if-only-it-were-this-easy

night vale inspired horoscope, brought to you by musterni!


aries: quiet reflexion is next to impossible if your mental landscape is one long scream.
taurus: you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?)
gemini:  we don’t know where you came from, but we need you to go back.
cancer: gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. 
leo: I lived better when I was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. 
virgo: there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. 
libra: if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. 
scorpio: you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bone. 
sagittarius: love to distraction, die due to carelessness. 
capricorn: your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. 
aquarius: you’re dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. 
pisces: flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. 

If only things were so easy
that a simple photograph
could remind me of your voice
or the smooth sound of your laugh,

instead it only captures
the colour of your eyes,
portrays the never changing past
and reminds me how time flies,

I wish the pictures I took of you
could savour how you think
but they could never show the truth
so I will capture you with ink.

—  // the reason why I write
j.d.m.

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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get to know me meme: [8/10] favorite characters = Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

I have been sold like a broodmare. I have been chained and betrayed. Raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen.

anonymous asked:

so how about Tony facing his worst fears in order to save Peter? And then in return, Peter rides out the subsequent panic attacks and mental breakdowns that come from it. (Bc I'm a sucker for that angst haha)

The first thing he noticed when he came back to consciousness was the hand that carded gently through his hair.


He jerked, hands flailing wildly as he attempted to fight off the ghost of his attackers. God, his head hurt. He felt woozy; nauseous in a way he hadn’t since developing his powers. Everything felt a little off-kilter, and as he rolled to the side, his head fell from the soft surface it had been resting on and down toward a far harder, unforgiving one, which only increased the pain in the back of his head-

“Hey hey hey, Peter, whoah, calm down, it’s okay, it’s just me. It’s just me! You’re good, kid, you’re good,” someone said above him, and Peter groaned a little, but let himself relax instinctively at the sound of the voice.

Safe voice. Good voice. No threat. That was nice.

“T’ny?” he slurred, rolling back around and opening his heavy eyelids, trying to focus on the figure that was leaning over him.

“That’s me,” Tony replied, giving him a weary grin. His lip was split and there was a cut running across his cheek which was bleeding pretty heavily, so the whole thing looked rather grim, but still. Peter guessed it was the thought that counted. “You feeling okay? Kinda woozy? Gonna be sick, do you think?”

Peter thought about it for a second, before shaking his head. “Not g’nna hurl. J’st feel like…”

“Garbage?”

“Garb’ge, yeah.”

Tony nodded, patting him on the shoulder. “Yeah, that’ll be the drugs. You remember what happened?”

Peter furrowed his brow, trying to think back. His whole head just felt fluffy- like trying to wade through candyfloss, or catch smoke. “There was…lunch?”

Tony let out a brief bark of laughter. “Of course that’s the part you remember. Yeah, you were in the SI cafeteria, grabbing me some food. It was break, so there were a tonne of other people too.”

Peter began to nod a little as the memories cam back. “An’ then… then there was…gas?”

Tony grimaced. “Fucking HYDRA. Gassed the whole room out, came in with all their shitty guns, told me I had one minute to get down there or they’d start shooting. Honestly,” he shook his head, and had Peter not felt the slightly shaking hand on his shoulder, he would have thought Tony was more annoyed than afraid, “they’re so goddamn crass sometimes.”

Peter made a face. “Why am I here, though? Did I fight ‘em?”

“I’m not sure. I left before I could see the rest of the footage. But the last thing I saw was you…” Tony stopped, looking rather haunted, “you were the last one standing. I think it took more for your body to be overcome by the gas. They must have…fuck, I don’t know.” He shook his head, hand gripping a little tighter to Peter’s shoulder. “They must have recognised you. You’re seen with me a lot, so I guess they just thought you were valuable. Probably because you’re gonna be useful bargaining material,” Tony muttered, face like thunder as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. “God, I’m sorry kid. I’m so… fuck,” he whispered, looking away, eyes flicking up and over Peter’s head for a moment, before resting back down on Peter’s face. “I won’t let them do anything to you, though, Peter, I swear- God, I’ll torch their entire foundations to the fucking ground if they do and they fucking know it, so I don’t know what they’re thinking-”

“I’ll be fine,” Peter said quietly, finding Tony’s hand and gripping as he slowly hauled himself into sitting position. It sent a wave of dizziness over him, and he wobbled precariously for a moment before settling. “I’m enhanced. It takes a lot to hurt me.”

“Hey, hey, just lie down, Peter- you need to conserve energy. The drugs were only designed for normal humans. It’ll hopefully be out of your system soon, and you can get out,” Tony told him, pushing him back down so his head was resting in Tony’s lap once more. Peter wasn’t even strong enough to push back.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “This’s the f’rst time I been kidnapped,” he muttered.

“And I’m gonna make sure it’s your last,” Tony replied harshly, speaking more to himself than Peter. He looked pretty stricken, and his eyes kept goddamn shifting-

Curiously, Peter turned, rolling on his shoulder until he was facing the other way. He hadn’t properly taken in his surroundings yet, and the position he was lying in meant that he had his head facing the tiles of the wall

As he turned, his eyes widened a little. It took a while for his focus to shift back in, but once it did, he noted the large glass pane that separated them from the rest of the room.

They were in a holding cell; nothing more than a box, really. No features, no windows. Just like a part of an empty room had been cordoned off by glass. And on the other side…

There was some weird, futuristic-looking device. Like a vat, but completely see-through. Peter could see the water that glistened, eerily still in the light of the afternoon. It was the only thing in the huge warehouse.


A deep, primal sort of fear struck him as he took it in. It wasn’t some fancy schmancy death machine, it wasn’t intricate or even obviously threatening.

It was just water. 
But that held the potential for many, many unpleasant things.

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Cooler Than Liquid Nitrogen

Request: “im literally down for anything about peter because i love him but could you do one where the reader finds out about him being spiderman??”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k


AP Chemistry was always approached half-heartedly by most of the students at your school, since it was the last lesson on a Monday. That’s why you were quite intrigued by how giddy Peter Parker looked as he mixed various concoctions, his eyes shifty as he fiddled with something underneath the table. Being the curious creature you were, you approached your friend, leaning beside him silently.

“Having fun?” You voiced, causing the fidgety boy to jump.

“Oh hey (Y/n), didn’t see you there.” He replied awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

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The Sanders Sides in their makeup from Thomas’s new video!!! THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD AND ITS ONE OF THOSE TIMES WHEN I FORGET THAT THEYRE ALL THE SAME PERSON AHHHHH I LOVE IT!!!!

Colors // j.j. soulmate!au

Everyone is born with a stripe on their wrist with a color denoting which emotion they are unable to feel until they kiss their soulmate (once they kiss them, a smaller stripe of their color appears in their stripe)

Ever since he can remember, Jughead Jones has never gone a day without wearing a cuff over his left wrist, covering up the colored stripe he was born with. Although meant as a kindness, the cuff only helps strangers know that whatever he couldn’t feel was embarrassing enough to require to be covered.

Subconsciously, he fiddles with his cuff as he stares at the computer screen.

“God, why can’t I be happy with how this is turning out,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the booth.

His ears fill with the sound of giggling, opening his eyes to see the upside down image of his best friend.

“You okay Juggie?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

“As good as I can possibly be,” he replies as she sits down across from him, “writers block sucks.”

“The absolute worst,” she says, nodding.

The two teens don’t miss the look of pity they receive from the waiter as he sets down their order, his eyes locked on the pair of black cuffs adorning both of their wrists.

“Do you ever wish soulmates weren’t a thing?” She asks, running her fingers over the cuff. “Or that the universes came up with a less sadistic way to lead us to them?”

Jughead shrugs, looking down at his wrist.

“I suppose,” he replies, “I think I wish more that I was blessed with something I didn’t have to cover.”

The girl nods, all too aware of the various pairs of eyes tracking her and Jughead’s wrist like a puck at a hockey game.

“God I just wish they’d stop staring!” She practically shouts, all but slamming her shake back down on the table.

“Y/N,” Jughead says gently, placing her hand on top of hers in a calming fashion.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says, sighing audibly, “it’s just tiring. Between the looks my parents give me and the things people say at school…it’s ridiculous.”

“I know,” Jughead gives her a half smile, “I know, you know I understand. And it’ll go away, I promise.”

“They just,” she shakes her head, looking around the diner, “they get to live their lives with no hinderance, they get to walk around with everyone automatically knowing that whatever they can’t feel is deemed somewhat normal while we have to go through this unrelenting torture of everyone pitying you.”

“Bad day?” He asks, he knows she rants about the universe when her day has been particularly rough.

She sighs again, lowering her head into her hands as she nods.

“The worst,” she mumbles.

Jughead nods, closing his laptop and sticking it in his bag as he stands, holding his hand out to her.

“C'mon,” he says, “let’s get out of here.”

Y/N smiles, taking the boys hand and following him out of the diner, their hands still intertwined as they make their way down the gravel.

“Why do you think we were cursed with these?” She asks.

“The stripes or these specific colors?” He questions.

“Both I suppose,” she replies, “the colors mostly.”

“Because we are those special few the universe feels can handle some bad luck,” he replies smoothly, “we are the ones that have to deal with this trail because we are the ones equipped to handle it.”

“I don’t know if I am Jug,” she sighs, letting the boy lead her over to a park bench, “I can’t stand not feeling this anymore.”

“Do you,” Jughead furrows his eyebrows, “do you know what yours is?”

“Well I…yeah,” she says, swallowing roughly, “when I was younger, like eight or nine maybe, my mom got me a new cuff and she was helping me take off the old one. It was off before she realized she left the new one downstairs, she went to go get it and forgot that I didn’t have one on. So I looked I mean…how was I to know how bad it is,” she explains, looking down at her wrist, “do you know what yours is?”

“Not exactly but I’ve worked out at least a few that it could be,” he replies quietly, “after almost seventeen years there’s really only one or two that I think it could be.”

“I should’ve been paying more attention to you,” Y/N says, leaning her head onto his shoulder, “maybe I could’ve figured it out.”

“It feels sad to talk about it,” Jughead replies, “even though we both know that ours are sad ones, I mean we’ve had them covered our entire lives, but it still feels sad talking about it.”

“Did you here about Archie and Veronica?” The girl changes the subject. “Apparently they were talking and he just kissed her and boom, he could suddenly feel fear. Must’ve been quite a shock to him. And V too, she went this long without feeling jealousy and now she can.”

“It’s the same way for Kevin and Joaquin,” Jughead says, “They get together and suddenly Kevin can feel anger and Joaquin can feel worry. Crazy how this stuff works.”

“Crazy how it seems we’re the only ones in the school who don’t have soulmates yet,” she sighs.

“Care to tell me why your day was so awful?”

“Mom asked me if I found anyone quote attractive enough to kiss,” she says, shaking her head, “and when I said that it was none of her business and that’s not how I go around looking at the world she yelled at me and told me that I’m never going to feel l-whatever my stripe is.”

“If you want to tell me you can,” he whispers, “I know it’s not usually the thing people like us talk about, but you can tell me.”

“Not today Juggie,” she replies, subtly whipping the corner of her eye with her finger, “maybe someday, but not today.”

“My mom told me I should try Dilton,” Betty says a few weeks later while sitting in the student lounge, “can you imagine? Me and Dilton Doilye?”

“You never know,” Veronica shrugs, her hand laced with Archie’s, “sometimes it’s the person you least expect.”

“Oh please,” Kevin rolls his eyes, “like anyone thought you and Archie weren’t meant to be.”

“Besides, I don’t mind not feeling pain,” Betty says, looking down at her orange-stripped wrist, “might just stay single forever.”

“Well not all of us are blessed with that luxury,” Jughead snaps, looking up from his book for the first time during the conversation.

“Jug,” Y/N says softly, shaking her head once.

“Not sorry,” he grumbles, sinking down further into his seat.

“Sorry guys,” Betty says, her eyes dimming slightly, “didn’t think.”

Y/N can’t help but feel all four pairs of eyes on her, ducking her face further into her book.

“No one special in your life Y/N?” Veronica asks.

If only it were that easy.

“Nope,” she replies simply, turning the page in her book.

“Jughead?” Veronica throws the same question his way.

“Not unless you count Y/N,” the boy says, making the girl roll her eyes.

“Thanks Jug,” she says, shaking her head, “I feel special now.”

“Have you guys ever kissed?” The raven haired girl asks, practically making Jughead fall out of his chair.

“Me and Y/N?” He asks, closing his book and sitting up properly. “No.”

“Why not?” Veronica asks. “I mean it can’t hurt.”

“You think me and Jughead are soulmates?” Y/N questions, raising her eyebrows.

“I don’t know if you are,” Veronica explains, “but I know that you won’t know unless you try.”

“That’s insane,” she says, “you can’t just go around kissing people to find out if they’re your soulmate or not.”

“Why not?” Betty asks. “I kissed Archie, and Kevin. Even considered Veronica until her and Archie found out they are soulmates.”

“Jesus you guys,” Jughead says, “it’s not that simple. You have to feel something before you just kiss them.”

Y/N’s face falls slightly, but she nods.

“He’s right,” she replies.

“And what exactly do you have to feel?” Betty questions.

“I dunno…but you have to feel something,” Jughead replies.

Betty studies the faces of her two friends, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Hmm,” she says, nodding once, “okay.”

“No you didn’t see it,” Betty stresses, “you two were too smitten with each other to see her face when he said it. She likes him.”

“So what if she likes him,” Veronica says, “that’s not how it works. She can like him all she wants,  but it’s the universe that decides who’s with who.”

“Even so,” Betty replies, sitting back in the plush seat, “I asked her to come early, I want to talk to her.”

“Well here’s your chance,” Archie mutters as the other girl walks into the diner, sitting down next to Betty.

“Hey guys,” she says, “where’s Jug?”

“Coming later,” Betty answers, “I asked you to come earlier, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Y/N questions, eyebrows furrowing.

“I was wondering,” the blonde starts, “you and Jughead…is anything going on between you two?”

“Me and Jug?” Y/N stutters out. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just curious. I’ve seen some of the looks the two of you share every now and then,” Betty says.

Y/N’s stomach drops, heart beat quickening as she shakes her head.

“No…no it’s nothing like that,” she whispers.

“Oh c'mon Y/N,” Veronica chimes, “you know you can tell us anything. You like him don’t you?”

Y/N feels tears pricking at the edge of her eyes, finger nails digging into her palms as she wills them away.

Stop it. Just stop it.

“No,” she swallows.

“Say no all you like,” Betty says, “we don’t believe you.”

It’s as if her rib cage closes around her lungs, the lack of air making her brain fuzzy. She shakes her head again, this time to get rid of the tears more than to reiterate her argument.

“I don’t,” she says.

You don’t understand.

The trio give the girl knowing looks, causing her to dig her nails in further.

“You don’t understand,” she whispers, looking down at her lap.

“I’m sure we all understand having a crush on someone,” Archie laughs.

Y/N repeats her words, Veronica scrunching her eyebrows together.

“And what exactly don’t we understand?” She questions.

“I can’t feel…” Y/N stops, shaking her head again, “I can’t.”

“Y/N?” Betty notices the girl on the brink of tears, eye widening in worry. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t,” she says breathlessly, standing up and tucking some hair behind her ear.

Betty grabs the girls wrist, fingers coming in contact with the leather cuff covering the stripe.

“Y/N tell us what’s going on,” she says, “we didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You don’t understand,” Y/N sighs, looking at her three friends and shaking her head, “none of you do. You all have your soulmate or you have the freedom of at least being able to see what you’re missing. You have the ability to share with other people what it takes to make you complete and I…we…me and Jughead don’t have that. You don’t understand.”

“I’m still confused,” Archie says, “exactly what don’t we understand?”

“I can’t feel love,” she admits, tears flowing down her cheeks, “that’s what you don’t understand. I’m incomplete, I can’t feel that. That’s why I don’t…I can’t like Jughead because I can’t feel that emotion.”

She rushes out of the diner, unknowingly passing by Jughead in her whirlwind of tears and short breaths.

“Was that Y/N?” He asks, setting his bag down on the seat. “What happened?”

“I’m an idiot,” Betty sighs, “that’s what happened.”

Archie and Veronica take turns explaining what transpired between the four of them before he arrived, Jughead’s eyes widening with practically every word.

“And then she said that she couldn’t…” Veronica trails off, shaking her head, “I’m sorry, that’s not my secret to tell.”

“I have to go find her,” Jughead says, throwing his bag to Archie, “she can’t be alone.”

“We don’t know where she is,” Archie replies, tucking the messenger bag next to him.

“I do.”

Ten minutes later Jughead arrives at the park on the outside of Sunnyside, sighing happily when his eyes rest on her hunched over figure.

“Y/N,” he says, walking up behind her as she sits on a swing, feet dragging on the ground.

“H-how’d you find me?” She asks, tear tracks evident on her face as he sits on the swing next to her.

“You always come here when you’re upset,” Jughead replies, “you’ve forgotten that we’ve been best friends for basically our entire lives.”

“Did they tell you what happened?” She questions quietly.

“Most of it,” Jughead replies, dragging his foot in the dirt, “up until right before you rushed out. Veronica left off at you saying you couldn’t do something.”

Y/N felt another tear roll down her cheek, barely holding back a sob from escaping her lips.

“Y/N?” He asks worriedly, getting off of the swing and kneeling down in front of her. “What’s wrong? You’re freaking me out a little.”

“It’s so overwhelming Juggie,” she says, “not being able to feel complete. Feeling…feeling so empty all of the time I can’t…I can’t handle it anymore.”

Y/N doesn’t hear the boys response, instead she stares down at the cuff on her wrist, eyes watering at the sight.

“I can’t wear this anymore,” she cuts Jughead off from whatever he’s saying, “I can’t have it covered anymore Jug. I can’t.”

She shakes her head vigorously, fingers scratching over the leather until she practically rips it off, the deep red stripe all but glowing in the dusk light.

The sob finally rips from her body, tears freely falling as she tries to avoid Jughead’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head again, “you shouldn’t have to deal with this, I’m sorry.”

“Shh shh shh,” Jughead places a hand on her cheek, wiping away a few tears as he shakes his head, “don’t say that. This…this is nothing we can’t deal with, okay?” He smiles as softly as he can. “We both knew that our stripes weren’t the usual colors, this does not make anything different.”

“No you don’t understand,” she hiccups slightly, “Jughead, I can’t feel love. Even on the scale of those that need to be covered this is the worst.”

“Stop that,” he says, “you’ve lived seventeen without feeling this, you’re bound for a break down sometime huh.”

She tries her best to laugh, making more of a breathless sputtering sound than anything else.

“Tell you what,” he says softly, “do you want me to show you mine? Maybe it’ll make you feel better?”

“I don’t want to put you in that position,” she shakes her head.

“Nah, I want to,” Jughead says, “you’ve shown me yours, it’s only fair.”

“Okay,” she nods, swallowing.

She watches as he unstraps his cuff, the bright yellow stripe practically lighting up their faces. Her face dries up almost immediately.

“Oh Juggie,” she sighs, her fingers brushing over his wrist.

“Yeah well,” he shrugs, “we both knew it wasn’t something good.”

“But Jug you haven’t,” her brain searches for words, “Jughead you haven’t ever fe-”

“Ever felt a day of happiness in my life?” Jughead lets out a short breath. “Yeah, I know.”

“Jughead,” she tries to formulate words again, throat dry, “kiss me.”

Jughead almost chokes on air, eye bugging out as he looks at her.

“What?” He shakes his head. “Y/N you’re not thinking straight.”

“Yes I am,” she nods, “Betty was right, we might as well get it out of the way. We don’t know if we’re soulmates or not and this is the only way to be sure.”

“I meant what I said Y/N,” he argues, “you have to feel something before you just kiss someone.”

“That’s the point Jughead, I can’t feel anything like that,” she pleads.

Jughead looks up at her, heart beat quickening as he stares at the girl he never dared to think of as more than a friend.

“I think…” he swallows, nodding slightly, “Y/N I think I like you, scratch that, I know I like you. And I’m scared that if we do this that we won’t be together and I don’t think I can handle that.”

Y/N sucks in a deep breath, nodding.

“You’re right,” she says quietly, “you’re right I’m sorry I was…I was being stupid,” she looks down at her wrist, “feels weird, not having it covered.”

Jughead looks down at the ruby red stripe covering her wrist, then at the yellow one over his.

“Promise me something,” he says, breaking the silence that had been hanging in the air, “promise me that if we do this and nothing happens, we’ll still be friends.”

“Jughead, nothing can stop us from being friends,” she says, “not this or anything else, I promise.”

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed Y/N,” he says quietly, intertwining their fingers together.

“I don’t care what happens,” she shakes her head, “I just need to feel like I’m trying. I need to feel something. And I trust you, more than I trust anyone.”

“Okay,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb over her cheek.

Jughead brings his lips up to hers, eyes closing as they kiss each other. The feeling of her lips on his is almost enough to overcome the feeling of heat erupting from both of their wrists, Y/N pulling away from him with a small gasp.

“Oh my god, Juggie,” she says breathlessly, smiling as she looks down at her wrist.

The two teenagers watch as their respective colored wrists are now broken by a new line splitting it in half, Jughead’s yellow now with a thin red stripe in the middle and Y/N’s the opposite.

“Is this happiness?"Jughead asks, unable to keep the smile off of his face. "I feel like…I feel like I’m full of sunshine or something.”

Y/N laughs, tears pricking at the edges of her eyes.

“I feel like my heart’s going to explode,” she says, looking at him, “I…I love you, Jughead. I mean, obviously I’ve never felt…whatever this is so I’m guessing it’s love and I love you.”

“God,” he smiles even more, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “I love you too Y/N.”

Jughead uses his thumb to wipe away a tear from her cheek, pulling her up from the swing and into his arms.

“At least tell me that these are happy tears,” he says.

“Yes yes yes,” she says, laughing a bit as he smiles, “yes of course.”

“Good good,” Jughead nods, “god I can’t stop smiling.”

“I don’t blame you,” she says, “you’ve never felt happiness in your life, it’s got to be overwhelming.”

“Kiss me again,” he whispers, “please.”

“I dunno Juggie,” she teases, “aren’t you supposed to feel something before you kiss someone?”

“Shut up.”

Jughead pulls her lips back onto his, happiness still bubbling in his stomach as she places her hand on his cheek.

“I’m so glad we don’t need those stupid cuffs anymore,” she whispers, a smile on her face, “I hated them.”

“I’m glad it’s you,” Jughead replies, “nothing makes me happier than the fact that it’s you I get to spend the rest of my life with.”

She blushes, the red looking more like pink in the dwindling sunlight.

“Whoa there Jug,” she teases, “lets not get ahead of ourselves.”

“The universe says we’re meant to be together,” he replies, cupping her cheek with his hand, “and who am I to argue with the universe?”

“I love you,” she says, the words foreign yet familiar on her tongue.

“I love you too,” he says, kissing her softly.

“We should probably go talk to everyone else,” she says quietly, “I think Betty’s kicking herself for what happened, we gotta show her that in the end it was a good thing.”

“Kiss me one more time, then we will,” Jughead requests.

She agrees, pressing her lips to his for a few more seconds.

“I’m never going to get tired of this feeling,” Jughead whispers as they walk back towards Pop’s.

“Never gonna get tired of me?” She questions.

“Not in a million years.”

EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 4


ONESHOTS:

  • I’ll take you as you are by Behindthecities
    Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

  • One More Second by kosekardemomme
    Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

  • isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff
    Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 

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Exception [9]

When you’re in love with your taken best friend, it seems you’ll go to any length to sabotage his current relationship in hopes of snaring his affection for yourself, even if that means teaming up with a person who is, technically, his worst enemy. 


part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine /

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warning(s): sexual content



You haven’t had a lot of time alone with Jongin since last night’s encounter, but as you’re standing by his car, you’re hoping – praying – that the goosebumps that have formed on your arms from his proximity aren’t as obvious as you believe them to be.

You’ve never been great with ‘the morning after’ in any sense of the meaning, but you’d always had the option to speed out of the room before any awkward conversations could take place; safe under the knowledge you’d never have to see this person again, prior.

In this case, you don’t get that option.

Especially not when you can feel his eyes burning into you, from his place beside you.

It’s worse than usual, you’re not going to lie. Not only does he possess an ability to read you like a book… last night you had to admit an inexperience in an area that had almost become second nature to you, to a person that could so easily question your validity and scrutinize you, so easily decide not to believe you.

None of which happened, thankfully.

But you then went on to experience said act, by his hands. And no matter how much you’ve dreamed about this, envisioned this moment in the finest detail, you know now, as well as anyone, that you can’t take it back. Kim Jongin has touched you, irrefutably.

And you can’t run from him, nor pretend that he doesn’t exist. Especially when he’s standing right beside you.

You can only imagine how surreal it feels from his side. If your touch has done nothing but taint his entire worldview, if you’ve ruined the dream he had for he and his first love. 

If all of this was actually, dare you say, a mistake. If given the option, a chance to relive it, relive meeting you, coming into this agreement with you, would he turn the other way? Would he not be in the classroom at that particular moment in time?

Would none of this have come to pass?

Would that be preferable for Jongin?

You wish you had the strength to ask him.

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Better Than Him Pt. 2

Part 1 

Highly requested, so here’s part 2. Enjoy!



Recap: 

“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. To. Not. See. Him.” He says between whips to my body. After whipping me those times, he starts walking away from me while he is saying something. I crawl to my jacket which was holding my phone. I quickly dial “1″ on my phone, which I programmed to be Shawn in my phone. But the ringing caused Jordan to turn around. Shawn immediately picked up the phone.

“Y/n?” he worried.

But all I could whisper out was “S-Shawn.” Before I got a kick in the face causing me to black out.


15 minutes after y/n left.


I sit picking up pieces of broken glass from the frame that fell. I knew I shouldn’t have raised my voice at y/n. Who knows what’s going on in her life right now. I should’ve just been there and supported her, but I’m tired of seeing her crying  and have bruises covering her skin all the time. The thing is, Jordan used to be one of my close friends in high school. Until he became friends with the assholes of the school. I never really trusted him, especially when y/n started showing interest in him. Why do I always fuck things up?

Once I’ve thrown away all of the glass, I set the picture of us on the counter. The picture of us was taken at our friend’s New Year’s party, the night that changed everything. All three of us had attended this party. Y/n was with me while, like no surprise, Jordan was flirting with every girl in the room. You could see that Y/n was used to seeing Jordan being that way with many girls, but as soon as she talked to a guy it caused problems. At this point in time, Jordan was fine with me talking to y/n because we were all good friends, or so he thought. Y/n didn’t feel good from drinking, so I took her upstairs away from the crowd so she’d feel more comfortable. It was nice being alone with y/n and not around people who don’t really know me for me. Seeing y/n a little bit drunk was funny, but it had been the first time I’ve seen her genuinely happy. Her smile was my favorite feature about her. 

Flashback to 4 months ago.

“Shawn, I don’t feel so good..” She said as she stumbled walking in her heels.

“Let me go get Jordan and -”

“No, just let him be.” y/n said cutting me off.

“Here let’s go somewhere so you can relax.” Y/n nods in response. She puts an arm over my shoulder and I put a hand on her waist to help her walk. As we pass by the kitchen, I hand y/n a water bottle to hold. We slowly go upstairs until we make it to the guest bedroom. I shut the door behinds, then help y/n sit on the bed and take off her heels.

“You’re the sweetest guy ever, Shawn. I don’t know how you don’t have a girlfriend.” She says as I untie the long lace that’s wrapped around her leg. 

“Eh I have an eye on someone, but they’re in a relationship right now.”

“I’m sure if you tell her your feelings, she would leave him in an instant.” 

I finally slide off the heels on her feet. “If only it were that easy.” I sighed as I sat down next to her.

“Tell me about her. What’s she like?”

“Note to self: y/n gets nosey when she’s drunk.” Y/n lets out a laugh and a little snort, which was adorable.

“Oh shut up. What’s she like?”

I lay back so I’m on my back and looking at the ceiling. Y/n lays down on her stomach and rests her head on her hands so she was still propped up. “She has these amazing big brown eyes, she cares so much about others, but tries to hide it, when she smiles she has this adorable dimple, and… I don’t know. What do you want to know about her?” I lean on my side so I can look at her again.

“Do you see a future with her?”

I move a piece of hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I have since we were little kids.” At that moment, y/n leans in and kisses me on the lips. This is the feeling I’ve been aching for, for a long time. Her lips are soft and gentle. Y/n gets up and straddles my lap. She continues the kiss as she starts to unbutton my shirt. When my shirt is unbuttoned, she kisses my neck and starts to kiss down to my chest, but I stop her. I flip her over so that I am on top. “Let me take care of you.” she nods in response. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” 

I immediately crash my lips to hers. Out of all the girls I’ve kissed, this one was the most special. There was the spark like how movies have them. I undo the tie that was holding her dress together on the side. Her dress falls opens a little bit, but I move it so I can see her completely. I see a few bruises on her body that are starting to heal. The bruises were on her chest, stomach, and legs. They looked big enough for a fist to have made that mark on her skin. I didn’t ask her about them, instead I leaned down and kissed each of the spots instead. She leans up and brings my face up to her’s so she can kiss me again. I run my hands down her back and undo her bra as she runs her hands through my hair. She then slides my shirt down my shoulders and undoes my belt.

“Shawn, I need you.” she says only inches away from my face. I get up and slide off my pants and boxers. My shoes I had already taken off earlier when I took off y/n’s. I go back and join y/n on the bed. She lays back and I slip off her thong down her legs. She opens her legs so I can see all of her. I go between her legs and line myself up at her entrance. Waiting for a moment, I see her nod in approval. Finally I slide myself inside her and she’s really tight. “You’re so big.” Y/n moans out. My hips move at a slow pace so I can feel all of her and she can feel all of me. I start to kiss her neck as I thrust in and out. She runs her hands down my back creating goosebumps on my skin. Y/n grips the sheets as I go even deeper into her. She lets out a loud moan, but I kiss her quickly so it wouldn’t be heard by others as much. I let out a hiss as y/n scratches down my back. Thrusting faster and faster, y/n wraps her legs around me.

“Y/n, I’m going to cum.” I say unsteadily. 

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” Immediately I cum inside her and she cums too. I pull out and lay next to her. She lays her head on my shoulder as laying an arm around my stomach. We lay there in silence for a while, taking in what we had just done. I play with her with her long hair and she traces patterns on my skin. 

“Was I okay?” I say breaking the silence.

She leans up and looks at me, “You were the best I’ve had.”

She starts to tear up. “I’m sorry about not telling you about what happened." 

 I wipe away her tears, "We don’t have to talk about it right now, y/n. You can tell me when you’re ready." 

 Another tear falls as she smiles, "This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” She kisses me again. “We should probably get dressed though." 

I laugh, "Yeah we probably should.” We both get up and get dressed. She helps me button up my top and I help her with her dress. I want to ask her if we’re going to talk about it, but I know it’s too soon to ask so I don’t. Y/n goes over by the door and was about to open it. “Wait,” I say making her stop what she was doing. I kiss her one last time since I don’t know when I’ll be able to again. She let’s go of the door knob and wraps both arms around my neck and kisses me back for a while. Until the door opens with the last person we were wanting to see. Y/n gets pulled away from me and I get pushed in another direction. 

“Stay away from my girlfriend.” Jordan scoffs in my face, then backs away. “I should’ve known you’d do this at some point. You were always jealous of what I had." 

"Jordan, it’s not like that.” Y/n moves towards Jordan, but he turns around and slaps her. 

“Shut up, bitch. My own girlfriend can’t even keep her legs closed. There’s plenty of girls who would rather be in your spot." 

"Hey!” I shout and pull back his arm, “You don’t ever lay a hand on a girl.” Jordan then punches me in the face, causing my nose to bleed. 

“She’s my girlfriend. Not yours.” He turns back to y/n and grabs her arm. “And as for you, we’re leaving." 

End of flashback.

I zone back into where I was by my phone buzzing on the counter. Not looking at the number who called my phone I answer it anyways. A loud yell in the background of the phone call is heard. I pull the phone away for a second to read the caller ID and it says “Y/n Y/l/n”. 

“Y/n?” I said worriedly.

“S-shawn..” y/n said in a whisper then you could heard a scream in pain before everything went silent.

“Hello?” I say, but it was still silent. “Hello?” louder into the phone this time. Finally, I hear breathing into the phone. “Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh she’s okay.” Jordan says through the phone. I can just picture his nasty evil smile in the tone he was talking in.

“You touch her again and -” 

“And if I do?”

“If you do, you’ll wish you did”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” then the line goes dead.

I quickly dial my friend Geoff’s number. Hoping that he picks up the phone, but he doesn’t. It goes to his voicemail, “Hey it’s Geoff, leave a message and I promise to call you right back!”

“Hey Geoff, it’s Shawn. I need help. Y/n’s hurt.” leaving the voicemail, then I call him again. “Come on, come on! Pick up!” And finally he does just that.

“Hey man! What’s up?” cheerily Geoff says.

“Where are you?”

“At home, why?”

“I’m coming to pick you up.” I say while running around looking for my keys “Y/n’s hurt and I need help. Jordan has y/n and she just called me and -”

“What are you waiting for? Get your ass over here!”

“Be there in 5.” I hung up and shoved my phone into my pocket. Before I go outside, I grab the baseball bat in my closet. I throw the baseball bat into the backseat and hop in the front seat. I put my keys in the ignition, making the engine roar back to life. Pulling out of the garage, I sit in the driveway for a few seconds to see the garage door shut. Racing down the street I think about how I’m going to hurt Jordan like he’s hurt y/n for months. I speed through every red light so I can hurry and pick up Geoff. Luckily he lives really close to where I do. I pull up in his drive way and lay my hand on the horn for a while. Geoff comes out with a duffle bag and Samantha follows shortly behind him. Geoff turns around and kisses her then heads over to the passenger side to put his stuff in the back seat and sit down up front. Samantha knocks on my window signaling to roll it down. 

“Promise me that you will beat the shit out of him and get y/n out of there.” She says as soon as I rolled the window down.

“He’s going to get everything he did to y/n done to him tonight.”

Samantha ruffles my hair and then steps back. “Well what are you waiting for? Go get her! And for you,” she points at Geoff. “You better come home to me in one piece. I don’t want to lose the love of my life either.”

I pull out of his driveway and race to y/n’s house. “What did you bring in that bag?”

“Just a few things that will hurt him. Focus on your driving we don’t know how long we have.” 

A few minutes later, we arrive at y/n’s house. We both quickly jump out of the car and grab from the backseat. I grab my baseball bat and I see Geoff pull a gun out of his bag. “Woah, I said hurt him not kill him.”

Geoff shrugs, “We got to be prepared for the worst. We don’t know what he’ll do, besides we don’t even know what he has on him.”

After grabbing all of our equipment, we go up to the front door. Instead of breaking down the door, I unlock it with a key y/n gave me a while ago. By unlocking the door it reduces the chances of Jordan hearing us. 

“Step back, let me go first.” Geoff steps in front of me, holding out his gun so he’s ready to shoot anything in his way. I grip my bat as hard as I can so I’m prepared. We check everywhere upstairs: y/n’s bedroom, the living room, and even the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. That only left the basement. We both go to the stairway and walk down the stairs.

“Ahh! Here he is! And he even brought a guest!” Jordan is standing behind y/n with a gun held to her head. Y/n is kneeling on the ground in just her underwear and bra. Blood covers her body, her face is swollen with blood and tears covering her face. “Isn’t that nice, y/n?” He puts his head near her and she doesn’t respond. “I said isn’t that nice?!” As he pushes the gun further into her temple. Finally, she nods in response.

“Isn’t this a nice gatheri-” but Geoff cuts him off by shooting him in the shoulder. When Jordan is shot, y/n get’s up and runs over in our directions. She kicked the gun in our direction at the same time so it wasn’t in reach for Jordan.  Jordan gets up and runs towards us. I step in front of y/n to guard her. He tries to reach me, but I swing my metal bat at him. When I swung at him I heard a snap in his arm. I stand there in shock for a second, not believing what I had just done. A sharp pain to my face knocked me back into reality. After Jordan punched my face, I swung at him in the ribs causing him to fall again. This time I keep swinging and swinging at him, not caring what happened I just wanted him to know how it felt when he did things like this to y/n.

“Shawn stop. I got this. You get her out of here and to the hospital.” I drop the bat to the ground and kick him in the side one last time before going by y/n. I pick up y/n so I’m carrying her bridal style and carry her upstairs. Before heading out to the car, I grab y/n’s jacket so she at least has something to wear. She stands on her feet and I carefully help her put on her jacket. The jacket is long and ends at her knees, so it will provide her some warmth with her lack of clothing. I pick her up again and carry her out to the car. She adjusts in the passenger seat so she’s a little more comfortable. I do up her seatbelt, then I get in the driver’s seat and head towards the hospital.

“I’m so sorry about this.”

“Shh. Please. I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Y/n phases in and out.

“Okay, just please stay awake until we get there.” The rest of the ride on the way down there was silent. Minutes later we arrive to the hospital. I park by the emergency room and get out of the car then pick up y/n and run with her into the emergency room. 

“Help! I need help! She’s been hurt! Someone please help!”

A nurse goes to the intercom, “Paging any doctor to the emergency room.” All of this happens too fast, people come wheeling a gurney to us and tell me to lay her down on the gurney. After I lay her down, they immediately rush her down the hall. “Will she be okay?”

“They’ll do everything they can to help her.”

An hour later.

I finished giving my statement to a police officer a few minutes ago and now I’m pacing around the waiting room with a coffee in my hand. One of the nurses put a few stitches in my lip because Jordan got it pretty well. I see Geoff and Samantha come walking up to me in the waiting room. They both come up can give me a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Samantha says

“How’s y/n doing?” wonders Geoff.

“I don’t know, they haven’t said anything to me yet. How’s the bastard?” I say before taking a sip of my coffee.

“I called Samantha over to come and get me, and we called the police and they’re taking care of what should happen to him.”

“An officer just got done talking to me, too.”

“Shawn Mendes?” A doctor says, causing me to snap in his direction. I walk over to him.

“That’s me. Is y/n okay?”

“Y/n is going to be alright, but there’s a little complication..”

Thunderstorms and Cliches (Jughead x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You’re the new girl in town and get trapped under a tree during a thunderstorm. Jughead likes your humor and decides that he wants to keep you just to himself. His friends have other ideas, which leads him to admit his feelings to himself and you. 

Word Count: 2837

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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes 
part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 ) 

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ”
“ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ”
“ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ”
“ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ”
“ fear is the absence of understanding. ”
“ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ”
“ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ”
“ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ”
“ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ”
“ the body is rot waiting to happen. ”
“ you will never have loved for nothing. ”
“ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ”
“ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ”
“ we don’t know where you came from. ”
“ we need you to go back. ”
“ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ”
“ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ”
“ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ”
“ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ”
“ if only you weren’t less human for it. ”
“ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ”
“ die due to carelessness. ”
“ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ”
“ you are dazzling and terrifying. ”
“ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ”
“ pick a place and die there. ”
“ i know you mean well. ”
“ may fortune favor the fuckups. ”
“ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ”
“ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ”
“ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ”
“ i worry. ”
“ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ”
“ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ”
“ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ”
“ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ”
“ make room for small, fragile things. ”
“ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ”
“ stranger things have happened. ”
“ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ”
“ let none be the noose. ”
“ take what you can and run. ”
“ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ”
“ understanding builds bridges. ”
“ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ”
“ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ”
“ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ”
“ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ”
“ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ”
“ you were a plague none were prepared for. ”
“ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ”
“ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ”
“ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ”
“ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ”
“ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ”
“ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ”
“ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ”
“ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ”
“ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ”
“ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ”
“ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ”
“ even spectres can tire. ”
“ it pays to kill with kindness. ”
“ you’re your own worst enemy. ”
“ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ”
“ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ”
“ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ”
“ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

It Never Seems To Be Enough

Summary: Dan gets hate comments and gets bullied by his subscribers on the internet for not posting the video he said he would, and when he breaks down from it, Phil is there to help him back up. 

Or, the fic that’s not actually a fic because it really happened, because half the people in the phandom are assholes who have no regard for Dan’s feelings because they all think it’s about them. 

A/N: I’m not bitter :) This behavior is not okay. Dan does not deserve to be treated the way he was today. No one likes a bully. Unless you have something nice to say to him, than don’t say it at all. 

Warnings: None, unless assholes trigger you. Which, by the way, the tweets featured in this fic are actual tweets I saw in Dan’s replies on his video post.

Word Count: 2,026

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Dan made a mistake by telling thousands of people on YouNow about his next video. Truthfully, he had planned on the next danisnotonfire video being one that meant something to him, but when he tried to film it, things just weren’t working out.

He had been stressed for weeks, constantly worrying about the content he was going to put out on his personal channel, but each time he thought of making a video to post publicly, he felt sick.

Dan treated his own channel like an egg. It always had to be perfect, with no cracks anywhere, and the outside had to have a polished glow to it. He never knew who was going to stumble across his channel, and he couldn’t have it looking like a shitstorm in case someone important saw it. But it was that exact thought that drove him mad.

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