look at my tears because so pretty

bluesey ? ?? ? is literally one of the Purest Most Wholesome relationships ive ever read with my own two eyes  .  Y’all . that scene ? ?? ? where gansey tucks blue into his overcoat?  11/10  . every single one of their phone calls? ?  truly Inspiring . top notch  . the topest notch , , .  the scene where they’re being all secrety and whispery and gansey lets out this “tremendous” laugh suddenly and he just looks So Pretty smiling and blue’s thought process is literally “oh no!”? ? thats some . Quality stuff my friends . Quality  . and  that one scene, ,, , where all the boys go to nino’s because blue’s working and they wanna show her the magic box and gansey just .. joyfully cries “Jane!” like, it’s not even really a bluesey scene but fam ,,,. Fam. also,,, lets not forget the lampshade scene . “whatever sort of lamp it belonged to, Gansey looked like he wanted one” can you believe gansey looking at blue with constant heart eyes is a for real canon thing . brings a tear to my eye that does :’’’’) . and then theres the scene where blue literally thinks “she just wanted to keep being Gansey’s best friend forever, and maybe one day also have carnal knowledge of him.” have y’all ever read anything so Good? golly . and then of course . .. .. theres the yogurt scenes . … fam i love those scenes so much for multiple reasons but one of those reasons is that. blue literally has to Look Away when gansey puts the spoon in his mouth . binch . what do y’all think she was thinking then? ? the same thing gansey was ? something  l e w d  probably lord knows that girl has no chill,, ,,, jesus .then theres The Scene .. y’all know the one . . the “I like you an awful lot, Blue Sargent” scene ..  .. .The Scene That Cured All My Ailments. . aLsO tHaT oNe ScEnE wHeRe GaNsEy LiTeRaLlY ,,, “I suppose… She makes me quiet.” yEA H SHE DOES BOI YEAH SHE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to mENTION1!! THEIR PRETEND KISSES AKA THE SCENES WHERE I MCFREAKING LOST IT  , ;;FITE ME BLUESEY IS SO G O OD 

blind dates are lame- h.s imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

“When was the last time you went on a proper date?” Jeff asked Harry. The two of them were sitting across the room from another tossing a hacky sack to each other.

Harry caught the sack and stopped to think for a little bit, “Mmm. I think the last time was back in December.” He threw the sack back over to Jeff.

Jeff sat up on the couch with wide eyes. “Mate! That’s over six months!” Harry laughed while getting up and heading over to the kitchen, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ve just haven’t been interested.

Jeff followed his friend and sat on the counter. “Well now’s the perfect time to start dating. You’ve finished your album. You don’t start tour for a couple of months. You can give your right hand a bit of a break.”

“My right han-..” Harry glanced down. “Oh. Yeah. My right hand.”

Jeff laughed and hopped off the counter and grabbed the water bottle Harry had in his hand. “Listen, I know the perfect girl. Met her down at the bookstore. Her name’s Y/N. Really down to earth kind of girl. Reckon you guys will get along great.”

Harry looked at Jeff with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew how to read.”

Jeff glared at Harry while Harry laughed softly, “Mate, I’m just not interested in dating right now. Wanna focus on the album. Wanna focus on the tour.”

“Yeah but one date wouldn’t hurt would it? I’ll visit her tomorrow. Tell her you’re interested.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck while leaning against the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Blind dates are kind of..lame aren’t they?”

“Yeah but you’re lame yourself so why not?”


The bell ringing against the door caused you to look up from the book you were reading behind the cash register. “Hey Jeff! Need to pick up some more journals?” You smiled at your new friend. While Jeff was in town, Harry texted him and asked if he could bring more empty journals. Harry claims he was in the “writing mood.” With a huff of annoyance, Jeff eventually agreed and found a family owned bookstore not to far from where he was. He went in and met Y/N who was honestly a breath of fresh air. She was sweet and charming. She was everything Harry needed in a girl.

“Hey Y/N! No, I’m fine. I came in to talk to you actually.” Jeff connected his hands together and placed them on the counter, as if he was in some kind of business deal.

Y/N dog eared the page she was reading and squinted her eyes slightly at Jeff. “What do you want?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jeff sighed. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms and looked at the tall man in front of her.

Jeff gave her a smile and opened his mouth and then closed it. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”…

“Get on with it!” Y/N chuckled.

Jeff chuckled himself, “Alright! Alright. How would you feel about going on a date with this guy I know? Really nice. Sweet. Easy on the eyes…”

Y/N placed her hand on her chin and pretended to ponder about the idea of being set up. “Pass.”

Jeff clapped his hands together, “Great! He can pick you up at your place or you guys could meet- Wait. Pass? Why not!”

Y/N walked out from behind the counter and picked up a pile of books that needed to be put away. “I don’t know. The idea of a blind date seems kind of lame.” Jeff quickly followed her and grabbed the books from her arms. “Why does everyone think it’s so lame! You’re lame!” Y/N gave Jeff a look as she put a book onto the shelf. Jeff gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry that was crude of me. What I mean to say is it’s not lame! I find it rather cute. And what if you guys end up getting married. You can say ‘My dearest friend, the noblest man I know, the most handsome guy that walked on this Earth; set me and your father up’ to your children.” Jeff was shaking his head while staring into the distance, thinking about how much of a hero he’ll look to everyone for setting up the perfect couple.

Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Jeff’s face, “Jeff!”

Jeff quickly came back to Earth and looked at Y/N, “So what do you say?”

Y/N sighed while grabbing the books he was holding back into her arms. “I-..”

“Great! I’ll text you the details!” Jeff shouted while running out of the store before you could object.

Y/N was sitting at the bar of the hotel lobby Jeff texted you to meet Harry at. Being put on a blind date by someone you just met and didn’t even know the last name of required a little alcohol help.

“Gin and tonic, please” a voice called out to the bartender. The stranger sighed and ran his hair through his hair.

You chuckled softly while staring at your wine glass. “Rough night?”

The stranger and looked down at the rings on his hands, “I uh. I don’t know yet. Maybe.”

And on que the both of you looked at each other properly. Harry gasped. You were surely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your eyes were instantly wide. Harry Styles was the beautiful man you were going on a date with. Surely he was just in the neighborhood. 

Suddenly Harry felt like he needed to explain his every move to you. “I uh..I’m just waiting for my blind date to arrive but I’m a bit nervous.”

Y/N chuckled at Harry’s words. “Are you Harry?” You quickly scolded yourself in your head and blushed. Of course he was. 

Harry laughed at your mental face palm look on your face and nodded. “Are you, Y/N?”

You gave Harry a small smile and nodded, “I am.”

Harry quickly gave himself a high-five in his head for getting to spend the privilege of getting to be on a date with someone as beautiful as you.

The bartender came over and placed Harry’s drink in front of him. Harry gave him a quick thank you and proceeded to look at you. He smiled and placed his hand out towards the restaurant on the other side of the hotel. “Should we get this blind date started?”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “We shall.” You picked up your things and stood up.

Harry gestured you to go first, “After you.”

As you started to walk away, Harry quickly took his drink and gulped it down. He hissed at the burning alcohol and jogged after you.

You threw your head back in laughter and held your stomach while Harry was laughing pretty loudly himself. “How did you not notice you had a brown stair on your white pants!” You managed to get out in between laughs.

Harry held his hands out in defense, “I thought everyone was staring because they wanted to talk to me! And! I thought they were thinking ‘Wow. How stylish of him to wear those white pants!’”

Y/N finally settled down and wiped a tear from her eyes from laughing so much, “Well it’s good to know my date has such high confidence in himself.”

Harry looked down at his empty plate and chuckled softly, “It is.”

You gave him a smile to which he returned. Suddenly your waiter walked up to you guys, interrupting you guys from admiring one another. “Was there anything else I can do for you guys?”

Harry quickly gave him his credit card. “Go ahead and charge it.” You quickly tried to grab your wallet from your purse, “Here let me.”

Harry shook his head at you. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He then gave a nod to the waiter.

“Harry, you didn’t even look at the bill. Let me at least help.” You said while taking out your credit card. Harry reached over and grabbed your hand, “I got it, love.” Your heart melted at the pet name and both yours and Harry’s hands tinged from one another.

Not wanting the date to end, you and Harry decided to walk to your apartment that was about two blocks away. The whole time getting to know each other more and telling each other incredibly funny stories. Finally the two of you ended up at the front of your door. You turned and looked at Harry who was already smiling down at you. “I had a great time, Harry.”

Harry nodded his head, “I did too.” The two of you started leaning in when Harry was the one that finally brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around your neck. When the both of you pulled away, Harry rested his forehead against yours. “I usually don’t have the first kiss until the third date..” You whispered. Harry smiled, “Guess we’ll have to have another date then. You smiled and nodded, this time you were the one to kiss him first.

With one last kiss and the promise of another date, Harry left and you walked into your apartment. Both of you had the same smile and the same thought in your head, “Have to thank Jeff for that.”

Maybe blind dates weren’t that lame after all.

thank you guys so much for reading! let me know what you guys think! requests are always welcomed!

*that beaut of a gif is sadly not mine!

work © azelforest , do not repost, re-distribute, edit, or claim as your own, etc.
— (Hey, since you guys like this drawing so much, why don’t you drop me some ask or request? I’m totally open for that.)

OK SO, I’ve gotten sooooososoSO inspired by the awesome artist in the fandom that have made so many AU’s and such that I just HAD to draw up a lil something to toss into the ink machine of madness.

The AU’s meant to be in this story atm are:
Toon!Henry (Henry is a Toon)
PhotoCopy (That means there’s doubles)
Sketchy (That means the studio isn’t ‘realistic’ and instead is toonified)
Heartless (That means one or more of the toon’s are without a soul, and are pretty much just mindless monsters, they’re not searchers because they’re legit just like melted bendy)

(I may add more though, there’s a plot to this I’ve created as well but for now I’m keeping it under wraps because I love surprises <333)

Ok, onward to the next thing of business.

 Long story short

I want to make a comic in regards to SEVERAL au’s that many other fans (including myself) have come up with.

However I suck majorly when it comes to making comic’s. I can’t really draw comic panels well or pace them out to where they make sense, I can make scripts just fine, I guess I’m looking for a panel artist?? Or maybe just any artist in general that know’s how to work with comic’s. Either way, perspective is a pain and I need assistance with it to help get this thing going. You’re welcome to pop a message to me if you’re interested, but otherwise I hope you enjoy the art as well as the references I’m gonna drop down below because I couldn’t have thought up any of this stuff without you guys.


@squigglydigglydoo​ has been a HUGE inspiration to this. Alongside their Toon!Henry AU, I went to one of their streams and watched how AWESOMELY they drew out everyone’s favorite demon on Clip Studio Paint. I’d previously bought it but I had no clue how to use it, which is why I started learning and drew this ENTIRE image using it. Needless to say, this gal is a godsend and you should totally support her and her work because GOSH DANG SHE’S SO COOL.

@yunisverse​​ They’re the first person who’s art I bumped into in regards to the Rubberhose AU and their comic (Remade in his image) which was what sold me to the fandom. I hope you don’t mind that I used your based references for the toon’s because I really liked how you drew them so simply but with personality! Definitely worth checking them out and supporting them!

@the-vampire-inside-me​​ Honestly if there was any way to express how fucking awesome this person’s art style is you’d bet your ass I’d straight up say it to em in person. This dude is the one that inspired me to even grow interest within attempting the comic altogether. Their style, their finesse, it’s just too GOOD. I swear they made a bargain with the ink demon himself because ffs henry looks like such a beefcake daddy you’d never wanna stop huggin’.

@askthedevilswing​​ THOSE LINES, THE LINES. AHHHHHHH THEY’RE SO SMOOTHE AND SOFT. Another inspiring artist I’ve fallen pen over pad for with how fantastic their style is and how perfect they grab the studio’s characters. (and also that goddam buff bendy, holy hooligans I’ll never lookat my boi the same way again after that. Brings me to tears EVERY TIME.)

There’s plenty more pal’s out there that I wish I could brag about being amazing, but it’s gettin’ late and this post is pretty long enough as is so I hope everyone in the fandom know’s just how much I adore all their work and keeps at it!!! <333

Father’s Day - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1091

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Unedited and Unbeta’d

Feedback and Constructive Criticism always appreciated

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

“You ready?” You glanced down at JoJo who was still dressed in green pajamas, shifting from foot to foot. You’d taken the time this morning to pull her hair back in a French braid to keep it out of her face, but it had already started to fall out, framing her face.

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright, let’s go!” You picked up the tray of food and nodded your head, letting her lead the way. She bounded down the hall and to your bedroom, stopping at the door. She opened it carefully, peeking inside. “Is he still asleep?”

“Uh huh.” JoJo giggled. “He’s hugging your pillow, Mommy.” You opened the door further, glancing inside and shaking your head. Dean did indeed have his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow. You’d only been out of bed a little over an hour and he was already acting like you’d been gone for an eternity.

“Go ahead.” You whispered. “We’re not gonna let him sleep all day.” JoJo skipped inside, crawling up on the bed while you waited in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. She crawled on top of Dean, who in his sleep, released the pillow and turned to grip her waist. He was used to her crawling on top of him in the middle of the night or early morning, very rarely did it ever wake him.

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Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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Yuuri took pity of how hard it was for Victor to process everything right then.

He explained gently:

“You’re my husband, we’re getting married.”

“How…” Victor began weakly and gulped. “Oh my god, how did I do that?”

Victor coming off painkillers after a bump on the head. He doesn’t recognise Yuuri and asks who the angel in his room is.  Silly, fluff one-shot.

Inspired of course by that video of a man not recognizing his wife while coming round from his surgery, and the many, many fic prompts that has generated.

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You deserve better

Jughead x reader

In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.

(aka me)

It was raining outside. It was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright. The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and I laughed.

“I need a place to stay.” He said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.

“Of course, Jug, whenever.” His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway, so there was no one to tell him no.

“Maybe you should just come and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off, but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real. I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again, homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.

My studying was abandoned, and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle. I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep, his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much better than what he was given.

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted. They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” He asked worriedly, his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.

“Hey, what is it?” One of his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”

I wanted to laugh at his obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head, obviously realising I just needed a hug.

“Shh, Y/N please stop crying. Or at least tell me why you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.

“You’re just really great.” I mumbled into his shirt.


“You’re great okay, Jughead, that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant back to look down at me, smiling.

“You’re crying because… I’m great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,

“Yes, Jug, I’m crying because you’re great.”

“Okay, I’m gonna need some clarification.”

I sighed, leaning further into him, his arm still around me.

“Well I just started thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused smile on his face.

“Y/N, I am happy, you know that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.

“Sure, I have a pretty shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?

I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.

I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.

Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.

@ riverdale writers make him happy pls

The RFA + minor trio as things I have said/done


*On a summer camp, on the phone with my mom* “Yes mom I know my room is a mess, but I swear I’m much cleaner when I share the room with someone!” *kicks three dirty socks and a pair of shorts under the bed*


“My face is God’s gift to humanity, the only thing that’s better is maltesers”


*Looking at k-pop videos until it all gets too much so I have to take a break* “One day I’m gonna sue your fucking asses for being so pretty”


*Looks at my cat walking around and giggles so much I get tears in my eyes because his legs are so cute and smol*


*Sings happily* “crunch crunch, chips for lunch”


*Drops a piece of pasta in my lap when having dinner with people I don’t know* *doesn’t notice until dessert, when it’s too late and they will realize that I’ve had pasta in my lap for half an hour* *awkwardly puts the pasta in my pocket, then forgets it until i put my phone in the pocket the next day*


*Mutters “you don’t deserve it” every time my twin sister asks if I can pass her something, before passing it to her*


*Complains about needing better friends whenever no one laughs at my unfunny dad jokes*


Requested By: @tayrae515

Could you do one where readers parents where abusive and so FP took her/him in when she was younger so Jughead is like her brother and Fp her father. (Same age as Jughead) they are both kinda outsiders and jug teases reader about liking Reggie saying it would ruin her reputation of badassery. Reggie gets jealous when reader starts spending time with someone else. Idk fluff. I’m really terrible at descriptions. 💕

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Description: You grew up in a family that wasn’t the best, your parents were abusive towards you almost everyday. FP overheard yelling one day coming from your house, only to see them hurting you. Ever since that day FP took you in, making Jughead like a brother towards you. You two grew up together, and Jughead did tease you like a sister. Especially when it came to you liking Reggie but having it conflict with your reputation.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2,052

A/N: If you have a bad home life situation, please contact someone to get help so you can be safe! This was really interesting to write, this is my first Reggie imagine so it was fun to create. Hope you like it! :)

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

Each day that went by you didn’t know how you managed to stay happy, or even alive for that matter.

Your parents were alcoholic drunks, who ended up being extremely abusive towards you.

They weren’t always like this though, before you moved to Riverdale your family was happy, if they did drink it was only at dinner.

However, since you moved to the small town they became heavy drinkers, then lashing out at you.

You went to school almost everyday with bruises, but you did your best to hide them with makeup.

One day when you came home, you were in a good mood for once, you did well on your midterm paper.

“Mom, Dad guess what!” You smiled proudly, holding up your paper with an A marked on the front.

“An A? That’s it?” Your dad huffed, taking a swig from a whiskey bottle.

“You’re supposed to be a genius, you’re such a disgrace to this family.” Your mother scolded, grabbing your paper and ripping it.

You stood there in fear, you thought they’d be proud of you for once, you actually thought that maybe just maybe they’d say something nice.

“Why’d you rip it? I worked so hard on it.” You whimpered, looking at the pieces on the floor.

“What did you just say to me?” Your mother spat, grabbing your arm tightly, her nails digging into your skin.

You avoided her eyes, looking at the ground.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you!” She yelled, slapping you across the face.

Your skin burned, but you’d never let her know that.

“My paper..” You mumbled, motioning it towards the floor.

“Your paper is a disgrace Y/N, just like you.” Your father joined in, throwing his bottle at you, which hit you on the leg.

You freed yourself from your mothers grip, running to the living room.

“Y/N! Get back here and face your punishment!” Your mother shouted.

“Stop being a little bitch and own your mistake!” Your father yelled, storming after you.

What happened next was the most fearful part, they’d start beating you.

This was one of the worst ones yet, you weren’t sure if you’d live through this one.

You were going in and out of consciousness when suddenly you were pulled off the floor and carried out.

All you remember was a man taking you somewhere far away from your parents.

You soon awoke in a different house, you heard talking from another room.

You had no idea where you were, just that you were in tons of pain.

You groaned as you tried to sit up, this made the two guys rush over.

“Hey take it easy..” The one said, he looked to be about your age but a bit older.

“How are you feeling?” The older guy questioned, making you groan again.

“I hurt.” You mumbled, clutching your ribs.

“I’ll get her some asprin.” The guy said, getting up and rushing to their kitchen.

“So, you’re probably wondering who I am, and why you’re here.” He spoke, as you nodded.

“My name is FP Jones, and that’s my son Jughead Jones, and the reason you’re here is because I overheard your parents fighting yesterday when I was walking home. It sounded pretty bad so I decided to check it out when I noticed you.” He smiled sadly, looking at you.

“You were barely conscious when I got to you, if I hadn’t I don’t know if you’d be here right now.” He sighed, making a tear fall down your face.

It was all coming back to you now.

Your parents nearly killed you, and FP saved you.

“Where are they?” You questioned quietly, still hesitant around him.

“I called the police, and right now their down at the station, going to jail.” He admitted, watching how you’d react.

At first you felt upset, but then it slowly faded, and to FP’s surprise you hugged him.

He gently hugged you back so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Thank you.” You whispered into his shirt which only made him hold you closer.

Since that day FP took you in as one of his own, Jughead became the older brother you never had, and your parents were in jail for child abuse.

Life was finally good once again, now that you had a whole new family.

“Y/N did you take my muffin?” Jughead questioned, peaking over the counter to look at you.

You quickly hid it, shaking your head innocently.

“Me? Psh. No.” You smiled, making him laugh.

“You thief! You took my muffin!” He ran around the counter, making you get up and run.

“It’s so good! I couldn’t help it!” You laughed, trying to escape, but Jughead was too quick.

He picked you up, grabbing the muffin from your hands.

“You are so sneaky.” He laughed, setting you down.

“It’s a good muffin.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes.

“I wouldn’t know.” He chuckled, walking back into the kitchen.

You made yourself a bagel instead, while Jughead ate his muffin.

You really had become a part of the family, you were a part of the Serpents family now.

You had a bit of a reputation, which you enjoyed.

But you did however have a massive crush on Reggie, the football player.

You and Reggie had a few conversations here and there, you felt like something could happen, but Reggie was hard to read.

Sometimes you’d walk close together, shoulders would brush along with hands, but that was it.

Nobody really got to see the goofy side of him only you.

One day you two were at Pop’s, Reggie was trying to show you how he could balance a spoon on his nose.

You found it extremely funny, making him laugh and the spoon to fall off his nose.

That was one of the best nights you’d had in a long time.

Until Jughead ruined it by teasing you the second you got home.

Ever since then Jughead teased you about liking Reggie.

You would always threaten to hit him in the shoulder, but he’d always run away smirking.

You despised it when he did that, even more when it was around Reggie.

You were sure he knew that you had a thing for him, but like before, you just couldn’t read him.

“You know you should do a test to see if he likes you back.” Veronica brought up one day at lunch.

You looked at her with curiosity.

“Okay, like what?” You asked, taking a bite of your sandwich.

She looked at Betty, who was already in deep thought.

“I have a brilliant idea!” She smirked, looking at Archie.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” Archie shook his head, making you laugh.

Jughead instantly included himself in the conversation, you might not be related but he became your older brother who protected you at all times.

“You’re going to hang out with Archie around Reggie and see how he reacts.” Betty grinned, making Veronica clap her hands.

“Brilliant!” Veronica cheered, laughing.

You glanced at Archie who sighed and eventually agreed.

Jughead gave Archie a look, making Archie laugh.

“She’ll be okay bro.” Archie reassured Jughead, patting him on the back.

After lunch you all went to the lounge area, Reggie and a few other football players were already there.

You took a deep breath, before walking in and going up to Archie.

You both started talking and laughing, catching Reggie’s attention.

He watched you both intently, making you smirk and Archie roll his eyes and laugh.

“The things I do for you.” He laughed, making you laugh too.

“Hey bro, can I borrow Y/N for a moment?” Reggie jumped in, looking at Archie with a death glare.

“Sure bud, see you later Y/N.” He smiled, walking off to find Betty and Veronica.

“What’s up?” You questioned, looking up at him.

“Why were you talking to Archie?” He blurted out, making you laugh.

He was confused at first, not understanding what was so funny, until he started putting the pieces together.

“You are a little sneak.” He laughed, picking you up and twirling you, making you laugh.

“I had to know, and man did you get jealous.” You grinned, making him roll his eyes playfully.

“I did not.” He huffed, but smiled anyways.

“You’re such a bad liar.” You laughed, poking his arm.

“Okay fine! Maybe I did get a tiny bit jealous, but it was only because I like you and I don’t want you to like Archie.” He admitted, making you smile.

“Of course I like you, you goof, why do you think I gave Archie so much attention.” You laughed, shaking your head.

He only laughed, pulling you in for a hug.

“Well for the record, you did capture my attention, and it was worth it.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and walking with you to class.

Sure Jughead might tease you for the rest of your life, and it might lower your reputation but it was worth it, you were finally getting attention by someone who liked you for you, and it was everything you could ever want.

But you were incredibly thankful for FP, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here today and for that you were grateful you had captured his attention.

today i was reflecting in the shower.. where i normally do all of my deeper thinking.. and i couldn’t stop thinking about 2016. i know.. we’re in a new year.. time to let it go.. but i don’t think i properly cleansed myself or made peace with how my year went. and because a lot of what happened to me throughout the year continuously comes to mind.. i knew it was time to sit down and write out my feelings. what has made me the writer or “poet” that i am today.. is i’ve spilled my heart out on paper, time and time again, but lately i’ve been extremely distant. i’m not sure whether it’s because i feel a burden to always be positive and uplifting or because i find myself more afraid than ever. last year i cried. and cried. and cried. more than i’ve ever cried in my 22 years of life. i even made a habit out of watching really sad and emotional movies just so i could find an excuse to. also.. i’ve smoked more than ever before. longing to both - feel.. and be numb. i’d smoke before writing so i could pull certain stories out of me. then i’d smoke after, to forget them. often times.. i just got high enough to make myself fall asleep so i wouldn’t have to deal with anything. in the midst of one of my episodes.. i realized i suffer, and have always suffered, from feeling like nobody really understands me. i’ve always felt like i was someone who was constantly mistaken for an entirely different person. i always feel like i don’t “fit”. i don’t fit around friends.. i don’t fit around family.. i don’t make sense at social gatherings.. i don’t feel at home in my own home. i think a lot of these feelings have come up, from time to time, because i’ve never really known my true identity. all i’ve ever known myself to be is someone that everyone clings to. and not in a “she’s the life of the party” kind of way, but more so, “she’s the person to get advice from” way. and although.. this may sound selfish, sometimes i wish i had someone like me. i wish i had someone who was willing to help solve my problems before solving their own. as i’m typing, i’m starting to cry again. and i’m crying because i don’t know when exactly this will end. or if this discomfort is how i’m meant to live life. maybe this is just the life of an empathic. maybe when i started asking god to “use” me, i signed up for this. the truth is, 2016 should have been the best year of my life. i released a book that hit the best sellers list, i bought my dog that brings an unlimited source of awe to my life, i signed a major publishing deal, i moved out of my parents house and into a new home, i lost friends that never clapped for me, and gained friends who’ve been there for me in every way since, i built this whole “brand” into something much bigger than i ever expected myself to, i found out i was cancer free, i promise the list could continue on. but depression got in the way. of everything. i never once celebrated myself. i never once intervened, and took control. i never even thought to. i felt like whatever i was going through.. i was supposed to. and still.. i’m not sure the reasoning.. i just kept living with a kind of sadness i have yet to find a name for. instead of focusing on all of the goodness that god was placing in my life, i had tunnel vision on everything that i felt was going wrong. i couldn’t see life in a positive light no matter how good things may have got. my parents split up. i was forced to move out. i lost my home base. i went, and still go, months without speaking to either one. my boyfriend was dealing with an ex who continuously threatened to take her life at the account of us being together. all i wanted to do was help her. but couldn’t. i had a new life to take care of, when i could barely take care of my own self. i lost all my friends. literally, every single one. i never ever could leave the house because of how bad my social anxiety was getting. i found out i had a fractured jaw because of the size of a tumor that was holding it in place. i found out i had a fucking tumor that could have been cancerous. i had reconstructive jaw surgery that ruined the nerve and feeling in my mouth. i could not eat or sleep or talk straight for months. i’m still dealing with the pain. i was consistently working and doing interviews right after my surgery. i was and am still extremely exhausted from this. i never properly allowed myself to rest or heal. i started working with a team that could not fully ever understand me which only added to my frustration, loneliness, and sadness. and again, THIS LIST could go on. but more than anything. i was bullied. as my brand kept getting bigger, i was bullied more. and more. and i couldn’t understand how my work, trying to help and heal people, could bring in such negative responses. i couldn’t understand why there were people who were so eager to tear me apart, they would start to attack my image. everyday people attack the way i look and sound. and this kind of bullying brought back a lot of old feelings that i never dealt with as a kid. growing up i was constantly brought down and picked on because of the way i look. i was never skinny enough. or pretty enough. or i was too hairy. or my teeth were too crooked. or my hair was too nappy. or i was too dark. or i was too “black”. or i wasn’t “black enough”. now, i’m receiving - i’m too stupid or i’m too fake. my writing isn’t good enough. my writing is cliche. i look like a monkey. and so on. and so forth. and as i’m typing these things.. i find myself giggling a bit, wondering why i even allow these things to bother me. but truthfully, all negativity from outside sources bothers me. no matter what form it comes in. i always question, “what have i done to deserve this?” and although i often ignore these nasty comments, i’ve realized i harbor the feelings i receive when i see these comments. embarrassment. frustration. confusion. hurt. disappointment. betrayal. i let these statements affect me to the point where i’m starting to silence my voice. i’m starting to be more afraid to speak up for myself. the thought of confrontation makes me nervous. the thought of even receiving any awful comments makes my stomach flip. so i won’t say anything at all. i’ll keep everything to myself if it’ll keep the mean people and their nasty opinions away. but i’m trying to break out of this. i really am. i’m trying to be more understanding of the way people work. i know.. that the way we treat people is a reflection of the way we treat or view ourselves. meaning.. those who are willing to go out of their way to attack a person for absolutely no reason, ultimately feel that they need to. either because, they don’t have enough love for themselves, to be consumed within themselves and their own positivity, or, simply, they hate themselves just as much as they hate me. and not personally, but mainly, their views of life are formed in a negative and hateful way.. more often than not. idk.. maybe i’m getting too ahead of myself. or maybe i make sense and i’m afraid no one will understand it. lol. but anyway. idk. i’m just glad i got to get these things off my chest because i feel like my readers.. and supporters.. or those who just fuck with me, for whichever reason.. are always looking forward to hearing from me. and i’m trying to, again, be more accepting of the fact that not everyone is going to always like my shit. my writing. my poetry. my points of view. my ideas. and that’s okay. that doesn’t make me any less of an artist or woman or idealist.. and that doesn’t make whomever else any less than either. i’m thankful. for these moments of clarity because they really ground me and put me back in my place. i get to reflect on how i’ve sabotaged my own life.. and i pray that god help me heal from it. the reality of this all is.. i’m my own worse enemy. and i have been.. for most of my life. and i know this because i would have never ever allowed myself to go through all the hardships that i did. i would have never allowed myself to not only deal with half the people i’ve dealt with - but also.. i wouldn’t have allowed myself to be as affected by negativity as i was. all i was doing, and all i’ve been doing, is place energy in places and spaces that my energy was never meant to be. 2016 was the ending. i firmly believe this because there is always a storm before a sunny day. there were times last year when i thought i was out of touch with myself and i couldn’t hear god as clearly as i’m used to.. but really.. s/he was with me all along. guiding me to this place i’m in now. this place of - understanding, acceptance, and gratitude. i’m finally understanding that sometimes we go through shit. sometimes a lot of shit. but what we go through doesn’t define us. it shapes us into the people that we’re ultimately meant to be. stronger. wiser. and happier.. if anything. i’m finally accepting that some things, many things, are out of our control. but we have much more control than we think. the way we react to life will result in our karma. we can choose how to react and ultimately this will help affect all of our situations moving forward. i’m also learning to accept people as they are. everyone will do as they please. and not everyone will be considerate of mine, or anyone else’s, feelings. in knowing this, i have to constantly remind myself to not take anything personal. the longer i feed into other peoples negativity, the longer i’ll be miserable. misery is the result of not fully understanding or not fully having control over certain situations. but the more intuitive we are.. the easier it will be to keep away from misery. and finally.. i’m grateful for the one friend i had all along.. whom i never give enough credit to. my best friend and boyfriend. every single tear that came strolling down my cheek.. he was always here to help wipe and then uplift me. the more silence i become the more he encourages me to speak. even if he, himself, doesn’t fully understand. i’m grateful to god for showing up in all forms. people. places. numbers. symbols. etc. i cannot be anymore thankful for my relationship with god. for not only helping me get through one of the best/worst years of my life.. but also.. for giving me the strength to open up about it. knowing.. that everyone’s perception of me is that i’ve “got it all together.”
—  Reyna Biddy
Meant to Be - Part Eight: Silence

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open, @jamiltonhivemind, and @sovroski for drawing me tHE BEST ART PLEASE YOU ARE ALL AMAZING 

also @mymintispeeling for adding tags that literally make me laugh out loud (ex. #we’re reaching new tips of the yikesberg)

A/N: this is a lot… i feel like it’s badly organized aaah, but enjoy anyway <3

“You can’t be in here.”

“He was just trying to work on his art project.”

“School’s over, boys. Pack up your things and leave.”

“He can’t! He passed out.”

“That’s not my problem. We could have a lawsuit on our hands if the board found out one of you got hurt when the school’s supposed to be closed.”

“With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.”

John’s eyes cracked open slightly. His mouth felt dry. His head was pounding. He blinked twice to clear his vision, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was staring at a pair of loafer-clad feet. He was very close to the floor, but his head felt cushioned. He rolled his head to look up, and found himself staring at Aaron’s chin, set forward defiantly. He realized then that his head was nestled into the boy’s lap.

Aaron looked down when John shifted his head, and his eyes brightened. “John, you’re awake! Are you okay?”

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ok guys,,,, let’s get into this bc i blame @sonhoedesrazao and ed sheeran for this!!! so,,, while reading this, maybe head over to spotify, or apple music, or napster, or pandora, or whatever u guys use these days to stream music and listen to ‘happier’ by ed and cry :):) (but also like, read this. please.)

so,,, I truly believe that Sonja didn’t just stay with Even because she felt obligated, and i have serious problems with how she handled Even falling for Isak but I truly think that she was in love and worried and scared,,,, so the thing she feared most was losing him, and i guess that’s why she tried to convince everyone, but mostly herself, that it “was a manic episode”, but she knew this goes on too long now, “he cares //too much//, this is not a manic episode, but i really really don’t wanna lose him” 

so defaulting it to “it’s a manic episode” was so much easier than thinking even really was falling for someone else, and that feels awful,

  • so just imagine you’ve been with someone for four years, through ups and downs and probably through him being diagnosed with bipolar,,, and then see them fall for someone else
  • she probably felt something like “i stayed with him through the worst and this is what i get?”, it’s an awful thing to think but a natural reaction and i think that’s mostly why she acted and reacted the way she did in the show
  • she’s a strong woman, because just think about that phone call with Isak in ep10 where she tells him to “just be there for Even”

okay long story short i am getting off the point of this post, which is the song:

  • it takes months for her to feel better, or like, not that hurt anymore and all the while she sees Even glowing,,,,
    • Sonja going onto Isak’s instagram bc,,, she knows she shouldn’t but she can’t help herself, she can’t let go yet and she sees them together and it’s like a punch in the gut,,,
    • one picture maybe even has the caption “the sun” or “my love” (bc,,, we all know Isak is sappy af when it comes to Even) and she tears up because yeah that’s exactly what Even looks like, so much happier, he does
    • the first time she sees them out in the open together she can’t help but change the street side because it hurts too much and she’s actually really surprised how much it hurts because she thought she’s handling all of this pretty well, and she’s going out and talks to her friends but seeing is something else,,, or another time:
    • Sonja almost running into them on the street because it’s not likely to not meet each other and Even has his arm around Isak like he used to do with her, and then she thinks about how long has it been since he held me like that? like he couldn’t stand away from her? and then she realizes,,, yeah Even might have left for Isak but they were broken for a long time and then she slowly starts healing and then
  • imagine that they meet up one day (when they’re both ready) and talk about it all, because she left when even was still depressed and she must’ve felt terrible, and when Even gets better and Isak tells him one day that,,, Sonja helped him, and he’s thankful for that and also a little melancholy because four years is a long time and it’s not like he was faking it all the time so they meet up and it’s hard and it hurts and there are definitely some tears on Sonja’s side but it’s a closure for both of them
  • and Sonja realizes that “you look happier, you do” and “you were /always/ that force of life, if you can say so, you were always beaming, but now you’re glowing” like yeah she realizes even more that Isak is good for him and the thing is, she loves Even, and it was so hard at first being away from him but now she can honestly be happy for him and accept that they were important to each other and they always will be but that they have to go their separate ways now

My Jared photo op story!
This was my first ever convention. I am so so pleased with everything. Thank you Jared so much for this experience.
I was waiting in line, so super anxious and tearing up. It was like everything was hitting me at once. I was seeing Jared posing for all these cute pictures with fans and I was just so excited. I was about to meet my biggest inspiration and hope. I continued to repeat what I was going to say in my head to make sure I made this time worth while, because I was really scared it was going to be super rushed (but it actually wasn’t!). I’m also pretty sure Jared was looking at me through the line, probably because I looked like a wreck and wanted to make sure I was okay 😂. I was almost next and the staff took my ticket. She said “don’t cry yet! It’ll be great, you can cry after” so that made me laugh and feel a bit better. The girl in front of me got her picture taken and I was finally able to go up to him. I said hi and he goes “hi how are you!” He then realized me tearing up so he bent down gave me a hug and I was able to whisper in his ear. (Well I was more like screaming so he could hear me cause they had music playing so loud!). But I got to tell him some personal things, how much he has inspired me, and how I couldn’t do it without him. He immediately turns to me, face light up, gives me a high five, grabs my hand and says “wow! I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.” I said thank you and started crying again. He gave me another really tight hug, looked at me with the most sincere eyes and said, “I know that’s not easy, I know. But that is so fucking awesome. I am so proud.” He would not let go of me, and we still haven’t even taken the picture yet! But he waited to make sure I was okay before rushing anything. I told him thank you and how much he has inspired me, he had the kindest smile the whole time and just kept repeating how proud he was. I handed him the flower crown and asked if he would wear it. He said of course and put it on. He looked at me for a little bit, raised his eyebrows and said, “look good?” And OH MY GOD HE LOOKED AMAZING. at this point I was finally able to stop the tears, and I had the biggest smile. He noticed, smiled back and asked what I would like for the pose. I asked if he could hug me from behind. He smiles, nods, and says, “of course!” He pulled me in closer and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled so big. I was so happy. After the picture was taken he gave me another tight hug, continued to say how proud he was, gave me another high five and held my hand to make sure I was okay. And he still had the flower crown on! I told him how thankful I was and also how proud I am of him. He gave me a very sincere smile. One of the staff members came and took the flower crown off his head, cause it was looking like he wasn’t going to! 😂 and she handed it back to me. As he gave me another hug goodbye, another staff member held my hand. As he let go and I walked off, she continued to talk with me and hold my hand. She said “I know it’s hard to let go of Jared’s hand and not have another hand to hold.” I told her how thankful I was and continued to tear up again. She told me the picture looks so cute and walked me out of the room to make sure I was okay and found my friend. As soon as I walked out I stopped and broke down. My friend ran to me and gave me a tight hug. I was able to tell her a little bit of what happened. A sweet couple behind me came over to me and told me how cute of picture it was and how Jared was smiling. That made me so happy! Another girl waiting in line saw me crying and said, “are you okay? It’s good, girl! You did it! You did it!” Everyone was so nice. It was an experience I will forever cherish and be thankful for, all because of Jared Padalecki.

cr: exo-ido

i was looking through my videos and then i saw this. i have avoided watching any fancams from this day because it still hurts me to this day. nothing to do with me losing faith because i never will but the fact it was a really really painful day for them and us.

it’s pretty obvious in the entire video he had tears in his eyes but from 0.40 onwards, his eyes reflected tears so clearly and he looked like he was in so much pain trying not to cry.

nini wasn’t the only one hurting that night.

why would he be the way he was that night if none of this concerned him. i think it’s safe to say kyungsoo hasn’t been seen publicly teary over anything, not even when members left exo. he was always strong and optimistic.

 if this doesn’t say something about them, i don’t know what else can. the two of them have come so far, i’m so proud.

Surprise! (Dan Howell x Reader)

A/N: so it was my birthday four days ago (monday) and it went pretty well. Anyways going to Washington D.C tomorrow so expect some maze runner imagines because its a solid two hour drive. 

warnings: None (unless you count crap as a swear word)

You were sitting on Zoe’s couch, you had left London to stay with Zoe and Alfie in Brighton while Dan and Phil was on tour. You missed Dan so much. Sure you two skyped every two weeks and texted nonstop but it wasn’t the same. And hear you were, on your birthday. At least you have Zoe and Alfie to spend your birthday with. 

“Ok so today is Y/N’s birthday and Zoe is out getting her birthday present. She has no idea what it is,” You heard Alfie mumble to the camera. 

“What was that Alfie?” You asked. 

“Nothing Y/N!”” Alfie responded. All of the sudden your phone started ringing. It was Dan. You quickly answered it. 

“Hi Dan,” You said. You felt a smile come across your face. 

“Hey baby. You enjoying your birthday?” Dan asked through the phone. 

“Yeah just wished you were here, Phil too,” You replied. 

“Hi Y/N” You heard Phil yell in the background. 

“Hi Phil,” You chuckled. 

“We have to go now, I’ll call you later tonight,” Dan said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You mumbled. You ended the call and threw your phone on the couch. 

“Aw does someone miss their boyfriend?” Alfie teased as he pointed the camera at you. 

“Oh shut up.” You said with a small laugh. “When is Zoe so post to get here?”

“Soon Y/N,” Alfie answered you. You heard a phone buzz so you quickly ran over to your phone but it turns out it was Alfie’s. “Oh that’s her. You have to go into the guest room real quick.” 

“Alright,” You sighed. You grabbed your phone from the couch and walked into your room, which was the guest room. You flopped down on your bed and started to scroll through your old photos. They were all from the summer. Most of them actually were of you, Dan, and Phil doing weird crap. You then opened up Instagram and went to Dan’s account. You started looking through all of his posts till you came across a picture of you and him. It was when you two first started dating. You were staring at the stars and Dan had got the perfect photo of you. 

The stars are pretty tonight, but Y/N is prettier

You couldn’t help but to smile at the caption. 

“Alright Y/N you can come out now!” You heard Zoe yell. You walked out of the room, down the stairs and into the lounge room. Zoe had a small gift on the table that had your name on it. You glanced over at Alfie, who had the camera out which made you a little suspicious. You walked over to the table, sat on your knees and grabbed the gift. You carefully unwrapped to find that is was a a box. 

“You took two hours just to get a box?” you asked Zoe. 

“Open the box,” Zoe said. You carefully opened the box to find it was a necklace. The necklace had a silver heat on it. “Here I’ll help you put it on.” Zoe grabbed the necklace from your hands and walked behind you. You lifted your hair as Zoe placed the necklace around your neck. She quickly connect it. 

“Look at the back,” Alfie pointed out. You glanced down at the heart and turned it around. 

The stars may be pretty but you my dear are prettier -Dan

You couldn’t help but to smile. You turned around to thank Zoe but it was Dan who was standing behind you. He was the one who put the necklace on you. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say anything. 

“You think Phil and I would let you spend your birthday by yourself?” Dan asked. You couldn’t answer because tears were streaming down your face. Dan carefully lifted your head up so you would meet his eyes. He then kissed your forehead. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Phil yelled. you quickly let go of Dan and walked over to hug Phil. You then walked back over to Dan and ended up getting pulled back into a hug.

“Thank you,” You said to him. 

“Anything for you,” He said to you. 

A Summer Gone is a Summer Changed

Jughead x Reader

Summary: The reader, Jellybean’s babysitter, goes off to volunteer over the summer and comes back to find the Jones’ home and family has deteriorated. 

Word Count: 3,404

Parking your car on graveled driveway of the town’s trailer park, you grabbed your bag and hopped out. You walked through the uncut grass, swatting at the mosquitoes that took a liking to your legs and arms. Finally, you reached the small porch that led to the front door of the grubby trailer you had grown much too familiar with. Without even knocking, you swung open the  broken screen door and fit your key into the door, unlocking it. Not looking at your new surroundings, you brushed the hair out of your eyes as you gently shut the door. Turning around, you were quickly caught off guard by the messiness of the house and empty beer bottles laid out across every surface.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself before pulling out your phone and texting Mrs. Jones about her and Jellybean’s whereabouts.

For 2 years, you had been babysitting Jellybean. The past summer however, you had taken a break for a volunteer opportunity. As soon as you got back, Mrs. Jones asked if you could babysit Jellybean again, which of course you agreed to. The only thing she had forgotten to mention was that not only did they no longer live in the trailer, but a lot else had changed since you had been gone.

Reading Gladys’ text, you cursed to yourself for not noticing her subsequent message telling you her new location. You swiftly texted her back, volunteering to drive to the new location to babysit Jellybean, but Gladys, acknowledging that by the time you got there it would be too late, politely declined your offer.

Sighing, you stuffed your phone into your back pocket and looked at the new state of the trailer. To begin, the trailer reeked of alcohol. You held your breath, as your eyes scanned the living room. Dirty laundry, pipes, and dishes were scattered everywhere. Deciding not to waste the trip over to the trailer, you began to pick up the beer cans, dirty bowls, and glasses. Carrying the handful into the kitchen, you felt a can slip out of your grasp, falling onto the floor and spilling out week old beer.

“Shit!” You said to yourself, setting down what was left in your arms, and grabbing a paper towel to clean up the mess you had made.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” A familiar voice asked from behind you. Thinking you were alone in the trailer, the words made you jump, falling into the puddle of beer.

“For fuck’s sake.” You said, throwing your hands in the air and pulling yourself up before turning to see a disheveled Jughead Jones standing in front of you. Eyeing his body, you realized that he was in his pajamas, and that your racket had likely woke him up.

“Jughead, I can explain. I was supposed to babysit Jellybean and I’ve been gone for a really long time and I didn’t realize you had moved or that they had moved to be exact and so I got here to babysit her and it turned out that your mom had texted me the other address and I didn’t see it and so I-” Waving his hand at you he groaned. “Stop, it’s fine. Look you don’t have to clean anything up. I clean up about once a week. Anything more than that is useless. The mess piles up within hours, so it’s easier to clean it all in one go.” He explained, as if he had a process for dealing with the squalor.

Stepping towards him you frowned. You had known Jughead for years, since childhood. Your mother and his had been friends since you were children, so when you became old enough, you were his mother’s first choice as a babysitter for Jellybean. You knew that Jughead could have easily looked after her, but you adored Jellybean, and begged to be her babysitter from when you were just a child yourself. You knew Jughead better than anyone else. While you didn’t hang out a lot in daily life, he had been a constant presence in your life since you were about five. Every time you came to babysit Jellybean, Jughead would help you prepare her meals. When you would put on a movie for her, Jughead would make popcorn for the both of you and sit beside you quietly as you watched the film. When Jellybean would go to bed, you and Jughead would recommend books for the other to read and catch up on what was happening in the each other’s lives. “What happened. If they moved, why are you still here. What happened to your dad?”

Shaking his head, he hopped onto the counter and reached for the open bag of chips on the counter. “Dad, he kind of…fell off the wagon. Archie’s dad fired him. But I couldn’t just leave him. If we all left, how would he ever get back on track. “

You looked at the mess once more, and then looked back at Jughead. “But you don’t deserve this, Juggie.” You said, your heart breaking by the moment. “Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home earlier. I could’ve helped.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t call you. Y/N you’ve talked about going off to volunteer, going to help others, for as long as I’ve known you. I wasn’t going to ruin that experience for you.” Jughead said between bites. Dropping another chip in his mouth, you crossed your arms.

“Yeah, I have talked about wanting to volunteer and help others, but not if the people closest to me need help. I mean, how is Jellybean? How are you?” You asked, distressed by the whole situation.

“She’s alright. She’s doing well in school, but she misses you. I miss you.” Jughead said, his voice trailing off at the last bit.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed at his chest. “Jughead stop.”

“No, I’m serious. I don’t have anyone to talk to about books and movies. Nobody really cares except for you. And everything has just been such a mess and you’re really the only person I can talk to about it. You’re the only person I can talk to about anything, the only person I want to talk to about anything.” He told you, looking at you shyly. This was the first time you had seen Jughead nervous or uncomfortable around you.

Placing your hand on his leg to comfort, you gave him a small smile. “Jug, you know I’m always here for you. I wish I had been there for you over the summer. That must have been so hard for you.”

Jughead nodded at you. “I remember the last night Jellybean was here. She came to my room and climbed onto my bed. Her eyes were puffy and she just looked at me and asked why she couldn’t just live with you and me all of the time. At that point, my mom and dad were fighting pretty heavily. But to see her, the strongest 10 year old I know, start bawling her eyes out because she would rather live with her babysitter and her brother than her own parents, my heart just broke.”

A tear ran down your cheek and you took his hand in yours. “She asked me if she could call you every night, Y/N. I told her that you couldn’t receive calls from where you were from. It was so selfish of me to lie to her, but I knew that if I talked to you, if I heard your voice, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from asking you to come home.”

You just looked at him with shock and confusion. “What about Archie? What about Betty? They’re your best friends. Why didn’t you talk to them? You know they would’ve helped.”

“You don’t get it, Y/N. They aren’t you. They don’t know that my dad is a Serpent, or that him and my mother fight all of the time. I don’t talk about myself to them. I avoid it as much as possible, actually.” Jughead shrugged, taking his hand away from yours.

“Jughead. You’ve got to trust people. Not everyone is your parents. And think about it, you would rather tell your little sister’s babysitter about your life than your best friends. It just doesn’t make sense.” You said, exasperated.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know that you mean more to me than just Jellybean’s babysitter. You know how I feel about you.” He told you firmly, referencing a night from the previous year.

One Year Before:

“Jughead, I am telling you, Ex Machina is a good movie.” You tried to reason, but his position on the subject remained the same. Jellybean had been in bed for about an hour, and yet Jughead’s parents had yet to come home. For the past 45 minutes, you had been sitting on the living room couch, arguing with Jughead about movies.

“Y/N, we’ve been over this. It’s overdone. It’s like a Syfy movie that managed to make it to the big screen.” Jughead’s analogy made you roll your eyes.

“Coming from the guy who loves E.T. I mean is that not the same thing.” You asked, genuinely miffed.

“God no. E.T. is a classic. E.T. paved the road for the science fiction genre. It’s a cinematic experience.” He told you, as if it was obvious.

His serious expression made you giggle. “You’re impossible, Jughead.”

Your laugh made him crack a smile, and for a moment, you both just sat there, not saying a word.

Breaking the silence, Jughead slowly brought his hand over, and laid it gently on top of yours. “You are the only person I can talk to about this kind of stuff. You’re the only person who gets it.”

Smiling you shook your head. “Jughead we don’t agree half of the time.”

“At first. But then I usually cave or you cave. Either way you are the only one that even cares about the things I care about.” Jughead’s voice had gone down to a whisper, and you noticed that he wasn’t looking at you anymore. His eyes focused on your lips, as if he was waiting, waiting for you to say something that would make it okay for him to do what he had wanted to do for years.

“I feel the same way.” You told him quietly. You both knew that you weren’t just talking about interests anymore. So Jughead took that as his cue. His hands cupped your face as his lips met yours. You were shocked at first, but slowly melted into him, relaxing into the warmth of his body and how soft his lips were. Just as you began to kiss him back, you heard the creak of the screen door opening, to which you and Jughead broke apart, practically flying onto opposite sides of the couch. You looked at him, watching his chest rise and fall in heavy breaths. Meeting his eyes for a second, you quickly looked away, before turning back to observe the pinkness of his lips and cheeks.

The front door opened, and you hopped up, grabbing your bag. Mrs. Jones thanked you profusely for watching Jellybean, and soon after you were scurrying out the door. As you closed the door, your eyes caught Jughead’s for a fleeting moment. With that, you shut the door, and you never spoke of the kiss again.

Images of the night played in your head as if they had happened within the past few days, but your mind questioned whether Jughead was actually referring to a moment that had happened so long ago. You wondered why he hadn’t brought it up before.

“Jughead I- we aren’t even friends. I don’t know how you feel about me at all, actually. We don’t talk at school. We’ve never hung out outside of this house. I don’t know what our relationship even is.” You said, utterly confused.

“So then you’re telling me that you haven’t thought about that kiss at all? Or that you hadn’t ever thought about it before then?” Jughead questioned you.

You tried to speak but all that managed to happen was you opening and then closing your mouth. You couldn’t process the fact that he was finally bringing up the kiss while simultaneously admitting that he had thought about it long before when it happened.

“Right, okay. My bad then. I guess you’re right, we aren’t even friends. And since that’s the case, I think you should go. You’re just Jellybean’s babysitter after all and she isn’t here.” He said, sardonically. Sliding off the counter, he reached down and picked up the now empty beer can, tossing it in the trash. As he stood back up, he gave you one last look and shook his head, before turning on his heel and heading to his bedroom.

As you heard the bedroom door shut, you counted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. Grabbing a kitchen towel from the cupboard below the sink, you tried to dry your beer soaked clothes. You held your head in your hands, conflicted on what to do. Slowly, you worked up the courage to walk down the cramped hallway of the trailer, to Jughead’s room. His door was shut, and you analyzed the door, fit with the usual teen ‘keep out’ sticker.

“Jughead, open the door.” You called, and were answered with the sound of music being turned on.

“Jughead, please. Please, I’m sorry. I’m not just Jellybean’s babysitter. I know that. So can you please just open the do-” As you went to finish the sentence, the door swung open, and you saw Jughead, looking at you with a blank expression on his face. After opening the door, he turned around and plopped onto his bed, pulling his laptop into his lap.

You sat on the bed beside him, unsure of what to say. Jughead sensed this, and rolled his eyes, turning his head to look at you. “Are you just going to sit there or do you actually have something to say?”

Not being able to find words, you leaned forward and kissed him, holding his face gently in your hands. Quickly you pulled away, and waited for his reaction. Instead of saying anything, he smirked.

“Seriously?” You asked him, before lightly shutting his laptop and pulling him in to kiss you again. At first, he didn’t kiss back, but when you went to pull away once more, you were stopped by Jughead’s hands reaching up and tangling themselves in your hair as he cupped your cheeks to pull you closer. As you deepened the kiss, Jughead’s hands separated from you for a moment to push his laptop aside. This time, his hands went to your waist, as he moved you onto his lap. Within seconds, you were laying on top of him, his hands in your hair and yours on his chest as your light kiss had turned into a full on makeout session. You hadn’t expected this to happen, but you weren’t surprised when it did.

“Jughead!” You heard a raspy voice call from the other room, just before the sound of the door slamming shut.

You and Jughead both froze. As fast as possible, you jumped off of him, while he sat up and fixed his beanie and wrinkled shirt. Watching Jughead’s startled expression, your hands went to your hair, neatly trying to comb it out. The event felt eerily similar to the one a year prior.

“Coming dad!” Jughead yelled from beside you. He stood up, before turning to you and motioning for you to follow.

You approached the living room with caution, scared of what you might find. Soon enough, your eyes met the bloodshot ones of Jughead’s father. He looked rough, to say the least. Throughout the years, he hadn’t been around as much as the others, so your relationship with him still felt uncomfortable and unnerving.

To your shock and Jughead’s horror, he smiled when he saw you, before looking at Jughead. “You finally fucked her?” He asked, nodding towards me. Jughead started to shake his head but his dad continued. “Bout’ damn time. After all of the years of being a little pussy.”

You watched Jughead’s face contort into complete anguish, but before you could say anything, Jughead’s dad began talking to you. “He tell you all the times he would ask us to leave the house just so you would have to babysit? I told him just to fuck you already but he would just go on about having ‘feelings’ like a fucking girl.”

By now you had realized that his dad was beyond shitfaced, but you sensed there was some truth in his words.

Looking at his dad and then back at Jughead, you panicked. “I have to go.” You muttered before running past his dad and out the door. You ran down the steps of the porch, and were just about to reach your car when you heard the front door shut behind you.

“Y/N don’t do this. Not again. I’m sorry about my dad. He gets drunk in the afternoons now and I know it’s bad.” Jughead panted as he caught up to you.

“I don’t care about your dad. I care about you. Was he telling the truth?” You asked, visibly distraught.

“I-I-yes.” Jughead answered, breaking eye contact, and focusing on the rocks below him.

“How long?” You probed, hoping he would tell the truth.

“I mean…I have-I’ve liked you for about four years, but after you started babysitting Jellybean, I think I- I fell in love with you.” Jughead still refused to look up at you, and his words shocked you to no extent.

Shaking your head, you failed to understand how you had missed this. “What about the babysitting thing? What did he mean when he said that you made them leave the house?”

Squinting his eyes closed as though he was afraid to look at you when he said the words, he responded. “About eighty percent of the time that you babysat Jellybean, I asked my parents to go out so that I could spend more time with you.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly. “Why didn’t you just ask me to hang out? I’ve known you since we were five.”

“You’re so confident. I figured that if you had wanted to hang out with me in the real world, you would have just asked.” Jughead explained, clearly embarrassed.

“Oh Juggie. I just never thought about it. I kind of liked our little world. Talking to you feels like I get to escape reality for awhile and I didn’t want that to change.” Every word you spoke, and every memory with Jughead that resurfaced in your mind bubbled up into the realization of just how much you cared for this boy.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

You frowned and lifted his chin up so that he had to look at you. “You know I would’ve kissed you back a year ago if your parents hadn’t walked in? You should’ve told them to leave the house a little longer.”

Your words were a huge relief for him, as he realized that you didn’t think he was crazy for his methods in trying to spend time with you. His smile made you smile, and suddenly, you were blushing.

“You really love me Jones?” You questioned, holding his hand in yours and raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, hesitant as to what your reaction would be.

“Then how about we go on a real date, outside of your house? You can tell me all about this summer and I’ll help you devise a plan to get everything back to normal. In between a massive plate of fries and kisses, of course ” As you finished speaking, Jughead’s eyes lit up, a smile forming on his face, so wide that you didn’t think anything could break it.

“As long as you agree that Ex Machina is a horrible film.” He responded, opening the passenger seat of your car.

“Fine, but only because I love you too.” You said, placing a light kiss on his lips, and climbing into the driver’s seat of your car.

Never had you seen Jughead so happy, and as your hands intertwined with his, you knew that you would do anything to make sure that he, and Jellybean, were okay.

Where’s My Love - Stiles Stilinski

listen to the song here ( I REALLY RECOMMEND THIS ONE GUYZ )

Cold bones

Yeah that’s my love

She hides away like a ghost

“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” You sing songed, running all over the Stilinski’s back yard.

Your families were neighbors, and both you and Stiles were six, so you played together every day.  It was a fast and easy friendship to make.

“No fair! You’re faster than me!” The boy with messy hair panted.  You giggled, spinning around, your pigtails flying.  

“Come on Mitchy!”

“I said I wanna be Stiles!” You shook your head, running over to him and jumping onto his back.  He caught you with ease, and began running around again.  It was amazing how much energy kids could have.

“Well everyone else can call you Stiles, because I’m the only one who gets to know your real name” You said cheekily.

“Okay! It’ll be a special thing.  I’ll call you… uh… y/n/n!” You giggled at the silliness and nodded.

“Okay deal!” You agreed.

Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same?

Don’t wanna cry but I break that way

“It’s an emergency Stiles!” You whined through your bedroom door.  He stood in the hall on the other side.

“Is it? Because last time you told me something was an emergency, you were distracting me and you took my best pokemon card and my Mets hat!” he said back.  

“Please” You begged.

“Ugh” You heard him stomp his foot on the floor.  “Fine.  But only because somehow your puppy eyes work through the door” He said, and opened it.  “I don’t know how you-” Stiles stopped when he saw you, jaw dropping open at the sight.

Tonight was your first school dance, you were seventh graders.  It was low key, but still a milestone.  And… you’d never dressed up before.  Not even a skirt.  SO when Stiles saw you in a cream colored dress with a simple brown belt, his eyes had noticeably widened.

“Oh my god is it that bad?” Tears welled in your eyes and Stiles quickly shook his head, crossing his room to you.

“No no, it’s great, it’s um, it’s pretty” He’d never said anything that made him feel so awkward.  But he was telling the truth.  In fact he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, but he didn’t want to cross a line.  You looked down at your outfit unsurely, a few tears slipping from your eyes.  “No don’t cry y/n, don’t cry” He walked behind you, and zipped up the last two  inches, because you couldn’t reach it and gave up.  “I mean it you look really pretty, like, princess pretty”

“Thanks Mitchy” You mumbled, finally glancing up and taking in his button down and nice pants.  He even had a tie.  You smiled and grabbed onto his hand.  “Come on, be my prince charming for the night”

God his heart was like thunder in his chest.

Cold sheets, but where’s my love?

I am searching high, I’m searching low

In the night ooh

He was lying in bed, trying not to cry, if he was being honest.  But every time he looked over, there was that picture frame of him and y/n at the carnival.  A selfie he’d taken when they got to the top of the ferris wheel.  She had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck.  Her cheek was resting on his shoulder, his Mets cap on her head and his scarf tied around her neck.  She was smiling big at the camera.  He knew that she had the same frame next to her bed as well, but he also knew she wasn’t looking at it right now.

No, at this moment she was out on a date with Jackson Whittemore.  Yeah.  Jackass Whittemore of all people.  Stiles had been trying to come to terms of it, they were halfway through sophomore year and he’d asked her out the third week of school.  Stiles was there, and he just sat and watched her giddy answer of a yes.

He groaned, rolling over in bed, and slamming his pillow on top of the back of his head.  He begged for suffocation.

Five minutes later there was knocking on his door.

“Go away Dad, I’m not in the mood” More knocks.  Stiles groaned and got up, crossing the room and whipping it open.  “Dad I said-” He froze upon seeing you.  Quickly he wiped his face to hide that he’d been crying earlier.  Not very manly to cry.

“Your Dad let me in” You whispered.  He stepped aside, and you slowly walked into his room.

“I thought that uh.. I thought tonight you-”

“Jackson was fucking with Makayla” You said bluntly, but quietly as you pretended to admire the little things on his desk.  Though you’d been there millions of times before.  Stiles sat on the end of his bed, your back to him.

“He did?” He all but growled out.

“Don’t go picking a fight” You scolded immediately.  “But yep” You popped the p.  “Screwing her since we’ve been dating, probably still is” You shrugged, and walked around to the other side of the room.  Your eyes landed on his bedside table.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, picking up the familiar picture frame.  You smiled at it, letting your fingers run over the glass gently.  You missed those days.  Stiles flopped back on the bed, and you walked back towards the door, turning off the lights and shutting the door..  “Are you going home?” Stiles asked.  You shrugged your jacket off, shaking your head again.  You kicked off your shoes, and made a pile of them and your coat by the door.  He watched as you crawled into his bed.

“I wanna stay here” You said, and your voice cracked.  Stiles reached out for you instantly, pulling you against him and cradling you.

“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered as you cried silently into his shirt.

“I thought I loved him” You admitted, and a pang of hurt tapped into his heart.  “I guess I really am that typical teenage girl” You whispered.

“No… no y/n you’re so much more than that” He told you.  “You’re beautiful, and smart, and you’re going to achieve so much in your life, and Jackson will whither away with his herpes and probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere- not that Scott and I will have anything to do with that” You laughed quietly into his shirt, and it made Stiles smile.

“Well… maybe Scott can use some werewolf powers and give him a little scare…” You said, and Stiles laughed.  A few minutes of silence passed.  Stiles hand both arms wound around you, and you had your hands pressed against his chest, head resting on top of them.

“y/n I care so much about you… more than you know” He told you.  You didn’t respond.  “y/n?” No response.  The softest of snores left your lips, and Stiles bit the inside of his cheek.

Maybe the universe was telling him that you weren’t meant to know the truth.

I’ve got a fear

Oh in my blood

She was carried up

Into the clouds

High above ooh

You were giggling when your arms shot out for the small trash bucket, and you began hacking into it.

“Shh… Shh” He cooed, rubbing your back, and readjusting the blanket he had previously wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry I’m not much fun for movie night tonight” You sniffled.

So far your junior year was going alright.  It had just started, and there was no supernatural dilemma, and you and Stiles were back to being strong again.  Maybe… maybe too strong? Lately every time the boy looked at you or touched you, your heart would flutter and you knew what that meant.  But it confused you.  Stiles was your best friend, you couldn’t fall for him.  

Could you?

“It’s okay, we don’t have to watch anything y/n you’ve been sick all week maybe you should lay down”

“No I don’t want to get in your bed then you’ll get sick”

“Trust me you’ve already gotten me sick I’m sure” He replied, turning on the space heater and dragging it over to where you sat on the floor. He’d moved all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you could just be under a mountain of blankets and watched movies.  It had gone great for the first fifteen minutes, but then you puked into the popcorn bowl.

“I’m sorry Stiles, I’m ruining your night” You frowned, and warmed your freezing hands up by the heater.  He shook his head, smiling softly and taking your hands between his, rubbing them together to generate more heat.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re here” You buried yourself more in the blanket so he couldn’t see your blush.  “And you’re not dying.  That’s what would ruin movie night.  But it’s just the flu” Stiles chuckled. “You want something to drink maybe? Orange juice? Hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate sounds nice” You said with a big sweet smile that asked him silently to go make it for you.  He nodded, and stood up, ruffling your hair before heading into the kitchen.  The second h was gone, you whipped out your phone.


To y/n: shit i knew you were in love with him.  Alli owes me twenty and Kye owes me ten

If you bleed I’ll bleed the same

If you’re scared, I’m on my way

A shit storm of pain had come to you in a hurricane of long tan legs, and eight years experience of being a coyote.

It had been two months since you lost Allison, a girl you’d grown to become quite close with, almost as close as Lydia.  Lydia being your closest girl friend.  So when she died, you mourned just as much as the rest of them.  Stiles had seen you cry, but never that much.  He’d comforted you every second of the day for a solid three weeks.  You often spent the night wrapped up in his arms and blankets, sobbing as he cooed soft things to you and stroked your hair.

And it was time.  You knew it was time.  It was time for you to take control of your feelings, and tell him how you really felt.  That every second you’re around him, you want it to last forever.  That every time he spoke, you wanted to reach across the table and kiss him.  That when you rode next to him in the Jeep, you wanted to take his hand and intertwine your fingers together.  That every time he touched you, sparks ignited and danced along your skin.  That every time he looked at you, you just wanted to scream I love you.

You’d never power walked so quickly through the school hall.  As soon as Scott told you that he’d seen Stiles go into the chem lab, you’d spun around and made your way to the classroom.  It was the end of the day, every other student in the building was walking out towards the parking lot, eager to get home.  But not you.

You were a girl on a mission.  You neared the door, and quickly pulled out your phone to check your makeup.  Flawless, you heard Lydia say in your head.  Hell, you were even so confident that you winked at your reflection.  This.  Was.  It.

You smiled big and opened the door.

If you could go back in time, and change one thing, this would be it.  Because walking in on Stiles and Malia making out in the empty classroom, crushed everything you had left in you.  It took your happiness, your confidence, your dignity.  You felt utterly stupid.

Just as Stiles had caught your eye, you turned away and legitimately ran through the halls, suddenly you felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough.

Mission aborted.

Did you run away, did you run away

I don’t need to know

But if you ran away

If you ran away come back home

“Hey y/n, it’s Stiles again.  I’m not really sure if you’re ignoring me or not, I’ve called you twelve times now, but if you are please call me back I want to fix it… uh… I’ll see you later and I hope you’re alright” You closed your eyes tight, not wanting to hear these voicemails anymore.

You shut off your phone, tossing it onto your bed.

Two days ago, you walked in on Malia kissing the fuck out of Stiles.  She had her hands in his hair, hell, you could see her tongue.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed away your tears with the palms of your hands.  You hadn’t been back to school since it happened.  How could you? Show your face after complete shame? Not to mention how devastated you felt.  Even a little betrayed.  Lydia had pushed you to confess to Stiles, she’d told you that she saw the way he looked at you, that friends didn’t look at each other like that.

I guess I was too late, you thought to yourself.  You were always too late.

You woke up to your doorbell ringing, followed by pounding on your front door.  You groaned, knowing you were the only person in the house to answer.  The rain was dumping outside, and it was actually helping you get to sleep.  Which was now ruined thanks to whoever your visitor was.  You pulled on a jacket over your tee shirt and jeans, and padded down the stairs.  You checked the clock on the way.

“Who’s coming here at eleven o’clock on a Thursday night?” You mumbled to yourself.  Then opened the door.

“Tell me why you’re ignoring” You almost gasped aloud when Stiles spoke the second the door opened.

“I don’t know wha-”

“Don’t bullshit me y/n tell me right now why you’re ignoring me” His hair was so soaked it hung over his face.  His clothes stuck to him, and you could see his pained expression.  He’d been crying.

“Stiles I-I can’t”

“You have a mouth and you’re clearly able to speak, so you very well can, tell me”

“No Stiles, I can’t”

“Why the hell not? What happened y/n? Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you!?” You screamed, and shoved him on his shoulders, taking him by surprise, as he stumbled backwards.  You stepped outside towards him.  “You think I’m ignoring you because I hate you!?” You punched the sides of your fists against his chest.  “You fucking idiot I’m ignoring you because I fucking love you and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it!” You continued to attack him.  “Lydia told me oh no y/n, the way he looks at you and blah blah all that shit! And so after weeks I muster the courage to go tell you and what do I find Stiels!? You! Making out with- with Malia!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, getting soaked under the downpour.  He snatchde your wrists so you’d stop hitting him.

“Oh so you think it’s that fucking easy!?” Stiles yelled back, and you silenced yourself.  “I didn’t even have the slightest amount of bravery to just waltz up to you and tell you I was fucking in love with you! You know what happened that day y/n? In the lab!?” you didn’t say anything, just stood staring at him, silent tears rushing down your pink cheeks.  “Malia kissed me, and I pushed her off because I was in love with you”

“Key word was” You muttered under your breath.  Stiles grabbed your chin roughly between his forefinger and chin.  Forcing you too look up at him.  His eyes were so intense, you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Am” He emphasized.  “I am in love with you, and you don’t get to say shit because I have been since we were six” Your chest rose and fell quickly, desperate to catch a full breath.  It was silent for a good four seconds.  Four seconds of starting at each other with such passion that it was too much.

How do you fix unresolved passion?

You both jumped forward, your lips colliding in a kiss that made you see stars behind your eyes.  Stiles’ hands were cupped around your cheeks, and yours ran up into his wet hair.  Everything was wet and you wanted to cry tears of joy, tears of relief.

“I love you” He breathed.

“I love you too” You responded, and wrapped your arms around his neck.  You hugged each other tight, standing outside in the rain, but not caring to move.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain” Stiles mumbled.  “Kinda romantic”

“I was thinking sexy” You mused.  He hummed.

“Well then let’s go inside”

And when you nodded, it was the first time Stiles was ever faster than you.

Just come home

Joker Imagine - Used & Tortured PART 2

Anonymous said:can you pleaseplease please do a sequel to “used and tortured” where y/n finally grasps the courage to tell J who did it and he tortures him and gets revenge? its probably really lane but i just love it sm

Part 1 *click me*

NOTE: The bad character/kidnapper in this imagine is just someone I made up.

Originally posted by mysteryof-darkness

Joker’s P.O.V.

I was all alone again. She wasn’t here by my side. Half of our bed was cold. Y/N was just gone

Our penthouse seemed colder without her here. So I was outside as much as possible. ‘’Y/N!’’ I yelled loudly, feeling a mix of emotions running through my veins. Feelings I hated. Anger, misery, pure rage and confusion. It was dark. So dark that I couldn’t see. I only felt things. Now I was cold. ‘’Y/N!’’ I tried again, but my only answer was my own echo.

Suddenly I felt tired, really tired. A light came out of nowhere, beaming on the ground in front of me. I saw a lifeless body. It was Y/N. ‘’No’’ I growled and stepped closer. My legs were heavier as I got near the body. She was naked, full of bruises and bleeding wounds. Then I saw her eyes, dull like a doll’s eyes. She looked dead.

I collapsed on my knees next to her and let her blood soak my clothes. ‘’Who did this to you?!’’ I shrieked out loudly, feeling a stinging pain in my body. I wasn’t an expert on naming these sad feelings. ‘’Speak to me’’ I demanded, but she didn’t. I put my hand on her face and I held my breath in agony. Instead of seeing her normally, her face fell apart in my hands. My eyes widened and I let go immediately. What the hell?

‘’J! Snap out of it!’’ Her lifeless body told me. I stood up and looked at her in confusion. ‘’You’re..’’ I tried to speak, but then my mouth felt like it was glued shut. ‘’Wake up’’ She told me again. Suddenly my vision blurred until I saw nothing but darkness. I opened my eyes and now I was in a safer place, our bedroom.

Y/N was right in front of me and she seemed worried. Her hand was on my cheek and her body was close to mine, under the same warm blanket. We were home. Right, we found her. She’s safe now. ‘’Was it a nightmare?’’ She broke the silence, bringing me back to reality. God it felt good to see her there instead of waking up alone with an awful unsure feeling.

Y/N was the only one who could make the voices in my head go away.

‘’Something like that’’ I sighed, not wanting to admit it to her. Then I pulled her body closer so I could be as close to her as I could without hurting her. She scented like her favourite shampoo because we took a real long bath before going to bed. Then I recognized gunpowder and my cologne. It killed me to think that I didn’t take care of her better. I was so stuck with my criminal job that I totally ignored Y/N and she got kidnapped. Damn I’d tear those men limb by limb the second I could. They’d regret hurting my queen. I repeat my queen.

‘’J’’ She whispered quietly, making me look into her pretty E/C eyes. It relieved me to see that glimpse of life in them. ‘’Yes?’’ I purred tiredly then gently running my fingers across her bare arm. ‘’I remember what they called the boss’’ She admitted, kinda surprising me because I didn’t expect to hear that in the middle of the night. Bloodthirst and anger ignited in my heart as I remembered.

‘’Tell me’’ I demanded seriously, ready to get up and get those motherfuckers now. ‘’Cosmo’’ She whispered to me. First it didn’t ring any bells, but when she continued, I saw his ugly face in my mind. ‘’He had a jacket with ‘newblood’ written on it. Then he had red hair and yellow contact lenses’’ Y/N continued with a fragile voice. The girl who was usually so happy and crazy was now so small and broken. It made me so angry. So fucking full of hatred. 

‘’Cosmo’’ I growled and then sat up in bed. Cosmo was a stupid wannabe gangster. He came to Gotham a while ago with his little squad and they made ‘newblood’. They wanted to get rid of the biggies like me so they could take over Gotham.I should have guessed! ‘’I’m going to kill him’’ I promised Y/N and got up. I was ready to leave now. 

‘’J’’ She said my name a little louder. I groaned and turned to look at her. She was covering her almost naked body with the purple blanket. I tried my best to stay as calm as I could, but it was hard. Most people knew that I had trouble controlling myself. ‘’Where are you going?’’ Y/N asked me. I looked away from her and grabbed my black jeans from the end of the bed. ‘’I’m going for a ride baby. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon with a surprise’’ I promised her, but I sounded a little wicked. I could already picture how I’d torture that sad pathetic piece of shit in my mind.

‘’I don’t want to be alone’’ She told me and looked away, almost like she was ashamed. It made me stop doing what I was doing. Y/N was really sad, like so sad that it was hard to understand. I didn’t know what to do. ‘’You’re safe here you know that’’ I tried to reassure her. Suddenly she faced me with glistening eyes. ‘’I’m coming with you’’ She let me know. ‘’You sure you want to?’’ I cleared my throat and then crawled back in bed. I put my hands on her face and looked deep in her eyes. I could tell that she was scared, yet she nodded.

‘’Let’s go kick his ass’’ She tried to smile. Although she had gone through that, she still had to spark of cruelty in her soul. ‘’That’s my girl’’ I smiled back, happy that she wanted to come. Damn Cosmo would be sorry and so would his men.


Frost had been nice enough to gather my best henchmen and we were now at the hideout for the ‘newbloods’. It was a stupid of building at the west side of the city close to the old factories. We were going there with seven black cars with me, Y/N, Frost and four more men in the lead. I was dressed in my black pants, my maroon button up shirt and my silver jacket. Then I had the perfect torture plan in my head, driven my anger and the hunger for revenge. 

Frost parked the car near the doors and I hurried outside. Y/N and I were surrounded by my goons as we all got ready. I bet Cosmo noticed us already and he was behind a window wetting his pants. ‘’Knock knock!’’ I yelled loudly, loading my gun that I would use to hurt him, not kill him. Oh no shooting him would be too kind. He’d be tortured so bad he’d wish he was never born.

‘’It’s polite to open the door since we don’t want to barge in’’ I yelled again, but the truth was that I was more than happy to explode the door and the wall around it. Nothing came back. So I looked at a goon dressed in a batman suit and I gave him a nod. You see fake batsy had a rocket launcher. Everyone stepped back to a safe distance and then we watched. A few seconds later he launched the deadly gun and a loud explosion ruined the door completely. I giggled happily as I saw fire and a few of Cosmo’s goons burning on the ground.

‘’Let’s get him boys!’’ I declared loudly and then most of us hurried inside. I grabbed Y/N’s hand because I wouldn’t dare to lose sight of her. She grabbed my hand a little tighter and then we went inside as well. Oh no one, I mean no one would get away with disrespecting my queen. The only person I actually cared about besides myself. Cosmo Cosmo, such a shame he was so dumb.

My goons did the job for us, making it easy to find Cosmo. They shot every single man under Cosmo’s command. Soon he’d just give himself to us. The place smelled like drugs, dirt and blood. Gunshots echoed through the dark building as men fell down dead. Y/N and I could just walk though smoothly. I kept glancing at her tho, because I was worried. She looked a little nervous, but she wanted this.

‘’Cosmo!’’ I called out for him. We all stopped on the second floor with loads of guns, dead bodies, cameras, dirty beds and locked doors. I saw cocaine bags and it smelled like it too. As the gunshots calmed down I heard women’s cries. Not that I was a saviour or anything but I couldn’t help but to think of Y/N. Just two days ago she was here, behind those doors. It made my anger ten times worse. ‘’Let them out for fuck’s sake. He can’t keep anything’’ I spat harshly to some of my goons. They nodded and walked to the doors. Then I looked around angrily, scanning everything I could.

Then I saw a door just a little better than the others. I knew that the rat was hiding there. So I walked over and shot the lock a few times. ‘’Come out come out’’ I growled and kicked the door open. My goons ran inside first, but I followed closely. There was was, trying to get out the window.Oh hell no. I ran over, letting go of Y/N’s hand at the same time. Then I grabbed Cosmo’s black leather jacket and pulled him inside and smashed him on the floor. He landed on his back and yelled like a little girl.

Now that I saw him like this I felt like I could kill him right here and now. He was so dirty, full of sin. He hurt my girl. He touched her! I couldn’t even say anything until mu anger got the best of me. I started punching his ugly face. I wanted to smash his skull into a billion pieces. He coughed out blood after a few punches, but I kept going.  ‘’How does it feel like? Huh?’’ I hissed and grabbed his jaw tightly, making him look up to me. My breathing got heavy and I felt like a wild animal. Cosmo was panting , but he didn’t reply.

Then I punched his nose so hard that I could hear and feel it breaking under my touch. ‘’You have no idea what I’m going to do to you’’ I laughed darkly. After beating his face until he bled a lot, I cupped his cheeks. ‘’We’ll have a good time, right?’’ I snickered, wiping away some blood from his face. Cosmo tried to speak, but I covered his mouth and nose, not letting him breathe.

‘’I’d love to kill you right now, but I have better plans’’ I pouted, speaking slowly.Cosmo tried to hit me so he could breathe, but I slapped him. It was really hard not to kill him on the spot, but I knew it would be too easy for him. So I got up and let my henchmen take him to the torture room back home. I turned to look at Y/N. I couldn’t tell if she was happy or disgusted perhaps scared.

‘’You’re bleeding’’ She told me. Then she walked over and grabbed my hand, showing me my knuckles. She was right. ‘’It’s worth it’’ I shrugged and then took a deep breath. Y/N kissed my hand gently and then hugged me. It took me back a little bit, but I didn’t mind. It took me a few seconds to hug her back, even tho I didn’t tend to show affection on heists. This one just happened to be different.

‘’Thank you’’ She whispered gratefully. I just nodded and ran my fingers through her soft hair. I’d do anything for this girl, but I didn’t know how to say it out loud. Even tho I was bad at showing my feelings, she could tell. She didn’t need normal love, because she could read the little signs. ‘’Now let’s go home. I’m sure you want to get your sweet revenge’’ 


A/N: Haaaaa I actually think that..this has to continue in part 3 :)

Tools of Survival (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has been feeling really insecure about herself, and wishes she could see the upper floors of the Sanctuary. 

Characters: Negan x Female (She is in a wheelchair) 

Word Count: 5,047

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff (like super fluff), Swearing

Author’s Note: I wrote this for @theblack-wolf who said she was feeling really down and wanted to read a fic about a character in a wheelchair. I have no idea what it’s like to need a wheelchair, but I did my best based on what I do know and have heard from friends who use them. 

I take care of physically disabled individuals with my job, and they use wheelchairs. I know that they can get very frustrated, especially about things that people like me take for granted every single day. 

This Negan is VERY fluffy. When I’m feeling down, I like to read fluffy Neegs.

I am always happy to hear what you think! Shoot me a message and tell me what you thought! If you want to be on my tag list, let me know!

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