just a normal day at my house

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Whenever I'm in public I feel like people can tell I'm "not normal" (because my intrusive thoughts are always BAD in public and I look uncomfortable) and I freak out about wether my body positioning looks natural, so I developed this compulsion of pushing up my glasses to prove to anyone looking at me thinking she's not normal that I am. Anyway I left the house without my glasses the other day and I kept "pushing up" the air and probably looked anything BUT normal. I just needed to share !

that sounds rough, anon ;; 

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  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
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From the April Fools DLC Normal Ending:

“Even if I can never touch you, I know that the feelings we have towards each other can’t be trapped in any dimension.”

I KNEW THAT SOUNDED FAMILIAR. I JUST KNEW. AND I WAS COMPLETELY RIGHT. JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE SAYS IN THE AFTER ENDING.

Now, moving on to my theory.

On Day 7 of Zen’s route, you go over to his house and he brings you to the rooftop to stargaze. I’m sure all of you remember that CG of him staring at the night sky right?

This completely went over my head, but he had said this:

“It’s strange… I feel as if I’ve known you for a long time.

Why do you think that is?

You’re… strange.”

We could look at this as Zen getting confused about his budding feelings for you, but it’s really all about interpretation. Even from the start, we already see mentions of the stars, the sky, and so on.

I mean, look at what he said in his After Ending! Isn’t it weird that he’s suddenly bringing up that no matter FAR APART both of you are, you’ll always think of each other? It’s like he’s linking the skies (or universe, DIMENSIONS) to your distance from each other. I’m assuming that at this point in time, he had felt strange because he just started to realise how unreal (because different dimensions) you were.

I really like to use the argument of his psychic dreams because it’s absolutely fascinating. And again, let’s look at this theory on the basis of the recommended route sequence:

Zen -> Yoosung -> Jaehee -> Jumin -> Seven

What if even in his own ending, he knows he won’t be able to keep you and you’ll just end up moving on? What if he knows that there is in fact distance between the both of you, be it emotionally (because you do all the other routes after him) or literally (because you’re in different dimensions)?

He never fully comes to terms with the whole dimension thing in the main game, but he did in the April Fools DLC. Every single time, no matter what, there’s bound to be distance between the both of you. Does Zen just know this?

We all label Zen as narcissistic but in his route it’s so obvious how insecure he really is, how unconfident he is. He constantly praises you and phrases it in a way that sounds like even he, the MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN IN THE WORLD, doesn’t deserve someone like you. But why is that so?

What if he just has an inkling that the both of you aren’t meant to be? He’s always known there’s something off there. That’s why, at least in my opinion, he shows the most affection throughout those eleven days he has with you. He always lives in the moment when he’s with you, taking care of you, keeping you safe, expressing his love… because he knows that’s the only time he has with you. Maybe he knows it’s unrealistic to think that the both of you will end up staying like that forever.

And you know, after the Seven’s route, Day 10 call you had with him when he confessed that “I could’ve made you happy too.” he doesn’t appear as much anymore. He’s actually the most uninvolved character in the Secret Endings.

Guys, Zen is aware of the distance. Zen is aware that it’s not meant to be. But he does love you. He wants you to know that, but being a gentleman, he chooses to keep his distance too after he sees how happy you are with another person. But you damn well know he’ll be there to support you just like how he does in every route.

I really don’t know if I’ve explained it well enough, but I see a lot of Seven reset theories and not really much on Zen, so here’s my take on it.

To end it off, let me give you Zen’s final lines in the April Fools DLC normal ending:

“I love you, ____.

Let’s be forever.”

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I think we ought to give kudos to Pete for how much quality time he spends with his sons. Almost every day on Snapchat when he’s not on tour, they’re either out hiking (which they seem to do regularly) or today launching a model rocket in a field. Or Pete is in the car selfie-ing…while waiting to pick up Bronx from school. I think that goes for all the guys, especially on their days off tour when they’re home for large chunks of time, such as now, they’re the Mr. Moms of the house. Remember that interview when Patrick says, “I spend most of my day cleaning up after my son and my dogs”? That’s just what every day is like for them. It’s better than leaving your kid so you can party and get paparazzi attention. I love how these guys are such normal people. I think that deserves appreciation. 👏👏👏

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We lived in an old house converted into a duplex on a quiet, suburban street. Our house was the only rental on our block. The basement was one apartment, and the ground floor comprised the other apartment in the duplex. We shared a laundry room. Pretty normal arrangement, as far as sleeping-and-shitting places go, but we later found out that the house was only registered as one rental unit. Our landlord had separate leases for the units and separate everything else, but there was only one address, which means that legally, it’s one house. That becomes really important when the cops decide they aren’t particularly fond of what’s happening in it.

Anyway, my girlfriend and I had originally rented the basement unit, but when the upstairs neighbors moved out, we took over their apartment, because windows are just … super great, you guys. Some new neighbors moved in downstairs, and at first, they seemed like perfectly nice people. They were extremely friendly, asking us if we needed anything when they headed to the store, greeting us whenever we passed – normal neighborly things.

But soon things started getting strange. I noticed they had lots of visitors.

My girlfriend and I also noticed police cars driving by our house several times a day, but since we had only just moved upstairs from the basement, which had no windows, we assumed that the police traffic was normal. Maybe our street was a standard route for the police to get to and from their station, or maybe they were patrolling the elementary school two blocks down the street from us. After all, you can never trust a second-grader.

Everything changed one morning when I woke up to go to work.

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In Your Head - Pt 3

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 3,522

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

By the time lunch hit, you were relieved to be half way through school. You actually liked class unlike most people there, but your head just kept replaying the previous nights nightmares. Memories really.

“Hey Sweetheart. You okay? You were quieter than usual this morning.” Jughead gave a reassuring smile that was laced with concern. You had gotten to the lunch table before everyone else, barely picking at your food.

“Yeah I’m fine, just stayed up later than I noticed”. Part of that was true. You hadn’t really been looking forward to sleep lately.

“You still going tonight?”, Veronica had chimed in and slid in next to you.

“Yeah I guess, I think I’ve been cooped up to much in my house…”

“Yeah you went home pretty early last night…” Betty didn’t really finish her sentence while sitting down across the table.

“I just needed to finish some homework and then got through a good chunk of my novel…“

“So what’s the plan ladies?”, Kevin somehow managed to eye all 3 of you wanting to know when to come over to Veronica’s.

“Let’s say 6ish at Betty’s place and we’ll go to my place from there ”, Veronica answered making sure the 3 of you nodded.

“I’ll be with Archie and helping set up for Val with him”, Jughead looked to you rubbing your hand.

“Alright, we’ll see you there”. You gave a reassuring look to Betty making sure it was still okay to meet in her house.

Archie had sat down beginning to talk about and reiterate what Val had told him of their set for the night. He seemed rather excited for her even though the Pussycat’s had easily played bigger gigs.

The bell chimed and you flinched a little out of nowhere. Your body had jumped enough for both Jughead and Betty to notice and without you knowing, they gave a look to each other. “See you after school”? He gave you a kiss on your neck while squeezing your thigh before he got up with his tray.
“Of course, I don’t have to get Y/B/N today. He’s got his bike. So I have a little bit before I head over to Betty’s”.
“Okay, see you then”, he leaned in for a kiss on your lips before giving a slow sprint behind Betty to meet up with.

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POV of Jughead

You tugged on Betty’s sleeve really quick, “Hey, can you do something for me”?

“Of course Juggs, what”? Betty gave her classic smile of friendship that was filled with sincerity.

“Can you talk to Y/N for me? I know the rumors of last year but she seems a little on edge, more than normal anyway. I just don’t want to pry and think a “fellow woman” might be more of the answer.

“Yeah I can, I wanted to ask her something as well…” Betty seemed to not be giving complete answers that day.

“Thanks Betts”, you smiled before heading back to go your locker.

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POV of Y/N “Hey, my house at 5 instead, V changed her mind”.

K”, you answered in reply to Betty before putting your phone away and before the bell rang again.     

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Now having less time, instead of going to Pop’s, Jughead had walked you home. Hand in hand and all the while taking brief moments to pause and kiss you. Once in the middle of the sidewalk, another against a tree and so on. At the next pause, he kissed your neck, which made you blush, while you reached for the side of his cheek bringing his lips to yours. You used your lips to grasp his bottom one and with a breath he moved his lips to do the same to yours. You opened your jaw wider letting a little bit of your tongue sneak through. You could feel him smiling while kissing you back. After a few moments, you released him. Opening your eyes you saw a blushed and gleeful look upon Jughead.
You had made it to your block. About 4 past Archies place that Jughead had been at for more than a month. Still holding your hand, he glanced over giving a look of concern, similar to the one he had earlier in the day.
“You sure your okay? You jumped earlier…”
You cut him off with what felt like a fake smile. “Yeah, just got startled was all. So…I’ll see you there tonight Heathcliff”?
“Heathcliff?” He gave a heavy smirk before rolling his eyes, “oh God you started reading Wuthering Heights…”
You giggled, “don’t worry, I’m not romantcizing that one. I know the ending is like Romeo and Juliet on crack”.
He gave a big laugh, “Well goodnight for now then Juliet”. He gave a kiss to your hand before pretending to bow.
You smiled walking away keeping your eyes on Jughead before he turned back around. He had only been to your place once, and knew that there was some tension in that house even if you hadn’t explained why.

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The clock turned 4:30. By this time you had done some of your brothers laundry for him, made sure he had something to eat and even managed to play some ps4 before getting back to your room.
You put some lip balm on, a different shirt with a black cardigan while grabbing a bag of your pjs, a book, your pill bottle and clothes for the next day. You nodded to your brother by the living room before heading out the 4 blocks down to Betty’s.

You glanced outside and already saw that the truck Archie surely took with Jughead was gone.

You rang the door bell. Betty answered rather quickly with a “hey”.
You waved to her mother before heading up to her room with her. She closed the door while saying “V said she would be a little bit so we can just stay up here till then”. While you found Betty’s demure odd, you did know Veronica had a habit of being late to everything.
You looked around the rather large pink room, noticing the amount of flowers on the walls. “So, I don’t want to be abrupt but can I ask you something?”. You assumed it either had to do with Jughead or someone else in the group so you nodded.
“A few months back, when V and I found that book with Ethel….” as she spoke these words you started to clam up. You weren’t sure you were in there before she finished her sentence. “Your name was in there, Y/N. Next to Chuck….but you hadn’t told any of us that he had lied about it like he did Ethel and the others” you could tell she was afraid to make eye contact but she looked at you anyway, not with judgement but concern. You moved to the base of her bed looking at your feet trying not to stare back.
Your mouth went dry and you had to pause, mustering up what little courage you had to speak. “That’s because it wasn’t a lie…what did it say”? You looked back up at her while pulling your sleeves over your hands.
“The whole book, had a point system. And like Veronica, you had a “new girls” point with your name”.

She moved her body down and sat next to you, bracing your shoulder.
You took a deep breathe, “I wasn’t sure I was in there….I didn’t think he would be stupid enough to put it in…” you stopped mid sentence. You held your arms trying not to cry, and with taking a deep breathe “I wasn’t….” you paused again “I wasn’t a willing participant ”. You looked up at her, she had a tear in her eye with only concern for you.
“Does Juggie know?”, she asked already knowing the answer.
“No, we haven’t gotten that physical yet and it’s uhhh….well it’s almost been a year since. I know he knows something has been putting me on edge a bit, and I want to tell him…I just..it’s already hard for me to think about”. You felt a lump in your throat, you hadn’t really cried but you felt on the edge of it.
“Okay.” She chimed up with purpose and grabbed you up with her by grabbing your palm. She wiped away her tear. “Do you still want to go tonight”?

You thought for a second, knowing you didn’t really want to go home. “Yeah, I need a night where I don’t get in my head as much”. For the first time in two days, you finally felt like you actually wanted to go to Cheryl’s party. “I want a night out with Juggs too….you know, even if you two are off sleuthing for a bit”. You smiled trying to convince her that everything was okay.
“Alright, we got like 15 until Kev gets here and then V with her driver…” she looked towards the side of her room and back to you, “So did Jughead ever tell you the time he ruined my birthday by eating my cake before I got to blow out my candles”?!
You laughed, “No!” Yet when you thought about it, it seemed perfectly in character of the man you were growing to love.

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“So if I quote Mean Girls and say “get in bitches” will you guys still do it”? Veronica gave a smile with her driver waiting outside the driveway.

Kevin had been there for a little bit, “Only if I’m Gretchen…..”. You all gave a laugh before putting all your stuff in the trunk and got in with your friends.

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Getting ready to get out of the bathroom, you stared into the mirror. You didn’t exactly feel like yourself in Veronica’s clothes. And while you had convinced her out of putting you in a dress or a skirt, she still gave you rather tight forming clothes - complete with a crop top and skinny black pants. You had to remind yourself that this was from the girl that felt completely comfortable in a cat suit not 3 weeks ago. You picked up your black cardigan and put it back on, you weren’t entirely behind your arms showing too much. You were still hiding some things from people even if Betty had now known more about you than anyone besides your therapist.
You took a deep breath and turned the knob.

“Yeeeesssss”! Kevin gave a look up and down of approval. He was in a nice button up and what looked like really expensive jeans. “Here, let me put your hair up…” something you didn’t usually took the time to do in the morning but you welcomed the gesture nonetheless.

Veronica and Betty had finished putting makeup on each other. Veronica in a tight fitted black dress without too much embellishment beyond her necklace. Betty was also in something in Veronica’s but it was black, something unusual for Betty as you had only ever seen her in bright colors and pastels. Hers was less form fitted and flared out at the bottom.
Betty went up to you “you look great Y/N”!
“You too”. You glanced towards Betty and while a little out of place in Veronica’s clothing as well, she had a body you envied for. Sometimes you weren’t sure what Jughead saw in you when he was around these two gorgeous girls all the time.
“Come on”, she grabbed you down with Veronica to the vanity and they began to do your makeup.
You looked at the vanity below you, “….nothing too crazy right”?.
“Nah, we got you”, Veronica said reassuringly.

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We’re about to walk up” you texted back to Jughead who was apparently bored out of his mind with Archie and Val. You felt a little nervous as well a little silly before realizing you were in the midst of Thornhill once again. You looked up a few minutes later greeted by Jughead who had a look of being somewhat stunned. You covered your midriff with your arms, a little uncomfortable in what you were wearing.
“Well….”? You were looking for some kind of reaction from Jughead. Veronica, Betty and Kevin gave a nod while all heading to Cheryl’s door and walking in.
“You look amazing”. He couldn’t stop staring up and down until meeting your eyes. “You always look gorgeous, but this is just different…I mean a good different”! You could tell Jughead got a little nervous himself.
You brought him in close, kissed him hard while grasping the back if his hair.
He smiled while you parted, “come on”, he said while grasping your hand. You went in, and what was from memory, you knew where you were walking too. The closer you got to the middle of the house, the louder the music got. Vibrations filled the house, which was saying something considering the enormously large vintage home.

Jughead led you to the kitchen, where the rest of the gang including Archie was. Jughead took a beer from Archie while you just stuck to a soda. You looked at the bottles, and while engrossed with the familiarity of the smell, you tried to remain with your red cup. Betty and Jughead gave eyes to each other when Betty noticed you and gave you a reassuring nod. Jughead himself saw, a little confused with your mutual look.
You tugged at his shirt, “go ahead, I know you want to go into Sherlock mode”, you whispered into his ear.
“You sure?!” He was shouting a bit while making sure you could hear him over the music. You nodded and gave a look to Veronica. Both you and Kevin followed Veronica and Archie out of the kitchen after you gave Jughead a slight kiss on the neck. At the corner of your eye you could see him smile again. While watching Betty and Jughead make their way to the stairs, you leaned back into the kitchen tossing some of the rum into your drink, then hurried back to the rest of your friends.

The music was loud, but at least good. The Pussycats were all in matching slinky outfits, something you could never have the confidence to adorn. Kevin pulled you in to dance while you took a large sip of your drink, he leaned over to smell your cup. “Ha! I knew you would partake with us”! Both with drinks in hand you loosened up a bit dancing with Veronica and Kevin. Archie was closer to the band making sure Valerie had sight of him. By the time the song ended you finished your drink and Kevin and you went back to the kitchen for more. Veronica gave a nod of holding your spots on the dance floor. You hadn’t really scanned the house to see who was there, but it felt like the whole school was. You hadn’t even seen Cheryl which in itself was a welcomed gift.
“Come on!” Kevin gave you a shot of something and you tapped back the small glass with his. He took shots better than you it seemed, and you threw back what seemed like tequila. You once again mixed some rum with some soda and Kevin did the same before heading out. He grabbed your wrist making your way back to the dance floor with Veronica.

Your eyes drew back to the corner of the room where you saw Chuck and some of the football team talking. He seemed to pause mid sentence while glancing back at you. You drew your attention elsewhere. Moose had made his way down to the dance area with Midge while glancing at you and Kevin. You looked back at Kevin who then chimed in before you could say anything - “Don’t even get me started with that situation”. You smiled and both drank more out of your cups while bouncing to the music.

The trip to the kitchen occurred a few more times, including a instance when you filled up Veronica’s glass for her. You looked at your phone and there wasn’t a message from Jughead. You had assumed Betty and him had found something important.
The air was getting thin and while the house was quite large, the air was getting a bit hot.
“I’m going to get some air!”. Shouting yourself, you made sure Kevin heard you before you gave him a nod looking at the side porch.
“Alright! I’ll be there in a minute!” He kept dancing with Veronica.
A bit more than tipsy now, and almost tripping over Veronica’s flats that were just a slight too big for you, you made it to the porch. The cool wind felt nice, and you decided to text Jughead asking if he had found anything vital.
“Well look at you. You certainly got yourself back into your old habits….” Your spine gave a shudder as you directed your head to Chuck coming out of the doorway.
“Just leave me alone Chuck”, you had enough liquid courage in you to at least speak back to him.
You could smell his breath from there, you assumed he had been at the party longer.
“Now why would I do that when you obviously came back here for a reason”? He edged his way near you and you tried to scoot away from him on the bench. Your body began to freeze and his arm went behind your back grasping onto the porch. He put his drink down only to start trying to touch your thigh while your closed your eyes, heavily breathing while Chuck began to move his hands on you. You began to shout “leave me alone”!
You looked up while hearing someone coming to the porch.
It was Jughead. He forced Chuck’s shoulder towards him and punched him in the face. “She said to leave her alone”!

Chuck was drunk enough that his body weight went to the ground pretty hard. Jughead grabbed your hand and you followed him back to the kitchen. He grabbed your face with both hands and looked in your eyes, “are you okay”?!
“Yeah…yeah I’m alright…” you were still coming out of being frozen from the porch. Trying to take deep breathes, Jughead grabbed your hand again leading you to another room while Betty made sure no one followed the two of you. You were grateful for that.

It was quieter once Jughead closed the door to what seemed like the Thornhill library.
“Are you sure”? Jughead wasn’t shouting anymore but rather being reassuring while grasping your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah” you took another breath “I’m okay”.
“Y/N…” He paused “you’re crying”. He looked at you in your eyes until you touched your face, not realizing that you had been.
“Yeah, no. I’m alright. Thank you.” You paused. “For that. For being there…” 

Your words trailed. You knew you had to tell him but when you looked back up you already knew Betty had told him something.
“Y/N…..what happened with Chuck…and with you, last year”? He looked down at his feet not sure of his words before his eyes met yours.
“Did…did Betty tell you”? You had hoped that your friend had kept this private.
“She told me about the book. What else happened”? His concern grew while you lead him towards the grand love seat to the side of you.
“I’ve uh….I’ve been here before. Cheryl was rather nice to me last year”. You had practiced this in your head a thousand times, you knew you were going to tell him at some point and you knew then what words you wanted to say. “My second party here….I danced with Chuck. I did a lot of drinks that night. I honestly still don’t know how many. When it got late, he offered to drive me home”. You paused again because now while you were saying these words, the visuals were all coming back to you. You were looking just at the floor now. “He stopped the car at Pickens Park. I thought he liked me. I didn’t notice how drunk he was until he kissed me”. 

You paused again. 1, 2, 3….4….Jughead held your hand. “He uh, pushed me back after that…locked the doors. He moved on top of me and I tried screaming. I tried kicking him, but he’s a lot bigger than me. He grabbed me, and….and I just screamed as loud as I could before he covered my mouth. He hit me to shut up a few times…”, 5…6….7…"when I finally did, is when he…” you paused again while it all coming back as a rush. You closed your eyes hard while trying to give yourself a break before opening them again. You shook your head and you left it there.
You looked up, and saw Jugheads face. You had never seen him cry before. He pulled you in and held you.
“It’s okay. I got you”. You hadn’t realized you were crying again. You held him back and close.
A few moments later, after holding you tight in the embrace, you heard Jughead under his breath “I’m going to kill him…”

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Genre: oneshot, fluff

Summary: Looking at the gloomy door beside you, you honestly weren’t sure what type of person lived there. However when you come home late and find a stranger outside your door, you realized that maybe your neighbor wasn’t as weird as you thought he’d be. 


You lived in a neighborhood that prided itself on its friendly neighbors and happy environment. Nearly everyone knows each other in the apartment complex and no matter how unsociable, they were still willing to chat if you ran into them. On holidays, doors would be carefully decorated and there would even be a friendly building get together that welcomed everyone. But in large groups, there is always an outlier and that outlier lived beside you.

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A/N: FINAL part you guys.. Thank you so much for sticking with me trough this series.  You are all amazing! And I’m sorry….. Shout out to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: ALL THE FUCKING ANGST. Character death. Entire part is Jensen’s POV

Worcount: 1660

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JENSEN’S POV.

It had been a week since we came home from the hospital. The first couple of days she had been fine, moving around in the house, watching movies with me on the couch, but on day four we had to move everything down to the guest room since she was no longer able to climb the stairs. Yesterday she didn’t manage to get out of bed at all, and the doctors are now talking hours, maybe a day.

As I sit by the breakfast table, alone, I call my mom to let her know what’s going on. We don’t talk for long because dad are already packing their bags. He had loaded them in the car before we hang up. My parents love (YN), they always have. I still remember the lecture my mom gave me after I brought (YN) to Dallas for the first time.

“She’s special to you, Jensen. I can tell by the way you look at her and how she looks at you. You should just tell her how you feel now so that you can start your lives together, I guarantee you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

The all too familiar lump forms in my throat as I replay her words in my head. I know that my mind should be here, in the present, that I should savor every moment we have left, but it’s hard not to dwell on all the things we’ve missed out on in the past, and the things we will miss out on in the future. I shoot a quick text to Jared, telling him that she’s nearing the end of her life, letting him know that if they want to say goodbye they should probably come over soon.

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Boyfriend Jaehyun
  • bro i’m so sleepy rn
  • why i’m always so sleepy it’s not normal anymore istg
  • but anyways, jaehyun uhm?
  • my first bias ever in nct <3
  • well, that was before i saw ten in nct life in bangkok and fell i love with him lol
  • actually i was watching it today because i missed hansol a lot and omg :’) i love ji hansol so much he’s such a king
  • why do i always end up talking about hansol, omg anyways, let’s just begin this
  • ok, let’s start saying that you weren’t feeling too well that day
  • actually, you were having a terrible day and you were a 100% ready to punch anyone in the face who would talk to you
  • you were getting late to your class that day and the bus you always take didn’t even show up
  • and you were basically running from an extreme of seoul to the other one
  • so when this stranger bumped into you and accidentally spilled all his hot coffee in your shirt u weren’t happy at all 
  • first of all, jesus christ that shit it was hot
  • aND SECOND OF ALL FUCK YOU WHO COULD YOU NOT SEE ME ARE YOU BLINDD
  • “oh my god, i’m really sorry are you okay?”
  • you looked at him with nothing but pure anger and actually though about punching him in the face but you ended up being a nice person and just ignore him
  • “do you want me to walk you home so you can change? maybe i can give you my sweater”
  • “i’m fine, i’m getting late i can’t talk now”
  • and you were going back to the direction you were going to but guess what
  • this weird guy just followed you
  • “you’re going to catch a cold if you walk like this in such a cold day, do you seriously don’t want my sweater?”
  • “it’s just a cold”
  • you definitely had a strong personality and that really atracted him for some reason?? even if you were treating him like shit lmao
  • he followed you the whole way while talking about random stuff but you weren’t giving any attention at all
  • even when you entered to your university and then went back five mins later because you were too late he was still there
  • “you couldn’t do it? oh, then i guess there’s nothing we can do, well, maybe i can walk you home so you can change and then idk buy you a new t-shirt”
  • you were so tired of hearing his voice already but for once you agreed to him because 
  • “if i agree would you shut up a little?”
  • “…..maybe”
  • and he didn’t but you still couldn’t pay any attention to him either and he was getting tired of your shit i mEaN
  • “listEn,,,, i’m sorry okay? what do i have to do? i’ll buy you new clothes and a breakfast if you want to just give me a little attention here”
  • you looked at him and omg you finally realized how handsome he was??
  • like imagine walking by his side and just turn your head and have jung jaehyun looking at you in the most sincere way you can think of with the sun rise in the back
  • spoilers HE LOOKED E T H E R E A L I’M
  • “my name is y/n, normally i’m less moody but my day was just too fucking horrible today”
  • “i’m yoonoh and i already introduced myself like twenty times but you weren’t paying me attention”
  • and he made you laugh a little
  • in such a horrible day like, what?? i-i laughed¿???
  • y’all kept talking about the normal stuff
  • things related to your studies and to his job and blablable
  • boring things u know
  • after you went to your house and changed your outfit for one that was more bomb and cool he took you to a really nice cafe
  • y’all had breakfast together and paid for e v e r y t h i n g
  • you kept talking and getting to know each other and then you went shopping!!!
  • i’m so jealous
  • also, i feel like jaehyun would be really sincere while shopping?? like
  • “that color is ew with ur skin color but bby try this one, it would look bOOmb af believe me”
  • but omg he would compliment you non stop once you find idk a dress or something that’s actually good on you and omg
  • “told you, you look amazing, i don’t care if you don’t like it i’m buying it anyways”
  • “tHESE SHOES OMG, you don’t even need to wear them i know they’ll look amazing anyways i’ buying these too”
  • lmao but you would low-key blush the whole time like i just meet you?? you made my life a hell like an hour ago?? stop?¿? i have to be angry
  • but he’s such an idiot i mean how could you be angry at this puppy
  • you only had to buy a new t-shirt but you ended up with like two gigantic bags in your hands
  • but jae carried them for you so don’t worry <3 he’s such a genterman right
  • you started to be really close from that day and eventually feelings developed
  • ;)))))))))))))
  • and he didn’t doubt on telling you about this feelings but he did ask for some advices for part of the other members
  • even tho i think he would be kind of obvious with his actions??
  • like before confessing he would always idk play with your hair and hands and he always have his arm on your shoulders and things like that
  • so it wasn’t a surprise when he told you that he liked you
  • the surpise was that.. he kissed you before saying it
  • you were watching a movie in your house and out of the blue he would tap your shoulder and once you look at him he would just.. kiss you?
  • and you kissed him back and that’s what gave him confidence to confess his feelings orally, whispering everything he feels for you
  • and of course you confessed back
  • and forget about the movie after that because you spent the rest of the night talking about how y’all started to like each other and kissing and being all cute
  • jae would be the best boyfie ever in my opinion
  • like he would be low-key jealous but not to much to like start an argument or smth, he would always trust you and tell you everything
  • also, A+ cuddles, he would be really shy sometimes but that would make everything better because he is all fluffy and soft and blushy and awww
  • and i guess the end, but basically you would be blessed everyday with this cutie by ur side ok
  • <33 hope y’all like it a lot
  • also this is not important but i got inspired by mom as i wrote this lmao
  • like she made me angry and that’s why i decided to mistreat jaehyun in the beggining okay?? i actually love jae he’s my everything

Greetings, Earthlings. I’m back today after a short break in which I attempted to regenerate my human soul. Oh, whoops, did I say human soul? I meant totally regular and normal person soul.

Ahem.

Welcome to DailyFuuuuuuck. You’re invited to enjoy just a few of the day’s basic atrocities, along with whatever else I deem appropriate to throw at you.

Also: The theme of the day is… Frogs. Let’s all post some goddamn frogs today.

Deputy attorney general appoints special counsel to oversee probe of Russian interference in election

Special counsel to investigate possible coordination between President Trump’s associates and Russian officials — a clear signal to the White House that federal investigators will aggressively pursue the matter despite the president’s insistence that there was no “collusion’’ with the Kremlin.

Trump Cries ‘Witch Hunt’ as Mueller Nod Bolsters FBI Probe

Who Is Robert Mueller, Special Counsel Overseeing Russia Investigation?

Roger Ailes, Who Built Fox News Into an Empire, Dies at 77

Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell Dead at 52

Trump Knew Flynn Was Under Investigation for Turkey Lobbying, Still Hired Him

After being paid to lobby for Turkey, Flynn reportedly axed a military operation opposed by Turkey

House majority leader to colleagues in 2016: ‘I think Putin pays’ Trump

Trump says no president has been treated more unfairly

Trump campaign had at least 18 undisclosed contacts with Russians

Trump weighs downsizing Spicer’s public role

Turkish security involved in DC protester assault

Look at the new cover of Time mag:

Conservatives begin to whisper: President Pence

Protests follow Tulsa cop’s acquittal in fatal shooting of unarmed black man

How the Murder of a D.N.C. Staff Member Fueled Conspiracy Theories

Chelsea Manning Walks Back Into a World She Helped Transform

Bobby Moynihan exiting ‘SNL’

It’ll be 10,000 degrees in NYC today

Antarctic ice sheet might be in early stages of unstoppable disintegration

Scientists Achieve Direct Counterfactual Quantum Communication For The First Time

Quantum communication is a strange beast, but one of the weirdest proposed forms of it is called counterfactual communication - a type of quantum communication where no particles travel between two recipients.

Theoretical physicists have long proposed that such a form of communication would be possible, but now, for the first time, researchers have been able to experimentally achieve it - transferring a black and white bitmap image from one location to another without sending any physical particles.

Coming up today…

▪  3:45 pm: Trump and Colombian President Juan Manuel Santos will hold a joint press conference in the East Room.

▪ Probably some more Presidential tweets.

▪ Earth will continue flying through the universe at 1.3 million miles per hour.

Have a beautiful day and thanks so much for being here! Don’t forget to post some goddamn frogs. 

Clarus finding out Gladnis

I tried to make this fit in some pick-up post, it just didn’t fit in any, but I can’t get this out of my head, sorry.

I just keep imagining different scenarios of Clarus Amicitia finding out about Gladnis.

I imagine maybe the family counts with assistants in the house, what with being in the royalty world and all.
So one day Ignis’ going around the Citadel after having taken notes of a council meeting to later on bring to Noctis, when suddenly he walks into Clarus Amicitia, who’s looking serious (but nothing out of the normal) and Ignis greets him, but before he can walk away, Clarus stops him like

“Ignis, something happened this morning in my house”

And Ignis stays there to listen and stays quiet. Clarus seems a bit embarrassed and trying to hide it with a slight frown.

“When I got dressed this morning, I found some underwear in my closet that doesn’t belong to me. An assistant of my house told me nobody knew if they belonged to me or Gladio, but as it seemed to be mine, they shoved it in my closet. Thing is, it does not. So I asked Gladio.”

Clarus clears his throat and even though he’s still looking calm and serious, there’s a slight twitch in his eyebrow and his face turns slightly red.

“He said it’s yours.”

Ignis then blushes red whole in the face and even the neck because well fuck. He had waited for Clarus to continue, but the man’s looking directly at his eyes, awkward but firm, and Ignis’ internally screaming so loudly and panicking, and long seconds pass in silence until he’s just forced to say it.

“It…may be. My apologies.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I understand. All of it. I would just be greateful if…you don’t leave these in my house.”

“My fault, sir. I’m embarrassed and sorry”

“It’s partly Gladiolus’ fault as well. I understand that you…lost those…what with the mess of clothes he piles in a corner”

Ignis doesn’t reply because how can he explain that he did not “lose” them, even though it was Gladio’s fault.
Clarus says nothing either and the two just stand there in the heaviest of silences and both are blushing and looking directly at each other’s eyes because one wants to mark his territory and position himself as the man of the house but it’s so embarrassing and the other is too terrified to think that if he looks away he’ll admit he tried to keep a secret that when he visited the Amicitia last night there had to be a reason for him to take off his trousers while tutoring Gladio and leave them in his room.

“So, uhm…Ignis, about your constant tutoring with my son..”

And Ignis closes the eyes for a moment and lets out a short sigh as quietly as he can after he had been holding the breath for so long and he’s suddenly also a bit sad but doesn’t show it.

“Yes, sir. I’ll stop if that’s what you wish.”

And then Clarus clearing his throat again and shaking the head.

“I just meant…I’d be very grateful if you arrive a bit earlier to also take dinner with us before that. Sometimes. When and if you can and want, of course.”

Ignis just freezes and stares at him like the man just grew a third eye and doesn’t know how to tell him. Clarus still looks serious but much less embarrassed. Ignis takes a moment to process the information and, eventually, he nods before remembering his manners.

“It’d be an honor for me, sir. I’m very grateful.”

“Yes. Uhm. Honor is mine, son”

Clarus reaches a hand up to pat Ignis’ shoulder, and Ignis’ so frozen because he just called me son how do I interpret that asojdfsf I’m overthinking am I not stop.

“But about tutoring…”

“Yes, sir”

“Not when Iris’ in the house”

“Completely understood, sir.”

“And do not forget your underwear again”

“I won’t, sir”

“Excellent. Have a good evening, Ignis”

“You too, mister Amicitia”

And that’s how Clarus finds out he’s got a 20 year old son-in-law (that is not Iris’ boyfriend), and how he greets him into the family.

9 tips to get your s*%# together

1. Get more sleep! No more falling asleep reading, or messing around on my phone. I’ve picked up this bad habit, and it is hard to break. It seems like I cant fall asleep now without checking out new lists on listverse, reading the news, or scrolling through Tumblr. I am also WAY guilty of exercising zero self control when it comes to recreational reading “one more page…one more chapter…” until its 0300 and I have to get up in a couple hours. I need to turn those electric devices off by 2230. 

2. Snooze less. This one sort of goes hand in hand with #1. I have ALOT  to do, I am supposed to get up at 0500 everyday and walk my fur-babies for an hour, then get ready and go on with my day. Lately, I have been snoozing my alarm until it wont snooze anymore. If I went to sleep when I am supposed to, I would probably have no trouble getting going on time. 

3. Using a 24 hour weekly schedule to record what you are actually doing with all of your time can be VERY eye opening. I need to be better about following through with my plans. I know how to manage my time, but lately I have been quite lax with the execution. Being better about this would help reduce stress, and increase productivity- both things that most students care about. 

4. Less T.V. During the semester I try not to watch more than 3 hours of T.V. per week. It is SO easy to get sucked in…GOT anyone? 

5. After a 4 hr lecture, 2 hr lab, and 8 hr shift at work I feel like going home, falling into my bed and passing out so that I can repeat the process the following day. If you wear makeup, washing it off before bed is HUGE. No matter how tired you are, just do it.

6. Prep- all kinds of prep makes life easier. meal prep, prepping what youre wearing, or taking with you the following day, etc. 

7. Set aside time to do stuff around the house everyday- do not let things pile up until your day off! Make a daily task list and check it off everyday.

8. Exercise for you and your pets. I have 3 big dogs, they need structured exercise, not just running around the dog park or in my yard. They each have a pack they carry and we (normally) walk every morning. Some mornings I may not feel motivated to get up for that 3 mile walk for myself, but I will do anything for my dogs well-being, so I’ll get my butt up and go. (Kinda off topic- but let me throw this out there, if you have pets, they need you. They depend on you to take care of them, to give them what they need. They do not just need food! Dogs need affection, discipline, and exercise. If you’re stressed because your dog is misbehaving- look at your own behavior.What does your pet need that you are not giving them? Dogs are not born bad, humans make them what they become. ((Just saying no pit bull was ever born a killer)) unbalanced dogs are bound to do things you dont want them to do. Large, high strung breeds, or working breeds are going to need more than a dachsund. Dont just love on your pets, also give them what they need. If you cant make enough time, or muster up enough patience to give them what they NEED, then you need to rethink your priorities, or your status as a pet owner. Dont be selfish, pets are not put on this earth for human amusement.) 

I also need more exercise than a walk, so I do indoor cycling 3x a week, interval/strength training 2x a week, and yoga at least 2x a week. 

9. If you enjoy getting your hair and nails done (or if you enjoy doing your own) then make time to do this. If these little things  make you feel good about yourself, then it is important, and not frivolous. 

**Sorry about the weird timing of the pet rant- it’s just one of those things that I feel so passionately about, and I feel like too many people dont give it enough thought. It is not just a pit thing, its a pet thing. My dogs are all pit mixes, and they are all mixed with a working breed,  they were all abused and rescued. One of them was used as a bait dog in a fighting ring a few miles away in Tuskegee. They have helped me through some of the toughtest times in my life, and I owe them to give them the best lives. I feel painfully passionate about treating animals the right way. To be quite honest, I tend to like animals more than most people. 

The Weight of the World

Okay, this is the very first request I got (iconic), I hope you like it!

REQ: ‘Hello, I was wondering if I could send in a request for a Jughead x Reader where the reader is going through a hard time at home (maybe at school too) and she meets Jughead at Pop’s bc there is no other seats and he can tell by the look on her face and how dark her under eyes are that something’s up and asks her about it even tho he barely knows her?’

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: I don't think there’s any???

Word count: 1789


My relationship with my parents was never really an overly loving one. It seemed as soon as I was old enough to think for myself their voices would breakthrough and say things like “Y/N are you doing your homework? Have you enrolled in enough extracurricular activities? Don’t even think of going to bed until you’ve studied for every subject”. And yes, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I had a healthy social life to balance this out, but my parents wouldn’t even allow me that, I’d have to come home from school straight away every day and get right into my studies, anything else was just unacceptable.

For most of my high school life, this was the way it was and I kind of just accepted it. That was until this year when it struck me that I literally had no friends because of this and I was absolutely miserable. I was so afraid of failure that even with my extra amounts of study, I’d stay up until ridiculous hours at night just to make sure I would definitely get an A on a stupid project or essay.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided that I needed to confront my parents and tell them I needed a normal teenage life, complete with friends and maybe even a boyfriend. The fact that this idea seemed so far-fetched made me want to cry. Today was finally going to be the day I’d face them.

 I mustered up all my courage on a particularly cold Friday after school and decided it was now or never. After I eventually reached my house, I carefully walked through the front door making sure to wipe my feet on the dull brown doormat that read ‘home sweet home’ as I’d been told to do so many times before. Instead of my usual pattern of going straight up to my room, I went to find my mother in the kitchen.  

 Just my luck my dad was there too, freshly home from work. “Hey, guys can I talk to you?” I started, barely noticing that my hands were shaking. I told them about where my head was at and I calmly explained that I needed more balance in my life. I guess I wasn’t that surprised when I was met with immediate retaliation. Spitting words at me like venom, they made it seem as though I was proposing something absolutely absurd, I could feel the weight of the world crashing down on me, suffocating me.

 When my mother said, “Y/N if you don’t fully commit yourself, you’ll never end up like us, you’ll be worthless and a burden on society”. That one statement made something click inside my brain, I looked up at her with tears stinging my eyes and said, “Mother, I never EVER want to end up like you and dad, I’d rather be dead than end up like you!” A look of shock flashed upon my parent’s faces and maybe a hint of remorse? I didn’t give myself time to analyse their expressions or wait for a reply, I quickly ran to the front door to get out of the house. I needed to get away, go somewhere, anywhere.

 The cool late afternoon breeze hit my face as I quickly walked down the street, drying my tears. There was really only one place that could make me feel better right now and I noticed myself walking there almost as if I was on auto-pilot.

 Ahhhh Pop’s, my place of solitude, and in my opinion Riverdale’s most iconic location. I walked up to the door and stepped inside. There was something about the retro vibe of Pop’s choc-lit-shoppe that made the atmosphere incredibly soothing for me.  I quickly made my way to the counter, ordering a chocolate milkshake, which was always my personal favourite. Pop handed me my milkshake with a big grin “Thanks, Pop, you’re the best,” I said with a weak smile. I turned on my heel to scan the rest of the area out for a free booth. To my disappointment, all the booths were occupied, mainly by happy looking families, which made my heart feel heavy.

 I started to make my way towards the very back of the choc-lit-Shoppe when my eyes landed on a raven-haired boy in a beanie viciously typing away on his laptop. I knew him to be Jughead Jones, we had advanced English together and he also happened to be my very first crush when I was 6 years old, I smiled to myself, thinking of how happy and innocent life was back then. 

He stared so intently at his screen and seemed so immersed in what it was he was doing, I thought he surely wouldn’t care if I came and sat down. At this point, I didn’t even really care myself I just needed to release my frustrations on this chocolate milkshake. So I stealthily slid down into the seat opposite him, placing my milkshake gently on the table in front of me.

 It seemed Jughead had the reflexes of a fox as he immediately lowered his laptop screen and looked at me with a furrowed brow and a blank expression “Um can I help you?” he asked in a questioning tone. I sighed, “Hey uh sorry, there was just nowhere else to sit and I just needed to sit a chill out for a bit, if it bothers you I can leave” I managed to blurt out. He looked at me for a second taking in my withered and sleep-deprived appearance, a look he himself knew all too well “No, uh its fine you can stay”. 

I gave him a weak smile and looked down at my shake expecting that to be the last of our conversation, thankfully I was wrong. “Aren’t you Y/N? We have advanced English together right? You wrote that tragically beautiful essay on Shakespeare, I remember” Jughead said closing his laptop fully, putting all his attention on me. “Yeah that’s me, and we most certainly do” I started, the corners of my mouth threatening a smile “I can’t believe the Jughead Jones is complimenting my writing ability” I chuckled, he looked at me with a puzzled expression so I continued “I’ve been reading the blue and gold and I’ve also heard you read a couple of your essays in class, you’re really amazing Jughead”.

 A small smile crept up on his face when I said this, which from what I’ve observed over the years was a thing Jughead never really wore. “Thanks”, his tone quickly changed and a more serious look had fallen back upon his face “hey do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here at this time? I mean usually every teenager in this godforsaken town is at home right now eating dinner with their parents or getting drunk with their friends, not hanging around Pop’s ordering chocolate milkshakes” He finished. 

A quick replay of the today’s past events flashed in my brain like a horror movie and the sting of it hit me all over again. The feelings inside must of translated onto my face because Jughead quickly said, “Look, I know it’s not my place but, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, I know we barely know each other, but sometimes talking to someone you don’t really know about your problems, can be easier than talking to someone you’re close with” he had this look in his eyes that made me believe he was being genuine, so I decided to take him up on his offer.

 “Well, I won’t bore you with the details but my parents have just been putting me under crazy amounts of pressure at school lately, to the point where I have zero social life because every waking second of my free time is spent studying, so much so that I’m just emotionally and physically exhausted” I sighed, pausing for a second “So tonight I told them I was done trying to be their perfect child and I needed time for myself yano, to be myself and not some robot. This, of course, set them off and I pretty much got told I was going to end up on the streets doing drugs or getting pregnant and to not come crawling back to them when my life goes down the gutter, so I just left and decided to come to Pop’s for some chocolate therapy” I let a small breathy laugh at how ridiculous my parents must sound to Jughead.

 “Wow, your parents sound like a tough crowd Y/N” Jughead said looking right at me “Yeah, you’re telling me” I rolled my eyes. “So are you going to keep up your freedom campaign, when you get home?” He asked “Yes, I think I will, I need time to be an actual teenager and maybe make some actual friends” I lightly smiled. “Well, pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in it and you can call me whenever your parents are giving you a hard time or if you just want to talk, I’m usually the lone wolf type but us writers are a dying breed and need to stick together” He half smiled motioning for me to hand over my phone.

 I quickly obeyed his gesture “Thanks for listening to me Jug, you were completely right, it so much easier practically talking to a stranger, I feel like a small weight has been lifted” I replied with a goofy smile on my face. “Well technically we’re not strangers anymore Y/N, we’re connected on a deeper level” he said tying his number in and passing my phone back “Again, you’re definitely not wrong” I laughed “but now I think its only fair I get to know more about you mister Jones, you’re quite the mystery”. He paused for a second, icy blue eye peering into mine “Every great mystery becomes unravelled with time” was all he replied with a small smirk plastered on his face.

 We spent the next two hours talking about books and music, I felt surprisingly really comfortable with Jughead. And eventually as the night drew on I made my way home only to find myself not worrying about what my parents would think of me, but more so on my future and what a positive thing it would be. I also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the new friend I had just made, my mysterious new friend who loved Pink Floyd and hamburgers. The self-described great mystery himself, Jughead Jones. He really was a mystery, one I was incredibly eager to solve and I had a feeling that in time I was going to do just that.

Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

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I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

I Took a Walk for Seven Years

It was August 9, 2009. I was thirty eight years old. My oldest daughter Avis was twelve, and the younger pair, Joanne and John, were nine year old twins. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife and Avis went to church and the twins went to my mother’s house, I took a walk.

It was a clockwork sort of arrangement. My wife knew never to push me into going with her, I was an atheist and set on staying that way.

Of course, given what’s happened, my views have changed.

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Part 14 - Dear Cyrus

Back then I was 17 (3 years ago) Memories that I had of him were fragile but I still could recall some bitter sweet moments. It was just a normal day after school scrolling through JackD replying some messages and I stumbled upon his profile.

Spiky short black hair, perfect jawline with piercing on both ears. lean fit, tan skin tone but slightly shorter than me and with quite a number of tattoo on his body. We were pretty straightforward and hit up the other night at his place, Setapak. Back then I couldn’t drive yet so I decided to put a little effort for taking a taxi to his place instead of asking a free ride.

I was way too young. I could recall I took a taxi nearby my house, chewing a gum (nervous) a 15-20 mins journey from my place to his. As common as any taxi drivers tends to get a little chatty.


Taxi Uncle : So do you study there ? (assuming I was a college student)

Me : Ya I am (I’m still in my Form 5 and didn’t really want to explain myself so I just said yes lol)

Taxi Uncle : There’s a lot of working adult and student stays there.


The moment the car step foot in Setapak. I couldn’t believe what I saw on my JackD. ALL of the profiles were so close to each other in less than 1km. Some are 100m , 200m , 500m. The max was 1km away. It was a jaw dropping moment for me as I told you ( I was only 17 that time please forgive this innocent boy haha) In shocked , thinking


Me : “Holy shit there’s so many here ! , but why didn’t he just get some here ? or has he already fuck all of them before ? lol”

As I got off from the taxi. I waved at him standing there with his cigarettes.

As we walk towards his apartment his place was a mess. Bottles of red wine were left on the dining table, some were empty and some were just left open unfinished. Dozens of used cigarettes on ashtrays, wrinkled and unfolded clothes flooded the couch. I have never seen such terrible mess.


Me : I need to use the bathroom (placing my bag on the floor)

Cyrus : sure its over there on the right.


Water tap running as I washes my face. Walking out of the bathroom, one of the room’s door was left ajar, as I gently push the door I saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and both hands on the back of his head naked with a semi-hard cock waiting to be fully erected.

My heart was pounding fast. “Gosh that body. And he’s handsome!” Pretending to stay calm, I slowly strip myself naked and the next thing I knew was my face’s in between his legs sucking his semi-hard cock. Started slow sucking in my mouth swirling it in between sucking his balls as he moans :

Cyrus : Mmmm (let out a heavy breathe)


Moving up to his chest taking turns licking his nipples 1 by 1 as he runs his hands through my hair as he moans softly. While my hand was stroking his wet hard 7 Inch cock while licking his nipples as he say :

Cyrus : I wanna fuck you now.


Position switched with my legs rested on his shoulders he took the lube and gently inserts his fingers one by one to stretch my tight hole as I moan loudly.

Cyrus : shh dont moan too loud. The neighbors could hear you.


As he was taking his time to finger my hole my shy face was revealing to him.

Cyrus : Tell me if it hurts okay ? I can stop.


As he wore the condom and lube his hard cock adjusting the position I could feel his cock inserting slowly. My hands were holding on to the bed sheets so tightly as it feels to good but I cant moan too loud.

Cyrus : Does it hurt ?


I shyly shooked my head giving it a sign of no. He start the phase slow but my cock was already so wet that my precum was leaking byy the time our body moves. As he lay back his body and his hands, his hips were moving on its own while I hold on my own thigh. God its so fucking hot.

As soft as I could moan. He then lean towards and lick my nipples while his cock are thrusting in my tight hole making me want to moan even louder. My cock was begging to cum as I stroke it so hard I utter :

Me : Cum cumming !!

He reacted to it when I cum he then grab my legs with his hands moving his cock in and out of me ramming even harder he spoke :

Cyrus : Diu (Fuck) Ahh !

Gently pulling it out from my hole. I took the tissues and wipe. He was laugh and said :

Cyrus : you’re very cute. (pinch my cheeks)

Me : ( i was just smiling god damn this is too much ! so flirty !!)

Cyrus : you make me cum so much (Pulling out the condom from his cock)


After both of us cleaned up. I was on my phone replying messages, he took away my phone and put it aside and hugged me from behind saying : 

Cyrus : Come over here (Putting my phone aside)

Me : (god I swear I blushed) What ? 

Cyrus : let me hug you a little while before I send you home later.

As I turned around and gave him a proper hug, we ended up lying next to each other resting on the bed. I broke the silence by asking : 

Me : are you sad ? 

Cyrus : Yeah. I just broke up with my boyfriend. 

Me : Sorry to hear that. How long was it ?

Cyrus : 7 years. I don’t feel like talking about it. 

Me : Ok. Im sorry, shouldn’t have ask in the first place

Cyrus : Are you okay going back this late ?

Me : Yeah. Don’t worry about it.

Cyrus : wanna drink with me ? 

Me : Er I’m not really a drinker…

Cyrus : a little won’t hurt.

Off he goes to take the wine glass. At that glance, I somehow understand why he’s house were a mess and I felt something there. Maybe it was something I shouldn’t feel in the first place. So that night we were just chit-chatting nothing serious, I guess he just needed a company at this time.


Thank you for following and reading ! I will try to write more frequent !

PS: All the stories were true and based on my own sexual experience. 

Till next time ! xo

Routine Part Four (Lin x Reader)

Prompt List||Request Something||Masterlist

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)

requested: yes

Prompts Used:

75) “I’m sorry that I slapped you across your stupid face.” “Are you really sorry though?” “No, and it’s probably going to happen again.”

Summary: What to Avoid When Writing a Musical

Warnings: a lot of swearing, teen!lin being a total asshole (the peak of jerk teen!lin so far), reader not dealing with his bs

Words: 3175

People who want to be tagged (for some reason that will never make sense to me): @yayhamletnonstop, @old-manmiranda, @sharkastic-issues, @fangirlwithasweettooth, @nesthemonster, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @randomfruitsofhappiness, @always-blame-jefferson, @itsjaynebird, @just-a-random-fandom-24, @unknown1200, @theselfishllama, @chloehamiltonn, @love-doesnt-discriminate

(for some reason it won’t let me tag @colbertandlin-manuel so can someone tag them please??)

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“Hey, Y/n! I have a question!” Lin runs up to you and starts talking as you start to walk home after school on a Wednesday. “So, for this whole ‘what to avoid thing’, what topics are we going to use?”

“Oh, I have a whole list, but it’s at my house.” You point to the dirt path that leads to your neighborhood. It’s the you take every day.

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine I can wait until I come over later. See you then!” He starts to walk in the opposite direction. You mull over a thought in your head, and before you know it, it tumbles out of your mouth. 

“Why don’t you just walk home with me? I m-mean if you don’t want to or if you have something else to do, t-then you can come at the normal time-” You start muttering random things, in the hopes of redeeming yourself from something potentially very awkward, while looking at anything but him.

“Hey, hey!” He tries to stop you, but you don’t recognize it so you continue to mumble words under your breath. “whoa whoa WHOA!” He chuckles at your nonsensical rambling, which cause you to stop. 

“Stop talking for two seconds, please? I mean, I know you like speech but geez.” You glare at him, about to yell a response at him before he cuts you off once again. “Uh-buh-buh. No more talking. You talk way too much. Anyways, I’ll walk home with you, but you might have to wait here while I go to the creative writing room to get my project from my teacher.”

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