lost her head

to whom loves her next there are a few things you should know.
she doesn’t open up easily or at all. please do not get offended by this. and she may go radio silent for a while but don’t fear she is just lost in her head. she’ll come back to you. she always will. even when you break her heart for the first time, she comes back. and the second time.. she always comes back. she never knows when to stop loving, just like she never knows when to stop over watering plants because she’s so afraid they aren’t getting enough. she also needs constant reassurance so please don’t get annoyed when she wants attention or constant reassurance through out the day. she’s been hurt so many times it’s hard to believe that people could be so cruel to something so beautiful.
she loves to take photographs and she loves to read. she starts reading a book and then she finds another book and starts reading that one cause she’s just so excited and forgets to read the end of the other book so don’t ask why she does that, cause she doesn’t know. she loves animals more than anything so yes that means her two horses, three dogs and chinchilla come first. she’s vegan so make sure you check to see if there’s any milk in the chips or cookies if you buy them for her at the grocery store, which you should. she loves cooking but doesn’t like to clean up the kitchen mess. she HATES dirt. she loves the sky and stars so please make sure you stop to look at sunsets whenever you’re together. she doesn’t talk about her dad but she always wants to. she has a love hate relationship with her mother even though her mother doesn’t know it. child birth scares the crap out of her so she’d rather adopt. she claims she hates kids but once you see her with her little cousin who’s like her little brother the smile she’s wearing when they hug says different. she’s amazing with kids even though she thinks they are annoying. she has big dreams like wanting to end world hunger or becoming an activist. she cries when she see’s animals on the street. also, she’ll bring home animals from the street. she loves her family and friends even though she keeps to herself. she hates stickers and she loves traveling. and when you find her crying into her calms on the bathroom floor at 3 am please do not yell at her and tell her to get over it, instead sit next to her and just hold her hand, she doesn’t want to talk about it. please make sure she takes her medication. in fact stand right there in front of her until she takes it cause if you leave she won’t. she’ll call you an ass and get mad but she’ll love you for it. she loves flowers, especially yellow tulips. she misses her dad everyday. she has a sadness inside her that will never go away so please be there for her even when she pushes you away. her favorite color is blue even though she doesn’t have a favorite color, blue was her dad’s favorite color so when you ask she always says blue. she loves nature and hiking but make sure to make her drink water because she always forget and then feels like shit later on in the day. she hates doing the dishes but doesn’t mind cleaning anything else. she’s an old soul but she has a young spirit and personality at the same time. she has like 10 different laughs and they are all cute but she hates them so please tell her that they are your favorite. please tell her you love her every day because she will say that you don’t. so to the one who loves her next please know she is something so extraordinary that if you lose her you will spend the rest of your life regretting. i know because i am.
—  Deeply feeling series
As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion–she lost her head over it–we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I’d met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I’d been kissing, but maybe I’m always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there’s breath, I’ve heard, there’s hope.
—  Daphne Gottlieb

petition for the fourth AOS Star Trek to be about going back in time to save the whales.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a fic where there's a school shooting and betty gets shot

This angst though

Betty slammed a hand over Veronica’s mouth, her fingers shaking as she pushed herself against the wall.

“Don’t speak” she whispered through gritted teeth, Veronica’s tears falling freely down Betty’s arms.

A shot rang through the halls and Betty swallowed the sick that was threatening to creep up, removing her hand from Veronica’s, she laced her fingers through her best friends hand and squeezed as they both stared at the ceiling. The door to the chemistry lab slammed open abruptly causing Betty and Veronica to whip around to face whatever was coming towards them.

“Archie.” Veronica whimpered, running towards the red headed boy.

Jughead stood behind Archie, shoving him aside, his shoulders slumping in relief when he caught Betty’s bright green eyes.

“Bets.” He whispered from his spot by the door.

That’s all it took before she was dropping into his arms, tears staining his red flannel as she squeezed him against her, his grip so tight on her shoulders she knew she would have bruises.

“What’s happening.” She asked, looking up into her boyfriends stormy eyes, Jughead shook his head.

“I don’t know, someone has a gun.. someone.. it’s a nightmare bets.” He shuddered at what he had just seen as he ran through the halls.

Heavy footsteps sounded from outside the door and Jughead grabbed Betty’s arms flinging her out of view and signaling at Archie to get down.

The booming voice echoed through the halls, piercing into the classroom the four teens were in.

“Ethel Muggs, I’ve been looking for you.”

Veronica gasped

Archie squeezed her tighter
“Dilton Doiley”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Do you see what’s happened here? Do you see what happens when you reject someone, do you see what happens when you don’t give someone a chance. You broke my heart, now I’m gonna stop yours.” It didn’t even sound like Dilton, it was something much more dangerous, something vile.

Before Jughead even knew what was happening Betty had ripped herself out of his grasp and was heading for the door

“Betty! No!” Jughead cried helplessly, his hands coming out to reach for her as she slammed out the door.

Betty stood before Dilton with shaky knees, moving to stand directly in front of Ethel.

“Dilton.. you.. you don’t have to do this”

The small boys eyes widened at the scene before him

“Betty, go back inside. I don’t want to hurt you, you’ve always been so nice to me.” He waved the gun around frantically.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, you can just…”

She was cut off by the sound of a crushing pop, her vision going black as she dropped the floor on her knees, clutching her side.

She vaguely heard Dilton in the back ground
“I didn’t mean to! It just went off!” He rambled.

Suddenly someone had her in their arms, long fingers pressing heavily into her side, she glanced up to see Archie pinning Dilton to the ground and Veronica screaming into her cellphone, her vision was obscured by familiar blue eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake Juliet. Do not leave me.” The shaky voiced boy cried, tears dripping onto her skin.

She was dying.

everything was fading, the pain was blinding and when she opened her mouth to speak it felt like she was swallowing gallons of water.

“Juggie..” she choked out.

“Don’t talk” he begged “Betty please.. stay with me.. you can’t..”

The paramedics rushed in, pushing Jughead aside and hoisting Betty up.

Veronica raced behind them, “I’ll ride in the ambulance with her. Call Betty’s family, I’ll meet you at the hospital”.

Jughead stood in the middle of the hallway, his hands covered in the love of his life’s blood. Archie clapped a hand to his shoulder

“Come on, she needs you.”


Hours, it was hours of waiting and waiting.. and waiting. Finally the doctor came through the doors, Jughead jumped forward followed by Alice and Hal as Archie woke up with a start, Veronica pulling him to his feet.

“She’s stable, she’s going to be okay, we managed to remove the bullet.”

Alice collapsed in tears of relief, Hal holding his wife up, smiling as he cried.

“She’s asking for someone named Jughead?” Before the doctor was able to finish his sentence, Jughead was scrambling past the nurses and slamming into Betty’s hospital room.

He stood before her, staring down at the beautiful blonde, connected to tubes and looking incredibly small and frail.

“Juggie” she smiled tiredly

He dropped to his knees by her bedside, clutching her tiny hand

“I thought I lost you.”

She shook her head.

“I thought I lost you, I saw you die” he continued
“ don’t ever do that again okay? You can’t do that to me I love you”

She lifted her hand to his cheek
“ okay juggie”

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead to hers

“I love you”

He breathed gently on her face


BONUS: Mika did not sleep at all:

Art trade with the amazing @naaibi!! (Just in time for Christmas– Happy Holidays, everyone!!)

It started out as a simple idea to draw Mika and Yuu in modern clothes, but we elaborately expanded it into an AU where Mika and Yuu accidentally fall asleep on the bus on the way home (after such a wonderful day hanging out), and ultimately get super lost……..

Somebody Else Pt 6

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I didn’t know which of the three photos to pick so I put the three of them lol. 

You stopped abruptly and turned around to see one of the worst things you’ve ever seen, Jungkook sprawled on the floor, blood sprouting from his body, eyes closed and body covered with glass. You feared the worst, running to his figure lying on the ground you crouched, crying and calling his name.

“Please don’t leave me, please. SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!”

You felt the air being sucked from your lungs the minutes it took the ambulance to get to the place and the path from the accident to the hospital, tears flowing from your eyes incessantly, unsteadily breathing while you strongly held Jungkook until the doctors took him away to the emergency room and you had to let go of him.

Three tortuous hours passed before the surgeon emerged from the emergency room.

“We have stabilized him, he suffered a fracture in two of his right ribs and a spleen rupture, but we were able to close the wound fast enough.” The doctor explained to you, blood returning to your pale face.

“Are you a relative of the patient? I need you to sign these papers that authorize Mr. Jeon’s hospitalization,” the doctor asked.

“I am his girlfriend,” you replied without really thinking, the weight of those words quickly making effect in your mind, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

“That will suffice, please sign here” the surgeon handed you some papers and a pen to sign them, you signed them quickly and gave them back to him.

“You can see him in an hour when he is taken to intensive care” the doctor told you before turning around and leaving.

That hour served you a bit to think about the events that had happened in the last weeks, your feelings for Jungkook, your feelings for Taehyung, Jungkook’s thought of  him being ripped from your life forever, his almost lifeless body lying on the pavement , you never wanted to see or feel the same thing again in your life. It was terrifying to think that someone could disappear from your life with the snap of two fingers. What had happened was your fault, because you were the one who ran away from the place without looking back, no mattering that Jungkook was running after you, shouting your name, imploring you to listen.

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You Catch More Flies with Honey than with Vinegar / Reggie Mantle

Words: 1489

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) slides out of her booth at Pop’s and heads for the door, tired of yet another one of Reggie’s attempts of pursuing her. 

“Hey wait up!” he calls, rushing out of his seat to follow her. (Y/N) had made it out of the diner and Reggie had to jog a few steps to catch up with her. “Please,” he says, reaching out to gently grasp her arm.

She releases a frustrated groan and yanks her arm out of his grip. She stops walking and turns to face him. “What?” she demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

Reggie seemed lost for words, shaking her head (Y/N) goes to turn until she finally hears him speak. “I just want to talk.” Slowly, (Y/N) lets out a breath and lifts a hand, motioning him to continue. “I don’t really know how to do this,” he tells her.

She raises an eyebrow, “You think?” she questions.

Thinking back over the past month, (Y/N) could recall at least a dozen instances where Reggie had tried to gain her attention that had gone horribly wrong. 

When he first began to try and win her over, he approached her at school, his friends behind him, and in front of everyone-publicly declared his intentions. Everyone who knows (Y/N) understands her lack of anticipation to be in the limelight and this stunt he pulled caused a lot of unwanted attention. 

Reggie attempted to impress her on the football field-but his actions caused a number of injuries to those from the other team. And while, of course she had school spirit and was happy the Bulldogs won-she hated seeing people get hurt.

That’s why when her friend Betty had told her about the playbook she found and that Reggie was in it-she was beyond mad. (Y/N) can’t stand it when someone plays with another’s feelings-especially when it is extremely clear how wrong the actions are in the first place. 

Reggie managed to cross yet another line when (Y/N) found Jughead as a target-yet again-to the football team. While he may not have said anything himself to ridicule her friend, it was the fact that he had just stood there and laughed with the others while Jughead was being humiliated.

Reggie had his moments, (Y/N) knew that. He could be kind and compassionate, honest and affectionate. 

He was always sweet to her-had never uttered a bad word to or about her. Whenever they were together, he always ensured she saw warm enough or comfortable enough or had had enough to eat that day. 

But it’s not enough.

(Y/N) couldn’t tolerate his-anyone’s-idle standing by when people were being hurt and teased-let alone his occasional involvement. These actions went against a lot of her principles and she wouldn’t let herself get involved with someone who so openly had such little respect for other people.

“Look,” Reggie sighs, “I really, really like you,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”

(Y/N)’s expression softens and her arms drop, “Reg,” she groans.

“I know you like me too, okay? I just don’t understand why you keep pushing me away?”

(Y/N) ignores his comment, “You haven’t figured it out by now?” she laughs. 

“Would I be chasing after you like a mad man and standing out here in the cold if I had?” he demands.

“We see things differently,” she tells him, “and whether I like you or not. I can’t accept certain…parts of you.” Hurt flashes across his face and (Y/N) felt her chest tighten. “I’m sorry…but I can’t change what I think. I’ve always had strong opinions and I’m sorry.”

Reggie shakes his head, “I should be apologising. Not you.”

“I would never ask you to-”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I know you wouldn’t.”


“No,” he says, “please don’t. I should get going,” he smiles, (Y/N) knew instantly it was fake. “I’ll see you around.”

He takes a few steps back before turning around, starting to walk away. “Reggie?” she calls after him. 

He stops in his tracks, turns his head so he could see her, “Yeah?”

The words were caught in her throat, “I-” she stops herself. “Goodnight,” she whispers.

He nods his head, “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) felt worse now than she could ever remember. She felt guilty for how she treated Reggie and she wished she could take it all back. 

“What’s up with you?” a voice says from behind her, moving to sit on the seat next to her.

She looks up at the person beside her and offers him a small smile, “Nothing,” she says. Archie gives her a pointed look and she felt her smile fall. “I think I made a huge mistake last night,” she admits. 

“With Reggie?” he asks, knowingly. (Y/N) didn’t bother asking how he knew, she only nodded. “Talk to him.”

“I can’t face him. Not after what I said.”

“He’ll forgive you,” Archie tells her. “He’s practically in love with you, (Y/N).”

She remains silent, “I don’t deserve his forgiveness,” she argues. “I think I was cruel.”

“We all say things we don’t mean,” Archie says, leaning back in his seat. “Believe me,” he scoffs.

“I understand that…but I think I hurt him. And I hate that I did that. You know how I feel about people hurting others-and I went and did just that.” (Y/N) could feel tears pool in her eyes. “I feel so guilty.”

Archie wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “Stop worrying so much. I’m sure Reggie will understand.”

“Understand what? That I’m a horrible person?”

Archie snorts, “You’re the least horrible person I have ever met.”

“I want to make it up to him,” (Y/N) says, nodding her head in agreement with her own words.

“The go find him.”

“Now?” she questions, pulling away from Archie’s hold. He only nods in reply. “Now,” she whispers. (Y/N) stands, letting Archie’s arm fall. “I’ll go find him now,” she smiles, “and I’ll apologise.”

(Y/N) wanders around the school, checking the halls and the oval until she finally found him in the student lounge. He was sat on the couch surrounded by his friends. 

She enters the room slowly and spends a moment to take him in. He was laughing at something that someone must have said, looking as carefree and happy as (Y/N) had grown used to. 

When his eyes find her, his expression falters. His brow furrows as he realises she’s across the room. He stands on his feet, momentarily forgetting his friends. “Are you okay?” he asks softly when he approaches her.

(Y/N) takes his hand, much to his surprise, and leads him out to the hallway. “I have to apologise.”

Reggie shakes his head, “You really don’t. You were right.”

“No,” she insists, tightening her hold on his hand, “I wasn’t. I was rude and I hurt you. And I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologising.”

“No,” she repeats. “I need you to forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he denies.

“Please,” she begs. 

Reggie frowns, lifting a hand to her face. (Y/N) closes her eyes as his hand makes contact with her skin. He rests his palm on her cheek for a small moment before his hand slides to the back of her neck.

“If you really want me to,” he mumbles, “then I forgive you.”

Reggie pulls her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. (Y/N) holds him tight in return, her hands clutching his shoulders. “You were right,” she whispers in his ear.

“About what?” he questions with curiosity. He attempts to pull away so he could see her face, but her grip only tightens in response.

“I do like you,” she mumbles. 

Reggie couldn’t help but let the smile he felt coming form. “Told you,” he replies.  (Y/N) hits his shoulder and muffles her laugh as she buries her head in his neck. “(Y/N)?”


“I’m going to try to be better,” he says quietly. She bites her lip gently, shifting her head so she could see him. He peers down at her with a smile, “Promise me something?” he asks.


“Promise that you’ll stay by me,” he says. “It may take some time-but I want to be better.”

(Y/N) closes her eyes, “Of course, I will. But Reggie,” she begins, “it won’t take as long as you think. You’re a good person. A kind person. You just sometimes…make bad decisions. But everyone does. And I was…mistaken when I judged you.”

“It’s in the past,” he shrugs, removing his arms from her. (Y/N) frowns at his actions but reluctantly takes a step back. “And thank you,” he tells her, full of sincerity. 

(Y/N) smiles bashfully as he continues to stare at her. “Stop,” she mumbles but he only laughs. 

“Let me take you out,” he exclaims without hesitation. 

She snorts, “We’re at school.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Not now. Tonight?”

“Okay,” she nods. “Tonight.”

The Sleepover

I realized that although I put the link on here for the A03 fic, I never actually posted the fic on here, so, without further adieu, a Bughead Sleepover.

“Hey!” Betty crossed the short distance to where Jughead was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Jughead had seen Betty coming through the door and hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then set it back in it’s place. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Betty smiled. She got back up and stood at the counter. “Hey, Pop? Could we get an order of french fries please?”

Pop Tate smiled and nodded at her, and Betty turned to sit down with Jughead.

Jughead stared at her for just a moment before laughing. “Well? Are you going to give me a hint?”

Betty returned his smile. “No, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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anonymous asked:

i loveeee your fics they're the best!! can you do one where since jughead is now living with archie him and betty are making out on archie's bed and archie walks in on them

Alright a little treat before the big comeback of the show!! *so excited* This has no plot whatsoever and it is not angsty at all!! It’s just pure fluff and full of banter and hilarious situations with Jughead being a happy and normal teenager for once, Archie being an awkward friend and Fred Andrews being an embarassing dad to both of them. Thank you for requesting and your kind words and I hope you like it, nonnie!!! Enjoy, all you amazing people! <3

 “Step away from the weights. I promise you, life’s sweet and you have a lot of reasons to not die today.”

Jughead scoffed at the teasing voice behind him, a shake of his head indicating his mix of amusement at her sassy humor and irritation at her lack of confidence in him, plus the reason that made him come even remotely close to such atrocious fitness things, before dropping to the floor with a tiny grunt the silver hand weight he has holding with both his own hands. That was exercise enough for centuries in his books and his intention wasn’t, even to the slightest, to work any of his perfectly, natural-grown muscles to begin with, when he stomped into Archie’s room in fury.

“Hilarious input, Betty Cooper.” He turned to face her, the blonde girl shrugging with a pleased smile. “Is stand-up comedy in your future plans or only we have the pleasure of being blessed with your sardonic one-liners?” Snarky words and snarky raised eyebrows, this right there was Jughead Jones 101 but not with Betty, never with her. The fact that he chose a witty comment over a lovely smirk or a mild teasing comeback was sign enough that something was off.

Thankfully, those days their biggest concern – well, his biggest concern, Betty was just collateral damage of her boyfriend’s venting – wasn’t their ignorant parents nor the Blossom case, that was put on hold temporarily, but something equally earth-shuttering according to bro-code; prank wars.

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saudade || stiles stilinski

word count: 3075

warnings: major character loss

prompt: none

author’s note: double post! beware, the feels may get to you.


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anonymous asked:

“Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.” Dramione!!!!!!! (Your fremione ice cream one shot was magic)

Thank you!! 😊

Level One

Draco slipped into the elevator, tugging on the end of his robe with a flourish to keep it from catching in the closing doors.

“You again,” Hermione Granger said, an unamused frown adorning her lips.

“Me again,” Draco replied with a smirk.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were following me.”

“It’s cute you think I find you worth following.”

Her glare was cutting, but she didn’t move away from him, didn’t shift a muscle. Draco smirked to himself, recognizing her stance for what it was. The tension in her shoulders, her choking grasp on the scrolls in her arms, they suggested a need for control in a situation that could very quickly unravel.

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I quick drawing of Lia and Azali I found in my art folder (been super inactive, I know bleh)

this couple is extra cute to me bc when I was working on the comic it was never intended for them to end up together. I just slowly began to ship these two subconsciously lol

anonymous asked:

can you do one where Betty gets drunk and confesses her feelings for jughead somewhat to Ronnie??

hey nonnie! of course, thank you for my first prompt!! :) 

The music was blaring and the house was filled with people she hardly recognized. Betty pushed through the crowds of people trying not to bump into to many of the reckless drunks that scattered the halls. Her eyes landed on Veronica who was standing across the room by the makeshift bar, flirting with a tall handsome boy. Betty approached the two of them and looked between them awkwardly.

“B! Hey girl, um, this is Adrian. Adrian this is my best friend Betty.” Veronica introduced them and Betty gave him a small smile before turning her back to him to talk to Veronica with a little bit of privacy.

“Honestly V, I don’t think I’m going to stay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Veronica’s eyebrows shoot up at Betty’s statement and she shakes her head vigorously. If it were up to Betty, she would be locked up in her house reading a book or watching a movie - most likely in the company of Jughead. Going out wasn’t really her scene. Tonight was all Veronica’s doing. She stopped by Betty’s house all glammed up and ready to go and basically dragged Betty out of the house with her.

“No!” Veronica shouted with a smile forming on her face. Veronica held up a hand and suddenly disappeared. She soon returned a couple seconds later with a red solo cup and presented it to Betty. “Honestly B, you just need to relax and let loose!”

Betty looked from the cup to Veronica and raised an eyebrow. She squinted at the cup and honestly debated running out of the house and back to her own. As tempting as escaping to the comforts of her home and Jughead’s company, she knew she wouldn’t make it very far until Veronica caught up to her and guilted her into coming back inside.

“Fine. Just one.” Betty sighed taking the cup from Veronica and taking a swig.

Betty stopped counting how many drinks she had after the fifth drink, and right now she really didn’t care. Betty and Veronica were standing on top of a table in the middle of a large living room and were dancing wildly to a very fast paced song that neither of them knew. Veronica was laughing and pointing into the crowd where she received hoots and hollers from many of the male audience, while Betty just twirled in circles, her smile never leaving her face. She felt free and weightless. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so good.

When the song came to an end, Betty stopped her twirling and grabbed onto Veronica who pulled them both down from the table with help from a couple of her male fans. Betty stumbled and almost fell, but Veronica caught her just in time before she hit the floor. “Woah there drunky. C'mon,” Veronica giggled, pulling Betty along with her out of the crowd of people to a quieter area, “let’s get you some water and something to munch on.”

Plopping herself down on one of the free couches Betty sunk into the soft fabric and smiled at Veronica who handed her a bottle of water. “Thank V! I love you so much y'know?”
Veronica laughed and nodded her head. “Love you too B. Best friends forever!” Betty smiled widely and took another swig of her water.

“This is so much fun V, but I miss Jug-”

“Jughead?” Veronica asked, cutting Betty off abruptly.

Betty smiled and blushed a deep red. “Jughead.” Betty sunk deeper into the couch as the name left her mouth and Veronica raised her eyebrows.

“I see!” Veronica said wiggling her eyebrows at her best friend. “Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones? I can get behind that.”

Betty’s blush, though seemingly impossible, depended further to a bright crimson. “I don’t know V. I like him a lot, I’ve just been too afraid to admit it to myself. I don’t think he feels the same though,” Betty’s blush starts to fade and her smile shrinks a little before turning her head to face Veronica, but Veronica wasn’t looking back at her. Her eyes were focussed on something behind Betty.

Betty’s eyebrows furrowed and she turned around to find Jughead standing at the end of the couch, hands in his pockets and nose red from the weather outside. Betty was shocked at first and then suddenly felt embarrassed. She had just poured out her feelings about Jughead and there he stood.

“Jug,” Betty said and made a move to stand but lost her balance as her head went fuzzy and she fell backwards back onto the couch as Jughead moved to catch her.

“Well, I’m just gunna-” Veronica started before hopping off the couch and running away, leaving the two of them there by themselves. Jughead raised an eyebrow at Veronica for a split second before his focus went back to the blonde sitting on the couch where he himself took a seat beside her.

“When did you get here? How did you get here? Why are you here?” Betty rushed out in one breath and Jughead raised both eyebrows.

“Woah slow down there.” He chuckled moving closer to her and pulling his phone out. “So I take it you don’t remember texting me?” Betty’s eyes widen and she rips his phone out of his hand. Squinting her eyes so she can focus a little bit more clearly she read the multiple messages she had sent.

Hey there stranger I miss you
Remembr to nevr let m try tqulilia again
Lol got it
You there? Heyyyyyy thereeeeee
I miss u come hang outttt
I have somtin u need to kno
Hahaha love u
gdnigt lol

Betty dropped the phone to her lap and shyly looked up at him. Jughead was smirking and before she knew it, Jughead has placed a soft, quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll give you another when you don’t smell like alcohol and you can remember everything that happens.” He tells her, giving her a small smile which she returns full heartedly.

Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 11: Wind in the Heart

“Has the activity around Ja Niihk increased?” Evfra asked.

“Not even slightly,” Mashiar answered promptly.

“What is the condition of the supply lines running behind the kett base?”


The journey to Voeld stretched, until Ryder was convinced that the pilot of their shuttle had badly miscalculated and aimed them at the black hole instead of Voeld; or maybe Mashiar had planned it that way, from the smug look on his face when he instantly took the seat next to her before Evfra had even boarded, sitting uncomfortably close to her. Mostly it was uncomfortable because his allure was not lost on her, despite her head and heart being so full of Evfra. She wasn’t blind, whatever her feelings were.

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For Team RWBY, if for some reason you guys could never be huntresses, what profession would you choose instead? (Asked by fallentitan88)
  • Blake, scratches the back of her head, lost for words: I...don't know? Maybe I'd be in politics, working alongside my parents as the Chief of Menagerie....but yeah, I...I don't know.
  • Weiss, with a cold sigh: I suppose I'd still be shown off as the singing Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Nothing but a name and a voice.
  • Ruby, looking completely dumbfounded: I...I can't even imagine. I just can't.
  • Yang, shrugs, but a hint of sadness breaks through her cool composure: I'd probably, I don't know, race or something.


She would be start laughing right away. Every time she tried to say something she would laugh harder. She didn’t know why but it was funny seeing her gf do it to her.


She would just stare at her gf with lovely eyes but later she would have a talk with Sana and Momo.

“I know Mina didn’t teach her that, it is one of you two she got it from!”


It would take her moment to figure out what was going on but when she did she would start laugh. She would pretend she didn’t like it but actually did.

“ I have to stop letting you watch Japanese shows with me.”


A kiss would be the first thing her gf is getting but later she is getting so much more.


She would act like it was normal thing and give her gf a kiss and just start talking about anything. But inside she was wondering what member of the J-line taught her gf that.


She didn’t understand why she liked it so much since she always said is was such a stupid move but she fore sure liked it when her gf did it to her.


She would look at her gf arm and then her eyes, and just start bombing away with questions

“Did that no hurt your hand? What even is this? Have you lost your mind?”


In her head there was only one thing to do, and that was laugh until her stomach and face hurt.


She would find it so funny but also cute coming from her gf.

“You looked so cute doing that, but did Sana teach you that?”


A/N: this is shorter than usually, but i wanted to keep it simple. a request made by anon, hope you guys like it:)!

Charlie never expected to miss sleeping next to y/n this much. Even though they hadn’t been together for that long they’d spent most nights together, missing only a few nights every now and then when he was playing out of town. He had sort of taken it for granted, and now that he was home again, he wasn’t going keep his hands off of her.

“Charlie, for god’s sake, I’m trying to sleep,” she mumbled for the millionth time as he squeezed her tighter and tighter. It all started from spooning, then he pulled her on top of her, and now it was back to spooning again. He just couldn’t get enough of her, their bodies molding together perfectly.

“I missed cuddling you so much,” pulling her closer to his body, he didn’t want to let go of her. His feelings for her only grew bigger and bigger, deepening every single day, and being away from her had only made him realise how much she meant to him. She brought him that feeling of security, ‘home’ even, and despite their young age, he was quite sure he loved her.

“I know, and I missed it too, but you’re suffocating me here,” she tried to wriggle herself free, however his grip on her was so strong that she had no success in trying to escape.

“Stop squirming around,” he laughed and loosened his arms around her a little. She let out an exaggerated breath and turned around, facing him.

“That’s better,” he kissed her forehead and smiled, even though he knew she couldn’t see it. She inhaled his scent, immediately feeling more relaxed and safe, and drew small patterns with her finger on his bare chest.

“I’m so glad you’re back home, I didn’t like sleeping alone,” she said softly, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I hated being away from you. It was horrible to not be able to see you or cuddle you or sleep with you or hug you or…” she kissed him to stop his little ramble, catching him by surprise. She pulled away to only hear a tiny “hey” from Charlie, and before she could do anything else, he pulled her closer to him and planted another kiss on her lips.

“Damn I missed kissing you,” he said and stole another short, sweet kiss.

“Who would have thought that you, a big and tough puck shooter, are in fact such a lovey dovey chump?” she giggled and poked his ribs.

“Hey! I’m still big and tough,” he argued and lifted her to lay on top of him. She rested her chin on his chest, watching his face. How did she get so lucky?

“Y/n…” Charlie started, his words getting lost in his throat. Fidgeting with his fingers on her back, he let out a big breath and decided to go for it.

“Iloveyou,” he said so fast she couldn’t understand a word.


“I love you,” he said slower, his heart pounding in his chest. A huge grin formed on her face and she sprang upward, wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck.

“I love you too,” and with that, Charlie hugged her tighter than he’d probably ever hugged anyone, and showered her with kisses. He rolled her over and kissed her, softly and sweetly at first, but soon deepened the kiss. Sucking her lower lip, he moved his mouth to her neck, licking and gently biting the spot he knew would make her go crazy. The heated moment was interrupted by his stomach, which rumbled rather loudly, and just then she lost it. She tilted her head back and cackled, and he fell on top of her, defeatedly.

“Out of all of your body parts, right now, it’s your stomach that decides to speak up?” she giggled and could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“I haven’t eaten since lunch, I was too excited to see you again…” he quietly defended himself and she let out a small “awww”.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll make you something to eat,” she hopped out of the bed, headed to the kitchen and scanned the contents of the fridge. Halfway through making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, she could feel his arms sneaking their way around her hips.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”

“Oh I know. What would you do without me?” handing him the sandwich, she smirked and cleaned up the little mess she’d created. With his mouth full, he grabbed her and kissed the side of her face.

“I love you,” he said more contently this time, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you too.”

Give Me Love, 6

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX


Monday Morning:

It was moments like these that Dorian felt disconnected from his body. Like he was just an observer, watching from somewhere far, far away.

He looked out at the student body. Some people he knew, some he didn’t. EIther way, he couldn’t help but be amazed. As he watched the busy hallway, students at lockers, making their way to class, just like any other day.

Almost as if the party this past Friday night didn’t happen.

Parties weren’t like how you saw on TV or in movies. They weren’t only for the ‘pretty and popular’. Really, anyone could go to a party. At least, that’s what it was like at Adarlan High. It didn’t matter if you were popular or a loner, by the end of the night, everyone was too drunk to care about what social group you belonged too.

But come Monday morning, everyone went back to said groups. And it was like nothing happened the weekend before.

Sighing, Dorian hoisted his backpack on his shoulder before making his way down the hallway towards his locker.

That’s when he saw her.

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Remedy (11)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smutty, surgery, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.


I needed a surgeon. So I chose the most obvious one! One time appearance ;)

Originally posted by hoechlins

“I’m sorry, sir”

“No-..” I huff out a laugh. “Sweetheart, don’t call me sir. You know this. Just tell me what’s bothering you, please?”

She looks at me and tries a smile, but it vanishes the moment it appears. “I don’t know, Bucky. I’m tired, I guess”

Okay, that’s something.

“d’You wanna take a nap then, doll?” I wrap my arms around her tighter, prompting a content sigh from her.

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