it turned out worse than i expected

Things I learned on this one.

1. I can draw Chloe much better than max

2. Pricefield never gets old

3. Background and clothes are something I need work on

Turns out only doing headshots of girls that look like Chloe only make you decent at doing headshots of girls who look like Chloe., Who knew!

Either way I’m SUPER happy with how Chloe turned out and max went better and worse than expected but it was a learning experience all round. 

Next up is most likely a Chloe headshot cause Im sorta good at those then some swimsuit fun  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


This started out as some jokey sketches, and then the next thing I knew I was making myself seven new phone wallpapers. Behold! The seven deadly sins! Where is Papy?

In heaven, obviously.

Also: BONUS!!

Talks Machina Highlights (Episodes 92 & 93)
  • Denise message: “With every breath the world takes my power increases.”
  • Asked which of her episodes was the most intense, Noelle: “Well, the first one, I was on the edge of my seat a lot wondering when they were gonna stop shopping…”
  • Everyone admits that episode 93 should’ve been the most intense episode yet, but they were all so ignorant of the potential consequences that it didn’t really sink in until afterwards.
  • Noelle talks about a really fun D&D campaign she had where everybody played teenagers in high school (she was a tiefling warlock). She wanted something different than the high-charisma, low-strength build she’d had there, so when Matt suggested the blood hunter class, she was 100% on board. “I like my D&D characters extra.”
  • Sam agrees with a question-asker that Taryon is mostly just emulating what he thinks brave people ought to do; it remains to be seen whether or not he’s actually brave.
  • Liam as a player was freaking out over how close the campaign came to ending, but in-character, Vax is pretty convinced they’re all destined to get to the end of the road at this point and that there’s a bigger plan in play.
  • Travis and Sam both expected the Nine Hells to be worse than they were. Sam: “I think you build up hell in your mind…”
  • Tova would totally have turned Grog into a werebear if he’d asked.
  • A question-asker points out that Trinket wound up lasting years longer than Doty. Sam: “…yes, there’s something inherently wrong with that. […] You know what? Matt’s game is broken.” Brian: “Doty vs. Trinket: The end of Critical Role.” (Laura immediately tweets in outrage.)
  • Someone asks if Vax was disappointed that he didn’t get the killing blow on Hotis, and Liam points out that the only kill that had any emotional meaning for Vax personally was Thordak–other than that, it’s all about the team.
  • At one point, Tova was down to 15 HP. Travis: “We’re not very good at tracking how low everybody gets.” Noelle: “…no. No, you’re not.”
  • Sam, summing up an extended D&D legal discussion: “I’m not sure that contract would’ve been legal in the state of California.”
  • Losing Doty hasn’t sunk in yet for Taryon. “Doty is a big brother, a mom, a little brother…”
  • New episode of All Work No Play (Sam and Liam’s podcast) is going up tomorrow! Sam: “It’s really not our best episode.” Liam: “That’s ludicrous, it’s the best.”
  • Tova’s friends all had names and a bit of connection pre-built with Tova’s backstory.
  • Vax thinks Tary has potential but lacks confidence. Grog, in the middle of the fight, kept seeing him huddled in a ball casting Sanctuary and thinking “…fucking Tary.” 
  • Travis: “Especially now that you don’t have a nanny anymore, Grog’s gonna have to step in and take that role.” Sam: “Honestly, I’m not even sure Taryon can put on his own armor.”
  • Noelle felt like it was a necessary character choice for Tova to stay behind, and also thinks that she’s so driven that a lot of hell’s torture wouldn’t really sink in as long as she still had a sense of duty and purpose. The biggest thing that would be an impediment to her survival would be finding out that her friends had been killed. Wanting to return Vax’s ring would also be a driving force that could keep her going.
  • Vax worked for the Clasp for a while and got into the attitude of doing jobs without fully understanding why, so he’s not too worried about tracking down the anonymous person who requested the rakshasa parts at the Slayer’s Take–as far as he’s concerned, it’s over.
  • Everyone talks about how right up-his-alley the contract is for Percy. Brian: “If Taliesin summoned an army of the damned in real life, that would be the least surprising thing Taliesin has ever done.”
  • Liam: “The lawyer on the other side might argue that [Doty] is less of a party member and more of a Zune.” Sam: “Shut your mouth! He is not a Zune. He’s a Palm Pilot or better.”
  • Noelle: “I think things went pretty well. I killed a pit fiend, I turned into an invisible bear, I airplaned Vax around.” Brian: “You pushed Keyleth out a window.” Noelle: “I did do that.”
  • Sam on Doty: “I’m unreasonably attached to that robot, he’s pretty great. He’s a cutie.”
  • Travis suggests that Grog could take over writing Tary’s exploits, since he knows two letters now.
  • Liam has no expectations for what’s going to happen in the next episode. No idea what’s gonna happen. Sam points out that there aren’t a lot of loose ends anymore.
  • Travis: “I kept asking how my stomach was feeling, to Matt, as one does in a D&D game. If I shit an imp, we’ll know.”

Talks Machine in the Dark:

  • Travis mentions the K’varn fight as the first time he really felt like things were getting terribly out-of-hand. Liam and Sam both mention getting stuck inside the dragon.
  • Noelle, as a writer, likes the narrative ambiguity of Schrodinger’s Tova and thought that, either way, it was a cool way to go out.
  • My new favorite question: “Does Grog know Minxie is Keyleth?” Travis has to answer that, unfortunately, Grog is fully aware that they’re the same because he was the one who named her back in the home game.
  • Liam thinks the only option if Keyleth had failed that roll would be for Percy to invoke the contract. Travis also brings up the Deck.
  • Noelle tells amazing stories about the graphic novel bible she had growing up. “I’m pretty sure Jezebel isn’t supposed to be your favorite character in the bible, but she had amazing eyeshadow…”
  • Liam tells Travis that next campaign, they’re gonna have to be the note-takers to pay Marisha back for this one. Travis: “I’m gonna have to learn how to write.”
  • Vax will finally stop wearing the armor all the time now that Hotis is out of the picture. “Don’t need to worry about Mercer shanking me in my most intimate moments.”

Originally posted by wkom

Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: Could you do jeff x reader where they’ve been best friends since they were kids but she’s dating Monty and jeff hates him but doesn’t wanna let her know, so they kinda drifted slightly, then something happens n Monty and her break up and jeff kisses her in the heat of the moment at a party in the middle of everyone
Word Count: 2,023
A/N: Not even going to lie, spent all day on this one! I’m really trying my hardest to get an imagine out a day and it’s so much work lol. Hopefully this is a good one, I have a few other requests I’m going to be working on so if you’ve requested something hang tight please! I’m trying my hardest to get everything out. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally had to retype this like five times. I hope you all like this one, enjoy! :)
Warnings: None
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Italicized Bold = Monty

           You and your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz, walked down the Liberty High hallway hand in hand. To you, it was a perfect relationship. You’d always thought that both of you complimented each other perfectly, and frankly you knew you had changed him. Despite what others said about Monty, he was different. Sure, he had slight anger issues, but he could control them. The biggest thing he had learned during your relationship was self control and you were so proud of him. Both of you stopped when you reached your locker, you’d let Monty push you up against the metal and lean in for a deep, passionate kiss. It didn’t bother you that other people were watching, Monty loved showing you off to others so you were used to it. When he pulled away, both of you were out of breath and you smiled. “You know I’m hanging out with Jeff today, right?” His body became tense as he nodded. You knew he didn’t really approve of you spending one on one time with another guy, but Jeff Atkins was your childhood friend and you needed to make time for him too. “Well, he’s coming. We’re going to hang out now babe,” you giggled looking at him. He whined before giving you one last peck on the lips, “Have fun, I’ll call you later okay?” “Okay, love you!” “Love you too.” He walked away just as Jeff had gotten to your locker, you could see them give each some sort of glare, but you just shrugged it off. “Hey Jeff, how are you?” you stood up in front of your locker, grinning up at him. His face started to relax when he looked at you, and you were glad you couldn’t feel any negative tension. “I’m better, now.” You laughed and tugged on his jacket, “You ready?” He followed you out and you both of you started to walk to your house. “So….I was thinking and I can to the conclusion that we should watch something scary tonight, I’m in the mood.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Jeff laughed. “I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate you cuddling under me, even if it is because you’re scared.” Gasping, you put a hand over your chest, “How dare you underestimate me! I’ll prove to you I’m not a scaredy-cat!” He shook his head, chuckling at your cuteness. Picking you up, he threw you over his shoulder, “Whatever you say princess.” The nickname he gave you stuck with you throughout your childhood, so it didn’t bother you. You kicked your legs and yelled, “Jeff put me down!” Looking around you, it was obvious people thought you guys were a couple. You decided a long time ago that you wouldn’t let things like this bother you because you loved Monty and he knew that, and that’s really all that mattered.
           When the two of you had reached your house, Jeff put you down so that you could open the door. You guys walked in and he immediately laid down on the couch. “It’s been awhile since we’ve been able to hang out. We’re drifting don’t you think?” “Everything happens for a reason.” You eyed him suspiciously, confused about what he was getting at. “What are you trying to say?” “Nothing, what do you want for dinner?” Walking over to the drawer, you pulled out a menu for your favorite Japanese restaurant. You had decided to forget about what he had said earlier but you knew it would bother you. “I think we should order sushi, trust me, you’ll love it.” he gave you a thumbs up, taking the menu to browse his options. “I’m paying!” You both shouted in unison, and you giggled. “Split the bill?” You asked, but of course he denied. Jeff always ended paying for the food. He never let you pay, and at times it made you feel bad. But on the other hand, it made you smile that he insisted on being the gentleman.
Later on, when you both had finished eating, you let Jeff pick out a movie for you two to watch. He picked out a scary movie, as you requested, called ‘The Strangers.’ You were almost positive that you would get scared, but you were determined to prove Jeff wrong. That was definitely easier said than done. Not even halfway into the movie you were shaking, and hiding behind Jeff. He laughed and offered to hold you but you refused saying that you weren’t scared. As soon as the movie was over, you got up to turn the lights on. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” “I knew you’d be scared.” You shook your head while walking back over to him, “It’s late we should get to bed.” “Alright, I’ll take the couch.” Pouting you looked at him, “You can’t make me sleep alone, in the dark.” “Why? You scared?” He smirked, thinking the situation was funny.  “Shut up and hold me.”
           The next morning you woke up with your limbs tangled with Jeff’s. It was weird because you were used to feeling Monty’s body against you. He had a tight grip around your waist and it took a while before he let you get up. He groaned at the lost of contact and you giggled looking at him. “Mom made pancakes; I’ll race you to the kitchen!” You got a head start as he jumped off the couch and ran after you.
           Sunday night approached way too quickly and already Jeff was on his way out of the door. He had stayed at your house for the whole entire weekend. It wasn’t weird at all considering you guys were childhood friends and your parents loved him. They thought it was a good thing that you had put aside time to spend with your best friend. You stepped towards him, giving him a big hug before he left. “I’ve missed you, you know. I’m glad we got to spend time together. Stop being a stranger!” “I won’t, I promise. See you tomorrow.” You waved at him as he left to go home, “See you tomorrow!”
           To say this week had been hard was an understatement. Everything had seemed to be going downhill for you and you were really hitting rock bottom. Your grades were slipping, teachers kept on piling up the homework and not to mention Jeff won’t even look at you anymore. After the weekend you both spent together, you thought he would’ve kept his promise to you. It was weird because you’ve tried all week, but he just wouldn’t talk to you. You had no idea what had happened, because everything was fine when he left your house on Sunday, but now he won’t even give you the time of day. You missed him, you missed your best friend more than ever. The two of you had grown even more distant now, and you had no idea why. 
Staring back at the homework in your lap, you groaned. Sitting on the bleachers, you watched Monty’s baseball practice. He persuaded you to come, but you were tired and ready to go home. You occupied the rest of your time by playing on your phone. Time went by fast, and before you know it, it was time to go. Quickly you packed your stuff and met Monty at the bottom of the bleachers. You leaned in for a kiss, but he leaned back almost instantly. “We need to talk.” Your heart dropped and you played with the hem of your shirt, something you did often when you were nervous. “I think we should break up.” You were confused on where this was coming from. Yes, it was true your relationship wasn’t at its best right now, but it wasn’t burning either. “Why? I thought…I thought we were in a good place.” “I just…I don’t want to be with you anymore. We can still be friends though.” He gave you the fakest smile before turning and exiting the gym. “W-wait!” You called out for him but he kept walking, not bothering to turn around. You stared at the ground for a few minutes before leaving. The guys who had witnessed the breakup tried asking if you were okay, but you ignored them.
           When you got home, you slammed your door and leaned against it. It seemed like nothing would ever get better for you. Things were turning out worse than expected, and you didn’t know how to deal with them. You needed some type of escape from it all, and you decided Jessica’s party would be perfect. The party was tonight, and at first you decided against going, but you thought it would be an event that would help you get over Monty. Even though you knew he’d be there, as long as he didn’t try to talk to you, everything would be fine. Picking out one of your favorite black dresses, you set it out on your bed and went to shower. You did your hair and makeup before getting dressed, and then walked out of the door. Your parents didn’t really mind that you went to parties, as long as you took care of yourself. The first person you saw when you walked in was Jessica. You tried avoiding her, knowing she would ask about Monty, but seeing her was probably inevitable. “(Y/N)! You made it! Why didn’t you come with Monty?” “He didn’t tell you?” She shook her head, and started to look concern. “We um, we broke up.” She gasped, before a look of anger crossed her face. “It’s fine really, I just want to have a good time.” You smiled and she patted you on the back. She sent off to find Justin and you went to sit on the couch. You sat there with a cup of beer in your hand, not really wanting to talk to anyone. It was disappointing because you were supposed to feel better, but seeing all these people together just made you want to leave. The spot on the couch next to you dipped, and you looked to the side seeing Jeff. You sucked in a breath, and continued to stay silent. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You snickered before answering the question, “Shitty. My grades are slipping, Monty broke up with me and I’m surprised you’re even talking to me because you’ve been ignoring me all week.” He looked deep in thought, searching for the right words to say. You got up, deciding that you needed another drink. “Excuse me,” you said, having to walk through a game of 'suck and blow.’ Before reaching the other side, you felt someone grab your arm. You turned around and they swiftly captured your lips in a kiss. You heard people cheering in the background and relaxed into the kiss knowing it was Jeff. When he pulled away you just stared at him, “Jeff, not that I’m complaining, but why did you-” “I love you.” Shocked by his words, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty room. Before you could even say anything, he spoke, “I’m just going to be honest, I hate Monty and the reason we’ve been getting distant is because you’ve been with him. I know it’s bad but I’ve loved you ever since we became friends and I hate the fact that he got to you first.” You knew that you felt something with Jeff, but you weren’t exactly sure if you were ready. Your heart was beating and you started to feel nervous. As much as you did not want to turn him down, you knew that you had to do it. “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I do love you Jeff. I really, really do it’s just…Monty broke up with me today, it’s hard to just bounce back so quick.” Tears ran down your cheeks but he wiped them away. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m going to be here when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait for you.” You smiled while leaning in to hug him. “I love you Jeff.” “I love you too (Y/N).”


Chapter 2 - The not so long trek to Naamche.

I woke up at 5am but breakfast wasn’t until 7am so I stayed snuggled up. 12 hours in bed. Believe me, it’s not all hardcore hiking. My throat aches, the cold I’d felt coming on yesterday is well and truly here. My muscles ache more than I expected.The beginning of the day was easy enough, I hit a crossroads and ascended up the better trodden path. But as I climbed higher and higher not running into any other trekkers I began to wonder if I’d taken the wrong path. I had to ascend 700m today. I didn’t want to walk up, make a mistake and then have to do it all over again.
Right when I was ready to turn back and find someone to ask for directions an Australian and english lad walked past and assured me I was on the right track. The english lad stressed to me “Go slow! Go super slow!” He was suffering altitude sickness, he’d ascended too fast, his heart was racing and it felt like his brain was pressing into his left eye. He’d been feeling terrible for days but was used to the pain. He’d wanted to evacuate but he’d made a mistake with his insurance and was instead self evacuating. (Don’t worry, my insurance covered me. Thankfully as I almost used it…keep reading to find out WHY!) I assured him i’d take my time and I took a step. “TOO FAST” They both yelled, making me jump. We all had a hearty laugh and then I went on my merry way. I would have enjoyed trekking with them I thought to myself as I continued alone.
The blogs and fellow hikers all told me the hike to Naamche was one of the worst parts of the trek. (I agree based on the dust and the sheer amount of yak pee you have to step over…it STINKS worse than any stench you could imagine)
Yet another steep ascent. My guesthouse told me it would take 3 - 4 hours to get up. Luckily I was quite aware I was hiking up a steep mountain and was expecting some horrific ascents, so this didn’t come as too much of a shock. What did shock me was that I discovered i’d hiked up in 2.5 hours. The whole way up i’d been berating myself. You’ve hiked annapurna Lou, you should be faster than this! Turns out I was.

Note: The best way to train for a hike up Everest is to hike another, equally high and difficult himalayan Mountain. I recommend the Annapurna circuit.
Note: At 3400m and i’m not feeling the altitude or the cold too drastically. So different to Manang in Annapurna.
Revised note: Ignore what I wrote earlier. I feel like I’m dying.
Yet another note: STOP EATING YOUR DATES!


Acclimatisation day in Naamche.
Oh what torture.
Last night I fell asleep thinking ‘i’m going to be strong enough to stay up all night at base camp and get an epic time-lapse. I’m so strong and capable. How exciting.’
The new day dawned and instantly quashed that ridiculous notion. I felt horrific. Blocked nose, my coughing my throat raw, so hard I almost vomitted (will i ever stop posting about the disgustingness of my body online? Probably not.)
Still telling myself I’m a strong capable woman, I got up and was going to attempt a 3 hour acclimatisation hike. After breakfast I got back in to bed.
“Just for a moment, just a quick nap to re-energise”
30 minutes later I stood up and got into my hiking gear, finished tying my shoes. Stood up. Sat back down, took my shoes off. Paused, berating myself. Put them back on. Took them off, finally admitted defeat and jumped back into bed where I proceeded to stay for the rest of the day. Feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I spent the entire day wondering if i’d make it up to base camp. Weakling! Failure! The usual negative self talk.

I knew it was just my tired, sick brain that was in dire need of a hug and chose to ignore it. Just as I reached the height of my tirade I looked out the window and noticed the clouds had disappeared and I had a clear view of the worlds giant peaks just across the valley. So close I felt like if I leaned out of the window I could touch them.
I aired out my sick room and the crisp mountain air worked it’s magic, taking away the feelings of despair i’d been laying with all day.

Edgedancer Chapter 19

“I failed weeks ago,” Nale said. “I knew it then. Oh, God. God the Almighty. It has returned!”
“I’m sorry,” Lift said.
He looked to her, face lit red by the continuous lightning, tears mixing with the rain.
“You actually are,” he said, then felt at his face. “I wasn’t always like this. I am getting worse, aren’t I? It’s true.”
“I don’t know,” Lift said. And then, by instinct, she did something she would never have thought possible.
She hugged Darkness.
He clung to her, this monster, this callous thing that had once been a Herald. He clung to her and wept in the storm.

That scene! Actually this is for the emoji challenge, but it turns out to be far more emotional than I once expected. So there =)

anonymous asked:

Scenario about Bakusquad make a bet with bakugou if he can make the girl fall in love with him. Bakugou and his new girlfriend actually got along. Bakugou didn't plan to fall in love with her and getting so deep in the relationship. His girlfriend woke up early to get something to eat and overhears the bakusquad talking about the bet. How would Bakugou react for her to finding out? Angst ending please~

Oh, boy, angsty request? Yes, please.

It had started as a bet, though it wasn’t just a bet anymore. He had just wanted his friends to shut up. He was the only one of them that didn’t have a significant other, the bet was that because he was such an aggressive, disagreeable person, he couldn’t make someone fall in love with him. He’d accepted the bet, he was going to make someone fall in love with him, one girl in particular that his friends had decided on. She was alright, he had thought, there were worse people to get stuck with, even for a stupid bet. This was fine. He could do it.

And, he did. While in the process of trying to trick her into falling for him, he had ended up falling head over heels for her instead, a lot harder than he’d expected. It was evident to the rest of the Baku Squad, after they started dating, that Katsuki Bakugou was in deep. Probably deeper than his girlfriend was at that point, and everyone figured that it had turned out for the best.

“Man, I can’t believe it’s already been a month!” Mina said to Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta as they grabbed breakfast in the kitchen.

Katsuki’s girlfriend happened to be coming to the kitchen to eat breakfast, but she stopped when she heard her boyfriend’s friends talking.

“It was just a bet, and he just threw himself head first into it,” Hanta remarked, “Sometimes I wonder if he’s actually that lovey, or if he’s just putting on a good show.”

What were they talking about? A bet? A month? She began to put the pieces together; she and Katsuki had been dating for a month, which meant that what they were talking about was their relationship, and lovey… That had to be Katsuki they were talking about, everyone else in the Baku Squad were approachable friendly people, why would anyone be surprised about any of them but Katsuki being lovey?

“It’s real,” Eijiro insisted, “But, it is kinda crazy to think he went into this thinking he could get away without actually developing feelings for her… Kinda cruel, actually.”

Oh, yeah, they were definitely talking about her and Katsuki.

It’s kinda crazy to think he went into this thinking he could get away without actually developing feelings for her.

Eijiro’s words echoed in her head as they continued to discuss the relationship between her and Katsuki, though she couldn’t hear the rest of it. Of course, if she’d been listening, she would have heard them talking about how happy they were that everything had worked out for the two of them, and that Katsuki actually had someone who loved him, and that he genuinely loved in return. But, it had just been a bet. Their whole relationship was founded on a bet between him and his friends.

“What are you standing there for?” Katsuki asked, seeing his girlfriend paused by the kitchen door.

She took a sharp breath, the sound of his voice bringing her back into the present moment.

“Are you alright?” Katsuki asked, concerned when she didn’t respond, or even turn to look at him, “Babe, is something—”

He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, but she smacked his hand away and looked up at him, starting to cry.

“You’re an asshole!” She shouted, startling him and the rest of his friends in the kitchen, “You don’t even really like me, do you?!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Katsuki asked, his confusion evident on his face, “Of course I like you.”

“Is this some sort of joke to you? My feelings?” She demanded.

Shit.” Katsuki heard Denki say from inside the kitchen.

“Motherfucker…” Katsuki growled, looking into the kitchen and glaring at his friends.

“I’m taking it by that reaction that I wasn’t supposed to know,” She said quietly, her tone dripping with ache.

“No, I do,” Katsuki replied, turning his attention back to her, his chest feeling tight, “I do like you, now, I really do.”

Now?!” She asked, “Great, so at some point you were just messing around with me because your friends told you to?!”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say in response to that. Yeah, it had started as a bet, and yeah, he had gone into it having absolutely no feelings for this girl, putting on quite the act to get her attention, but now it was different. Now he adored her, and he really liked being with her. And it was falling apart, all because of his stupid friends, who had been the ones to make him do it in the first place… Except, no one made him do anything, and he knew it. He was the one who had done it, of his own free will, no one had forced him to do it.

“I hate you!” She shouted, snapping Katsuki out of his thoughts.

“Okay.” Katsuki replied blankly, just looking down at her, “That’s fair.”

Okay? Really? That’s all you have to say?!” She asked, astounded by the glazed over look in his eyes, “Well, thanks for that, Bakugou.”

She smacked her shoulder hard into his arm as she walked past, causing him to let out a groan of pain as she headed to the elevator. She was crying, it was bad, and he had just made it worse. He had no idea what to do. Apologizing wasn’t going to do any good, he thought, so he let her go back up to her room.

“Bakugou, we’re sorry, we didn’t know she was there!” Mina said.

“You just had to talk about that in a place where she could show up at any moment…” Katsuki hissed, his palms starting to smoke, “I don’t want any of you assrags talking to me again. Fuck all of you.”

Katsuki turned and headed towards the elevator to go up to his own room, and his friends watched, all feeling overwhelmed with guilt; they’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

He didn’t go straight to his room, he stopped by her room to try and get her to talk to him. He wasn’t thinking straight, but he had enough sense in him to at least try to tell her that he was sorry for his friends being idiots. That was sensible, right?

“Babe, open the door.” Katsuki said, pounding on the door, “Look, I’m sorry, can we talk about this?”

“Go away!” She shouted from inside her room.

“I know you’re pissed, but we need to talk about this, because it’s not as simple as you think it is!” Katsuki responded, trying to open the door only to find that it was locked, “Fuck, come on, please open the door!”

“I hate you, go away! You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!” She snapped.

It felt true to her in that moment, but she knew that wasn’t really the truth. She was hurt, she was lashing out.

“I wish that I could never have to see you again!” She yelled, holding tightly onto her pillow.

You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. I wish that I could never have to see you again.

The weight of those words was enormous. Katsuki already had doubts about himself being someone that anyone could ever deal with, but hearing the one person he’d allowed himself to become attached to saying that, though he knew it was perfectly reasonable under the circumstances, absolutely fucking sucked

“Well, if that’s how you really feel, I guess I’ll go.” Katsuki said, his throat starting to close up a bit and his eyes starting to sting.

His body felt hot and extremely cold at the same time, every movement he took felt unbearably laborious. He began to have trouble breathing, and tears began to force themselves out of his eyes as he reached his room. He threw the door open, dashed inside, kicked the door shut, and then fell onto his floor, breaking down completely in the safety of his own space.

He cried so hard he began to hyperventilate and dry heave, feeling absolutely sick. What the hell was wrong with him, crying like that? His own humiliation at his reaction to the situation made him feel worse, and cry harder. He was beside himself. He cried himself into a fainting episode, blacking out slumped up against the door into his room.

When he came to, he’d missed a bunch of calls from his friends, and several texts from his girlfriend, who was now his ex-girlfriend. After reading through all the texts he’d gotten, starting to cry again after reading what she had sent him, he nearly crushed his phone, he was devastated. His hand were shaking as he dialed his mother’s cell phone number, and as he held the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone.

“Katsuki? Are you alright?” His mother’s voice greeted him a few seconds later.

“No.” Katsuki answered, his voice breaking.

“What’s wrong, Kid?” She asked, startled to hear him like that.

“I fucked up, Mom.” Katsuki said, having trouble breathing again, “Can you come get me?”

“What did you do?” She asked, “Are you hurt? Did you hurt someone else?”

“Both.” Katsuki answered, “Not physically, anyway, but like…”

He whimpered, and his mom knew. She knew what was wrong.

“I’ll be there in half an hour. Get yourself together enough to get out of the dorm, okay?” She said, “It’s gonna be okay, Katsuki, we’ll talk about it when I get there.”

“Okay…” Katsuki mumbled, trying to stop himself from sounding so stupid.

This is bullshit, fuck.


Like the absolute dork he is Kurogane throws Fai’s whistling back in his face. Because he’s hurt. Fai won’t talk to him about this, and it stings him.

Fai won’t talk to him about anything concerning himself - and after they’ve come so far, after everything they’ve gone through together, I think Kurogane expected more. Especially after being caught out in the most obvious way humanly possible.

And it’s specifically worse than it’s ever been before, because Kurogane could always tell he was lying. He was always the one observing Fai’s and watching him flinch when other people weren’t watching and frowning at every lie that passed his lips, but after literally using magic in front of all of them Fai still denies him the truth, and Kurogane just doesn’t get it.

So he turns to the evidence he’s kept in his mind and lays it out between them. He turns to Koryo, which was a thousand years ago, and still has the exact words Fai said engraved in his memory. (which is incredible on its own, because I can’t remember what I myself said five minutes ago, but Kurogane knows what Fai said word for word, because it was a piece of truth. How many times has Kurogane lingered over those words in his mind. How many times has he repeated them to himself, trying to figure out what Fai meant.)

But he wants an answer, and all Fai is giving him is his clueless facade in the most disappointingly effortless deflection either of them have ever seen from him. So Kurogane takes the evidence he’s been holding to himself for over a year, possibly years, and finally confronts him with it.

And in the most typical Fai fashion, he falls back on his emergency cure-all. He jokes.

More specifically he uses the joke that has never failed to anger Kurogane in the past. He uses it as his final escape attempt. He uses it because he has nothing left. But it doesn’t work, because of course it doesn’t. This isn’t one of those moments.

Fai knows that already. He knows it only works when the kids are awake and they’re in public and it’s embarrassing, but they’re alone now, and he’s panicking, because he has no defences in front of this man.

And KUROGANE’S FACE in response is just incredible because he’s actually taken aback. Fai has shocked him into momentary silence because what is wrong with him.

AND FAI BEGS. Jokingly, of course, always jokingly, but he needs this façade between them. He needs it.

So Kurogane drops the stoic line. He drops the “Well it’s not my business line” and IT’S FUCKING GOLDEN BECAUSE FAI SEIZES IT.

FAI RETREATS BACK INTO HIS FALSE SMILE AND IS SATISFIED WITH THE END OF THE CONVERSATION BECAUSE IT MEANS HE ESCAPED ONE MORE TIME - even though, inwardly, there is a crack spidering through his heart because part of him is disappointed. He would never admit this, even to himself, but his “That’s just like you” is a confirmation that he’s read Kurogane correctly, and that Kurogane isn’t as concerned with Fai’s truth as Fai kind of wants him to be.

But he’s wrong. That isn’t just like Kurogane – or at least, it used to be. It was just like the old Kurogane, not the new one.


He denies Fai the stoic route.

But it’s the most glorious thing, because he doesn’t just say “that’s not going to work”, he does a Fai and actually SAYS THE WORDS Fai wants to hear, waits for him to react, and then yanks the floor out from beneath him. He’s getting to the bottom of this, and he’s doing it now.

He’s taken Fai’s last shred of defence away from him.


I’m gonna have to split this into several posts though because THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

Fake Relationship Masterlist


Impostor Syndrome by renaissance

Summary:  At some point, most people with a childhood crush will imagine meeting their idol, and might even pretend that they’re dating. This is the story of how Yuuri Katsuki meets his childhood crush, and how they pretend that they’re dating.

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie by Recesskup

Summary:  Yuuri is not outgoing. That’s why when Phichit supplies Viktor as his fake boyfriend he’s bringing home for Christmas he nearly dies on the spot. And in all Honesty, he’s not quite sure how he managed to convince Viktor Nikiforov to play the role of his pretend boyfriend. And he’s even more at a loss for words when he remembers he has to go along with this for two weeks.

Mine by JMonCheri 

Summary:  Wherein famous actors Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are forced to fake a relationship for mere reasons such as fame, money, and for teenage girls to make thesis long rants about them on Tumblr. A pact is made, then things snowball into a complete mess, and ya’ll already get the idea where this is going…

never could be sweeter than with you bynihonlove

Summary:  Back in highschool, Yuuri Katsuki was basically every stereotype of an unpopular nerd rolled into one. Since then, he likes to think his life has improved in miles. But when an invitation to his highschool reunion arrives, it forces him to take a longer look at his life and his relationships. Particularly with one certain friend he’s been in love with for years and who now wants to help Yuuri through his reunion by pretending to be his boyfriend…

no chandelier or spotlight (see you better lit) bydrowsycyborg

Summary: the one in Viktor is an actor and Yuuri is his no-name writer friend and they pretend to date.

The nostalgic feeling of the familiar by myoue

Summary: Yuuri’s the one who suggested being fake engaged in the first place, tugging Victor along on such a convoluted plan at the start of cherry blossom season.“So, I brought him as promised. My boyfriend.”Victor’s hand jerks. “What?”“My fiancé, actually,” Yuuri talks swiftly over him.Victor’s hand jerks again, nearly spilling tea over the sides of his cup.

Playing Pretend by LoopyLiesey

Summary:  After winning the Onsen on Ice competition, Yuuri is confused when Viktor comes to him with a proposition. But pretending to be in love with Viktor Nikiforov isn’t difficult for Yuuri.

Rent A Date! by Y3Melisa

Summary: Yuuri ‘rents’ a fake boyfriend to bring home so that Minako-sensei will stop trying to hook him up with her ballet class students. Victor, the most popular bachelor on the site, gets chosen.
Cue A LOT of sexual tension and tiny bit of angst…

Unexpected Turn of Events. by IllyasJames

Summary: Being left alone in a bar/restaurant/club because Phichit can’t make it is worse enough, but when Yuuri sees the group of fellow students that try to get to him he takes a drastic measure.So when the one he asks for help turns out a bit more than expected he can only blame himself.


I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight. byHotarunokimi

Summary: Yuri scoffed and kicked the ground, groaning in frustration. “Could you possibly take me away?”“Define away…” Otabek murmured and pushed off the wall, running a hand through his hair.“I think you know exactly what I mean, Otabek.”Five minutes later, Yuri was on the back of a motorcycle and hugging Otabek’s waist as he was driven away from the city. It was exhilarating, feeling the wind whip his blazer and his hair fly free from its stuffy ponytail. He could feel his status slip away, the need to be upstanding depart, and the confused adult becomes a clear minded dreamer.

New Faces, New Hitches by katabulo, Muspell

Summary:  There was a new guy at school who also happened to be a figure skater. Leo wanted to make him feel welcome.
Otabek would much rather be left alone. However, much to his displeasure, compromises will have to be made.

Play Date by PastaAndVeggies

Summary: Tired of his “parents” pestering, Yuri finally snapped- “Yes! We’re dating! Now please stop pestering me about it!” … time passed and with Victor’s track record of “forgotten promises” Yuri thought it’d be safe to assume that the older man wouldn’t remember his “little” white lie and so Yuri promptly forgot all about it… unfortunately, Victor did not…Now, almost half a year later, Victor is on the phone with two invitations to a cruise, great news and even greater expectations for Yuri and Otabek… unfortunately, Otabek has no idea what has been said and now it’s up to Yuri to somehow make this work…

Sparks Fly by scorbusjamesteddy

Summary: Melanie Baker, one of the most homophobic people on Campus, has a crush on Otabek, and of course the only way to make something good out of the situation is that Otabek gets a boyfriend to annoy Melanie. And of course, Yuri can’t let a situation like this go to waist.Or: The one where Otabek and Yuri pretend to be dating to annoy a homophobic girl.


cause he looks like a riot by sleepynir

Summary:  Leo eggs the wrong house, is a wronged boyfriend, and kind of maybe meets the right person.

we can go halfers on the consequence bysleepynir

Summary:  Desperate to get the too-dense Leo to notice him, Guanghong agrees to a fake relationship with Phichit to make him jealous - so why’s Seunggil the one acting so weird? A tale of romantic incompetence, cultural confusion, and Asians being allergic to feelings.


How to Bag a Man in 7 Days (As Told By Jean-Jacques Leroy) by donut_puncher

Summary: There was an awkward silence as Yuri slowly filled with dread, fearing what JJ was suggesting. “No,” He said quietly. “No. This isn’t going to be one of those situations where we pretend to be dating, is it?”JJ beamed. “This is EXACTLY one of those situations!“

Phichit/Seung Gil

Dreams Are Hard To Come By byFreakyBubble

Summary: “I’m an idiot.”
“I got that, yeah.”
“No, really. I mean it. I’m the biggest idiot there is on planet earth.”
“Again, yeah. I’ve gathered that in the half past hour of you repeating that one fucking phrase. Get over it Seung-Gil.”When Seung-Gil and Phichit do something similary stupid at about the same time they find themselves required to start a fake relationship. Of course chaos ensues with Yuuri’s and Viktor’s wedding coming up, Yuri having a gay crisis and the fake dating not being as fake as it should be.

Hospitals (Spencer Reid)

A/N: it is 4 am and i need sleep but i was inspired to write this. Now its bed time.

Word count: 1,995

It was another hard case. Spencer was gone for almost two weeks. In the end, it boiled down to nothing, the unsub escaped, and there were no more leads. It was as if he fell off the face of the earth. So when the team returned, you eagerly waited for spencer to call, saying he was on his way home. You knew he like to finish his paperwork immediately after a case, even though all the facts would stay in his head forever. After 3 hours of not even a text, you were beginning to worry. Just as you reached for your phone to call him, it rang. Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Rossi, and you figured it was Spencer on the other side of the line. He frequently forgot to charge his phone on cases.

“Hello,” you said as you picked up the phone.

“(Y/N), it’s Rossi,” the voice said frazzled, ”I need you to come down to the hospital near your house”.

Immediately you panicked, “What happened David?” you tried to say without your voice wavering, but you failed.

“Its Spencer, he’s been shot”.

You immediately hung up the phone, threw on a pair of shoes and a jacket, and ran out to the car. You floored it down the street, and drove to the hospital about seven miles away. Your nails tapped the steering wheel to the beat of Spencer’s heart, a beat you remember from your hours of laying in bed aimlessly cuddling.

You got to the hospital in about ten minutes, doing well over the speed limit. You run into the emergency room, to the front desk, frantically begging to see him.

“All i need to do is see my fiance, please miss,” you begged

“I’m sorry ma’am,” the nurse started, “Dr. Reid is currently in surgery. He’ll be out in a few hours and I’ll be sure to let you know when he is”.

You couldn’t really form words, you just stood there with tear stained cheeks. It wasn’t until a set of hands wrapped around your shoulder. You jumped, not expecting someone to touch you, and turned around, seeing J.J.. Her face was splotchy from crying, her best friend was shot.

You still stood still, in shock. Maybe in your subconscious you were thinking that since you didn’t see the team when you came in it was all a sick joke. Looking past her shoulder, you spot the rest of the team with the same teared up eyes you had, and you knew it was real.

J.J. pulled you into a hug, and for the first time since talking to the nurse, you gave a reaction. You started to cry, more like sob, into the blonde’s shoulder, no doubt staining her shirt with your tears. As she tries to comfort you, you couldn’t help but feel like this is how she treats her children when they get hurt. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered, squeezing you tightly. “he’ll be okay”.

“I know,” you said, between sobs, “Spence is a fighter.”

You knew he was, this was the third time in the last two years that you’ve been in this situation. Two years ago, he tried to trade himself for a victim, which resulted in a bullet going cleanly through his shoulder. The second time, he was shot through his kevlar, the bullet cut through it like a knife. It got him good in the stomach, but he recovered after a few weeks.

But he hasn’t been hurt this bad in a long time. Not since Tobias Hankel, and maybe the anthrax case. Now his life is on the line again, and to be honest, you didn’t know if you could handle this again. One time was already too many, but in the 7 years you’ve known him, he’s taken more risks than you have bones in your body.

You pulled away from J.J., and asked her and Derek to follow you to one of the conference rooms. You needed to know what exactly happened. And dso they told you.

The unsub disappeared for a few days, and never resurfaced. All the leads were dead ends, and in the end, they had to leave to case cold, and hoped that he might resurface in a nonviolent way. Spencer was the first to walk out the doors of Quantico, when all of a sudden a gunshot rang out. It was the unsub from the case. The only reason they figured that out was when he was holding the gun to spencer’s head, he confessed to everything. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Hotch shot him from behind, killing the unsub. Spencer collapsed, and lost a lot of blood,and was rushed to the hospital right then and there.

By the end of the story, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Derek noticed, and got you a drink of water from another room. When he was gone, you told J.J. how you felt.

“J.J., I don’t know if i can do this anymore,” I said, tears welling again.

Her eyes widened at my statement, as Morgan came back into the room. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t think i can be with the spencer anymore,” you let out, and she gasped.

“Don’t say that, Spencer is a good guy, you love him and he loves you,” Derek said.

“I know, and I do, but i don’t think i can handle the stress and the anxiety I get every time he walks out that door. It’s really getting to me”.

“You don’t think Will or Savannah freak out when one of us leave?” derek retorted, “It’s a hard job, and it’s even harder on those surrounding us, but you knew what you signed up for when you started dating. You can’t go doubting him now, not when he needs you”.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, no one was seeing why you were so frantic about it. “I’m pregnant” you blurted out. There was a pregnant pause as looks of shock encompass your friends faces. “I’m pregnant, and I’m so scared that one day he’s going to walk out that door and not come back. Or he’s going to be admitted to the hospital and not make it off the table. I’m scared that I’m going to have to raise or child alone, and every time I look at them, all I see is him looking back”. By the end of your speech, you were sobbing again, but this time you weren’t holding anything back. The big secret youve been keeping for two months was finally out.

“What’s worse,” you finished, “is that you guys know before Spencer does”.

It was quiet for a while. You knew they understood your fear, so they didn’t try to convince you that your fear was unfounded. You guys just sat in the conference room for about fifteen minutes, before a nurse came in.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), Dr. Reid is out of surgery. He’s been asking for you,” she said, “If you’ll follow me, I can escort you to him”. You shot out the seat, telling both her and your friends thank you, and then followed after her.

He was in the ICU, due to the amount of blood he lost. “We will keep hi for the next two days, then he should be well enough to go home,” she said, but you didn’t respond, too anxious, “He recovered from surgery well, most wouldn’t awaken from the anesthesia for a few hours.” There were more twists and turns to his room, but she finally paused and turned to face you. “This is the room. Because he is in the ICU, he can only have three visitors at a time. I will let his team know that he is up and I’ll bring two of them down in about 15 minutes”. She finished with a smile, walking down the hallway back to the waiting area.

You turned, suddenly nervous. Pushing the door open, you expected to see worse than you did. He had an IV in his arm and a blood bag. You knew under his dressing gown he had a giant patch covering his gunshot wound. You finally made eye contact, and he was watching you with a smile.

“Hi honey” He rasped out.

You ran right to him, kissing him deeply. You went to wrap your arm around him, but you flinched when he winced in pain. Pulling back, you looked at him sadly.

“Hi Spence,” you said, tears in your eyes, “How are you feeling?”

You knew it was a dumb question, but spencer still went along with it.

“If i’m honest, I’ve been worse” He said,” But i wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone”

You laughed, it was almost ironic. He was going through the pain now you’d be going through in seven months, and he didn’t even realise it. He looked at you confused as to why you’re laughing.

“I feel like i say this too often for it to be effective, but don’t you ever scare me like that again”. You said, poking his cheek. He chuckled along with you.

“You know i don’t go looking for trouble, it always seems to find me”. He laughed.

After your laughs calm down, you knew you had to tell him. Now was best before everyone came in to see him.

“Spence, when you got shot, I was seriously doubting if i wanted to stay with you anymore,” you said honestly. He looked hurt and confused, muttering out a small why. You continued, “Every time you walk out our door, i get such bad anxiety, thinking you won’t come back through those doors. I fear days like today, when i’m sitting by your side in the hospital. J.J. and Morgan talked me out of making a decision during a tremulous time like now. But there was one big reason why i felt like we shouldn’t be together. Not for the sake of me or you,” You grabbed his hand lightly, and put it on your stomach, and Spencer’s eyes widened, “but for this little one”.

His eyes lit up in joy. He wanted to become a father ever since Henry was born, and his dream was coming true.

“Spencer, I love you. I’m sorry i doubted our relationship. I’m just scared that you won’t be there for her, or him, and you’ll be a stranger”. You knew the words hurt him, he didn’t want to be like his own father, but he needed to hear it. “I want you to be more active in their life. I want you here, not across the country. And I’m not saying that you can’t work there anymore. I’m just asking that you be here more, not just for me, but for them”.

You thought he might have fought you on this, but he agreed easily.

“(Y/N), you’re the love of my life, and I’ll do anything for you. I want to be more involved as well, and i will be. I’ll do more cases as a consultant. I’ll be here at least 3 nights a week.” he said, “I’ll try not to get shot” he said joking.

“Too soon,” you responded.

Just then a knock rang at the door. You expected it to be J.J and Derek, but to your surprise, it was the whole team, along with the nurse, now looking disgruntled.

“You all can’t stay here for a long time, I’m bending the rules extremely for this already.” She snapped before leaving.

The team talked for hours, you looked at Spencer, lip speaking ‘Should we tell them’? He nodded his head and cleared his throat.

“Attention everyone,” He started, “I know these last few days have been stressful, but (Y/N) and I have some exciting news to tell”. He nodded to you to continue.

“We’re pregnant!”

Friends With Benefits (Part 2)

(Part 1)

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Note: I have plans for a part 3 and possibly a part 4 if you guys want it, just let me know! 

Betty glanced up from the heavily pencil-marked notebook paper resting on the mahogany desk, the exasperated eye roll resting patiently behind her eyelids threatening to take over as she squinted at the scribbles and lines in front of her. 

“Jug,” Betty called to the leather jacket-less boy standing by the floor to ceiling window with a wooden pencil tucked behind his ear. “You have got to be kidding me.” 

“What?” He feigned innocence as he turned away from the view overlooking the courtyard and took a step closer to the golden-haired girl sitting hunched over one of the massive desks with a look of annoyance written all over her face. 

“I know you don’t expect me to read this chicken scratch,” Betty mumbled, shoving the paper in his direction and leaning back in the rolling chair with an irritated huff. 

“Bets, it’s been scientifically tested that brilliant people such as writers have significantly worse handwriting than most people in their age and gender demographic,” Jughead pointed out, placing the paper back in the center of the desk with a sense of pride overtaking his expression. “Don’t diss a literary genius for his hastily executed penmanship when he chooses to spend his time creating eloquently crafted stories instead of taking his time with his handwriting.”

“I’m pretty sure that test had numerous inconsistencies,” Betty teased, pushing herself out of the chair and taking a few steps closer to Jughead to place a delicate hand on his chest. “Besides, you’re just making excuses for how you can’t handle writing with plain old pen and paper instead of being in front of your laptop to get a story done.” 

“Oh really?” Jughead quirked an amused eyebrow down at her as she sidestepped his attempted embrace and hopped up to sit on the desk behind him in one swift motion. “If that’s the case, then maybe you should give me a handwriting lesson. Since you’re such a pro and all.” 

“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” Betty agreed, pushing him back with one hand as he attempted to close the gap between them. “And after that I’ll teach you how to reign in the egotistically asinine backtalk you’ve gotten so good at lately.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Jughead teased, reaching up to gently pry her hand from his chest and taking it in his grip. “Seems like you could learn a thing or two about that yourself.” 

“Is that right?” Betty raised a challenging eyebrow at him as he positioned himself between her legs dangling off the edge of the desk, leaning in so close that the tip of his nose brushed against hers as his hands slid down her arms to rest comfortably around her waist.

“Definitely,” he breathed, her arms snaking around his shoulders as their lips finally met for a soft, but passionate kiss. 

As Betty’s legs wrapped around Jughead’s hips and his hands slipped underneath her knitted pink sweater, the gentleness disappeared and the passion took over the way it always did when they were together. Just as they adjusted their body weight to lean back onto the table, a booming knock coming from the front of the room startled them into sitting upright, nearly kicking a stack of dictionaries onto the tiled floor from the unexpected movement.

“Knock, knock!” 

The couple pulled away from each other and Betty flung herself off the desk, reaching out to steady herself on Jughead’s shoulder as she struggled to regain her balance. 

“Cheryl!” Betty gasped, frantically pulling down on the hem of her crumpled sweater in her attempt to straighten it out as much as possible. “What are you doing in the Blue and Gold room?” 

“Fear not, my significantly less attractive and far less remarkable Lois Lane and Clark Kent,” Cheryl greeted them with a fake smile, her ruby red lips glowing an ugly shade of burnt orange in the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom. “I haven’t come to take over your little craft corner of a newspaper room in the valiant effort to put it too far better, far more interesting use just yet.”

“Okay, then why are you-” Jughead started to ask, but was promptly cut off by Cheryl shoving a perfectly pointed fingernail up to his lips in her attempt to quiet him. 

“Wait a minute,” she smirked, tossing her long red hair behind one shoulder and taking a few more steps into the room. “That’s exactly why I’m here. The River Vixens need a better locale to prepare for football games, sans the repugnant odor the girl’s volleyball team leaves behind after their practices. Your sorry excuse for a newsroom will make for an adequately sized dressing area don’t you think?”

“Forget it, Cheryl,” Jughead shot back. “How could you possibly think that we would give up the Blue and Gold room so your cheerleading squad can primp and polish yourselves to scream at a bunch of football players from the sidelines?”

“Because you Southside garden snake,” Cheryl snapped, her eyes narrowing to glare in their direction as if they were scum on the bottom of her overpriced designer shoe. “I have dirt on the two of you that would break a certain ginger-haired stallion’s heart if anyone were to leak such information over to his side of football field.” 

“You don’t know anything,” Betty muttered, her fists curling up into two angry balls as she felt the overwhelming fit of rage bubbling up inside of her that was all too familiar. 

“Oh don’t I?” Cheryl fluttered a set of dark lashes at Betty as she reached into her leather handbag to pull out her phone. “Then showing Archie this picture of you two locking lips borderline NC-17 style would be acceptable?”

With one click of a button, the image of Betty wrapped up in Jughead’s arms blinked onto the screen, the intimate moment thought to have been shared only by the couple, showing much more than either of them would have liked anyone else to witness.   

“You were spying on us?” Jughead gaped at the redheaded deviant in complete and utter disgust. “Cheryl, that’s low even for you.” 

“No, what’s low is that wench of a friend of yours, Veronica Lodge, thinking she can take over my squad a get away with it,” Cheryl spat, tugging the phone away from their view and sliding it back into her purse for safe keeping. “Scoring the Vixens a new dressing room will win the girls back from her villainous talons once and for all. Then all will be right with the world yet again and we can all move on with our lives.”

“There’s no way Principal Weatherbee would go for this,” Betty reminded her. “The school has set aside a budget for the newspaper, not to mention that it counts as credit hours for-”

“Oh, he’s already signed off on it,” Cheryl informed them, a devious smirk creeping onto her lips as she took in their bewildered expressions with a sense of accomplished delight. “Mommy promised to fund the next three school-sanctioned events if he agreed. The only glitch is that he can’t forcibly remove you from the paper and ask you to give up your credit hours. That’s against school policy. But I assured him that all it would take was a little persuasion on my part and-”

“You mean blackmail,” Jughead corrected her, his voice so low that it nearly came out as a vehement growl. 

“Call it what you will,” Cheryl sighed, pulling at the sleeves of her dark red mini dress and smirking unapologetically. “But regardless, it seems as though you have a tough decision to make. Risk the friendship with your BFF of nine plus years by revealing the betrayal of epic proportions or relinquish your rights to the Blue and Gold for good.” 

“Forget it, Betty,” Jughead whispered, turning to her with concerned eyes and a deep-set frown. “You don’t need the room to run a newspaper, we can ask your mom if we can use the Register’s resources and-”

“Au contraire,” Cheryl crooned, taking a step closer to Betty to place a firm hand on the wooden surface of the desk in front of her. “No more Blue and Gold room, no more Blue and Gold. Mr. Weatherbee’s rule. It was a dying art form to begin with. He decided it was best to cut his losses in the long run, if you were to sign off on it of course.” 

Betty whirled around to face Jughead with pleading eyes, the hopelessness in her expression giving him the urge to reach out and comfort her, but knowing better not to. 

“You have 24 hours to make your decision,” Cheryl announced. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have fabric to buy for the velvet lounge chairs I’m planning to put in that corner over there. The decor in this place is seriously depressing, I can’t wait to work my magic. Later, losers.” 

With one last flick of her luscious locks behind her shoulder, Cheryl turned on her heel to make her grand exit out of the room, leaving Betty and Jughead to stare opened-mouth at one another as they tried to comprehend what just happened. 

“She can’t do this, Bets,” Jughead told her, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her elbow. “We won’t let her.”

“She’s a Blossom, Jughead,” Betty reminded him. “They have all the power in this town and in this school. We don’t have a choice.” 

“Yes, we do,” Jughead assured her. “We tell Archie about us before Cheryl can.” 

“We already talked about this,” Betty mumbled, backing away from his touch and crossing the room to stare absentmindedly at the cluttered bulletin board displaying various school news and activities. “Telling Archie isn’t an option.” 

“Let me get this straight,” Jughead muttered, his brows furrowing together in confusion as he tried to wrap his head around what she was saying. “You would rather give up the one thing you’re most passionate about in order to keep our relationship quiet from the person who cut me out of his life as a result of something my father did, than end all the secrets and lies once and for all and just come clean? Is that about the gravity of the situation or did I miss something?”

“You don’t get it, Jug,” Betty whispered, the tears beginning to spring up in the corners of her eyes as she lifted her chin slightly to meet his gaze with an agonized whimper. “Archie was there for me when Polly left town and I was at my lowest point. I owe it to him to be there while he’s going through everything with his Dad. I’m telling you, it’s just not the right time.” 

“Are you sure it’s not something else?”

Betty knitted her brows together, shaking her head in confusion as she wracked her brain for any information that would hint at what he could have been referring to. “Like what?” 

“Like you’re ashamed of being with a pile of Southside trash like me,” Jughead spat, the words falling off his tongue as if it were physically painful to utter them. 

“Of course not, Jughead, you know I could never think that,” Betty assured him, taking a few steps closer to place her hands on the smooth skin of his cheeks. “I love who you are, every part of you.” 

“You’re just not in love with me,” Jughead concluded, wrapping his hands around her wrists and pushing her away. “Maybe that’s it. Maybe you can’t feel anything real for the boy from the wrong side of the tracks so you keep him close enough to get in his pants but push him far enough away to avoid feeling a real connection with him.” 

“That’s not true and you know it,” Betty breathed, the hot tears welling up in her eyes and beginning to fall onto her cheeks as she struggled to keep herself from screaming or collapsing into a heap on the titled floor or simply running away from everything altogether. 

“Well it doesn’t matter anymore either way,” Jughead muttered, his expression hard and stony as he held up his hands and backed away from Betty entirely. “I’m done. I’m done with the Blue and Gold. I’m done with this friends with benefits bullshit. And I’m done with you.”


“We could have had something special, you and me,” Jughead informed her. “We could have had the real deal. But you chose keeping your friendship with Archie over keeping anything with me. I hope you’re happy with that decision, Betty. Because now you have no boyfriend, no newspaper staff, and no newspaper. Congratulations.”

With one last disappointed glance in her direction, Jughead crossed the room in just a few bounding steps and left the Blue and Gold room for what could have been the last time, slamming the door shut behind him so hard that the plaques hanging on the wall by the chalkboard shook in protest. Sliding down the hard surface of the desk where she and Jughead had just shared an intimate moment together not ten minutes ago, Betty let the tears come hard in fast as she wondered how, and if, she would ever be able to fix this. 


Name: She is my sister, Bones!
Pairing: Bones x reader!Kirk’s sister
Summary: the reader is Kirk’s twin sister who he has always taken care of, then one day he comes in Bones’ room, looking for him, and runs in the reader and Leonard cuddling.
Author’s note: yes, I have a lot of requests. I am working on them. But right now I need this type of writing.

“You are warm,” you murmur, pressing your cold hands against Leonard’s neck, and he gasps, leaning back and then returning to you momentarily.

“You are freaking cold!” he grabs your hands and smiles at you. “Why wouldn’t you just wear gloves before going down with Chekov?”

“We were playing snowballs! I had gloves, but they were uncomfortable,” McCoy sighs and rolls his eyes, raising one hand and gently stroking your cheek.

“Such a child,” he wraps his hands around you, pulling you closer and murmuring something about you being a complete idiot. You grin and try not to laugh, feeling absolutely safe and perfect in his arms, sitting on a couch with a huge blanket wrapped around you.


“What?” he asks, pretending to be grumpy, but you feel how he carefully strokes your back, trying to pull you as close as possible, to make sure that you are getting warmer.

“Nothing,” you smile. “I am glad you are not mad at me.”

“Of course I am mad! What do you think you are doing, ricking your health? Your brother will take my head off,” he thinks then adds quickly. “Twice.”

“Jim wouldn’t!” you laugh, and McCoy joins you, as you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, pressing your nose against his neck.

“Yeah, he would,” Leonard leans back, still holding you with both hands, and plants a soft kiss on your palm, feeling how you almost curl in a ball in his hands, totally melting in the warmth of his body. “My little stupid Kirk.”

“There are two of us,” you grin. “One is the captain, I bet you wouldn’t call him ‘little’ and ‘stupid’… Would you?”

“You bet I would,” you nod, knowing that he actually would.

“Bones, I’ve been looking for… Oh,” Jim walks in the room and stops, not seeing your face, but clearly understanding that McCoy is having his personal time with a crewman. “Sorry… Doctor McCoy, you are needed in the Sickbay.”

“I am on my rightful break, Jim,” Bones answers, hiding a huge grin by keeping his face behind your head.

“I am sorry, doctor, but I cannot find my sister. I am afraid she may be in trouble,” you honestly are trying not to giggle.

“Jim, I am sure she is fine and having fun. She is a grown person, let her go,” Leonard advises him and presses his lips against your temple.

“She is my sister, I am supposed to take care of her. Will you help me find her?” you roll your eyes - even though Jim in only minutes older than you, he took you as his responsibility.

“Jim, chill!” you turn to him, not pulling away from Leonard even for a second. “I am seriously fine and having more fun than you are.”

“Y/N?” you grin and nod. “Bones?” Bones nods, not trying to pretend that he is ashamed of his hands holding you so possessively. “You two are…”



“Because your best friend is awesome,” you answer simply, as Leonard tries not to laugh at Jim’s terrified face. “You’d feel worse if I were with Spock, so chill.”

“But… Uhm… I am the captain…”

“And I am your lieutenant. Spending my free time with your doctor. We checked, it’s not forbidden by the law of Mister Spock,” Bones giggles, as you pull away and look at your brother. “Jim, nothing is wrong here.”

“It certainly looks wrong. I… will head back to the Bridge and pretend that I never saw anything,” he storms out of cabin, and you turn to McCoy, both of you trying not to laugh at the thought of his surprised, almost terrified face.

“He reacted well.”

“Better than we expected,” you smile, leaning forward and gently kissing him. Bones quickly kisses you back, then frowns. ‘What’s wrong?”

“Your brother, Y/N… It’s always your brother.”

“What about my tiny ball of brotherly love?” Leonard rolls his eyes, annoyed by your endless love for your brother which will stop you from understanding that Bones is in huge risk of being murdered.

“He may kill me now.”

“I don’t think he will. He is nice and just very caring…”

“So caring, I just felt his glance skin me,” you realize that Kirk did look like he wanted to kill the doctor.

“Oh, don’t overreact, he wouldn’t…” the communicator turns on, and you hear Jim’s voice.

“Doctor McCoy, report to Sickbay. Lieutenant Kirk, report to the Bridge… Now, we have an immediate issue.”

“Of my brother being over-possessive of me,” you whisper, then turn the communicator on. “Yes, captain.”

“Yes, he would, sunshine. Come on, we have to head back to the job,” McCoy helps you up and pulls you close, holding your face with both hands. You have noticed long time ago that after McCoy divorced, his opinion on relationships was rather sceptic, but your relationship really changed him, even though he still was very paranoid about ever letting you go.

“I will see you tonight,” you promise quietly, pressing your lips against his.

“Don’t let your brother do weird stuff, ok?” Leonard asks at the end, smiling at your eyes, locked on his face.


Happy Birthday, Dad

Requested by @awkwardlove18

AN: I hope you enjoy this imagine and thank you for the request! Shoutout to April for this gif lol 

Also, based on the request there were some blanks I had to fill. Hopefully it’s fine and you still enjoy it!!

Originally posted by illumeshawn

Shawn had known since an early stage in your relationship the strain shared between your father and yourself. It pained him to no end, seeing how tense it made you anytime he was brought up.

Shawn helped in every way possible, too. He cared so much, and often you wondered how you deserved such an amazing person to join you in a seemingly fucked up life.

Today, however, was your fathers birthday. Usually all you did was send him a text, or mail a card, hoping to avoid any, and all, face to face communication. The idea of even seeing him filled your mind with anxiety, but knowing Shawn would be there made it more manageable.

“We can leave whenever you want, ok? Don’t be afraid to tell me you’re uncomfortable. I won’t let him upset you.”

You nod, not being about to trust your voice in this moment, or your choice words, making Shawn’s feel small. You needed to stay strong and having a mental breakdown wouldn’t help anything.

You checked yourself out in the bathroom mirror, making sure each hair was in perfect place. Along with any wrinkles in your dress. That was always something your dad called you out on. Everything needed to be perfect, no excuses. A wrinkled dress meant a messy, careless person.

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Summer 2017 Anime Anticipation

My friends, the end of spring is upon us  yet again, summer is approaching bringing with it my first quarter-century birthday and a wave of new anime of which there are no sequels of interest for me, so the list of shows I may end up watching is unusually diverse and pretty wild. HeroAca, Virgin Soul and Re:Creators continue into the summer too, the first two being brilliant, the latter… eh. I’ll talk about it in my final review of the season

Top interest

Shokoku no Altair: Definitely my most anticipated show of the season. The manga’s been making waves all over the place and getting praised for its story and beautiful artwork and since MAPPA now has all the money in the world after Yuri on Ice became the fifth (potentially even third, time will tell) best-selling anime since 2000, I hope they’ll do something really good with it.

Ballroom e Youkoso: Production I.G. picking up another sports anime? And one based around an artistic-interpretative competitive sport? Sign me the fuck up a hundred times over! I gotta say though, that my excitement for this show has soured due to 1) the fucking giraffe necks in the concept art and 2) All the fuckboys rallying up around it saying “don’t worry, this one isn’t gay shit like Yaoi on Ice™”. But I still have high hopes for this

Vatican Kiseki Chousakan: The premise sounds so kooky and cool and fun and I’m weak okay? It’s definitely different and sounds interesting so I hope it delivers

Katsugeki Touken Ranbu: After the massive let down that was Hanamaru, my interest in this franchise has dwindled quite a bit. Since they’re doing this as a more plot-heavy historically-focused rendition of the characters, I’m hoping it’ll be more my kind of thing and that ufotable makes it look amazing.

DIVE!!: The other sports anime of the season and it’s about diving of all things! Diving is one of my favorite sports to watch, but the studio doing this is kinda new so I’m worried they won’t be able to produce the animation this kind of sport would require. Fingers crossed. Just hoping it won’t be another Battery.

High expectations

Kakegurui: Looks cool? Not a concept I’ve seen before so I think it could be very fun and unique. I literally don’t know, I’m casting a sort of wide net because there are no sequels of interest for me this season but there seems to be an abundance of “I’ve never seen an anime about this!” shows which is kind of a rare thing in the medium.

Isekai Shokudo: I’d usually pass on anything that uses ‘isekai’ on its title, but my interest for the growing trend of food-centric anime beats my zealousness against otaku isekai LN. Hopefully it’ll turn out sweet and fun

Keppeki Danshi Aoyama-kun: The concept sounds weird enough to work in the same way that Tanaka-kun, Sakamoto, Saiki Kusuo and Nozaki-kun did. I’m only crossing my fingers for a weird af comedy, I ain’t asking for much.

Who the fuck knows, could go either way

The Reflection: This has been in the works for a while and it’s actually a collab with Stan Lee so basically I have no idea of what to expect but it has 50/50 chances of being amazeballs/a train-wreck and I’m quite curious.

Centaur no Nayami: In principle I like the idea of a slice-of-life about centaurs, definitely looks like something more in my taste than raunchier monster girl shows, but since this is a Chinese coproduction and the main girl has huge tiddies I’m cautious about it.

Saiyuki Reload: I haven’t watched the original Saiyuki –I’ve meant to, but my pile of shame is so big- so I don’t even know if I’d be able to watch it, but if it turns out to be something newbies on the franchise can enjoy, I’m definitely interested in checking it out

The Fate Line aka I have no expectations whatsoever but still intend to check them out (maybe)

Fate/Apocrypha: Back when this blog was young I managed to anger the Fate otaku because UBW was shit, but as I said repeatedly back then, Fate as a concept is something I find very engaging. Do I expect this one to be good? Nope. Why am I watching it then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I mean if I suffered rape-facilitator Archer in UBW I can’t imagine Apocrypha can have something that’ll make me quit… unless it’s offensively boring which can always happen

Konbini Kareshi: Everything below the Fate line I have no real expectations for, but if I have time to check this out it might turn out to be dumb and fun ala Starmyu or Dance with Devils. Who knows

Hitorijime my Hero: I mean, it can’t be worse than Super Lovers…. Right?

Netsuzou Trap: If there’s something I have even less faith in than questionable power dynamics BL it’s fetiche yuri. Still might try to watch ep 1, depending on the kind of reactions it gets

And that’s the season folks. Really lots of variety and with no sequels, pretty much everything on the list is a wildcard. Still I hope the top 5 shows won’t be a disappointment. Oh well, even if they are I’ll stillhave HeroAca and Virgin Soul.

What shows are you looking forward to for next season?