s very cuddly) and she felt the little clasps that some of Dallas’ binders have. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t feel the need to say anything.
There’s a silent understanding between her and Dallas.
Dallas does plan on telling Malek and Poppy, he’s just. Not sure how.
Until, of course. His mom let him have surgery. He set Malek and Poppy aside. Sits their asses down. “Please listen to me. I need you. This is really important to me. I don’t want you to think that I’m anyone other than Dallas-” his voice cracks, and Malek is about to make a joke, but Poppy is like, quit it.
Because she can see how nervous Dallas is. And Dallas just. Says his mom is gonna let him have top surgery. And Malek is Confused, and Dallas elaborates, Poppy Is Swelling Because She Loves Dally So much. Malek is horrified (keep reading on this pls don’t judge Malek yet) And Dallas can see that. And his mind is all “he doesn’t see you as a real boy.” But Malek is horrified because of all the times he called Dallas a “drama queen.” A “prissy princess” as jokes. He feels awful and sick and he owes Dallas a ton of apologies.
But Malek doesn’t want to make this all about himself. So he shakes his head and he hugs Dallas, like. Really obnoxiously tight. Like the combined force of his binder and Malek’s hug made it really hard to breathe. Malek doesn’t let go for a good, long, while. He mumbles
he supports Dallas All the Way, and he’ll always listen to what Dallas has to say. Later when Malek has Dallas all to himself, he apologizes for all the dumb names he’s called Dallas before.
One time Blake calls Dallas a bitch and Malek is all, freaked, and he’s all pissy at Blake, and everyone is all, whoah Malek what’s gotten into you man? And Malek apologizes. And Dallas decides he should come out to rest of the team. They’re his best friends. Blake feels terrible and says sorry. It’s the only time Blake has genuinely said sorry to anyone and it’s really a miracle to behold. Next practice, Dallas finally feels comfortable changing in front of everyone. Nobody bats an eyelash, and Dallas is so relieved.
There’s really.. A lot more but I wanna include the other stuff in comic so this is all I can give you! But a lot of stuff. In the comic. Soon.
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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part IV)

A/N: YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED MOTHER HAS ARRIVED TO PROVIDE! Anyway I hope y’all enjoy part four of this mini series. We’re almost there my lovelies.


You fixed your hair for the third time as you sat at your usual booth at Pop’s. The whole day got you thinking and you decided, it was unfair to Reggie’s part if you were going to hold it against him that he didn’t like you back. You can’t put all the blame on someone who didn’t have any idea of your feelings in the first place.

You toyed with your necklace.

Maybe, it was God’s plan that you weren’t able to confess. Maybe it was fate’s way of stopping you from destroying your most precious friendship with Reggie. What’s so wrong about being just friends, anyway? You did it once and it was the happiest moment of your life, you were pretty sure you can handle this.

It was time to fix everything. You already lost the chance of Reggie being your boyfriend but you still had your position as Reggie’s bestfriend and you will not screw that up. Not now, not ever.

You glanced at your watch and noticed one hour passed from the supposed time Reggie was supposed to arrive.You finished your first milkshake and ordered another while replacing Reggie’s melted one. Coach must be killing them right now. Well, it would make sense since their championship game was just right around the corner and Reggie had been killing himself to prepare for it.

Hour two.

Maybe, he fell asleep. You texted him once again and tried to call but it was left unanswered. You called a few more times hoping the ringing would wake him up but you gave up after the sixth try.

Hour three.

He didn’t forget, did he?

No, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you. Reggie wouldn’t ditch you like that. You waited. For a call, a text, an excuse, a sign to show you that he still cared. That he didn’t forget. That he didn’t forget about you.

That you mattered.

Hour four.

You woke up with a start when you heard the familiar ringing of the bell when the door opened eager to see if it was Reggie’s disheveled hair and guilty face that would greet you but instead, you found the boy next door.

He ordered his usual from Pop’s before glancing around and beaming when he saw you.

“Hey there, bud.” He said sitting in-front of you. “Late night?” he asked as he pouted towards my laptop.

“Nah, I’m just waiting for Reggie.” You said closing your laptop that you used as a distraction to keep you entertained.

Archie’s smile suddenly dropped. “What?”

“Reggie,” You repeated, to clarify that you were waiting for him without needing to repeat the whole sentence. You rolled your eyes when Archie still looked surprised. “He said we would meet here. Y’know the usual.”

“But (Y/N) –“

“But he is late though and I can’t wait to drown him in guilt when he arrives.” You said stretching your arms a bit and felt the smallest relief as it popped.

“(Y/N) – “

“Have you seen him after practice? Maybe he fell asleep and –“

“(Y/N),” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when Archie took your hand to get your attention. “Reggie isn’t coming.”

This time it was your turn to find the right words to say. “What?”

“I …” Archie sighed. Goddamnit, Reggie. “I saw him leave with V after practice he –“

“No.” You slammed your palm in the table making Archie flinch. “He wouldn’t do that to me.” You repeated the very same words you have been using to convince yourself that Reggie did not forget about you.

Archie stared at you as you looked away. Embarrassment and self-pity filling you inside. Tears tried to escape your eyes but you didn’t give them the permission to fall.

“You’re right,” you gave a glance to Archie who smiled warmly. “He wouldn’t do that to you.”Your bottom lip trembled but you masked it with a cough. “I’m sure he’s probably running here right now and kicking his ass.”

That got a small laugh out of you.

“I’ll just wait with you okay?” You shot him a look. Knowing full well he is just staying to make sure you had someone to take you home if Reggie did ditch you. “So that he’ll feel even guiltier when he arrives.” He lied with a smile.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Okay.”


Reggie woke up with a start from a bad dream he couldn’t remember. He heard ringing from the other side of Veronica’s room only to see that it was his phone that was the source of it. Thinking it was the alarm he set he stood up to turn it off but felt his hands being stopped by a heavy weight only to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully.

“Babe, hey,” he whispered, shaking her gently. Veronica groaned in protest. “Wake up, I need to go home.”

Veronica opened her eyes only to see Reggie already reaching out for his shirt and letterman jacket. “Come on now, stop pouting.”

Veronica groaned even more and reached out for her phone. “Reg, can’t you just sleep over? It’s like –“ She squinted from the bring screen on her phone. “It’s 11:12, baby. Can you please stay? Pleeeease?”

Reggie froze. “What did you say?”

“What?” Veronica watched as her boyfriend literally sprinted towards the other side of the room to check his phone.

Shit.

Reggie literally felt every bone in his body turn frozen solid when he saw that it was in fact past 11 and the ringing did not come from his alarm that he missed four hours ago but from Archie who had been calling him non-stop. Along with a bunch of missed calls from you.

“Ron,” he whispered. Afraid that if he spoke any louder his heart would give out. “I need to go.”

“Wait, wha—“

“Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow. I just – I got to go.”

Reggie forgot all about his car or the fact that he just left his girlfriend, who is probably thinking of ways on how she can break up with him, in her room, too focused on the fact that he just left you all alone on that booth in the middle of the goddamn night.

He just ran and ran and ran the image of your sad distant stare as you waited for him only giving him more adrenaline to run faster. He could feel his legs shaking but he saw the fading lights off Pop’s in the distance and nearly broke the door as he pushed his way inside scaring the life out of Pop’s.

“Jesus, boy,” Pop’s reprimanded. “You gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Pops- wh- where’s –“

“Oh, (Y/N) just left with that Archie boy a few moments ago.” Pop’s said following Reggie’s stare in your booth. Mental images of your hopeful face making his chest tighter by the second and the sudden information of Archie being with you tonight started to fill his veins with poison. He didn’t know what was worse, you being alone or you being with Archie filling up his spot. “Was she expecting you? She looked like she was waiti-“

He ran outside hoping to see a glimpse of you or that red- headed—Archie!

Reggie immediately dialed Archie’s number. “Come on Arch, come on—Archie!”

“Reg, where the fuck were you?!”

“Look I fell asleep and –“

“You better not use that goddamn excuse on (Y/N) she waited for nearly seven hours at Pop’s!”

Reggie was starting to get irritated. Since when did Archie become so attached to you? That was Reggie’s job, not Archie’s, not anyone’s. “What the fuck were you doing with her anyway? Tryna score with my girl, Andrews?”

“What?” Archie’s brain could not even comprehend Reggie’s nerve but he understood that this was Reggie’s defense mechanism.

“I know you like her, Andrews ever since when we were young. And if you’re tryna use this opportunity to –“

“I’m not trying to use anything, Reggie! I just stayed with her because it was late and she had no one to take her home!” Archie nearly screamed on the phone. Defense mechanism or not, he was being an asshole and Archie is going to put an end to it. “In fact, you should be thanking me because if it wasn’t for me your girl would be walking back home in the dark!”

Reggie sighed trying to calm down. “Can I just … can I talk to her?”

“Yeah … that’s the problem pal.” Archie knew that was the closest thing he can get from Reggie as an apology .

“What?” Reggie was pretty sure he was literally gonna die if his heart doesn’t slow down but his fear surpassed his worry about the state of his body.

“I don’t think she’d even want to see your shadow by the looks of it.”

Reggie slumped in the middle of the parking lot. His legs finally giving out. “Is she … is she mad?” Reggie closed his eyes when he realized that mad was the overstatement of the decade.

“No,” Archie said but he sighed making Reggie confused. “Just, I don’t know, sad? Distant? I don’t know how to explain it.”

Reggie couldn’t help but rub his face, trying to calm down. Fuck, that was so much worse. Reggie would’ve preferred if you actually had fun with Archie and completely forgot about him and his slip-up.“Just … where is she? Is she safe?”

“Yeah, I just took her home. But Reg—“

Reggie ended their call before standing up and running towards your house. He’d be damned before he’d let you sleep sad. He felt a buzz on his phone but ignored it, guessing it was Archie trying to stop him.

Reggie literally prayed the whole way to your house to anyone or anything listening from up above. Praying his legs doesn’t give up on him so he can arrive at your house in one piece. Praying you are still awake so that he can apologize properly and you can just forget about this and cuddle. Praying for anything, hell, he’d even accept your anger but he can’t handle you being sad because of him.

When he arrived in your house he swore the ground was moving under his feet but he ignored the urge to throw up. He looked up at your window and saw that you were, in fact, awake. You even looked like you were waiting for him but of course you weren’t. Your gaze was far from him. Your eyes were roaming at the view of Riverdale from your room, trying to memorize every crevice and houses, afraid of forgetting and at the same time wanting not to remember.

Your attention was suddenly torn from your broken yet beautiful town and into your phone.

I’m sorry I’m late.

You looked up from your phone and saw Reggie, a breathless mess, the one thing that was anchoring you into this town. The one thing that somehow managed to become everything you wanted. The person who managed to make you realize that you have a heart while simultaneously breaking it, all without his knowledge.

You wanted to hold on to him until your fingers started crumbling from the pressure but you knew you had to let go.

The tears started falling.

Me too, you replied.

Before Reggie could finish reading the text and trying to call you to try to talk you have already closed your curtains and turned off your phone.

“Goddamnit!” Reggie kicked the grass, trying to find a way to let his anger and frustration out. Once again he sat on the floor, leaning on the tree beside your house.

This was probably the worst fight you had with him. God, did he fuck up.

He opened his phone again to try and call you once more only to see Cheryl’s text from a few minutes ago that sent a chill down his spine.

I warned you.


Reggie was early at your house. Way too early. He brought your favorite sunflowers from the other side of town and drove twice the speed limit to your home to make sure he didn’t miss you even if he had an hour to spare.

“Reggie!” your mom greeted, giving him a hug. “What a pleasant surprise, darling. Come in, come in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” He said giving your mom a hug. “Is (Y/N) –“

“Oh she’ll be down in a few. Sit, darling.” Your mom went back to the kitchen. “Breakfast?”

“Oh no thank you Mrs. (Y/L/N) I’m good.” Reggie doesn’t think he’d actually have the strength to keep whatever he ate inside him, too nervous at your reaction.

“Hey mom I’ll be going early –“

Dumbfounded would be the word to describe as you saw Reggie sitting at the sofa with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous, almost sheepish smile on his face.

“H-Hey.” He said handing you the bouquet. Before you could turn away you saw your mom looking at you at your peripheral view that you gave him a small smile before taking it. “Thanks.” You walked away from him and looked at your mom. “Mom, do you have anywhere to place this on?” you asked.

Your mother smiled sweetly. “Of course,dear.” She said taking the flowers. “I’ll put this in a vase and place it in your room.”

Before you could protest she already walked away going to God knows where. Which left you in an awkward silence with the person you least expected to have an awkward silence with.

“Let’s go?” he asked, trying to slice the tension but trying to ease his way back to you.

“I forgot I actually had to do something –“

“I can wait.”Reggie said too eagerly.

“Reggie –“

“Please (Y/N),” he pleaded. The mask finally falling off to show his desperation. “Let me fix this.”

(Y/N) stared at him but looked down. “There is nothing to fix.”

“I hurt you.” That statement hurt Reggie more than he realized. Saying it out loud really made everything too real. “I fucked up and you are still hurting. God, you couldn’t even look at me for three seconds straight anymore and—and I hate that. And that’s what I want to fix.”

You kept staring down at your shoes while Reggie kept looking at you. Not realizing why he was so afraid to take his eyes off of you. Afraid that you’ll run, which was stupid, but Reggie couldn’t take any chances.

“Walk me to school?” You muttered, looking at him through your lashes.

Reggie gulped but nodded. “Whatever you want, pup.”


When you said ‘walk’ Reggie expected that you wanted to talk but you seemed to be focusing on everything but him. And Reggie is just itching to talk, to hold your hand, to assure himself that he have not completely fucked up the one thing that was constant in his life.

“(Y/N)—“

“Where were you?” You suddenly spoke, making his heart jump. “Last night.” You clarified.

“I fell asleep. Ronnie and I,” the silent wince in your face did not go unnoticed by Reggie and he knew he literally just made everything so much worse. “I—We were messing around and we fell asleep. I set an alarm but I slept through it I’m really sorry (Y/N/N).”

You just nodded and that’s when Reggie started getting defensive.

“Really, pup, why are you making such a big deal out of this. I promise not to do this again, I swear.” He said standing in front of you and offering you his pinky.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I promise –“

“No,” You scoffed and opened your mouth but no words came out. “Wow, you really forgot, huh.”

“What do you mean?” He started getting nervous, if that was possible.

“I thought … I thought that’s why you invited me for a sleepover and—and at Pop’s but …”

“(Y/N/N) please tell me.” He said putting his hands at your shoulders.

Your sad glare made Reggie want to travel back in time and punch his sleeping ass just to stop this from happening. You suddenly looked inside your bag and shoved at Reggie a neatly wrapped box. “Happy anniversary, asshole.” You muttered. “Or is that invalid too since you have a girlfriend already?” You shot at him adding weight on the guilt on his heart. “I hope getting laid was fucking worth it.”

Reggie felt numb.He couldn’t believe he actually forget your ‘anniversary’. His mind got so messed up with football and Veronica that he forgot to buy the bracelet he reserved at the local jewelry shop.

“Jesus fuck, Reggie,” he whispered. He whipped around and ran towards you. You, on the other hand, tried so hard to stop the tears from falling but you were just so full of it.

“(Y/N/N) please I can fix this.” Reggie gasped trying to hold on to you but you just shoved him away. “(Y/N/N)! Wait please!”

“Shut up, Reggie!” you screamed, scaring the shit out of Reggie. “I … I need to go.”

Reggie wanted to protest but you were already on your way so he decided to respect your request. He didn’t realize how literal you meant that.

He didn’t realize he just made the mistake that will screw his life upside down.

More Than Good | R.M.

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Summary: In which you, a student-athlete, believes that you are not good enough. Reggie Mantle thinks otherwise.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 12 ❤️


Bucky Barnes knows pain.

He felt it whenever he fell from the train that fateful day. He felt it when he woke in the lab, his left shoulder searing with pain as they connected the metal limb into the flesh. He felt it when he spent countless days and nights being brainwashed over and over until he couldn’t remember his own name. He felt it whenever he was forced to murder countless of innocent people. He knew pain.

But he never experienced anything like this.

Dr. Strange had finally made it down to the maternity wing as soon as your heart stopped, and immediately, he ordered for a defibrillators and for you to be wheeled to another room immediately. Pepper, while holding your son, was rushed out of the room.

Bucky was completely still as he stared down at your body. You looked as if you were sleeping, just like you used to do next to him every night. But one look at your chest, he could see that you weren’t breathing, far from it. He gently reached forward and grasped your hand in his, running his thumb along your hand. You felt warm, just like you always did. How was this happening?

“Mr. Barnes,” Dr. Strange placed and hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re going to need you to step outside so we can try and revive her.”

“Bucky,” Chloe whispered, gently rocking your daughter. “Your children need you. You have to be strong for them now.”

With a single nod, he let go of your hand. Chloe set your daughter into his arms, positioning her head correctly and guiding him to the door.


“I-I’m sorry?” Tony perplexed, his eyes widening as he replayed Pepper’s words in his mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Pepper sobbed, earning a small cry from the baby boy in her hands. She gently bounced him in her arms, sniffling. “One minute she was perfectly fine and the next….she just….”

Tony let out a huff of air, trying to ease the ache in his chest. No…this wasn’t happening. This was not happening. Maybe he was just hallucinating everything and this was just a giant nightmare. You would be right by his side when he woke up.

He bent downwards, placing his hands on his knees. He did just like his therapist said. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. But for some reason that wasn’t working this time. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of his heartbeat.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Peter asked, his eyes glazing with tears. He was practically trembling as he stared at Pepper for any answers.

By now the entire team was there, with the exception of Bruce, who was set on getting back there and talking to Dr. Strange about helping.

Everyone’s quiet chit chat suddenly came to a halt when Bucky entered the waiting room, his newborn baby girl in his arms. She opened her eyes, starring up at him. That was all it took before the tears began falling down his face.

“Buck…” Steve spoke, making his way towards his best friend. He reached his hand forward, gently running his fingers along your daughter’s little curls. She looked exactly like Bucky, from his nose down to his facial structure. She was literally a little copy of her father.

“Is she…” Steve was afraid to finish that sentence. He’s witnessed his friend experience suffering for so long, he couldn’t bear the thought of him going through this all over again, although he wouldn’t be alone, Bucky couldn’t do this without you.

He needed you.


The nurses scurried around Dr. Strange like a mountain of ants.

He ordered for immediate revival, which meant he had about another half minute to get the defibrillators on your body. He hastily plugged in the machine and turned the knobs with precision.

You were paler than before, but nowhere near where you should be. He’s only dealt with one other delta woman in his life and that was a woman in another country. But he dedicated his entire free time to research, and he knew exactly what you needed. It wasn’t by any means ethical at all, but if it came down to it, he’d gladly risk it.

The thunder outside shook the building as he grabbed ahold of the defibrillators and pressed the small red button. The high pitched veering  sound could be heard as he rubbed the paddles together.

“And we’re clear!” Chloe said, nodding at him.

Wasting no time, he pressed the paddles down onto your chest, sending a wave of electricity though your body.

Nothing.

“Alright, take it to a hundred watts this time!” He exclaimed, rubbing the paddles together. “C’mon, Y/N,” he whispered. “Come back to us.”

“Clear!”

He placed the paddles back onto your chest, but right as he did, a loud clap of thunder shook the entire building.

Causing the entire building’s electricity to collapse.


Pepper shushed the baby boy in her arms quietly, gently bouncing him in her arms. What was going on? The forecast showed a zero percent chance of rain today, so how on earth was it storming? Thor was away in Asgard at the time, something to do with his brother Loki. So this wasn’t his doing.

The entire room plummeted into darkness, causing everyone to go into a slight panic.

“Everyone chill out,” Tony spoke, digging into the pocket of his blazer. He pulled out a small, sphere like machine and placed it on the floor. Immediately, the room lit up.

“What is that?” Wanda asked, staring at it curiously. Everyone crowded around it as Tony bent down in front of it.

“This here is Tinker Belle,” he explained, patting the little ball as it shined. “She’s like a little handy helper in case things go downhill.”

The sounds of a baby crying caused everyone to jump. Sharon cooed at your daughter, who was fidgeting wildly in her grasp, her face in a scowl of displeasure. She was going to be a force of nature when she got older.

Bucky immediately made his way over to the woman and gently tucked his daughter into his arms. Her cries ceased as soon as she felt him, nuzzling her little head into his chest and dozing off.

When he glanced upwards, he found that everyone was staring over at him, knowing smiles on their faces.

Tony would never say it out loud, but…man, he would give anything for his father to look at him like that.


Dr. Strange looked down at his watch frantically. 

Thirty seconds.

You had thirty seconds left before it would be far too late for you. Seeing as that most of the nurses had rushed to the basement, in search of the generator, he figured it was now or never. 

He slid off his gloves and threw them to the side. 

“Chloe,” he chimed, looking in her direction. 

Chloe jumped, turning around to face him. “Sir?”

“What I’m about to do, is probably highly illegal and unsafe. But if it saves Ms. Barnes’ life, I’m more than willing to take that chance. But, I’m going to need your full discretion. Understood?” 

Chloe frowned, her eyes widening like saucers. What was he talking about?

“Sir, I’m afriad I don’t understa- OH MY GOD!”

Blinding emerald light filled the room as he grabbed ahold of the paddles and rubbed them together. As he rubbed them, small green sparks emitted from the defibrillators. He looked back down at his watch. 

Seven seconds. 

With all the hope in the world, he placed the paddles onto your chest. 


Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the bright sunlight that peaked through the curtains. Everything ached, from your head to your toes. Especially your stomach. 

Wait.

You trailed your hands down your hospital gown until they were resting on your stomach. 

Your now normal sized stomach. 

You gasped, lifting the gown up to your chin, peering down at your body. What was going on? The last thing you remembered was being wheeled into the maternity wing. Oh god. 

Did you…did you miscarry?

“Doll?” you jumped at the deep voice beside you. 

“Bucky!” you cried, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. You had absolutely no memory of what happened, but you knew he would. 

In an instant, you felt his arms gathering you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in his amazing scent. Immediately you felt all the anxiety leave you. 

“I…I honestly thought I lost you.” He whispered, pressing his face into your hair. You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Did something happen? Where is the baby?” You began panicking once again. Why wasn’t he here with the baby? Was she okay? Was she really a girl like Remy said? 

Bucky let out a small chuckle, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand. You leaned into the touch, nuzzling your head into his palm. 

“They’re just fine, doll.” he assured you, his eyes searching your face. 

Your eyes immediately snapped open. 

“They?” You sputtered, frowning in confusion. 

He beamed before pulling away from you, much to your dismay. He made his way over to the door and opened it, revealing a very excited Pepper and Tony.

Along with a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket and a little baby in a similar pink blanket. 

You covered your mouth, your eyes filled with tears. Twins? How didn’t you notice before? How did Remy not see it? 

You held out your arms, making little grabby hands at your two children. They both made their way towards you, each of them meeting you on opposite sides of the bed. Tony placed your baby girl in your right arm, while Pepper placed your baby boy in your left arm.

As if on cue, they both opened their eyes at the same time and peered up at their mother. 

“I can’t believe I’m a grandpa now.” Tony sniffled with a smile, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. You let out a sniffle of your own as you peered back down at your children. 

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Pepper asked, wiping away tears of her own. 

“Bucky really likes Isabel,” you chimed, looking over at your husband. He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“Isabel is perfect,” she smiled. “And the middle name.” 

You paused for a second, looking down at little Isabel. She smiled a toothless smile as she stared at her two parents. 

“Rebecca is pretty,” you offered, looking up at Bucky. He smiled, his eyes watering with tears. 

“That’s perfect.” he says, running a hand down Isabel’s chubby little cheek. 

“I’m not saying you should, but uh…I’ve always liked the name Franci-”

“I’m not naming my son Francisco, Tony!” you exclaimed, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Y/N here already picked out Noah James, which I think fits him perfectly.” Bucky chimed in, planting a kiss on his son’s head. Noah giggled, making grabby hands at his father. 

“So Noah James and Isabel Rebecca, those sound like perfect names to be my successors! I can’t wait to build them little Iron Man suits!”

“There’s no way you’re putting my little angels in one of those things, Stark.” Pepper stuck her tongue out at him this time, earning a playful dramatic gasp from Tony. 

You and Bucky watched as the two bickered with each other. 

Bucky slid his arm around you. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, peering down at you. 

You looked up at your husband, a grin on your face. 

“Yes, alpha?” 

“I love you,” he says, and you can feel the love in those words. 

“I love you, too.” you reply, craning your neck upwards until you can press a small kiss onto his lips. 

“To the moon and back?”

“To the moon and back, doll.” 


-Fin!  ❤️ 

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Haechan - “This isn’t a K-Drama”

Originally posted by 1aeil

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: Anon

Request: can you write a haechan (donghyuck) from nct imagine where its your first time making out or smth and its all akward n cute ? tyyyy 

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Hello my beautiful anon! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first NCT request and I’m so happy that it’s about my beautiful baby Haechan! He’s my bias and I’m very excited to be writing about him! I know the story is a little long for an imagine, and also kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Also, I’m sorry if it’s not as awkward and cute as you wanted, but I tried my best and I really hope I don’t disappoint! Please let me know what you think and please feel free to request again in the future! :)

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Making out wasn’t like in the movies, that was for sure.

In the short time span you had been alive you had always believed that making out with the one you loved was this fun, cute thing that happened in every teen based TV show you had ever seen. That it was something exciting and pleasurable and something that couldn’t be explained. That it was something that just happened. Something that everyone naturally knew how to do. Something that was, well…easy.

Yet, here you were, leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter as Haechan, your boyfriend of 3 months, continued to kiss you passionately, your arms awkwardly hanging by your sides as his hands continued to confidently rub against the thin material covering your waist. Your mind continued to get increasingly foggier, the warm feeling of Haechan pressed against you traveling through your body and into your chest, your heart swelling in happiness but your body freezing in inexperience.

“Babe.” Haechan chuckled suddenly, his sweet voice forcing you out of your trance as he pulled away from you softly. “You can’t just stand there. Kissing is a 2-person thing, ya know. This isn’t a K-Drama.”

You looked up at him and laughed, his humor making you feel slightly better about the awkward situation. You then continued to let out a small sigh and shook your head lightly, your teeth gently pushing into your bottom lip as the right words failed to form in your mouth.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your shyness keeping you from meeting his eyes. “I’ve just never done this before and you obviously have. I don’t really know what to do.”

Haechan looked at you and laughed, his hand gently reaching out and gripping your chin as he forced you to look away from the ground and into his eyes. Pools of brown bored into your face as he gave you a small smile, gently removing his other hand from your waist and gripping your wrist, slowly moving your hand from awkwardly hanging by your side and to his neck, small shocks running through your arm as the warmth of his skin met yours.

“Well, let’s start with this.” Haechan recommended playfully, slowly moving closer to you as he brought your other hand to his waist. “I’m not expecting you to be some professional kisser or anything, but you at least got to do something with your hands.”

You let out a small laugh, looking into Haechan’s lively gaze as his notorious, yet charmingly devilish nature started to take over. You moved toward him slowly, your heartbeat speeding up as you could feel his warm breath fan against your lips. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as he leaned into you, his lips no more than a centimeter away from yours as he watched nervousness slowly return to your body.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. Practice makes perfect, right?” He asked, not even giving you time to answer before his warm and gentle lips reconnected with yours.

The kiss was tame at first, soft presses of velvety skin meeting one another and making your heart burst. You leaned into Haechan impulsively, your hand gently squeezing the back of his neck as all feelings of nervousness and inexperience quickly started to leave your body. Haechan’s fingertips slowly began to ghost down your neck and back to your waist, his sweet lips pressing harder against yours as he pulled you closer to him.

You froze for a moment, your mind becoming foggy once again as the new feeling became somewhat overwhelming. Haechan was comforting though, his gentle lips whispering small, reassuring words as tingles begun to crawl down your spine. You unconsciously shuttered, a small gasp leaving your lips as you pulled Haechan closer to you, warmth spreading through your body as you finally began to stop worrying and lost yourself in the kiss.

Haechan let out a small groan, slowly testing the waters by lightly grazing your bottom lip with his tongue. Another tremor ran through you, your mind racing with thoughts as you slowly opened your mouth and met your hot tongue with his. You couldn’t help but wonder if what you were doing was right or if you were taking a completely wrong path, but at this point you didn’t care, the pleasurable feeling of Haechan’s lips pressed against yours better than anything you had ever felt before.

The two of you only kissed for another minute or so, the need for air finally beginning to set in and forcing you to pull away. Haechan immediately tried to pull you to him again, his sly attempt at stealing another kiss making you giggle as you placed your hands on his chest and created a slight distance. Haechan looked down at you, a bright sparkle in his eyes as he stared down into your blush covered face.

“See, I told you not to be nervous. We just need to practice some more…a lot more…like right now more.” He said, a playful attitude lacing his voice as he smiled at you gently.

“You will NOT practice more.” A voice screamed, the exasperated tone ringing throughout the dorm and making you jump. You looked up immediately, eyes searching for the perpetrator before coming face to face with Taeil and the rest of the boys, the light shuffle of shoes against wood entering your ears as all of them quickly made their way into the kitchen.

“Taeil!” Haechan gasped, gently removing his arms from your waist as his eyes grew wide in concern.

“Don’t ‘Taeil’ me! What the heck do you two think you’re doing!?” He asked, hand reaching forward and pointing at the two of you as if you had just been caught making out by a parent or teacher.

You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide as fear and embarrassment set in. You were frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights, your face heating up as a deep blush made its way onto your cheeks and your hands fidgety as you heard some of the other boy’s chuckle at your state.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in on something like this?! Winwin is probably scarred for life now!” Yuta hissed, quickly grabbing Winwin’s arm and pulling him through the dorm.

“Yeah, we don’t want to see you getting it on in the kitchen! This is where we eat!” Mark scolded, quickly making his way past you and Haechan and into his room.

“You’re only children! Don’t ever let me catch you doing that again!” Taeyong demanded, a deep sense of authority lacing his words as he made his way into the living room and turned on the TV.

You heard a chorus of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘for reals’ as the rest of the members quickly made their way inside, each of them giving you and Haechan the stare down as all of them ended up lounging in the living room. You looked at Haechan with wide eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do, and gave a slight shrug, hoping he would say something to lighten the awkward situation.

“Hey, Haechan. I’m watching you, buddy.” Johnny called out, eyes boring into his before secretly giving him a small smirk and a giant thumbs up.

Keep on Living (Chapter 4) Lin-Manuel x Reader


Part 4 was delayed due to sickness and a broken laptop, sorry for the wait. The final 5th chapter will be up soon!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary - Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else in the company of Hamilton. Lin has suspected for a while, and you are forced to confess when he notices a bruise on your stomach .

I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count -  3371

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Your office was dark and silent as you waited for Lin. Down the hall you could hear warm laughter and excited chatter as the cast stayed after the show to meet with the various celebrities in attendance that night. You looked at your watch. If you set off home now then Mark wouldn’t be mad.

Lin had insisted you stay with him tonight. “Remember to wait for me ok? I mean it Y/N, I’m coming to get you as soon as I can get out of here” He’d reminded you minutes before the curtain call that evening.

So now you sat and you waited. You felt like a kid waiting to be picked up after school, and you felt stupid. This was ridiculous. You weren’t a child, you didn’t need need rescuing. You had a home to go and you hated the thought of being a burden to anyone, Lin was probably just being polite. A roar of laughter echoed down the hallway and you flinched. You didn’t want to tear Lin away from all that just to babysit you. You looked at your watch again. If you set off now then you would only be a few minutes late and maybe Mark wouldn’t be that mad. Maybe he’d just shout at you, maybe he wouldn’t hit you.

Lin had promised not tell anyone about the bruise, he’d promised not tell anyone about Mark,  until you were ready. You explained you just wanted to work through today, to put all your energy into the mountain of incredibly dumb and mind numbing paperwork Alex had left you so you wouldn’t have to think about anything else, just for today. He hadn’t pushed you, he hadn’t pressed you. He’d nodded solemnly and said “whatever you need” with a devastatingly kind look which just crushed you.

The weight of this secret hung over you both like a dark cloud all day. The Ham4Ham show which he’d been excitedly plotting all day was now postponed and he approached Renee and Oak to take the lead and host instead.

“Hey what happened to the Backstreet Boys thing? You getting nervous about those dance moves huh?” teased Oak.

“Yeah I guess” Lin replied wearily. Renee pushed Oak aside, sensing something amiss and reassured Lin it was fine.

A few hours earlier he had been so excited about doing something so goofy. But now his eyes had lost their sparkle, instead he looked pensive and reserved and you noticed that he kept tensing his hands into tight fists and closing his eyes. And that made it worse, because it was fine for you to feel shitty, but now there was the overwhelming guilt of making Lin feel shitty too. And he didn’t deserve that.

You looked at your watch again. Ok, if you set off now then you’d definitely be home late. Mark would most definitely be in a terrible mood. He would yell at you that you were disgusting, ugly, pathetic, and as long as you kept quiet and apologized maybe he wouldn’t hit you that hard.

At that moment the door to your office swung open and Lin’s head popped round the door

“Hey Y/N, you ready? Sorry it took so long”

You swallowed the panic that had been rising in your chest only moments before and breathed. The sight of Lin’s soft eyes and a face greeting you with such kindness melted away your trepidation. You nodded nervously and Lin stretched out his hand.

“Let’s go” he said, smiling at you. You offered a weak smile in return and he grabbed your hand to lead you out.

“Ok so I’m warning you, I wasn’t expecting company tonight so things might be a little bit messy” laughed Lin as he opened the door to the apartment. It actually wasn’t that bad, you’d expected it to look a lot more chaotic, but there were piles of notebooks, papers, post-its, forgotten projects, and just the usual chaos you were used to seeing around Lin all the time.

“Honestly it’s fine” you mumbled, looking down at the floor. “I’m just so sorry to be putting you out like this, I feel awful, I shouldn’t be here.” You paused as you entered through the door, as though maybe you really should just turn back home right now. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

“No way, you’re staying. I mean it. You spent the whole cab back here apologizing, you are now entering a no apology zone, ok? No more apologies.” He gave you his best school teacher frown, the one that he used in rehearsals to make you laugh, and you squeezed out a small smile

You place your bag down on the couch, feeling everything move around you in slow motion. You felt like you were under water. When did this become your life? It was an almost an out of body experience where you could see yourself from above, feeling sorry for this mess of a girl in Lin’s apartment. You wondered when you had become this weak.

“I said are these ok?”

“Huh?”

You realized Lin had been talking to you and you’d zoned out. You’d been doing that a lot lately.

Lin gestured at the clean towels in his hands.

“I thought you might need a shower, I just got you some towels. There’s some stuff to sleep in as well, it’s all clean I promise”. He smiled warmly at you but his eyes were still clouded in darkness. The face of someone so desperately trying to cheer you up while masking their own pain. You nodded and smiled and headed to the bathroom.

The hot shower felt good against your sore stiff muscles. Your body ached, and your belly was tender to touch. You looked down at your skin now marked in a map of bruises, some old, some new, and vowed to yourself that there would be no more new bruises after tonight. Mark would never hit you again.

You dried off and smiled to yourself as you unfolded the Ducktales t-shirt and sweatpants Lin had left you. The jersey felt soft against your skin, smelling of peppermint and fabric softener. You headed back to the lounge and for a second you watched Lin as he sat, unaware of your gaze. He sat on the edge of the couch, his hands clasped together in a tight fist which rested on his knees, bouncing up and down in agitation. He cricked his neck. There was a rage in his eyes which he’d been hiding from you. You’d seen it briefly that afternoon when you’d first shown him the bruise, but he’d worn a fake smile all evening for your benefit. But here was the same murderous look on his face, the anger that had scared you, and you felt an instant pang of guilt for making him feel this way.

“Thanks for the shower” you said, making your presence known. Lin looked up at you, the rage instantly melting from his face, and he smiled at you.

“And thanks for all this” you said gesturing to the camomile tea he’d prepared and the blankets and pillows on the couch which he’d set up.

“Oh this is for me, you’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight” said Lin, moving over so you could sit down next to him.

“But..”

Lin held up his hands in protest. “Y’N there’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on this couch ok? No arguments. The bed is yours.” You sat down clutching the mug of tea for warmth and gave a resigned nod.

“God I’m so sorry…” you began

“Hey, this is a no apology zone remember? “ He smiled at you in reassurance and his smile, god, it was more than you deserved right now.

“I’m sorry. I know you said no apologies, but god I’m so sorry” You blinked back the tears forming in your eyes as Lin affectionately placed his hand on your shoulder with a soft squeeze letting you know that it was ok.

“Talk to me” Lin said gently.


And you talked.

You finally talked.

All the things you hadn’t been able to say, finally got said. You told him how things weren’t always like this. How the early days of your relationship with Mark had been fun, how he’d made you feel good, how he used to be a nice guy. But then how he’d lost his job and ended up moving in with you far too quickly and now it doesn’t feel like your home anymore.

Lin didn’t look away, he nodded at you to continue, he never interrupted. When you found yourself unable to form words when things get too difficult, he lightly traced small soft circles on your shoulder with his thumb, inviting you to continue, but never pressuring you to speak. His eyes showing you that he unequivocally believed you.

In a moment of quiet you sipped your tea which had now turned cold.

“And when did he first hit you?” asked Lin, his tone solemn quiet.

“It wasn’t hitting to begin with” You explained. “He’d say things, yell things. He’d yell at me that I was a slut, that I was a whore, that I was disgusting. He’d tell me I was pathetic, that nobody would want me, he made me feel grateful that he even wanted me. He laughed at me, said that my music, my work was worthless, that soon everyone would see I was worthless. And after a while I guess I just started to believe it too. I know that sounds stupid. I mean I know I’m stupid.”

Lin shook his head and stared at the floor, his mouth opened then closed, as though he was about to speak but forced himself not to before taking a breath.

“You aren’t stupid” he whispered.

You told him about the first time he’d hit you. The black eye, the marks on your wrist, the way he’d pulled your hair.

You told him about how Mark had seen the video, about how Jasmine’s words had antagonized him. How angry he’d been.

“And if that wasn’t enough, he heard me drunkenly refer to you as cute in that video, and boy was he gonna punish me for that”.

Lin turned his head to stare at you in that moment, his eyes were wild.

“It was nothing, I was drunk, but he heard it. And that’s why it’s my fault. That night he…. Well I don’t think I can even say out loud the things he called me that night, I don’t think I ever want to hear those words again” You swallowed hard.

“That night I guess I was just a punching bag for him. He told me he’d hit me where nobody would see. He punched me so hard I couldn’t breathe. I just remember him kicking me in the stomach and then nothing. I think I passed out from the pain.”

You swirled the mug of half drunk cold tea in your hands and breathed deeply. You had said it. You’d finally told someone. You felt lighter and free but also in utter shock from your own words, you’d not heard them said out loud before.

You looked over at Lin. He was still staring at the floor. His knee bounced while slowly shaking his head. His hands were in two tight fists, his knuckles white which he flexed and tensed. He muttered in Spanish under his breath

“…Voy a matarlo”

“Lin?”

He looked up at you. He couldn’t keep the anger out of his face this time.

“I’m sorry. I just… god I just can’t believe that someone has done this to you!” He spat out in a rage. “That this fucking scumbag thought he had the right to do this to you. It just….”

Lin sat back against the couch, running his hands back through his hair, exhaling in exasperation.

He looked at you biting his lip, biting back the rage and steadying himself.

He lowered his voice.

“This wasn’t your fault. You know that right?”

“I know. But it’s also hard to really know that. When you hear that you’re a giant piece of shit for 4 months straight that becomes the only truth that you really know.”

Your eyelids felt heavy and you rubbed your temples. It was 3am. You’d talked for most of the night and you suddenly felt exhausted.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you talk about this so much.” Lin said, standing up and reaching out his hand.

“Hey, this is the no apology zone remember” you said smiling sleepily, and you grabbed his hand as he lead you to the bedroom.  

You couldn’t keep your eyes open and Lin pulled back the sheets while you climbed in bed. You wanted to say more, you wanted to apologize at least a hundred times more, explain that you weren’t stupid, you wanted to figure out a plan of action, figure out what you were going to do about Mark, and then add a few more apologies in for good measure. But all you could mumble out was a sleepy “thank you” as your head hit the pillow.

Lin pulled the blanket over you and gently kissed your temple while whispering “Goodnight” before turning out the light and leaving you to sleep.

You woke up just 3 hours later in a panic. Where were you? Where was Mark? You caught your breath and tried to calm yourself down. Your eyes adjusted and you realised you were in Lin’s room. Last night’s confessional came flooding back and you realised it was ok,  you were safe. Mark wasn’t here.

You sat up in bed. The blanket, the pillows, your t-shirt all smelled of Lin: peppermint, his coconut shampoo, and something else, something warm and familiar. Looking at the empty space next to you in the bed you felt a pang of loneliness and the dawning realisation that you wished Lin was there with you. You rubbed your tired eyes. It was far too early in the morning to be having these kinds of confusing feelings. You at least needed coffee before sorting through those emotions.

You crept out of bed, heading down the hall hoping to get a glass of water from the kitchen without waking Lin. You stood in the doorway and a smile crept on your face. You didn’t have to worry about waking Lin. It was 6am and Lin was sitting cross legged on the sofa eating cereal watching cartoons with a dopey contented smile on his face.

“Morning!” you croaked

“Hey sleepyhead” he grinned moving up to give you space to join him on the sofa.

“Why are you even awake?” you laughed as you climbed up next to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I could ask you the same” he smiled.

He set his bowl of cereal down, putting his arm around you and greeting you with a friendly forehead kiss, which made your skin tingle. Oh yeah, this was definitely adding to the confusing crush building in your head. But you didn’t move away, you felt safe, and warm, and happy for the first time in months.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t sleep much?” he asked.

“Nah” you sighed. “But it’s ok, I actually feel good. There’s just still so much to sort out though.”

“This definitely calls for coffee then!”

Lin jumped up and brought back the pot of coffee from the kitchen and two mugs and for the rest of the morning you quietly watched old episodes of Powerpuff Girls under the blanket on the sofa in a comfortable sleepy silence. You were so relieved that he hadn’t pressed you for more details, thankful that he hadn’t tried to get you to talk any more. You were all cried out, and you were so grateful that there was no expectation for you to continue the intense conversations from the night before.

“You know you can stay here for as long as you need” Lin said finally, breaking the silence. “You don’t have to figure anything out just yet, we can deal with Mark stuff later when you’re feeling up to it.”

You nodded. You weren’t able to make any of the big decisions that morning. Decisions such as whether to go to the police, how to get Mark out of your home, how to move on with your life, and why you felt this strange nervous flutter inside you when Lin smiled at you. They would all need to wait for another time.

“Thank you” you said earnestly. “Honestly, for everything, just… thank you.”

He smiled before pulling you back into another hug. It’s a friendly gesture, you told yourself. But still, you felt tingles of confusion and excitement ripple through you as he pulled you back under his arm and kissed the side of your head. You shivered and turned to face him, your nose practically touching his. Your skin felt electric.

This wasn’t just a friendly gesture.

Neither of you spoke. Neither of you looked away.  He glanced down at your lips, his mouth opened and he gently cupped your cheek with his hand. He looked up at your eyes searching to see if this was ok. You saw the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly before he pulled you close to him and closed his eyes.

He kissed you so softly it tickled your lips. A small soft butterfly kiss that seemed to linger in slow motion as his bottom lip dragged lightly against yours. It lasted a second before Lin pulled back, removing his hand from your face and shaking his head, his eyes already full of apologies.

“God, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” He shook his head and bit his lip.

You looked from his eyes, down to his lips and you didn’t even think. You leaned in and kissed him again. You caught him by surprise and pressed your lips to his.  He slowly began to kiss you back. They were small delicate quick kisses at first, turning into deep hungry desperate kisses, and you felt his hand in your hair, holding the back of your head pulling you closer to him, and his other hand caressing your cheek while his lips danced with yours. Strands of his hair brushed against your face as your pressed closer.

His lips felt urgent and warm and you felt his hand move from your cheek, slowly moving down your arm before wrapping around your waist. You gasped, your skin was still so tender to touch and you suddenly broke away from his lips, moving his hand away from the sore and aching bruise on your waist.

“Oh shit…” Lin began

“It’s ok it’s ok, I just… It still hurts” you winced.

“God, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, we’re in a no apology zone, remember?” You smiled, but Lin didn’t smile back. He stared  down at your waist where you’d lifted up the t-shirt to inspect your bruise. Your skin was dark purple and blue, with yellow edges and his eyes were wide in panic.

“No, this is too soon. You’re vulnerable and not ok, and I don’t want to take advantage of you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

There was a stunned silence, and your face flushed with embarrassment. Of course he didn’t want to kiss you. Who would want to kiss you? You were ugly and pathetic, and isn’t this what Mark had always told you? You were worthless, you were nothing, you were a joke, and you all you heard was Mark’s cruel laughter ringing in your head.

“It’s ok” you said softly. “It was my fault, it was stupid. Let’s pretend that never happened ok? We’re just friends, I was confused and I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

(Mark was right, I’m pathetic. I’m ugly. I’m a joke)

You looked back at the tv, suddenly finding yourself incredibly immersed and engrossed in the latest Powerpuff Girls adventures avoiding all eye contact with Lin.

“Hey Y/N really, it’s ok, you didn’t overstep, I really wanted to…”

You cut him off

“Hey, so I should probably get dressed” you exclaimed, a little too brightly. “And I might need to head to Target and pick up some underwear or something.” You began clearing up the the mugs and Lin’s forgotten cereal bowl.

“And we still have Ham4Ham to work on today. I hope you’ve been practicing your Backstreet Boys!” You forced a wide grin.

Lin’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you ok?”

“Of course!” you smiled.

(I’m ugly. I’m worthless)

“Are we ok?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. “Yes of course we are. You’re absolutely right, that shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just keep things light and easy today, I think that’s all my brain can handle.”

(Mark was right)

Lin looked at you, studying your face before nodding slowly in agreement.

“Whatever you need, I’ve got you.”  

You nodded, unable to speak. Faking a smile and holding it together had become your speciality.

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Thanks for reading.  The 5th and final chapter is coming soon here!

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.2

Okay for starters…I made Y/BF/N Jamie because I’m typing this on my phone and typing Y/BF/N is annoying lmaoo sorry. And the anon who originally requested this has asked me to focus this mainly on black girls/POC, so I’m extra hyped.

Also I honestly think I might make this a series? The beautiful and most talented Gabby (@lukeysgirlkinda inspired me to, but I didn’t have a prompt. Might also steal her idea of a new chapter every 100 notes…what do you guys think?


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten


You checked over your outfit once more in the full body mirror before walking carefully down the stairs. You’ve had more than one encounter attempting to run down the stairs before someone reached your house and it always ended badly.

“You look so pretty!” Jamie grinned as she turned around on the couch to see you.

“All I did was my hair and makeup, Jamie. I have on shorts and a shirt.”

“Can’t ever take a compliment.” She rolled her eyes playfully.“ What time is Calum coming?”

You checked the time on your phone before answering,“Any minute now.”

“You’re excited, aren’t you? I mean there’s a hot, young Australian who wants to be your sugar daddy. How much better can life get?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a sexual person, Jamie, how am I just going to be there at his every beckoning call?”

“You’ll do it, trust me.” She laughed, her smile widening when she heard someone knock on the door.

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Leonard McCoy x Reader

1,666 words

Beta: @trekken81

Triggers: None, but if you find something that should be tagged let me know

Soulmate AU: You thought you were one of the few people born without a soulmate until Jim’s meddling and the touch of a Doctor prove you wrong.

Originally posted by ensignspace


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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”

Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”

Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.

A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :) 

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless @markedbymymistakes


You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.


Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.

On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.

“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”

Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.

“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”

“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.

“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.

“He better only be just a friend.”

“Goodbye, dad.”

“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”

“Will do.”


You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.

Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.

You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?

Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.

Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.

After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.

Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.

It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”

“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”

Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.

You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.

“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.

“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.


After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.

Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.

The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.

You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.

Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.

An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.

You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.

I work at a place that repairs watches. The work itself is great fun, but the customers. Oh god, the customers.

We’re inside of a mall and the place itself is a full square kiosk that you enter from one side through a wooden gate. We’re fully enclosed in here and it sometimes feels like a jail cell(this has relevance later on).

I have so many stories that I could tell, but I’d be here for ages, so I’ll just pick out a few:

Once a frantic woman was pacing around my kiosk as I came back from a break. I opened the large wooden gate, entered in a key code on the alarm system, then unlocked the combination lock on the lower part of the door to let myself in. Once fully inside the kiosk, this frantic woman rushes up to the counter in front of me and gasps “I NEED MY BATTERY CHANGED! DO YOU WORK HERE?!” Like, first off, settle down. It was your average, run of the mill watch, not life threatening if it died. I actually have a regular customer that comes in for batteries who could die if her watch died and was unable to remind her to take her medicine, but this lady was just nuts. And this was already the day from hell and I bit back “Obviously.” Lady. Are you serious? I’m INSIDE the kiosk. I had to use TWO pass codes to get in here. You WATCHED me put them in. I wanted to shake my head and say “Nope! I was walking by and I wanted to know what it felt like to be a miserable peon that answers dumb ass questions all day! Dream fulfilled!”

The second was much more recent, like last week. A young lady came up, likely in her 20’s. She asks my coworker, word for word, “Can you put time in my watch?” Naturally, he was confused. As am I. He asks if she meant she needed the time set(daylight savings time was just a few days away and some people will spring ahead early, I dunno why). She says, “No, I need you to put time in it!” By this point, I’m shaking, laughter threatening to burst out of me. Coworker actually turns to me and stared blankly because he’s confused. She asks again and he turns back and takes a shot in the dark, “Did you need a battery?”

She’s frustrated at this point, “It HAS a battery!! I need you to put TIME in the BATTERY! SO THE WATCH WILL GO!”

I’m dying! Losing it so hard that I have to hold my mouth closed and bend down out of sight. He just agrees with her at this point, it wasn’t worth more arguing. After he’s done, she asks him how much time he put in it. He said he filled the battery up and she was all set. After she paid and left, we both lost it. I wonder what she thinks time looks like.

This job is certainly interesting!

winterwakusei  asked:

Hey remember me? Who loves gakurans?? I dunno whatever not important, however!! I haven't read fanfics in ages and I kinda wanna do that again and I wondered if you had any recommendations? I hate looking for them myself because I'm really picky about characterization.. If they're slightly ooc I'll be running the other direction. And I don't like angst unless it's absolutely necessary for a good plot. Soo... do you have anything to rec? Preferably terumob but I'm open for anything good really

Hi! Hahaha, I remember you of course! Sorry for the delayed response, I had to go check out ones I’ve read. Generally I consider myself pretty picky about characterisation too since like, there is a reason I like characters to begin with you know? And I tend to be a little weird about sticking somewhat to canon as well. However I’m finding with Mob Psycho I’m having some leniency because there is kind of a range of characterisation preferences I’ve noticed where it’s not so much in character and not in character but dependent on what particular attributes the writer focuses on (plus the characters are like hard to write, for me anyway). Most people write Reigen… nicer than I generally perceive him as, but I wouldn’t say it’s incorrect in anyway, just different focus. He’s still the dude that does this stuff to me though.

ANYWAY!!! Recommendations!

Return. Continue. (TeruMob) I don’t think you could follow me and not know these because of my, ahem, minor obsession, but I’m going to mention them anyway because for me they are like a PERFECT representation of how I personally view Mob and Teruki.

Temporary Accommodations (General) I’ve mentioned this one before but I’m further into it now and really enjoying it. It’s a nice action one and I like the way Reigen is written.

That’s a Bummer, Dude (TeruMob) I thought this one was cute and heartfelt, it has a nice feeling to it

Tomorrow Isn’t Always Another Day (General) I’ve mentioned this one before too, but best Reigen. I like that this one felt like the same humour as the comics, especially the omake, I haven’t seen that a tonne in the fanfictions.

When there’s nothing but the long way ‘round (TeruMob)This is a set of 8 that was done for Valentine Day prompts i believe and I found them to be very cute.

Turning Slowly (TeruMob) I liked this one, especially since it wasn’t super fluffy and I’m a sucker for anything that has unrequited hahahaha

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (TeruMob) I do like Teruki suffering, just a little bit.

It’s Okay to be Truthful (TeruMob) This one is short and cute and I need like everyone just to give me clueless Mob because it is amazing

Hell Is Real (So Hurry Up and Kiss Already) (TeruMob) It’s almost more about Ritsu than anything else but I found it funny and cute.

How the light gets in (TeruMob) I thought this was very cute, and I like the confusion aspect of it, it made the end scene entertaining to read.

A Way With Words (TeruMob) God damn that ending line

It’s okay to rest  (TeruMob) Like i said, I’m a sucker for clueless Mob hahaha

The Accelerated Velocity of Terminological Inexactitude (TeruMob) This is like the romcom flick version of Mob Psycho. I really like the Teruki in this one.

Okay, this list got quite long. I just have been having a lot of fun reading through these okay? I hope you like some of these as well! I would be interested in hearing which type you prefer since there is quite a range in there!

Oh! And I guess I’ve actually written two as well. One more so than the other. Did it hurt? and Self-destructive Tendencies

I Hate Your Ideas

“I hate your ideas. I hate them almost as much as I love you, which is so much.”

“You’re insane!”

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller

Ship: Jughead x Andrews!Reader; implied Archie x Betty

Warnings: making out; some swearing

A/N: I had a weird idea. It’s not very romantic, just a bit funny. Don’t ask XD

Originally posted by stydiaislove

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“You’re insane!” your boyfriend of one year, Jughead Jones, exclaimed at your proposal. “I hate your ideas. I hate them almost as much as I love you, which is so much.” Veronica was doubled over laughing, and Archie was facepalming. 

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