if you don like him ha sorry

pastelmogar  asked:

you seem to know Michael's character really well! I'm planning to write a bmc fic, but I don't want to do Michael's character wrong? would it be too much to ask your help with characterizing him? like what things I should be sure to include/keep out while writing him? sorry if this is a weird thing to ask, ajshdjf

ok i’ve gotten a few asks like this so i guess i can help somewhat ?? btw my word is not final i don’t wanna tell ppl what to write/not to write but at the same time, ppl really mischaracterise michael at times ?? 

ok so i’m just gonna go over some stuff i feel need to be avoided

  • if you’re writing anything boyf riends related, give michael more complexity and actual feelings. what i mean by this is that this kid already has dependency issues; just because jeremy comes back into his life again doesn’t mean michael is gonna be a-okay and have zero doubts that jeremy won’t abandon him again. give their relationship more development damn it !
  • michael is flawed and has only had jeremy as a friend for 12 years, causing him to develop dependency issues. so write him with other characters !!! try and develop his character as he makes more friends and start branching out. overcoming dependency and social anxiety is fucking hard, and mental struggles don’t just disappear so don’t write michael as perfect 
  • every time i read about how michael not feeling good enough for jeremy or how he doesn’t like smth about his body i stop reading. insecurity is literally the gosh dang opposite of michael’s personality. he is described as “comfortable in his own skin”. why are people writing him with self esteem issues ?? that’s like the biggest issue in the fandom and how they write michael. yes, every human being is gonna have moments of insecurity, but not everyone feels this way 24/7, and a person with social anxiety can be confident in themselves, it’s not unrealistic !!
  • branching off the fact people with mental illnesses can be happy and confident, writing michael as a stoner with some sad tragic reason behind his habit just feels off. he’s a dumb teenage boy, of course he smokes for fun lmao. i think the fandom doesn’t like being told that michael is not a perfect pure cinnamon roll, and smokes weed by choice, has dependency issues and so on. 

runawayforthesummer  asked:

Peggy, G.

“Are you sure about this?”

John has his fists held up like a turn of the century boxer, and he’s quite drunk and not very steady on his feet. Peggy folds her arms and looks him dead in the eye.

“Yeah. Punch me.”

John hesitates, and Peggy opens her mouth to tell him to get on with it, and then he punches her delicately in the cheek. He brings his arm back to his pugilist stance and she stares at him incredulously. “Are you serious? That was a tap.”

John drops his pose and slumps. “Sorry or whatever. I don’t want to hurt you. God.”

“That’s the whole point of a fight club, John. I know you can actually punch. Fucking do it.”

He glares at her. “I’m sorry I can’t like, magically overcome two decades of being told not to punch a girl, Peggy.” She rolls her eyes. “Well, I’d like to fucking see you do bett-“

She punches him in the chest. He stumbles back and brings his hand up to the point of impact. “OW!”

“See? That’s a fight club. Now you do me.”

He straightens up to a more natural fighting stance and swings at her. But he’s still pretty drunk, and she easily steps out of the way. He stumbles again and spins to face her. “What the hell? You’re not allowed to do that!”

“Sure I am. It’s a fight.”

“I didn’t dodge!”

“That’s your fault.”

“Just let me punch you!”

“Ugh. Fine.” She stands still, bracing. He gets in front of her, pulls back, and punches her in the chest. It’s her turn to step back and she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck, man? You punched me in the tit!”

“You punched me in the tit!”

“It’s not the same! I get to punch you in the dick now.”

“No you absolutely do not!”

She’s about to retort when she hears snickering. She looks around. The two of them are in the center of the parking lot, underneath a lamppost. She spots some silhouettes, near the shopping cart return depot.

“WHAT?” she yells at them.

“PUNCH HIM IN THE DICK!” they yell back. Their voices are nasal and kind of high. John groans and Peggy turns to face him.

“Oh my God. We’re being made fun of by a bunch of teens.”

Peggy looks back at the silhouettes. One of them has a skateboard. “Maybe not?”

“No, no. We are.”

She sighs. “Fuck. You’re right. I don’t think fight club is happening.”

He nods and walks over to where they’d dropped their stuff, tosses her her backpack and starts putting back on his shirt. “We should try to find like, an established one or something.”

“Do you think they’re on craigslist or whatever?”

“Probably not? I don’t know, man. I’ll like… ask my dealer?”

“Oh my God.” They’re heading back to his car, and the teens are whooping at their backs. “Don’t make me punch you again.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry about this but that gif/vid (johnny doll) has a separate interview in it , so it's like a gif of another interview, &I've been searching for it, it's of the Chinese woman with the microphone,it's got a yellow m on it,maybe,?? I guess they never published that interview. I wish I could see it from her pov lol instead of above.. also do you know where I could find the one where Carson lueders interviews him there? Thanks for the help I know it's a lot I'm asking haha

I don’t really know what you’re asking, I’m sorry! I haven’t seen a full version of that premiere interview before so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m afraid I don’t quite have it for you! However, I can give you a link to a Carson interview! There’s more apparently but the stream wasn’t ever recorded so that’s… lame – anyway, here you go: Carson Lueders Interviews Taron Egerton

anonymous asked:

What was your favorite Zutara moment from the show?

Hm. You know, when I first read this I was like: ”Just one? How could you possibly expect me to pick just one?

But, actually, it wasn’t all that hard at all.

It’s this:

“I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.”

This moment of instantaneous, bone-marrow deep understanding.

The way Zuko’s face softens, and his voice as well, how he turns to face her.

How Katara immediately stops crying, how she raises her head and moves towards him, because she wants to hear what he has to say.

Just… They reach out to one another in a way that they don’t to anyone else. Ever. 

They want to communicate, they want to understand one another, they want to not be antagonistic. Like, he starts off with words of comfort, I mean, what am I supposed to do with this? She’s yelling at him, and. He. Reacts. By. Offering her comfort?!!?!? By trying to ease her pain!??! By empathising and sympathising and I just!?!?!?

I die, okay? I die for, during, and about this scene.

(The scar touching, and the way they lean towards one another when Aang and Iroh burst through the cave wall are close seconds, but seconds none the less.)

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Ciel:</b> I would like to make a complaint.<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> Oh I'm sorry to hear that, I'm listening.<p/><b>Ciel:</b> It's about the demon I summoned<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> .....<p/><b>Ciel:</b> His name is now Sebastian, he has black boots with ridiculous heels and the contract seal is on his hand.<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> ......<p/><b>Ciel:</b> Are you still there?<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> Please don't send him back..<p/><b>Ciel:</b> He is absolutely useless, always talks back and makes arrogant remarks on humanity.<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> Pls no, I'm willing to pay, just say the price ...<p/><b>Ciel:</b> He is hiding cats in his room!<p/><b>Lucifer:</b> Pls....it took us 132 years to get him out of here, we are not ready to see him again....<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

elvencryptid  asked:

Okay 1. Weird thing I live in colorado too 2. I have C-PTSD and idk I kinda adore buttons and relate to him as i know he has ptsd and please give him a smooch for me

1. Neat! Hit me up if you happen to visit CSCC artist alley in August!
2. Do smooches from mole rats work?

(Don’t worry, he’s got the Animal Friend perk, they will not hurt him :))

warning: su critical focused on lars

okay, i’m gonna say it because i’m just so, so mad at what happened with lars. i’m sorry for any writing mistakes, but i just have to.

if you don’t like su critical, don’t interact.

so, let’s take a look on what rebecca just did, alright?

so you take a character of color, who is a teenager with various mental health issues - as far as we have been shown, he has self-esteem problems, anxiety, depression, and who knows what else. you take this character, and right from the start, from the first beta pilot episode, you show him as some sort of enemy to steven: your white, pure, innocent and kind protagonist. you write him as a “bad guy”, because he doesn’t have the “cool, cute” symptoms from mental illness: he’s aggressive, he can be rude, he can lose his patience in a matter of seconds and he has some weakness moments which lead him to act “cowardly”, as steven would say. you also show him as an asshole because he DARES to disagree with everything steven says, because you know, he has a personality of his own and also has his personal opinions, and that’s just not cool. so, from the beggining, of course, you show your poc mentally ill character as an enemy to your perfect, mary-sue white boy, because he hurts the boy’s feelings. and the show goes on, and even with episodes focused on him, you keep denying his character a proper development as he deserves. so finally, it comes to a point where you make him die. literally die. and you make your perfect white protagonist save him, making him come back to life, only to be some sort of “servant" or at least making a parallel that consists on comparing him with, literally, a servant animal: an animal, and a disposable character used only to travel and for comic relief: that’s what you’re comparing to lars. not to mention, you change his skin color (a non-white color) to a pastel-pink shade, a lighter color that has been used on the show to white-coded gems, such as rose. anyway, you kill him and make steven bring him back because finally, he will be “redeemed” from his mistakes, from his huuuge sins, which are being mentally ill and making steven and sadie feel sad because of some personal mistakes (which, as it looks, he’s not allowed to make). that’s everything wrong he did. what a bad guy, right? so he dies and comes back as steven’s affiliate, as something “minor” to steven (just like lion), so lars can finally treat steven as someone superior to him and “admit” he was wrong all the time - wrong for having disorders. you make him feel guilty for NOTHING, and you make steven pose as a hero just so lars can finally (and kinda literally?) bow down to him, and thank him for his life. you make him feel unworthy of coming back to earth to be happy. you make him feel unworthy of being alive and being saved, and more importantly, unworthy of steven’s kindness to make sure everyone gets the message that lars finally accepts he’s much, much less than steven and he should be thankful for it.

that’s what you do, rebecca. congratulations.

( @saltylazuli helped me a lot with this analysis. thank you.)

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you but as other people have also asked stuff like this, I hope you can help me. I´m desperately looking for a fic. It´s about Sherlock being severely sleep deprived after his dad dies and only john is able to soothe him to sleep. Funnily enough this fic has always helped me to sleep too, but some days ago I accidentally deleted my fanfic folder (pls don´t ask how I did that :D) and I really miss it... Lot´s of love, your blog is great!!

AH!!! I THINK I KNOW THIS NONNY! I KNOW THIS!

Is it this one?

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

Little Bird // Sirius Black

A/N: so, this got longer than I wanted it to but also short as well ? i started this with completely different intentions of where it actually went and don’t know if i really like it? but again, oh well. i wrote regulus as exactly as i imagined him to be - a mysterious, quiet, attractive young boy who’s kind of a rich spoiled brat who’s always doing what mummy says, but also has a rebellious, sly, flirty side to him as well and is just really good, ya know? so, i might write some regulus stuff soon? like a dating regulus would include or something ? but, anyways. i don’t speak french and only know basic words that you should know from every language really - like hello and thank you and i love you and colors and stuff. so, i was relying on google translate and hope its not wrong :) hope you guys enjoy this possible trash. 

Originally posted by nellaey


“Oh, darling,” your mother wailed. “Oh, don’t you look lovely?” 

You painted on a fake lopsided grin and ran your fingers over fields of beads yet again. A silky soft, beaded dress in the creamy beige color that reminded you of antique pictures and coffee with far too much sugar hung from your shoulders. Exquisite dress robes fell to your beige Louboutin heels. Your hair was curled into a halo-like updo and your face was weighed down with makeup. You looked just like every other pureblood girl your age did - elegant, intelligent, and wealthy. Except unlike those other girls, you had a Black family heirloom sparkling on your ring finger. 

Unlike those other girls, you were engaged to the future your mother had built for you - Regulus Black, a mansion on a hilltop, and a life devoted to filthy prejudice. Today, you’d catch a three hour long glimpse of the life you were destined to live at your engagement party. You’d be surrounded by people that were better than everyone else, on Regulus’ arm smiling at his witch of a mother, and flashing everything you had in everyone else’s faces. All of which sounded tolerable a year ago. 

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What pisses me off about the whole Baek situation

Is that these people ACTUALLY have the audacity to feel entitled at anything he does?

They give him hate for wanting privacy and harassed him for that, but then that ONE BITCH HAD TO GO AND SEND HIM A MESSAGE WHICH SHOWED HE READ and after he read it she continued to harass him? Not only criticise him for wanting privacy (which she has no right to do) but also call his hair do ugly? ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!?!?!

Then continue to call him on things when he read the message to provoke him even more

I’m sorry but what kind of actual shitty human being do you have to be to do that? Didn’t your parents teach you ANYTHING?!?! Don’t you have anything better to do? Have any respect? Hey, you know even if you don’t like an idol and get upset YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL THEM ANYTHING. STOP SENDING IDOLS UNNECESSARY HATE TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER. STOP BEING A COMPLETE AND TOTAL SHIT FACE FOR NO FUCKING REASON!!!! YA’LL ARE A BUNCH OF COMMUNIST CROTCH KNOBS, YOU KNOW THAT?

Here’s an idea, here listen listen:

🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Idols are human beings 🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Idols don’t owe ANYONE anything🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Respect Idols privacy🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 You want to see them? Look online🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Don’t touch them🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Don’t follow them🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Don’t GET NEAR THEM🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Love them from afar🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 Don’t cause them more stress when they already have it🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣 OH AND RESPECT THEIR FUCKING PRIVACY YOU STUPID TURD LICKERS🔊🔊📢📢📣📣📣

Do your parents know what you’ve been up to these days? I hope they bitch slap you

indigonotes13  asked:

Can you do some langst where Allura and Shiro are mad at Lance, and the team except Hunk and Coran defend him and name off all the things he has done, and maybe a week after they go to a planet that the aliens are really good at reading emotions and they see Lance doing so awesome stuff as the blue paladin and thank him while the whole team is sorry and try to apologise, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to it depends on you

I can try!

I had to change it slightly because I didn’t want to make the team out of character or write them as abusive towards Lance! 

I wrote it so Lance doesn’t hear the full sentence and he thinks that Shiro and Allura hate him. 

I hope you still like it! 

The mission was bound to fail from the moment it started. Each paladin could feel the negative energy as soon as they left the castle to board the Galran ship. Something felt off and they all felt like something would go wrong. They were all right. 

No one could have predicted that the Galra were expecting them. No one could have know that they would be separated. No one could have know who would’ve gotten hurt. 

-

Lance willed Blue to go faster he turned around to check on the red paladin bleeding on Blue’s floor. 

Lance could hear the panicked cries of his teams over the coms and heard Allura demanding what happened aboard the ship. 

Lance wanted to respond but he couldn’t get his voice to come out. I need to get Keith into a pod now! Lance looked back at Keith again and felt tears threaten to spill over. 

Lance gripped Blue’s controls tighter. This is all my fault. 

As soon as Lance landed Blue he was met by his entire team and a frantic looking Shiro. 

Lance went to stand and help Shiro move Keith but Shiro pushed him back into his chair. 

“Just sit down.” Shiro grabbed Keith and moved him out of Blue. 

Lance sat in Blue’s chair, am I not needed? Lance couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes. I can’t do anything right. 

Yet what Lance failed to hear was the whole sentence. Shiro’s full sentence was “Just sit down Lance, you’re shaking, you can’t help Keith in your state.” 

After Lance composed himself he made his way down to the medical bay to check on Keith and the rest of the team. 

As soon as Lance entered the med bay he was greeted by everyone. Keith was already put in a pod and everyone had already changed out of their armor. 

Allura looked at Lance she gestured him over and Lance walked towards the princess. 

“Lance where have you been?” Allura spoke her tone harsher than usual. Lance didn’t hear her full sentence and didn’t her how concerned she was. Allura asked “Lance where have you been we’ve been worried sick.” 

Lance slightly curled in on himself “I was in Blue.” 

She gave Lance a sympathetic look which Lance read as a look of disgusted. 

After 20 minutes of sitting in the medical bay Lance left, his legs shaking and his thoughts consuming him. 

If I was just a little faster, Keith would have been safe. He wouldn’t have to be in that pod right now. 

Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by Hunk touching his shoulder. He turned and saw Hnk and Coran both looking very concerned. 

“Hey man are you okay?” Hunk gave Lance a questioning look. 

Lance gave Hunk and Coran a small shrug and Coran pulled Lance in for a hug. 

“My boy don’t worry about Keith he will be fine.” 

Lance nodded and pulled away from Coran. “But Allura and Shiro are mad at me.  I could’ve protected Keith if I was faster.” 

Coran and Hunk gave Lance a confused look. Hunk seemed to be choosing his next words and he looked at his best friend “Lance what do you mean Shiro and Allura ar-” Hunk never got to finish his sentence when Allura called them all up to the bridge. 

Lance bolted to the bridge, he didn’t want Hunk or Coran to be disappointed in him either. 

-

A few weeks after the mission the team was on another mission They had to help a species clear the Galra from their planet. 

After they succeeded in saving the planet and everyone was checked for injuries the aliens threw them a party. 

Lance stayed quiet the majority of the time, he still firmly believed that Allura and Shiro were mad at him. 

The aliens read these vibes off Lance and immediately questioned the Princess and Shiro. 

“Excuse me, I have a question regarding the Blue Paladin.” The alien vaguely gestured towards the boy. 

Shior and Allura both looked at Lance and shared a look of confusion. 

“What do you mean?” Shiro attempted to keep his voice formal and tried not to sound confused. 

The alien gave him a confused looked. “Do you mean you can’t feel it?” 

“Feel what?” Allura questioned. 

“The vibrations? You’re paladin thinks that you two hate him. I can tell by how his vibrations change whenever he looks at you guys.” 

“Why would we hate him?” Shiro looked towards the boy who was staring at the floor. 

“You have to ask him, but I do hope you fix whatever it is. He seems very valuable to the team and I would hate to see you lose him.,” The alien gave a small bow and walked away. 

Allura and Shiro looked at each other a nodded, they needed to solve this problem now. They didn’t want to lose Lance. 

-

A few moments later they managed to get Lance outside where everything was quiet and asked him why he believed that they hated him. 

Lance didn’t say anything at first but he eventually broke down and told them what they “said” to him. 

Allur and Shiro pulled Lance in for a hug and assured him that they didn’t just say those things and that they loved Lance and he was part of the team. 

They spent the rest of the night hugging Lance and making sure he knew how important and valuable he was to them and everyone else. 

I hope you like it!!!!!

Sorry this took so long!!!! And sorry for changing it! 

Thank you <333

What pisses me off is Sana explained so thoroughly how their experiences with hate is NOT the same and how just because of looks alone Isak is at an advantage, and yet he chooses to ignore all that and says “They’re not really racist!! They’re just willfully ignorant and hateful and it’s YOUR job to suck the hatred out of them by being NICE to people who are HORRIBLE to you!”

I’m sorry but, he really has no idea what the hell he’s going on about….like don’t get me wrong I understood the “heart” of the conversation and the sentiment behind it, but it was soooo wrong to have a white man telling a muslim WOC that we’re the ones who go “looking for hate” instead of the reality where hate is directed at us 24/7 for simply the way we look. (Portland attack)

I’m sorry Isak but it’s NOT my responsibility to educate those who hate me. And even if it was, it can get exhausting to be a “teacher” to racists and Islamophobes all day long when do you know what? They don’t even want to learn, all they want is for me “to get the fuck out of their country and go back to the desert.” 

Overall I’m thankful he took the blame for Sana and I still think he’s a good friend, I just wish he didn’t dismiss her experiences as woc so badly because that’s exactly what he did. It wasn’t advice (which I would’ve understood trust me I would) but instead he spoke over her, ignored her concerns and ultimately invalidated her rightfully hurt feelings.

anonymous asked:

Can I please get an Archie x Reader where everyone sorta assumes they're the cliche, innocent, high school sweetheart, cheerleader and football player couple but they're actually like super kinky. maybe the reader accidentally calls him a title in front of their friends and they don't notice but archie has to make an excuse for them to leave so he can punish his s/o? preferably with some degrading please (and maybe a little orgasm denial?) sorry it's so long but thank you in advance!

Archie’s practice ended early today on account of the rain, but the River Vixens practiced inside, so you were able to continue. He sat on the stands cheering you on, beaming down proudly at you.

Every time you would land a flip and ace your solo, he would cheer, “That’s my girl!”

The second practice ended, Archie arrived behind you, engulfing you in a surprise bear hug, lifting you off the floor.

“Do you two ever calm down?” Veronica teased as she walked by you, taking a swig from her water bottle.

Archie flipped you over his shoulder, your ass sticking high in the air as he considered Veronica’s statement with a serious face.

He then smiled down at her and responded.

“No, it seems like we don’t,” He teased, then brought a cheeky hand up to smack your ass before placing you back on the floor.

You gave him a push, but he just tugged you back and planted a kiss on the side of your head.

“How could I ever calm down, have you seen my girlfriend?” He chirped out, causing the other two girls to laugh.

You hummed, also drinking from your bottle. “I may the one that got lucky, here, Arch,” You said once you had swallowed, smiling happily up at him.

Kev walked over with a bewildered look on his face, staring at the two of you.

“It honestly seems like you two walked out of a 50’s tv show. How are you so perfect?” Kev said with disgust, then quickly changed the subject, no longer interested.

You and Archie shrugged and giggled at each other, fine with whatever other people thought about you. You two knew what you guys had, and didn’t have to validate yourselves.

“You guys have heard about Cheryl’s party tonight, right?” Kev asked.

“Yea, she wouldn’t shut up about it during practice,” Veronica mumbled.

Betty added onto Veronica’s statement as she fixed her perfect ponytail.

“It seems like it will be pretty fun, I’m going to go,” She commented.

Veronica groaned but submitted.

“Fine, I’ll be there,” She grumbled.

“Me, too,” Kev quipped with a pleased smile.

“Then I guess we’ll see you guys there,” You answered for the two of you, knowing that Arch would be down.

-

The night was on the decline, most of the liquor gone and you feel as though you could be the main reason. You were borderline trashed as you made your way back to your boyfriend, who was dancing with the rest of the group.

You stumbled into his arms and he caught you, smiling down at you as you frowned at him.

You had been watching Archie move his hips in that special way of his, and every now and again his shirt would lift up to show just the base of his tummy, which was your favorite place to plant meaningful kisses.

It had placed you in an erotic trance where you could only think of all the times where his hips had worked their magic on you.

It reminded you of all the times he had made you choke on his cock, and how much you loved doing it. The memories made your tummy tighten in that enchanting way.

“Are you ready to go, baby?” Archie hummed at you, laughing at the pout on your face.

“Yes, Daddy, take me home and play with me,” You responded, licking your lips before tracing Archie’s lips with your tongue before taking his bottom one between your teeth.

He moaned until Kev shouted out.

“Oh, motherfucking, no!”

This got both of your attention, and you turned to see that Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and Jughead had all witnessed your interaction.

“I guess they’re not so perfect after all,” Jughead teased, the only one smiling.

“Sorry, guys, she must be wasted,” Archie apologized, running his hand through his hair before he grabbed you by your arm and dragged you out of the party, pulling you down the sidewalk behind him.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” You slurred, tripping over your own feet as you chased after him.

He turned back towards you, his face serious as he glared at you.

“You embarrassed us in front of all of our friends,” Archie growled at you, then closed his eyes to collect his thoughts. He then took a deep breath and opened them again, his eyes still enraged, but now in control.

“I want to be mad at you, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on,” He said, then continued tugging you forward.

Your own insubordinate feet below you were forgotten as you stumbled on. You were completely distracted by the angel before you. The snow was falling, being captured by his auburn hair, creating an icy halo.

His broad shoulders were tantalizing and perfect for latching on to when you want to ride out an orgasm. That beautiful face of his was always so attentive. His eyes on you whenever you needed them.

Such as right now.

He glanced at you to see you staring at him, staggering so drastically that he just picked you up and flipped you over his shoulder, once again.

“I love you,” You muttered out, the alcohol having no effect on these words.

He sighed at you, but there was the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“When we get home, you know I have to punish you, right?” He spoke, his voice filling with the rumble of authority that he only ever used in the bedroom.

“Ravage me, Daddy,” You commented, a smile complimenting your features, as well.

You’ve been so turned on for the last twenty minutes that no threat of his would scare you; all of his words would only excite you.

He smirked at you, wanting to be angry but not being able to. He loved how you were always so ready for him. Ready for whatever he wanted to do, and always so willing to accept him.

“Daddy, I-” You tried to say, but he cut you off.

“No, baby, you don’t get to talk until we get home. Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded.

You weren’t even sure that he knew you nodded your head, he just knew that you were so obedient he didn’t have to worry about it.

He carried you all the way home. As soon as you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, he threw you on his bed.

You sat up to look at him, but he pushed you back down onto your back. You stayed down, knowing better than to challenge him. He stared down at you.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked with a sigh.

You shrugged with a rebellious grin, squirming on the bed, waiting for the beating you were about to take.

He lifted a leg up and placed his shoe onto your belly, pushing your body down into the mattress to keep you still while he thought.

The boot was heavy on your stomach, making it difficult for you to breath, but that wasn’t even the worst of it; the remaining snow was now chilling your stomach, making you whine out.

Archie’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“You don’t like that, do you?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to shove his boot off of you, even though you secretly loved it. The conflicting sensations made you so horny.

“You want me to take my boot off of you?” He asked, staring down his nose at you.

You nodded at him, “Yes, Daddy.”

“If I do, I need you to sit up and held Daddy get his belt off,” He said. “Can you do that?”

You nodded, being driven crazy with mystery of what the belt could be for.

He removed his boot, making you already miss the icy stimulus. You pushed up onto your knees, your fingers plucking his belt out of the loops, the metallic jingle sounding so sensually familiar. You squeezed your thighs together to offer friction to your already aching clit.

Archie saw this, then pushed you back down onto the bed, your thighs separating in order to catch yourself.

“Now get onto your hands and knees,” Archie ordered.

You did as you were told.

He then tugged down your yoga pants with one hand, the motion so swift that the chilled air immediately invaded your unsuspecting pussy.

You weren’t ready for the drastic sensation of the leather belt on your bare ass, so you howled at the collision, placing a bracing hand on the headboard before you.

“Are you sorry for embarrassing Daddy?” Archie asked, delivering another spanking.

You grit your teeth, collecting yourself before you panted out how sorry you were, meaning every unintelligible word.

Archie noticed something between your thighs, so he leaned in to inspect it. What he found was how wet you already were.

“Look at you, already so wet for me. Are you a slut?” Archie asked, smacking your ass with his hand this time.

You shook your head but couldn’t speak, not with his steamy breath pressing so delicately against your folds.

He smacked you again as he demanded that you speak.

“No, Daddy. Only a slut for you,” You whined out, finding it near impossible to keep your legs separated. They began to tremble at the lack of action.

Archie felt your tremors beneath his hands and smirked down at you.

“Oh baby, are you already wanting to come?” He asked.

“Yes Daddy.”

You heard muffled sounds behind you, but you knew better than to investigate. That had gotten you punished too many times before.

Archie yanked your arm so that you were now facing the edge of the bed, where his erect cock was hanging out of his pants. There was no time for you to object before his hand was tangled in your messy hair, forcing your face onto his cock.

You felt him tickle the back of your throat, so you gave a little moan so that Daddy could enjoy the vibrations. You heard Archie groan and looked up to see his head was tilted back.

He bobbed your head on his cock a few times before tugging you off of him by your hair, making you stare up at him. Rogue spit strands descended from your chin, which you were about to wipe, but were ordered to allow to remain.

“You want to come, right?” Archie asked, impressive restraint evident in his unfocused eyes.

“Yes, Daddy,” You said, feeling your spit and excited juices trail down your legs.

He hummed, his cock twitching.

“Then be a good girl and let Daddy come first,” He said, shoving your face onto his cock before another word could be said.

This time, he let your head go and placed his hands on the back of his head, loving that he didn’t have to control you in order to get you to do what he wanted.

You pushed yourself further than you were capable of, earning gags and chokes, but you refused to stop. Archie felt you shuddering.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Just like that,” He assured, his voice thick and strained.

You couldn’t deep throat him much longer, so to give yourself a break, you moved down his shaft, offering chaste kisses, before you took his balls into your mouth, sucking them gently.

This turned him into a moaning mess. He grabbed onto your ponytail to connect him to this world, because he was afraid he would just melt away if he didn’t have it.

Afraid he was going to be coaxed into an early ejaculation because of your magical mouth, he pushed you away from his body.

His body covered yours on the bed, his cock in his hand, slowly pumping it as he stared into your eyes.

“Are you ready to come, baby?” He asked you.

You couldn’t say yes fast enough, horny enough to come just from the idea of him touching you.

Tonight, it seemed his technique was to be quick and unprecedented, and this was not discontinued. He pushed onto you without warning or hesitation, filling you entirely to his base.

He groaned out loudly, but was easily upstaged by your prolonged moan, so loud that he had to place a silencing hand over your mouth. One of your hands clutched his shoulder so tightly that you left half-moon fingernail marks, and the other clasped the bed sheets so tightly that your knuckles were white.

Archie paused after the first pump, staring down at you with an amused, proud smirk.

“Did you just come?” He asked boastfully as you collapsed beneath him.

A Small Distraction {Jung Hoseok}

Prompt:  Can you make a fanfic about hobi with him having an oppa kink and also with the reader teasing him. Thank you! And I love your stories <3

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: oppa kink, teasing, public(?)

**First smut on this blog!

**Requests for fake snaps, fake texts, and scenarios are open!

“I don’t understand why it has to be here! Tonight was supposed to be our night!” Y/N cried, crossing her arms and pouting like a child,

“I know jagi and I’m sorry, I completely forgot about movie night!” Hoseok tried to reason but Y/N wasn’t having it as she turned her nose up at him and looked the other way, “Don’t be like that,” Hoseok pouted, he hated seeing her so upset, but he couldn’t tell the boys no especially when he had missed the last movie night, calling in and telling them he didn’t feel well, when he was really watching you, on your knees, sucking his cock. “I promise after they leave, I’ll take care of you.” The caught Y/N’s attention and she slowly turn her head back toward him, Hoseok smiled as he noticed the hopeful look her face, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Y/N wanted to argue with him more, pout her lips harder and shake her head but the voice in the back of her head told her that would be stupid since Oppa was in such a giving mood, she didn’t want to ruin it so she just smiled and nodded, “Okay, oppa!” Hoseok watched the words roll off her tongue and although they were meant to be innocence, and compliant it sent blood straight to his cock.

“Good girl…go pop some popcorn, they’ll be here in a few…”

~

“I’m bored,” Y/N whined into Hoseok’s ear for the fifth time since the movie started. She tried to concentrate, she really did but the thought of Hoseok pounding her tight little pussy aroused her and completely distracted her from the movie.

“I know, you told me,” Hoseok whispered, eyes focused on the screen as the dumb girl crept through the hall, calling out to the noise she had heard.

Y/N’s fingers lost themselves in Hoseok’s light brown locks, his hair shaping his face, she let her nails gently scrape against his scalp, her eyes scanning over his features. He was so handsome, she always thought about how lucky she had gotten. “I’m really, really bored!” She wiggled in his lap, trying to put emphasizes to her point but all it did was rub against Hoseok’s member through his basketball shorts. Y/N giggled a little once she noticed him stiffen, “Did you like that Oppa?” Hoseok cursed at himself, he knew telling the little brat about his kink would only result in trouble, but nothing could hide the way he would tense or the low growl when she called him oppa so he had to come clean.

“Y/N,” He grabbed the wrist of her hand in his hair and throw it in her lap, “Don’t start,” He growled, eyes only flickering toward her for a few seconds, before flickering back towards the t.v.

“Come on Oppa, your baby girl is horny, really horny.” She whined, leaning back against his chest, ass still planted firmly on his now growing erection, “I can’t stop thinking about last night, the way you folded me in half on this very couch and fucked me until you were satisfied with how many times I had cummed.” She spoke in a low voice, the screams on the t.v drowning out her voice. Hoseok dropped his hands to the insides of her thighs, allowing her to grind against his now fully hard length, he grunted in her ear, deciding what he wanted to do.

“Lift up for a second baby,” Y/N lifted herself off of him, his bulge rubbing against me for a brief second, “Now you gotta be quiet baby, not a single noise,” Hoseok whispered in her ear, looking at the others who were too engrossed with the fucking couple on the t.v. Y/N went to ask what he meant but the only noise she could make was a small gasp when her shorts were pushed to the side, the head of Hoseok’s cock running up her slit. Hoseok watched in amusement as her eyes widened before he roughly grabbed her hips and plunged her down onto his cock, her thighs slapping against his. Thankfully the moans of the still fucking couple on the t.v drowned it out,

“Oppa what are you doing?” She whimpered, instinctively rolling her hips as she bottomed out on his cock, her eyes flicking up to his face, he looked down at her smirking as her mouth fell open a shaky breath coming out,

“I’m fucking you,” he said simply, softly moving her up and down his cock, the action so small it would go by unnoticed under the huge duvet draped over their bodies,

“Is it weird that I’m hard?” Taehyung laughed, eyes glued to the screen as the girl got dress,

“Disgusting,” Hoseok scoffed, as his fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles on it, Taehyung turned and glared at the two, his simple mind overlooking their position. His attention was quickly averted back to the t.v when he heard a scream. Hoseok took this as an opportunity to forcefully thrust up into her, a small moan leaving her lips,

“Please Oppa, please,” She begged under her breath her voice only audible to the intent listening Hoseok,

“Please what?” He teases, nibbling on her ear, his hips now thrusting into hers as his fingers rubbed erratic circles over her clit, the lewd sounds of him fucking her, muffled by the thick duvet, “I can feel you dripping onto my cock baby, does this turn you on? Me fucking you in front of my members?” She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she approached her orgasm, her walls clenching around Hoseok’s cock. “I’m close, baby, are you close?” She whimpered in response, “I want you to cum for me baby but you have to be quiet, think you can do that?” Y/N ignored him completely and bit the palm of her hand, cumming around his cock. Hoseok grunt, fingers digging into the skin of her hips, his cock swelling inside of her as he released her seed deep inside of her. Y/N took it upon herself to move her shorts back into place and tuck Hoseok back into his shorts.

“Thank you Oppa,” She smiled, happy she got her way,

Hoseok’s hand fell to her thigh, “Don’t thank me yet, once they leave I’m folding you in half again in this very same spot and you’re going to have to beg me to let you cum this time.”

She whimpered at his threat, her eyes flickering across his face for any sign that he was kidding, she found none. “But Oppa-”

“Shush and watch the movie, it’s getting good,” Hoseok smirked and Y/N settled into his lap, eager yet a little scared for what was to come.


I feel like I could’ve done better but at the same time, I like it ???

Second Chance. (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by artisticlahey


Request:  Can you do an imagine where the read has Isaacs kid but doesn’t tell him because he had already cheated and got another girl pregnant. And 15 years later he finds her married and they start talking again but like as friends and she confesses that her child is his and how his reaction is. Sorry if that’s to detailed

A/N: Sorry for changing the timeline a bit I made it 10 years, I hope you don’t mind. Please tell me what you think cause I feel like this sucked.

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It was quite a site. You stood observing your handsome husband cooking breakfast for your son. Ryan was truly a once in a life time kind of man, he loved you more than you thought possible. And he loved your son deeply, regardless of him not being his.

You remember one night, you were on the balcony looking at new paint samples to paint the apartment.

“What’s keeping you up babe?” He leaned against the sliding door. You turned around and gave him a small smile, “Oh, I just couldn’t sleep so I thought might as well make use of my time” He came and sat himself next to you. “What do you think about this one?” You showed him the deep teal color.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit dark for a bedroom?” he tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

“You don’t like it?” you tilted your head in questioning. He just smiled and kissed your forehead. “I don’t mind love, just messing with you” you playfully punched his arm at that statement causing a chuckle to fall from his lips.

He lightly stroked your cheek and pulled you in for a sweet, gentle kiss that lingered on your lips afterwards.

“I love you Y/N Gray”

“I love you too, Ryan Gray”

“Good morning mommy!” your son, Connor, jumped off his seat and ran to give your hips a tight embrace. “Good morning honey” you smiled and crouched down, collecting him in your arms to give him a proper hug. “Hey Ryan, I’m going to pick up some paint later today” you announced and kissed his cheek, while he kept his gaze on the pancakes. “Sure thing babe,”  Connor returned back to his chair, “coffee’s fresh by the way” your husband stated.

You went and poured him and yourself a cup. You leaned against the counter and admired your enthusiastic child as he waited for the pancakes and smiled.

“He’s a spitting image of him” you mumbled.

“What was his name again?” Ryan spoke in a low voice. “Isaac.” he nodded. 

“Ah, yes, Isaac”.

The best thing about Ryan was that you never got a hint of jealousy from him whenever you talked about Isaac, he understands that it is he who has you now. He already won.


Later that day, you were wandering in the store looking for the intended paint color but you ended up bumping to something hard which caused you to stumble backwards. That hard surface was the chest of an all too familiar face.

“Y/N?” he spoke “Oh my.. Isaac” he immediately engulfed you in a warm and tight embrace.

“Sorry,” he chuckled and let go of you “I just got excited, how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been great, and you?” you smiled genuinely, you were really happy to see him regardless of your past together. “I’ve been well, recently bought an apartment after coming back from Paris” you smiled.

“Who’s  the lucky gentleman?” he nodded at your wedding ring. “His name’s Ryan” you fidgeted with the ring while blushing slightly. “Hey babe did you find th-” Ryan stopped in his tracks and stared at the two of you. “Oh hey, Ryan this is Isaac, Isaac this is my husband Ryan” Isaac extended his hand and Ryan gladly shook it.

“Who’s this little fella?” Isaac crouched down to Connor’s level and widened his bright blue eyes once they met Connor’s equally bright and blue eyes.

“This is my son Connor” your face dropped at Isaac’s still frozen expression.

“Your son? Not yours’” he pointed his finger at you and Ryan.

“Come on Connor, I think that’s our que” Ryan held onto the young one’s hand and walked away. “Y/N?” your name fell out of his lips like venom, like he was angry. Although he didn’t have the right to be. “Why don’t you come by the house later so we can discuss this in a civil matter?” you spoke nervously. “Alright” his expression softened at how fragile your voice came out to be.
                  

                          ___________________________________

“Well that was awkward” you announced as you placed the bags on the counter while your son ran to his room to play his new video games. “What are the odds huh?” your loving husband stroked your arms up and down from behind in hopes to calm you down. “I’m scared Ryan” you turned around and buried your head in his chest. “You’ll be just fine babe, he seems like a reasonable man so that rules out him trying to take custody”

“CUSTODY?!” you widened your eyes as they met his.

“I thought that was what you were scared about” he panicked.

“I was just scared of his reaction” you squinted your eyes, glaring at him. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to put that idea in your head” he hugged you once more. “It’s alright” you huffed.

“How about I make some of my famous brownies for our guest?” your eyes lit up at his suggestion. Ryan made the best chocolate brownies you’ve ever tried. “That would be wonderful, thank you” he kissed your temple as a ‘you’re welcome’.


Once the brownies finished baking, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it” you ran quickly and smoothed down your dress. “Hey” Isaac spoke firmly when you opened the door. “Come in,” you opened the door wider and closed it when he came in. 

“Can I get you anything?” Isaac shook his head. “No, I’m good” you contemplated on whether you should insist or not, but ended up giving in and sitting next to him on the couch.

“Why didn’t you tell me” he wasn’t angry anymore. He was sad, hurt even. “Why do you think Isaac? You cheated on me. And got her pregnant too” as you spoke, a lump started to form in your throat. “I would’ve stood by you Y/N” he stated with tears forming in his beautiful eyes. “I didn’t want you to, I didn’t want anything to do with you, I didn’t want to be  your second choice when it came to her” he ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “She had a miscarriage”

“I’m so sorry Isaac” you rubbed his back in comfort. “It’s all my fault, I hurt you, the only women I’ve ever truly loved” he was shaking now, tears running down his cheeks. “She didn’t want me to help, she was mad at me. And when I showed up at the hospital, she kicked me out” he took your hand from his back and kissed it tenderly.

“Please let me be a part of his life, help me make this right Y/N” you were crying too, you noticed when he wiped your tears.

“I can’t make this decision now, and I can’t make it alone. After all Ryan’s the one who raised him” he nodded.

“Put the fact that I promise you I’ll be a good father in consideration”

“I will Isaac, I will”

Got7 Reaction To Finding Out Their Friend Has A Crush on Jackson

*GIFs Not Mine*

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Anonymous said:

Again a Got7 reaction, I am sorry. Could you please do a Got7 reaction where the members find out that their good friend has a crush on Jackson??

Mark: so are you telling me this so I can set you two up? What’s in it for me? Because I don’t want to end up being your third wheel. *but is genuinely on board with helping her out*

Originally posted by blueberryhouse

JB: *makes him feel like a conspiratorial school girl, starts asking about all the details, like what made her like him, etc then is going to try to get them together*

Originally posted by crying-in-korean

Jinyoung: *probably just going to tease her about it to her face, but work secretly to get them together. I just definitely see him standing behind jackson and mouthing stuff like ‘you like him! I’m going to tell him! Are you thinking about kissing him right now?’ at least if he was in a devilish mood*

Originally posted by daefsoul

Youngjae: *flipping his shit.* you like jackson! I had no idea! how? when? *screaming*

Originally posted by softseong

BamBam: *another one who would probably probably tease her for it, even if he’s trying to help her. I picture him sending snapchats of jackson being stupid captioned just like ‘this is the guy you like, are sure?’*

Originally posted by j-miki

Yugyeom: *giggling out of awkwardness since he did not see that one coming. He probably figured she liked one of the members, but he too would be on board to play fairy god father*

Originally posted by chattyang

Jackson: *just flipping the fuck out* 

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

dark and host headcanons cuz i live for angst

k so first of all HUGE trigger warning for abuse like if ur sensitive for this stuff don’t read this. second of all this was inspired by both my own expreciences and @alcordraws headcanons

- the way dark abuses the host is extremely subtle, unless you’re very close to the host himself you will probably never even know it’s happening

- but underneath the surface there is an endless cycle going on

- dark treats him like a friend, but if host says anything he doesnt like he completely ignores him until the host says sorry even though he doesnt want to.

- the host has to basically walk on eggs around dark, constantly scared to say the wrong thing

- dark almost never actually beats him but has no problem yelling at him when they’re alone.

- he will grab him by the wrist and drag him to a secluded area, preferably dark’s own office because nobody will come in

- whenever this happens he tears off the host’s bandage to remind him of how vulnerable he is

- making the host wait is his preferred way of keeping him in check

- he will make the host wait hours for a response to a text even though he has plenty of time to respond. he knows it makes the host more vulnerable to manipulation when he has been desperate for darks attention for hours on end.

- however if the host doesn’t respond to a text from dark within 5 minutes, all hell breaks loose. 

- this causes the host to constantly be on edge because he doesn’t want to make dark angry. (he actually slowly starts leaving his house less so he can be there as soon as dark texts him)

- when he does leave his house dark will demand a check up every half hour, needing a picture where he can see where he is and with who.

- wilford and the others try to make him realise what dark is doing to him but he brushes it off. i mean, dark is just worried about his well-being, right?

-dark notices this and starts telling him to stop hanging out with the other ego’s. they just want me away from you because they don’t like me, they’re trying to start drama. don’t listen to them.

- host continues to secretly talk to the other ego’s but when dark finds out he is pissed. he yells at him, tell him that he should’ve just left him to die in that stupid shed, that he hates him, that he’s not worth ANYTHING and that nobody else will ever care about him.

- after that he completely ignores the host for a month and it drives him crazy, he’s already been pushed away from his friends too much to talk to them and dark ignores him, getting mad at him for as much as trying to say hi to him. 

- until one day he suddenly starts treating the host as his friend again and even though he doesnt even like dark anymore at this point, he just goes along because he’s fully convinced dark is the only one that cares about him

- dark is the only one who can ever have attention no matter what happens to the host dark. goes. first.

idk i’m not good with words i hope this was sort of okay-ish

To B.C. I Still Love You - Chapter Seven

“I could tell you I’m sorry,” Betty says as her eyes shift around the room. She can’t make eye contact with Jughead for some reason. “But I know that wouldn’t do any good.”

“So don’t tell me you’re sorry,” he says.

She hates the way his voice sounds so emotionless, even his face is expressionless. She’s never really seen him like this, at least not with her, and she has to wonder if she’s really the one who did this to him, but she already knows the answer. Of course she is.

“What I want to tell you is that I was wrong. I was wrong to lash out at you that night. I was wrong to tell you all of the horrible things I did and I was wrong to walk out on you.”

“Betty,” he sighs and she finally looks at him. Their eyes connect and immediately she feels all the things she used to feel when she would look into them; love, comfort, hope. Although she doesn’t know if he sees the same things. “Why did you go to Los Angeles? Why now? After all these years, why couldn’t you just leave things alone?”

It hurts that he wishes she would have stayed away, but she’s sure she deserves it.

“I guess it kind of started with Veronica…”

If one word could describe Betty Cooper’s life it would probably be: tragic. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic. Messy is a better one, or even just sad, both of those would work good.

Granted she didn’t start thinking about her life like this until recently, until he left. She couldn’t blame him though, she was the one who practically packed up his bags and told him to get the hell out of Riverdale. She doesn’t know what she was expecting when she left him, but she never really thought he’d actually leave Riverdale.

Archie had come to her two days before Jughead was supposed to leave, begging her to talk to him. Because if she didn’t talk to him then this was it, Jughead would be gone and they’d be done.

She just told Archie that they’d been done the second he decided to write a book about her father’s death.

Realistically Betty understood now that Jughead hadn’t just been writing about her dad’s death, but it didn’t really matter anymore. The fact remained that he went behind her back to write about her life, personal things that people didn’t need to know were probably written across those pages. It wasn’t something she could get past. So she didn’t.

She spent the four years after her break up trying to get her mom in a better place. It took some time, but Alice Cooper was a strong woman and not before long, she watched as her mom was able to get herself up in the mornings and make breakfast. She watched as the light began to return to her mom’s eyes and as the spark of creativity came back to her writing.

For four years she tried to move on from Jughead Jones desperately but she couldn’t. Sometimes she wondered if she actually wanted to. If she really wanted to then wouldn’t she have by now? Sure, she and Jughead had been together since they were fifteen, but that didn’t mean she would never be able to move on… did it?

She spent her days actively avoiding bookstores and TV interviews, anything that might accidentally make her have to face Jughead. She knew it was kind of immature, but it was fine. She was coping. She had wondered if Jughead would actually publish the book, a part of her wanted him to but another part was mad that he did. Veronica had told her that Archie talked him into it, though. Apparently it had worked out perfectly for him. Kudos.

It’s Christmas when Veronica shows up to her house with a rectangular wrapped present. When she opens it, she looks at her best friend with a mixture of outrage and betrayal on her face.

“I know you don’t want to and I know you’ll probably hate me for giving it to you, but you need to read this. It’s been five years, B. If you’re not over him by now then I don’t think you ever will be. You need to read this. Just read it and if you still feel the same way after, if you still swear you hate him, then fine. I’ll let it go and I’ll never bring him up again, but please. Just read this. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Betty didn’t say anything. She just watched as Veronica walked out of her house and then she fixed her gaze onto the book in front of her. It’s an average sized novel, but for some reason it feels extremely heavy in her hands.

She contemplates tossing it into the fireplace behind her and letting it burn. But she doesn’t.

Instead, with shaky hands, she opens the book slowly. The spine creaks under her hands and already she can feel her heart rate spike.

Right there, in front of her, is the dedication mocking her.

To B.C. I Still Love You.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. A whole new kind of pain rushes through her as she realizes that Jughead had listened to the hateful, ugly words she yelled at him all those years ago.

“Publish it and dedicate it to me. So that way when you’re rich and famous, every time you open that book up you’ll remember whose tragic life got you there.”

The words are still fresh in her mind. She’s not sure if she’ll ever forget that day and all the things she said. She wants to toss the book more than ever now, but she can’t. She needs to do this. If not for herself then for Veronica’s wishes.

She spends all day and night reading the book. She reads the same paragraphs over and over countless times before finally finishing it. By the time she closes it, she’s crying.

The words on the pages are beautiful. They are the sweetest, most heartfelt words a person could say. This whole book is a dedication to the love and affection Jughead had felt for her. It’s raw and pure and honest. It’s their life story and she hates the ending. She hates that she’s the one who created the ending. Their ending should have been something epic that could rival even the greatest novels of all time, but it isn’t. It’s tragic, the kind of ending that makes you never want to find love.

When she was a little girl, her mom would read her stories about princesses and princes falling in love and living happily ever after. She always wanted a story like that and she had it. She had that kind of love with Jughead and then she let it go. She let it go because she was mad and angry at the world and how it was treating her. She was mad at everything and she took it out on Jughead. Jughead, who had done nothing except be there for her from the very first day. Jughead, who had only ever tried to show her just how much he loved her.

“Betty?” Her mom asks. “Are you okay?” Warm arms hug her in comfort and for the first time in a long time, Betty cries in her mom’s lap.

“I made a huge mistake, mom,” she sobs out.

She doesn’t have to say what the mistake is. The book on her lap does all the talking.

“Oh, Betty,” her mom sighs as she runs her hands through her hair. “He loved you so much. You can fix this.”

Can she? She’s not so sure this time.


Veronica is the one who talks her into it. She says that Betty has to at least try before giving up completely. It’s an insane idea, she knows it, but it could also be the first step to fixing things between them. She knows she has a long shot. It’s been five years. Jughead could have a girlfriend or even a wife. He could have a family of his own over there in Los Angeles for all Betty knows, but she supposes that’s what this trip is for; to find out.

She takes the book with her. If her plan goes correctly then she’ll attend a book signing of Jughead’s. It’s probably not the ideal meeting for them, but it’s the only place she knows to start at.

She’s sitting in the terminal with the book on her lap, staring out into the airport and watching as people board and exit their flights.

“I loved that book,” a voice speaks up from next to her. It belongs to an old lady with gray hair and kind brown eyes. “It was such a beautiful love story. I heard it’s based on his actual hometown girlfriend.” The lady clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “Oh, that girl must be beating herself up now for leaving him.”

Betty starts crying.

She can’t help it. She’s been crying ever since she picked up the damn book and realized what an idiot she was. She knows that she made a mistake letting him go, she’s aware that she’s the dumbest person to walk the earth. She wishes she could take it all back, but she can’t and that’s what hurts the most. She doesn’t even know if things with Jughead will work out. If she goes to L.A. and it turns out that he doesn’t actually want her back then she might literally fall apart. She misses Jughead. She misses him so much that it physically hurts her. She had tried for so long to deny the ache she had felt for him, but she couldn’t do it anymore. She was tired of pretending.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was the girl?” She sniffles. “Would you believe me if I told you I left him?”

The old lady’s eyes widen. “Oh, dear. Are you really her?”

“Yeah,” she nods, still crying. “I wish I wasn’t and I wish I never had, but I did. I did and now all I have is this stupid book dedication.”

“You still love him,” the lady says.

“I do. I don’t think I ever stopped.”

“Then get him back,” she says fiercely. “The words written in that book are no joke. Those are the words of a boy who is so in love that he’d do anything for the woman. I wouldn’t give up just yet.”

“What if he doesn’t love me anymore? What if I’m too late?” She’s voicing all her concerns to a random lady she doesn’t know, but it still feels so good.

“Oh, child,” the lady chuckles, “there is no such thing as too late. If it’s true love, then it’ll wait. What’s meant to be will always come back. Now dry your eyes and tell me about your plan.”

Betty laughs and pats her eyes with her jacket sleeve before she begins talking.


She sits next to a teenage girl on the flight. Her book is still on her lap and the girl notices.

“I can’t believe she left him in the end,” the girl says to her softly. Betty doesn’t cry this time. Instead she just smiles.

“I bet you she’ll go back and fight for him,” is what she says to the girl before looking out of the airplane window. “If it’s meant to be then it’ll come back. And they were meant to be.” 

Jughead stays quiet. It’s okay, she tells herself. She hadn’t expected him to jump into her arms afterwards or to even say anything at all.

“Betty…” he says before cutting himself off and shaking his head.

“I know it’s a lot,” she rushes out to say. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I needed you to know everything. You need to know that I still love you, Juggie. If you don’t love me then I understand, I won’t bother you again but I just needed you to know.”

“What do you expect me to say to this?” He asks, running a hand over his face in frustration. “I was ready to have a family with you and you just left me, Elizabeth. You left me without even letting me try to defend myself. I understand why you were upset, believe me I do, but you lashed out at me and left before I could even try to change your mind. Did I mean so little to you?”

“No!” She exclaims in disbelief. “I don’t know how to explain how I was feeling to you. I think a small part of me just wanted to fight with you. I wanted to have someone to be angry at and to feel what I was feeling.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“I know. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done. I ruined both of our happinesses just because I was mad at the world and I’ll never forgive myself for it.”

Jughead stands up from the chair and looks down at her.

“You didn’t deserve what you were going through, but I didn’t deserve what you put me through either. I just wanted to be there for you.” He pauses. “I can’t forgive you, Betty. I want to, God, I want to forgive you. I want to tell you it’s okay and kiss you and make love to you to make up for all these years.”

“Then do it,” she cries, tears pooling over from her eyes.

“I can’t!” He yells out. “I can’t do any of that because every time I look at you all I can think of is the words you told me that night. I look at you and I get so mad I want to hit something, I want to go crazy. Do you see what you’ve done to me?”

Her heart breaks all over again at his words and she stays sitting there, crying.

“You make me so mad!” He says as he gets on his knees in front of her and places his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. “You leave me and then come back into my life out of nowhere and tell me you love me? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“I’m not, Juggie!”

“But you are!” And then a single tear rolls from his eyes. “My life was fine without you. I was fine. I was finally starting to feel okay. You’ve just ruined all of that.” He leans back onto his ankles, pulling his hands away from her. “I love you so much and I want you so bad, but I can’t trust you. You hurt me in a way that no one ever has before and I can’t go through that again.”

“You won’t have to,” she tries to promise.

“You don’t know that. I love you, Betty Cooper, but I can’t be with you.”

He stands up and once Betty sees that he’s leaving, she jumps up and runs to him.

“Jughead, wait!” She grabs onto his arm and stops him. “I love you. I’ve always loved you,” she cries to him.

He pauses, stares deep into her eyes and then pulls his arm away from her gently.

“I’m sure you do. You just didn’t love me when it mattered.”

And then he’s gone.

i’m at coffee and there’s this super super cute guy sitting at the table next to me he has like total frank ocean vibes but he’s with this gross ass white guy who is literally talking nonstop. like the one time the cute guy tried to say something the other guy interrupted him. and when i tried to plug in my laptop charger i was like trying to get past the gross guys’ backpack and the cute guy was like “oh sorry about that” and the gross guy just like grabs his backpack and is all “uh maybe i’ll just move this so you don’t trip and hurt us” and the cute guy was like “or yourself” and i’m just confused why is he hanging out with such an asshole he deserves better

Stardust

(This plot is based around suicide- please be careful)



So it was late last night and I started thinking about my Best Son Anthony Stark, and how he isn’t Good With Emotion. 


He finds it difficult to tell people he cares, and show others that he loves them. Sometimes even physical touch or people handing him things makes him uncomfortable, so the Avengers moving in proved difficult at the beginning, because… well, he just isn’t used to that much casual camaraderie and contact being thrown around. Totally new ball game. And it scares the shit out of him.


So anyway. The team are all Bonding and Growing Together and stuff, and Tony is just out on a limb, because he doesn’t know how to fucking say that he likes them. He shows it, of course he shows it, that’s the only thing he ever can do well- but then his goddamn mouth just has to run off and say something stupid and they’re right back at square-fucking-one again. He doesn’t know what to do, and he just… he doesn’t feel like one of them. It hurts.


Then there’s a bad mission.


 A… a really bad mission. Something-Wears-Coulson’s-Face-And-Goes-On-A-Murderous-Rampage-Directed-At-Clint type of bad mission.



Clint tries to jump off the roof.



And Tony is suddenly… completely and utterly consumed by how painful that is to think about. How stupidly attached he’s become, not only to the Birdbrain, but the whole damn team. Remembering Clint, sat still and silent on the top of the tower with a half-empty bottle of whatever-the-fuck in his hand and an empty look in his eyes… it haunts him. 


Literally. He can’t sleep. He barely lets Clint out of his sight for weeks after, just in case. The thought plagues him, because he knows, fuck does he know, what it’s like to feel that sort of pain. And he can’t stand the thought of Clint suffering the same.


He feels like he’s doing nothing. Like he’s helpless. So one night of yet more insomnia, he decides to put the ball on his side of the court.


He starts writing.


By the end of the morning, there’s pages and pages of data- Clint’s triggers, his history, his likes and dislikes and his mental state- all cross-referenced with one another and neatly sorted into workable piles. He tells JARVIS to scan the work and track it with Clint’s behaviour; flagging him up in either amber for medium risk, or red for immediate. 


And once he’s done that- why the hell would he stop there?

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