Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation. Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich) Words: 6.2k+ Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations Beta:@blacksiren
I got sad. A doctor recommended that I go off my anxiety meds because they might be interfering with a bunch of other health issues. I did. It wasn’t good.
I tapered off for months and dealt with the withdrawal symptoms. When they were gone, I felt ok for a few weeks. Then I was easily irritated and sometimes angry. Then weird feelings started to creep in. I guess it was just dread. Maybe it was weird to just be feeling anything after being numbed on meds for so long. I started crying watching movies sometimes or thinking about whatever the fuck. I started getting really sad. Eventually I would cry everyday, sometimes for multiple sessions. It’s strange to think back on that now that I’m safely numbed to fuck again.
My grandfather had died about 8 months earlier and I thought I had emotionally exhausted that, but now it was back and I dwelt on it constantly. I thought of dying with an urgency that I couldn’t distract myself from. I thought of everyone I knew dying. It felt like time was an illusion and it wouldn’t be long until I’m standing beside their open coffins, reflecting on how quickly time had passed and now they’re gone and I’d wasted time not spending more time with them.
Most days I’d just wake up and lie there for hours. I’d try to look at things on my phone to try to distract myself. Snapchat was fun for that. Christ, so was Miitomo. I wouldn’t get any work done. It was difficult to focus and overcome the feeling in my gut of being pulled down and the constant present terror feelings of death and knowing this whole experience will be gone some day, but before that, I’ll watch everyone I know leave too. For a long time, I don’t think I really connected that it was my absence of meds that was doing this to me. I thought maybe it was just circumstances and some kind of Holmes-Rahe scale thing where a bunch of life events happening at once were stacking and compounding my depression feelings. There was no way to win against it and this kind of thing encourages you to not to the things that will typically pull you out of a depression. It makes you want to seclude yourself more and work on further diminishing your self-worth mentally. Instead of seeing friends or doing activities you enjoy, you convince yourself that you’re a burden to them, they don’t really want to see you anyway, and that something bad is going to happen if you go out and do anything. For so many fucking days I just laid there. That makes your depression even worse; your lack of productivity frustrates you and makes you hate yourself. All that wasted time boils your living asshole. It’s a paralysis and you don’t know why you can’t break out of it. You can’t just go into the other room and sit at your computer and do your work. Brains are incredible. Just a bit of absence from a certain chemical changes everything. Of course, you tell yourself things like this, that it’s not really you and that it’s just a biological ineptitude temporarily and that everything will be fine soon enough, but that doesn’t help at all.
That’s the other thing: you don’t feel like this will ever end. This is who you are now. A fucking shrivelled terrified cryhole. I did feel terror quite a few times during all this. It usually gets you when you wake up or try to go to sleep. Everything is still and You are going to fucking die someday, sooner than you think and You have wasted every moment of your life so far blast in your mind and your heart pounds, you can barely breathe, and you might even suddenly groan as panic waves hit your brain in an instant. There’s a terror in knowing there’s no relief from this; that all of these things are true and for some reason you believed the illusion your whole life and weren’t always in the perfect terror about it that you are now. Still, you beg for that trick to come back, to be able to put this mindset away and believe in the stupid shit we tell ourselves just to keep existing in some kind of calm. All these thoughts keep assaulting you with some kind of biological urgency, like you need to figure this problem out immediately or you die. This is what being on chemicals to help your brain for years and then suddenly going off them is like. Your body doesn’t know what the fuck. It’s weird to not give a shit about any of this and then suddenly imperatively have to give a shit about it and be unable to escape it. Even now when I’m in the clear, I still feel its background noise. Maybe I always will from now on. This whole thing has been a Paul on the road to Damascus type ordeal.
I fucking cried watching the new X-Files episodes, my dude. Probably during each one. That’s what it was fucking like. Imagine being in your late ass twenties and something in the X-Files makes you cry because you think of a squandered opportunity, or what you should or shouldn’t have done as a kid, or wishing you had put more effort into certain relationships with family or friends. It just finds anything to grab onto and get you with. You just have a dragging feeling constantly present and looking for things to attach to and convince you you’re sad about. Frankly, it’s fucking annoying. I cried one time because a nintendo phone app was enthusiastic about sharing my character’s picture with others. Just the fact that someone would have an interest in who I am and treat me like a normal person and want to share something about me with other terrible avatars made me cry as I was playing this thing and trying to take a shit. It made me think about my own self-worth and how long I thought there was no reason anyone should give a fuck. Cripe, one time I was almost screaming crying about my best friend who died when we were 11. It was like a fresh wound again and I was lying facedown on my bed wailing like an asshole. Depression can fuck with you.
So, this got pretty bad and I decided I had to see my GP about it. This can become a battle in itself, because past a certain point, you are convinced you aren’t worth the effort and that you’re a burden to have to deal with, and someone else could use that time to see the doctor instead. It gives you any reason to turn yourself down. I cried right away talking to my doctor. All this is really weird to reflect on; I was an entirely different person then. It was like a frantic sadness, an inability to just hold your shit together for even a few minutes. The impending terror was really pressing; a constant urgent anxiety that something bad is going to happen really soon, or that I’m about to get a call that someone I know just died. The doctor recommended seeing a therapist and going back on meds. Now I remember that the reason I finally did something was because my neighbour’s son killed himself. Fuck, that really bothered me. Hearing about any death at all was bad enough, but I think that week I was reading about Edgar Allan Poe’s death and then Vincent Van Gogh’s, and I just got really fixated on vividly imagining their final moments. I think there were others, too. See? Just a stupid thing to waste your time on but in the moment, you think this will help for some reason. Maybe the gravity of that kind of thing hooks you and you can’t help but look into it. So when my neighbour’s son also committed suicide, that was a pretty strong blow. I hadn’t even talked to the guy in over ten years, but I couldn’t help but fixate on having seen his father maybe 3 days prior as he joked in my mom’s backyard and borrowed a ladder. Now his life was ruined and the son he struggled to try to get mental help his whole life had killed himself. He was only 37 and he had a son. I think I spent a few days of weeping out my stupid ass over this, then made the decision to see my doctor.
I started seeing my therapist and cried within 6 minutes of entering his office. I wish I went to see a talk doctor when I was recommended it as a teenager. It’s good shit. Beyond that, I started seeing my friends again. Before this, I think 2 years had passed between us spending time together. I had talked myself into feeling like they were better off without me anyway and had their own real friends and lives that I didn’t have anything to do with. I started to exercise and even just take walks around the block. Sometimes, if I was just lying awake staring at the ceiling, I’d get up and go for a run. I started being able to work on videos again and looked forward to it. Thinking back on it now, I realize I kept streaming during the whole time. That would become the only thing I’d do or look forward to for most of this stretch. SO THANKS IF YOU LOOKED AT MY TERRIBLE STREAMS DURING THIS ERA I WAS QUITE WOUNDED AND I’M HOPEFUL THAT I WASN’T TREMENDOUSLY OBVIOUS ABOUT THIS, YOU HELPED KEEP ME STABLE WATCHING ME PLAY WITH CHILDREN’S TOYS. Beyond this, I’d just sleep until the afternoon and try to find a way to kill time until the streams started. This is why there were even less videos than usual. I was sad.
So, these things helped pull me out of the shit. A lot of it is self-examination and discovering why you feel this way in the first place. I’ve talked to my therapist about whether or not this whole thing was because of being on meds for so long and then going off them and feeling a withdrawal, or if that’s who I am underneath the medication. He said that it is probably both, but more that that’s who I am. Fuck. He categorized this as a major depressive episode. It was weird to just hear the words. That is the kind of thing that happens to people in their mid-30s in office jobs who are getting shit on by everything in their lives. I guess it can also make you feel like a diva asshole; that you feel you’re so important that you had to have this major crisis about yourself. Writing this makes me realize how stupid it is to think like this, but that’s the kind of trap you get put into. Anyway, let me emphasize how important it is to see a therapist if you are depressed. Do it. It can change everything. Also talk to a doctor and see if meds are part of your solution. See a doctor. Do not just let it go. This is like if you had cancer and you just wanted to wait it out or hoped it would get better on its own. A lot of people let it go until it’s overwhelming and consumes them completely and just kill themselves to end the pain. Don’t!
I got better. I went on meds and in just a few weeks I made a drastic improvement. Plus the therapy, and plus feeling like I was doing anything with my life again. I hear a lot about hesitation to go on meds because you feel like they may change the foundation of who you ever are. This doesn’t happen. For me, it made me feel more free to be who I felt like I really was. That said, it may numb your emotions if you are a person who typically feels a lot of things. Just talk to a doctor about any concerns you have and don’t let these build up and become reasons you don’t get help for yourself. You are worth it. The doctor isn’t angry to have to deal with you. If it will cost what you can’t afford, don’t let that become an excuse not to do it. Save up or find a way to make it work. Again, it’s like if you couldn’t afford cancer treatments so you just let it kill you instead of finding out how you can make the situation work financially. What you’re dealing with is serious! Do something about it!
I almost forgot to mention that a lot of getting better was having something to look forward to. Knowing I’d see my friends and we’d have a good time was part of it. Another was spending all of my fucking money to go to as many conventions as I could. They were something I enjoyed in the past but didn’t bother with much anymore, so I decided to get back into them. It was the best choice. Thanks for coming to drink a lot of beers and talk shit if I saw you at a PAX or TwitchCon or Magfest! They were sincerely some of the best times of my life. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until I’d be at another convention helped a lot with otherwise feeling complete dread. The power of giving yourself something great to look forward to is really strong! Do it! Find things you like and make time for them. Reward yourself! At one point, I got into a really unbalanced lifestyle and would spend maybe 60 or 70 hours a week editing videos and I burned myself out to shit. All I would think about was the job and let my health and relationships go to shit. You’re not supposed to do that. Give yourself good things and make it a habit. Anyway, PAX East soon, my man.
When I wrote my last crypost, a lot of people responded it it. I was in a daze for the rest of that day as I heard from a mountain of individuals. A lot of you deal with issues like this and a lot of you feel hopeless about it. It’s fucked up! This is your life! You’re entitled to a good one! Doing something about it will take a lot less than you may think, and will help you in a lot more ways and probably faster than you may think. A lot of you also said since that you’ve decided to finally get help. So yeah motherfucker I had a cool cry about your messages several times. What was also helpful was anonymous tumblr questions saying they got help so others could see your experiences and know I’m not just yelling out my dick about this. Thanks! You helped people!
Ok I think I have to cut this short now, it got late and I try not to stay awake until fucking 7 AM these days. I feel like I missed a few of the main points I wanted to make but by now I think you get the point that you can feel like you are going to face total annihilation within the next few moments and still get back to normal in very little time. I almost just wrote “Hopefully talking about my own cringe-ass experience helped you with…” and so forth to end this on a light-hearted self-shitting, but that again is part of the problem. Feeling as if your issues are embarrassing, not worthy, juvenile, or to be written off as not serious is no good. I know we joke about this kind of thing to help deal with it, but don’t feel that way for real. AGAIN, YOU’RE WORTH IT. YOU’RE GOOD! YOU’RE WORTH DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FEEL NOT FUCKED UP! GO!
Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!
Pairing: Yoongi + Reader
Word Count: 1.841
A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be
Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back.
What is happening to me?
You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where.
Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.
It’s just cold water, calm down.
Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.
Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.
Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.
Date of last period: February 16th
Current date: April 17th
Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.
“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”
With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to.
Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell.
Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.
“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.
The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”
Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.
“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.
After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.
What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!
As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.
“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”
She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”
You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body.
The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.
“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it.
“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.
“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”
You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”
The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.
“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment.
Maybe you still had a chance.
“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”
You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”
“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.
“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.
“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.
“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.
“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.
“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.
His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it.
You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.
“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”
His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”
Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important.
“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.
He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”
With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.
Please write a kindergarten au snippet of that last ask omfg
At around six o'clock PM, JD was disturbed by something tapping on his window. He looked up from his storybook and ran over to find Veronica, wide eyed and red in the face, trying to come in.
“JD,” she panted, “I’m in big trouble!”
JD opened the window quickly as she climbed in.
“Why? What happened? Did Ms. Zales catch you hiding under the slide after lunch again?”
Veronica shook her head. “No, it’s Heather. She was teasing Martha at Ram’s birthday party, so I told her to stop, but she wouldn’t. Then she started calling me names, so I yelled at her, and she got really mad and pushed me, and then…” Veronica looked at the ground, embarrassed. “I accidentally threw up.”
JD snorted and then laughed, earning a glare from Veronica.
“His birthday cake was really good!” She frowned. “Heather said she was gonna ruin my life on Monday, which gives me…” She counted on her fingers. “Thirty hours to play!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” JD said. “We can play if you want.”
“Look,” she said, pulling two cans of Mtn. Dew out of her backpack. “My mom said I can sleep over, and we can drink these!”
“We each get a whole can?” JD asked, surprised. Veronica nodded and dragged him to his backyard where he had an old, questionably safe teeter totter.
“Now get on,” she demanded, pushing him on it. “We’re gonna be up late tonight.”
So, I didn’t end up having time to do one of these for the past episode, but I’m doing it for this episode, thank goodness. Anything Betty/Jughead related will go last, in case non-fans of the ship want to read my analysis on everything else.
FRED, HERMIONE AND VERONICA
I’ll be the first to admit - I don’t care about Fred/Hermione’s storyline all that much. Having gone through my parent’s own divorce, I’ve handled the emotions that come with seeing your parent with a new significant other. I understand that their storyline is obviously going to cause some future beef between Hiram / Fred and Veronica / Archie. Because, I don’t know about you, but it seems kind of obvious that the show is setting up Veronica and Archie to be endgame in season one. Anyways. I’m not totally interested in Fred/Hermione’s storyline - don’t care too much about them specifically, but it definitely set up some head-butting between Veronica and Hermione. Veronica is at a prime age for rebellion and add to the fact that she’s just moved, hasn’t seen her father in three months and has just spotted her mother technically having an affair and forging her signature on official papers out of anger? Those two are going to have a major blow up, and I just know some harsh words will probably be said. In the end – I do think Veronica won’t tell her father what’s going on, but I do think her resentment towards Fred might effect whatever uture relationship she has with Archie. Which leads me into…
ARCHIE,(VERONICA x2) VALERIE AND THE PUSSYCATS
So, this was interesting. This was really interesting. We have a blossoming relationship between Archie and Valerie. Val’s willing to put up with Archie’s…self-centered thoughts and Jughead and Betty’s thoughts on the murder of him. And in swoops Veronica, sitting directly between the two of them, forcing them apart. If that isn’t imagery at it’s finest….y’all are blind. And then, with Veronica already resentful towards her mother and Fred – Valerie and Archie hook up musically. I don’t feel too bad for Val - she’s clearly stuck in the middle, and she’s not yet dating Archie, hell, neither is Veronica. This entire scene was clearly about their parents, but the underlying tension between Valerie/Archie/Veronica was super interesting. But I’m going to be real interested in who Archie ends up “choosing” at the end of the season (Note - I do not believe it will be Betty at all. Not just because I ship her with Jughead, since I’m a multishipper, but because it’s not apparently written that way. I actually kind of believe Archie might be a little jealous at a future relationship but Betty shuts that down fast). Anyways. I do believe, as mentioned above, that Archie will end up choosing (I hate that word) Veronica.
As for the Pussycat’s - it was super great seeing Josie’s family and some of her backstory (why do the parents suck in this show, though) and I really hope we see some of Val and Mel’s backstory, too. I think Josie is going to be super disappointed and betrayed when she learns that her Mom took dirty money, though.
POLLY, JASON, & PREGNANCY, OH MY.
So, this was super interesting. While I knew about the pregnancy, not because of spoilers (c’mon now, she’s “sick”? Super obvious, writers), I was absolutely surprised that the show decided to not have her actually know about Jason’s death. And my heart broke for her in this moment because holy shit, she was probably surviving on the idea of meeting up with Jason again.
So, who killed Jason? A lot of people are in with the theory that Jason was killed by accident and the victim should have been Archie because of his affair with Grundy. I, personally, don’t believe this, since the affair started at the beginning of the summer and Jason was planning on running away with Polly. Polly mentioned that someone had told her parents what was going on. And that someone clearly had to know what was going on, and to be honest, the only one who truly fits that is Nana Blossom. I have no idea why, but – she knew about the whole thing (calling Betty, ‘Polly’ and talking about the ring; Cheryl saying the knowledge of who the murderer is can ruin her life).
I also don’t believe it’s the Coopers anymore (though the Mother, I do believe, is very capable of murder). I felt some sympathy towards Hal Cooper, since he looked so betrayed over Betty thinking he was capable of murder (theft, sure,) and Alice…well, she’s definitely an emotional abuser and, in my opinion, actually capable of it, spoilers make me believe it isn’t a Cooper.
And now, some good ol’ Bughead under the ‘read more’.
Summary: When Castiel goes off to be God, thanks to the Leviathans, he abandons his sister (Y/N). When Y/N is captured, things go very wrong. Her grace is taken and Y/N is now human and has no idea what to do…
Pairings: Castiel x sister!reader, Dean x reader, (mentioned): Sam and Bobby
Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence?, Dean being a flirt (yes this is a warning because have you seen him)
Word Count: 1075 sorry not sorry :D
A/N: This was written for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s 2k follower celebration. My prompt is in bold. This is my first write, so I hope you like it. Also, this isn’t beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Flashbacks are in italics.
If I were Cory I’d be like hell yeah choking Oswald was one of my favorite scenes to shoot.
In that interview Cory clearly stated that Oswald was the third person Ed had touched with his hands. Of all people in his life to harm he was the third person. It gave him power. A knife is more or less intimate, but using your hands to be rough gives you that power, which is also what Edward seeks in a way. All of this is self explanatory if you watch the interview and can understand what he is saying. This is Ed’s turning point. Nothing will get past him now and he is not going to let anyone take advantage of him when he has clear potential.
Cory got into the role to play the Riddler, not to play a love stricken villain who could possibly love his comrade Oswald Cobblepot. The whole show is the EVOLUTION of the characters, not a big ‘ole sappy love story. I’ve said that at least 5,000 times now.
Seriously, get the hell out of here if you’re going to talk shit about the actors when they have done NOTHING wrong. Let them play their characters and let them enjoy it. I have never seen so much ignorance in my life.
The whole Gotham cast are amazing actors. The writers are amazing. The whole department and their contributions are amazing. Please don’t ruin their lives over a SHOW.
prompt/request: “74 from the prompt list with lin??? (74.“Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.)” from an anon
a/n: i tried, anon, i did. enjoy <3</p>
The rain dripped down your skin, soaking your clothes
through almost completely. It had been raining all week – a fitting reflection
of your current mood, you thought to yourself – and the city of New York was
gray and bleak. You didn’t like when it was raining. The city seemed to get sad,
too, under the darkened sky. The usual hustle and bustle lacked energy,
excitement. No one wanted to leave their houses on such a rainy day, a day so
rainy you could barely see across the street. You hated when New York was sad.
It made you sad, too – and right now, it was making you even sadder. A tear
fell down your cheek and you swiped it away, looking up at the sky.
“Y/N?” you heard a voice call from the doorway. You didn’t
Today’s show… hadn’t been your best. Well, that was putting
it nicely – you sang four different notes completely sharp, missed two singing
lines, and just flat-out couldn’t wrap
your head around the motherfucking dance moves today. And you most
certainly didn’t want to talk about what had made you so upset that it
butchered your performance. Whoever wanted to speak to you… well, you hoped
they didn’t have too high of expectations, because you were really not in the
“I was looking for you,” the voice said, coming closer. “Oak
told me he had seen you coming up here and I wanted to check on you.”
<b>Hallucination! Oswald:</b> THERE'S NO RIDDLER WITHOUT THE PENGUIN<p/><b>Edward:</b> FUCK YOU I CAN MAKE IT ON MY OWN YOU'LL SEE<p/><b></b> *After the chaos he made*<p/><b>Edward:</b> Haha, I did it!! You see that-<p/><b></b> *Silence*<p/><b>Edward:</b> <p/><b>Edward:</b> uhm..<p/><b>Hallucination!Oswald:</b> you called babe? Saw the whole thing<p/><b>Edward:</b> oh hey, thanks I miss you-<p/><b>Hallucination!Oswald:</b> Awwwww you did-<p/><b>Edward:</b> I mean I want to fucking choke you.<p/><b>Hallucination!Oswald:</b> you sure have a kink for choking, Ed. Also did you really have to yell "The Riddler is coming!"?? Talk about ruining the climax!<p/><b>Edward:</b> wha-<p/><b>Hallucination!Oswald:</b> Yeah bitch you heard me, now let's head off babe I wanna sass you some more on the way home<p/></p>
Summary: When Cupid puts a love potion in Storybrooke’s water supply on Valentine’s Day, all kinds of chaos ensues. Can the heroes find a way to reverse the spell and bring peace back to their overly loving community?
Day dawned crisp and clear, the sun shining down on the snow that had blanketed
Storybrooke overnight, making it sparkle like tiny diamonds. Emma woke
slowly, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the security of Killian’s arms
Okay, sorry if your imagines are closed but.. Can you make a George one shot where the reader is his girlfriend that secretly cares about him a lot but doesn’t show it. Then a whole bunch of annoying and rude girls start flirting with George.
“Not now, George” I mutter.
It was one of those days where Mother Nature arrives and ruins your life for a few days. I’m never approachable on these days that appear once a month but George always tries too. I feel like I’m to hard on him sometimes but it’s not my fault. I have a hard time showing my feelings or emotions towards others.
I had a friend who I trusted and showed my emotions and secrets to but she betrayed me. I’ve had a hard time since showing other people how I feel. When you trust someone with your secrets, you expect them to keep them secret but she didn’t. Which leads me to be so reserved within myself.
Me and George have been dating for a few years now but I still haven’t took the big step yet, although I want to I still fear the worst. I push myself off the couch and walk away from George to my dormitory. I care about George so much but I’m afraid that if I fall to deep he’ll break me.
~The Next Day~
I was in the library vigorously tapping my finger against my book. I’ve been in here for about an hour now debating what I should do. Stay in here and actually study for my upcoming quiz or go to the Great Hall and tell George how I really feel.
It was nerve racking. I thought of so many reasons as to why I shouldn’t tell him but there were so many reason onto why I should. What if he leaves me if I don’t speak up now? What if he thinks I hate him?
It’s been so long since the first time I told him about how I feel about him and that was in the beginning of the relationship. I only ever told him how I feel once and I regret it deeply. I love him and I shouldn’t let one incident have a toll on my emotions for others.
I stand up from my chair and make my way towards the Great Hall. I’m going to tell George Weasley how much I love him and I’ll… I’ll kiss him! Yeah, that’s right because he’s my ginger.
I speed walk my way through the castle and make it to the Great Hall. I enter and see George making me smile but that smile slips as I notice that he’s surrounded by girls. I scowl before sitting on the table away from them but just close enough to hear their conversation
“Hey George” I heard multiple voices say together. I turn around to see Nicole and her gang of friends all standing behind me.
“Hi” I mutter before turning around to continue eating lunch. I felt hands rest on my shoulders making me roll my eyes. I push her hands off my shoulders. Then I feel the bench shift slightly as she and her friends surround me.
“I broke up with Adam today” she said with fake sadness, her face seemingly getting closer and closer.
“But I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out later tonight?” She touched my shoulder again and I pushed her hand away again.
Nicole and her friends were always like this when they saw that I was alone. Even when I try to escape they always push me back into my seat.
They always ask me questions about if I’m single or will I go out with them when they know that I’m dating (Y/n).
“Sorry to hear about that but I have a girlfriend.”
“Oh come on George. I know you want to be with me instead of her” She said in a slow voice as if trying to effect me.
“I have a girlfriend” I repeat standing up to get away.
“What is it about that wench?!” Nicole practically yelled. My blood was boiling and there was steam literally coming out of my ears.
“Don’t you ever talk about my girlfriend like that or you’ll have me to deal with” I spat. Nicole actually looked scared this time, she timidly took a few steps back.
“Hey!” I heard a voice say from behind Nicole.
“What is it about that wench?!” I heard Nicole yell. I’m not going to sit here and listen while she talks crap about me. I stand and make my way around the table towards George and those girls!
“Don’t you ever talk about my girlfriend like that or you’ll have me to deal with”
I had to admit George is pretty hot when he’s angry but that’s besides the point. George always defends me no matter what, which makes me realize that there are so many reasons as to why I love him.
“Hey!” I say tapping Nicole’s shoulder not so gently she turns around and I land a punch on her nose. Everyone in the Great Hall gasps.
“That’s for talking about me!”
I punch her once more and push her.
“and that’s for my boyfriend!”
George smiles at me and I walk over to him, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down to attach our lips together.
“Are you okay?” I ask smiling.
“I think I’m the one who should be asking you that” he chuckles.
“George, I’m sorry for everything. I’ve been such a bitch and I’ve never really told you how much I appreciate and love you for everything you do for me.” I whisper
“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you told me something because I thought you were going to leave me.” He hugs me tightly. “But it’s not going to cut it” he whispers.
“Well for me to feel better. I need a kiss here” he points at his cheek and I kiss it lightly.
“And here” he points at his forehead and I kiss it.
“And here” he points at his lips and I kiss it immediately making us both laugh in between the kiss.
“Miss. (Y/l/n)! Please follow me to Professor Dumbledore’s office” Professor Mcgonagall said.
“Someone’s in trouble” he whispers in my ear.
“You’re lucky you have me, Weasley” I say following Mcgonagall to Dumbledore’s office.
was always seen as the good boy, but you quickly realize that that is not quite
piece contains sexually explicit details. Read with discretion.
intoxicated person cannot give sexual consent. I have chosen to include a party
scene that includes drinking but the characters portrayed are NOT drunk. I do not condone behavior
that includes a person under the influence giving ‘consent.’ Also: always use
is literally 100% unedited because I’m posting this while I still have wifi at
this café. I’M SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS IN GRAMMAR AND OR SPELLING.
Kim Taehyung was always seen as the good boy. You saw
him that way, and frankly, so did everyone else. He had straight A’s, a kind
demeanor, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. To everyone on the
outside looking in, it was a mystery how he had ended up with the six other
delinquents that he was always surrounded by.
However, things had drastically turned around in the
span of one night, and as Kim Taehyung himself plowed into you from behind,
whispering dirty little things into your ear, everything seemed to make more
sense and things clicked into place.
Kim Taehyung was not the good boy that everyone had