never asked me to stay

This is how I’ll love you: like the night sky holding on to her brightest stars so they won’t fall, like a lighthouse safely guiding her sailors home, like a flower rising toward her sun, like the wave gently lapping against her shore, like a flame igniting, burning herself over and over again for the one she loves.

This is how you’ll love me: from a distance, close enough to touch, but never close enough to let yourself get hurt. Never close enough to let me in. Walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around your feelings like there was a way for you to avoid catching them.

This is how we’ll end: I ask you to meet me halfway, but you never show up. I ask you to tell me what you want but you never know yourself. I ask you to let me go because I cannot stay for someone who does not know for sure if he wants me to. So we end how we began. But, tell me, if there was no beginning, how can there ever be an end? If all we did was go in circles, how can we stop?

—  how we loved / n.j.
The Fourth Musketeer (Part 2)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Part one here

Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤

Can u please do a part 2 of “the four musketeer” please?

I know requests are closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Veronica has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,437

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow@thatspidernamedmeagan @isabellarose5150

A/N: I have been having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!

“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and Kevin’s heads all snapped up.

“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin questioned.  Veronica shrugged.

“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at Jughead’s party,” she answered.  Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.

“God, what happened?” Betty asked.

“He was screaming her name when I came up,” Veronica explained.  "He babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that he kissed her.“

“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin interrupted, his eyes doubling in size.  He glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.

“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes widened.

“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his head.  "He never told us.“

“We always knew they had a thing for each other,” Kevin elaborated.  "But we never knew that something actually happened between them.“

"When did she move?”

“Two years ago,” Jughead answered.  "The summer before eighth grade.“

"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced, “in the fall of our eighth grade year.”

“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead frowned.  "He was preparing himself ever since he first heard about the dance.“

"And he never got the chance,” Kevin sighed.

“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica inquired.  The rest of her table shrugged.

“Probably her dad,” Betty replied.  "He was a really intense lawyer, and he got relocated to some big city firm.“

”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the Andrews,“ said Jughead.  "They were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”

“But, of course, her parents wanted her to go with them,” Veronica finished.  Jughead grimly nodded.  "So two whole years, and Archie still isn’t over this girl?“

"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced, “he never coped well with her leaving.  After (Y/N) left he was… strange.  He practically denied her existence.”


"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in.  "He never talked about her or anything.  It was pretty frightening, actually.  It seemed like he had completely forgotten about her.“

"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s because he was always in love with her.”

“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t think you understand though,” he said.  "They were both so in love.  They were always there for each other, caring for each other.  When Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died, Archie was there.  You couldn’t find one without the other.  Betty and I were also good friends with them, but those two?  They were inseparable.“

Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie didn’t return her feelings for him.  Either way, she found herself searching for more information about (Y/N).  That was how she ended up at the Andrews household.  Archie wasn’t home.

”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding a beer as he sat across from Veronica.  "I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water.  "So what happened between her and Archie?“

"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "It’s Archie’s tale to tell.“

"He already told me about her,” Veronica quickly explained.  "But only the happy parts.  Only the parts he wants to remember.“  Mr. Andrews exhaled and took another swig of beer.  He stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.

"Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged. “This sounds like a good book.”  Fred Andrews laughed.

“If this was a book,” he responded, “my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”

“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered.  "I don’t think the story’s over yet.“  Fred’s laughter shrunk into a smile.  He cleared his throat.

"If there’s one thing you should know about (Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever meet.  She was kind and gentle, and she was exactly what Archie needed.”  Veronica quietly nodded, intrigued.  "I knew both her father and mother quite well.  So, of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted them to be best friends.  A couple years later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“  Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed.  "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to someone who’s the opposite gender.  That was never the case with Archie and (Y/N).  They were both sweet on each other.”

“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.

“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed.  "I remember this one day; I think Archie was eleven at the time.  He and (Y/N) were at the park all day, as they usually were.  That night, he came running home and swung the door open.  His mouth was going at a mile per minute.  When I finally got him to slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N).  He had the biggest grin on his face.“

"The day he kissed her?” Veronica clarified.  Mr. Andrews chuckled.

“Yeah.  God, it made me so happy.  I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships.  That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know?  But he had stars in his eyes as he talked about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”

“I heard you offered to take her in,” Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.”  Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.

“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot.  But (Y/N)’s parents?  That poor kid.  She slept over here so many times because the screaming was keeping her awake.  And the saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad.  She would just come in here, clutching Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to stay.  Of course, I never refused.”  Veronica frowned.  "When I heard she was moving, I was concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N) go off on her own with her parents.  At least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here.  Now, I don’t know if she has one.“  He took a long swig of beer before continuing. ”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me.  Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“

"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica commented.  Fred nodded.

“She was.”

“Have you ever considered writing a book about this?”  Veronica sat across from Jughead in Pop’s.  He lightly glared at her, lowering his laptop lid.

“Write about what?” he snapped.  She had interrupted his writing when he was in the zone.

“(Y/N),” she answered.  Jughead shot a glance at Betty.

“You know before Jason Blossom was shot, (Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”

“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N) leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.

“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty countered on Jughead’s behalf.

“Touché,” Veronica muttered.

“Anyways, to answer your question, of course I’ve considered it,” Jughead said.  "In fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“

"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed simultaneously.  Jughead nodded nonchalantly.

“Of course.  But I do think something is missing,” he responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he elaborated.  "I didn’t add anything that didn’t happen.  Although, I guess now I’ll have to put in the kiss.  Anyways, I don’t have a plot twist.“

”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for you?“ Betty asked a question this time.

"That’s the climax,” he explained.  "Everything that happened after that was the falling action.  I have no plot twist and no resolution.“  All three sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows.  A faint jingle alerted the diner that there was a new customer.  Betty casually glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw.  She gripped Jughead’s arm.

"Is that plot twist enough for you?” she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance.  Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.

“No way,” Jughead breathed.

“Is that…” Veronica trailed off, unable to form a sentence.  Jughead and Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.


Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

eren, mikasa, and armin would be the kind of people to go to the beach at two in the morning just to see the stars above the ocean before the sun rises

Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -


Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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From The Prompt List~ Three

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “I think 4 and 6 would go good together, but if that’s too much, then 6. I’d like the pairing to be a female reader with Anti. Please and thank you :)”

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing, Sad, Angst, Cruel Words, Mentions of Suicide?

A/N: The prompts are~ “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” and “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” … Enjoy!

Originally posted by secanzevids

   Anti had fucked up, he knew he had fucked up. He couldn’t take back what he had said. The argument was stupid, it was about Anti not cleaning his mess in the kitchen, and yet here they were… Anti was sitting against her bedroom door listening as (Y/N) sobbed into the bed sheets.

“I work for eight hours every day so that you and I can have a place to call home! All that I ask is that you help me keep it looking like a home!” (Y/N) shouted as she threw the dishes into the sink, cursing under her breath. Anti sat at the table, watching.

“Yeah? What’s another hour of work?” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. (Y/N) dropped the a dish onto the floor and it shattered around her, but she just turned to him with a fierce look in her eye.

“Really? You think that just because you’ve got power means that you can take my hospitality for granted? I’m tired, Anti. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up your mess.”

“Then don’t! I’m not Sean, do you expect me to comfort you? Do you expect me to give you a back rub and cuddle with you? That pathetic excuse of a human is gone. I thought you accepted that!”

“Don’t you dare speak about Sean that way, ever! Sean was my friend!” (Y/N) screamed chucking the soaking dishcloth at him. She hated talking about him, especially to Anti. And it wasn’t really Anti’s fault that Sean was gone. Sean accepted Anti, Sean had asked Anti to take over his life. (Y/N) knew this.

“You have feelings for me, don’t you? Humans are pathetic. I am not Sean, I could never love you. You’re pathe-” Anti was cut off by a sob, guilt immediately washing over him. He was an entity but that didn’t mean that his emotions were entirely shut off.

“How can you say that? How can you so effortlessly break someone,” (Y/N)’s voice lowered to a whisper, tears rolling silently down her face. “I accept you for who you are, I understand why you do the things you do, you’re a demon. You can’t feel anything, I know that, but you’ve talked about wanting to feel emotions. I just… I don’t understand why you act like a monster… “ (Y/N) choked back a sob and walked past Anti, going to her bedroom. Anti didn’t try to stop her but he followed her.

(Y/N) had stopped crying and it sounded like she was asleep, so Anti slipped through the door. She was curled up, clutching a pillow, and wrapped in a blanket. Anti sat at the head of the bed, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard and (Y/N)’s head was laying in his lap. He said and started running his fingers through her hair. After a few moments Anti heard a soft voice,

“I’m sorry… “ (Y/N) whispered, curling into a tighter ball. Anti’s movements stopped and (Y/N) nudged against his hands, like a cat. The entity let out a soft sigh and started again.

“You probably hate me… I’m sorry, too.” Anti winced unsure of his ‘apology’.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” (Y/N) forced out, staring at the wall. Neither of them spoke for a while.

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Anti finally said, staring down at (Y/N). She looked up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Anti chased her back down to the bed, pressing his lips against hers. After he pulled away she sighed, her cheeks a soft shade of pink.

“Please stay.”

anonymous asked:

1 or 74 for andreil?? I love your writing so much!!

Okay fuck me up this is… I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic where they get into a fight???? This was a first, and I thank you for that. Also, I used both prompts, yay me! xD

#1 “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
#74 “I didn’t mean what I said.”

The hours between three and five in the morning are liminal. It’s a shifting from late night to early morning. It’s as dark as the night will get and the start of the sunrise. On a college campus, it’s the only two hours where everyone save the severely panicked or sleep-troubled are dead to the world.

Neil throws a small rock off of the roof and doesn’t care that it hits a car. A brand new pack of cigarettes sits next to him on the ledge, unopened. It’s been sitting there like a wound for the last thirty minutes. The wound is self-inflicted. Neil bought the pack earlier in the night, after a run didn’t clear his head. Buying the cigarettes was an impulse and a habit, but that doesn’t explain why it hurts so much. 

He might be able to breathe better if he could inhale the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. But the only calming thing his mother ever gave him is not going to fill the gaping crater in the center of his being. He aches, and he doubts it’s something burning tobacco can cure.

The door to the roof opens with the usual ruckus of rusted hinges and a frame caving in on itself. Neil doesn’t turn. Only Andrew would come looking for him here.

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When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

googd mornin’ everyone!!

sorry for being so inactive yesterday! i caught a really nasty cold so i was & still am suffering,, hope y’all are doing great tho!! and, if u arent, then i hope your day gets better soon! c:


Request: Hey can you do where the reader and Kai are broken up and they get back together and use numbers 54,59,66

Prompts: “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” “The only thing I want is you.” 

Imagine~ you and Kai break up but you both still love each other and one day you bump into each other whilst staying at the Salvatore home. 

It’d been roughly a week since you and Kai broke up and you were a wreck. Stefan hated the fact you were home alone dealing with it all so he invited you to stay with him and Damon until you were back to normal. 

You still loved Kai, deeply but he didn’t seem to return the feelings and overtime the relationship grew toxic. He was constantly out late, presumably with other girls, yet every time you forgave him. 

You were the one who ended the relationship, for your own good. Kai begged you not too, saying how he’ll change but you didn’t want to risk getting hurt again. 

Everyone hated Kai even more when they found out how he treated you. But he would still be invited into the house if they needed something and every time Stefan would make sure you were nowhere to be seen. 

Bonnie was the most angry, seeing as she also had a bad past involving Kai. You’d convinced he Kai was good for you at first and she believed you but now she despised Kai claiming she knew he wasn’t good for you all along.

It was about mid-afternoon and you were still roaming around in your pajamas. Stefan had warned you to stay out of sight because Kai was round but you grew hungry and took your chances. 

Kai was in the front room anyways so the possibility of him seeing you was slim, especially if Stefan and Damon had anything to do with it. 

You silently entered the kitchen, everything going smoothly to the point where you couldn’t even hear Kai. 

As you reached for an apple of the counter you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized you got some food without Kai seeing you. 

Or so you’d thought. 

“Y/N?”, your head snapped around, nearly chocking on your apple, to see Kai standing in the door way. 

Every thing about him seemed so off, the bags under his eyes, the messy hair, the overgrown scruff and his blood shot eyes. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. 

In some ways you were happy to see him like this, knowing he was suffering just as much as you were; if not more. But it also hurt you, you’d never liked seeing Kai in these kind of states and it pained you more to know you’d inflicted it. 

“Kai.” you breathed, desperately trying to keep yourself together. 

“Look, I know you hate me,” Kai started but you interrupted him before he could finish.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” you said lowly, it hurt to think he thought you hated him. But after a week of not speaking to him and leaving him to suffer you can understand why. 

Kai breathed out shakily and you could tell he was trying not to break down, “If you don’t hate me, why did you end it?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat and it took you a moment to speak, “Because it was toxic. I don’t hate you Kai, I hated our relationship.” 

When you said those words you could see Kai’s eyes fill with pain at the thought of you hating to be with him. 

“I said I’d change.” he breathed in hopes that it would help the situation. 

“Even if you did Kai, it was too late. It wasn’t just you anymore, it was me. I couldn’t be with somebody I didn’t trust 100%.” you sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes before they could fall. 

Everything within you wanted to be with Kai and you knew that but you also weren’t sure if you could trust him again. Or at least trust him as much as you used to. 

“Please just give me a chance.” he said, tears pooling in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this right now.” you sighed, feeling as if you were on the edge of a mental breakdown. 

In reality you didn’t want him to leave because if he did you might never see him again. But if you did this right now you weren’t sure if you could make it out the other side. 

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” he said, slowly walking towards you whilst you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. 

Tears began to spill out of your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, tugging at your hair in frustration. 

“Kai, I don’t know what to do right now. I want to stay with you, so bad. But I don’t know if I can trust you, not after how everything went last time around.” you said slowly, taking your time on every word. 

To Kai, every word dug into him like a dagger. It pained him to know how much he’d hurt you and he’d never thought about whenever he was dishonest with you. 

“Let me earn your trust, I understand you don’t trust me but I need you. You make me a better person and without you I know I’m going to go off the deep end. Please Y/N.” he breathed, his voice shaking heavily. 

“One chance.” you stated, looking up at him. 

He closed his eyes slowly before opening them, making eye contact with you which made your heart pound. 

“One chance.” he said, confirming your previous statement. 

“No other girls, not dishonesty, just us. Only us.” you sighed, looking at him. 

In all honesty, you couldn’t understand why you were doing this but you knew deep down that you needed to so you did. 

“The only thing I want is you.” he said, engulfing you into an embrace. 

You melted into him, letting your arm fall loosely around him as he hugged you tightly. 

(a/n) this could’ve been longer but it’s 11pm and I have to be up at 7 tomorrow :) but anyways I hope you enjoy this because it was really fun to write xx

All these posts about breadsticks make me laugh and cringe because:

When I was 15 I was on a trip with Ag studies group we went to an Olive Garden, I had never been to an Olive Garden before and I am a great bread enthusiast so when the waitress put this basket of delicious-sticks in front of me I was like ‘holy shit’ and ate like 10. I started shoving them into my purse to save for later, and the waitress had to keep bringing baskets of breadsticks because they were disappearing (into my purse). There were a lot of guys on that trip and I figured ‘yeah these teenage dudes could be in theory eating all these breadsticks’ so I thought I had a bulletproof cover.

Fast forward to when we are leaving, I get stopped by the manager and the hostess and they ask to look in my purse. Cue my ‘oh shit busted’ face and a grudging handing over of my bulging purse, to which they opened and started pulling out an obscene amount of breadsticks and laying them on the counter while the hostess counted them. I actually had no idea how many breadsticks I’d had in there and when the hostess got up to 40 I was still convinced I was going to jail but oh my god I had 40 breadsticks in there so I was kind of impressed with myself. The hostess kept counting.

Forty. Seven. 

Forty seven breadsticks was the total they found. (I had another two very squished and folded up in a zipped side pocket that they never looked in). They then took my picture and politely asked me to stay the fuck away from their restaurant as my picture would be posted on their ‘restricted list. To this day, 6 fucking years later, I have never gone back to any Olive Garden, because some part of me believes that some eagle eyed waitress will recognize me from a wanted poster for the Breadstick Bandit and I’ll have to explain to my mom why Olive Garden put me in prison

rosieblogsstuff  asked:

Ive talked about it before. In a harry potter au keith would be harry and the galrans would be the bad guys, zarkon voldamort. Whos an orphan??? Keith. Is it possible the galrans are behind it like vold with harry's parents? Probably. Remember harry questioning himself cause of the sytherin part of him?? GALRAN KEITH.

THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING THAT I STAND BY WITH KEITH TBH. i think it’s way too easy to just slap him in slytherin to fuel the klance rivalry bc like… i feel like that’s only focusing on the negative parts of him. klance are both gryffindors but have different mindsets to achieve the goal they want; while keith is way more ruthless in his tactics, he’s never directly putting anyone else in danger in order to save himself and that’s what i think people overlook/miss. not saying all slytherins are bad but… lol u gotta consider that a big part of being a slytherin is the self-preservative nature and keith’s not like that. 


Every day now

The sound of laughter drifted up from the room below, making him feel alone in his quarter. As days passed by, he couldn’t fill the vacuum created by her absence. No more coded messages about the Pathfinder… about her – from her. She was gone and everything was darkness.

It shouldn’t have to hurt that way.

Trying to tell himself he didn’t care, he knew he couldn’t repress and deny his feelings. She was the light and her love, purging his soul, has been making him a better man.

There was a time when he was selfish, only his survival mattered, forcing him to lie and steal and even to kill. He had always been good with words, and his slight Chilean accent was an indisputable charm. Yes, there was a time when he was busy only with his own life… until he met her in a bar on a toxic planet across the depths of space. Such a delicious surprise and a most charming interlude, the game would be enjoyable, it would be easy to use her… How much he was wrong. She played with him without difficulty, flirting as much as he did, fully aware of his plan. He took her lips that evening while she took his heart. Love was a danger he was willing to confront, something deep inside said she was worth it.

She wasn’t on Kadara anymore.

I saw you’re not so tough. You fought the Law of Kadara Port to improve life for the exiles. I’m done here, now it’s up to you to make it a safe place for everyone. Her last words rang in his thoughts; they sounded like a farewell, as if she would never come back.

Do it with me. He had been about to ask her to stay but he had changed his mind; she was the one who could change everything between the Initiative and the exiles, he had to let her go, he will rule Kadara and make it stay theirs.

He ended up typing on his omnitool, listening to the music he brought from the Milky Way and he longed to enclose her in his arms. His eyes, lingering the couch she used to sit on, focused on a bottle of Alesa; it would be his only friend tonight.

Laughter again drifted up from the room, how long will he wait before hearing her laugh again? He was certainly a fool to think she would love a man like him.

“You’re thinking of her. Again.” Keema Dohrgun entered the room, she wanted to talk business, to hear the new directions the Charlatan had chosen.

“Yes, Keema, I‘m thinking of her.” He shook his head as he said again the same answer. He thought of her every day now.

EDIT 05/31/2017: Thank you @imaginaryelle for your help.

2002imagination  asked:

59 and 61 for a Steve Trevor x reader, please? Thanks!

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay, I’ll never leave you again.” & “I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

He stood outside your bedroom door, palms sweaty as he rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. He ran a hand over his face in an attempt to calm down. He felt shaky and uneasy, his nerves creating a pit in the bottom of his stomach.

“You can knock,” a voice piped up from behind him. He jumped lightly before turning around, and his eyes met Etta’s. She was in your small bridal party, seeing as how you had become close with her throughout your time of knowing Steve.

“She’s not going to want to see me,” he said lowly, the corners of his mouth turning up into a sad smile.

“She misses you,” Etta blurted out as she fidgeted with her dress. Steve let his gaze fall from her prying eyes and he turned away to hide his pained expression. After so long away from you, he could barely keep himself together. Receiving that delicate white envelope that held the invitation to your wedding was the worst moment of his life, and it had broken him into pieces.

“Etta,” Steve began, voice cracking slightly. “Please don’t say that to me now. I came to say goodbye and-”

“I’ll say what I want and you’re going to listen,” she scolded, jabbing a finger in his direction even though he couldn’t see her. “The love of your life is behind that door getting ready to marry a different man because you got scared. March in there and make things right, before it’s really too late for the pair of you.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Well, it would be if you just knocked,” she huffed out, walking foward and banging her fist against the door before speeding away. Steve immediately stiffened and went to follow, but that was when your voice rang out, so soft and tranquil the way he remembered it.

“Just a minute!”

He let out a shaky breath and flattened the front of his dress shirt. His hands were frantic as he tries to pick off loose pieces of string and dust, and that was when the door clicked open.

“Y/N,” he murmured as your face appeared before him. You had never looked so beautiful, standing there in your bathrobe with no makeup and your hair pulled back into a loose bun.

“Steve,” you began, moving to pull the door open further. You stepped to the side and motioned for him to go into your room, an offer to which he had to give in. “I’m so glad that you came.”

“I… I came to say goodbye,” he told you honestly as he stood by your dresser. His attention fell to the small teddy bear that rested against the mirror; he remembered winning it for you at a fair when you had been teenagers. Beside the teddy bear was a stack of letters, ones that he had known were ones sent by himself throughout the years. His heart ached the longer he stared at the letters, and he finally worked up the courage to turn around and look you in the eye.

“Why are you saying goodbye? You just got here, Steve,” you said in confusion. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before responding.

“This is it for us,” he began. “Whatever it is we have is done as soon as you say yes to the man waiting for you at the altar. There can be no more letters and teddy bears and declarations of love. I was stupid to let you go, but I know what I want now and it’s too goddamn late.”


“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay, I’ll never leave you again,” he pleaded, voice full of pain and love as he allowed a single tear to slip down his cheek.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You questioned. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“We both already know that I’m stupid, alright?” He chuckled. “I have awful timing, I know.”

“Then why are you still doing this?”

“I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married,” Steve begged. He walked over to stand in front of you and softly grasped onto your hands. “Not to him, anyway.”

“W-What?” You stammered out, eyes glistening with tears.

“Marry me,” he breathed out, looking into your eyes with a determination you had never seen before. “I’ll be your stupid husband, not that I mean being your husband would be stupid or anything, but-”

“It took you so long,” you whispered before crashing your lips against his.

“So is that a yes?” He questioned with a smirk when you pulled away.

“How could I say no to someone with such awful timing?”