oh how i wish i could believe that

Humans are Weird- Ignoring Pain

I hit my knee against a table and it hurt like hell, but I was in a hurry so I just rubbed it off you know. While I was on my way to the beach, everyone was looking at me *btw I was panicking cause I thought I had something on my face* When I got to the beach where my friend was waiting for me, she told me my knee was bleeding *I was actually pleased it was that and not that I had something on my face lol*

  • Isn’t horrible when you hit your hip with the table? Or Oh, the pinky toe. That is a suffering which I don’t wish upon ANYONE.

I just can’t believe that I DIDN’T NOTICE, and then it got me thinking, how humans can ignore pain. Like it must be a survival trait we developed through our existence to survive in extreme cases. 

Just imagine aliens being like HOW THE HELL DID YOU NOT NOTICE YOU WERE BLEEDING!? and I can’t stop laughing. 

Or worse, imagine they could feel your pain in a more intense way since some of us if not most have developed to feel less pain. 

*———————*

He felt it. The sharp pain lanced through his head and colorful spots flashed in front of his four eyes. The pain spread through his body, feeling a wave of agony. Then he saw the Human.

She was biting her lips, making it look she was trying to keep a cry out. Taking a closer look, she had a nasty cut on her ankle. She shrugged it off and continued to shuffle past the crew. Terric would think she would head to the medical room, but instead she was heading the opposite direction. -She would have to take care of it before it was too late that they would have to cut it offor even worse..that she could die- *he thought*

“Human-Sasha!” 

“Yes, Terr?” she answered him. 

“Why aren’t you heading to get medical attention?” he said concerned for her. 

Human-Sasha looked very confused, as if she had no idea what Terric meant. She had to know, right? 

“You’re bleeding!” he cried out. Scared for her survival. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t notice.” she mumbled, looking at her ankle. 

“You didn’t notice..? But didn’t it hurt?” 

Oh it did. But I guess..how would you say it….we humans can ignore pain in some cases if our mind is somewhere else.”

“I wasn’t aware humans had superpowers…” he said in a very serious manner. 

Human-Sarah ‘laughed’ out loud, making it look she was choking. Terric would never understand how that could show amusement in their kind.

“No”-she blurted out while laughing- “I assume humans have developed over the years to withhold pain in extreme cases, to guarantee our survival.”

Terric was horrified. He would have to update the human manual. 

OTP Quotes Challenge

A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!

  1. “Aah! That tickles!”
  2. “whAT IS THAT?!”
  3. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  4. “wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
  5. “No, I’m paying”
  6. “It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
  7. “dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT”
  8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
  9. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  10. “I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
  11. “Well, that was certainly awkward”
  12. “waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL”
  13. “are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
  14. “great, what did you bring home this time?”
  15. “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
  16. “aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
  17. “I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
  18. “enOUGH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR PUNS”
  19. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
  20. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  21. “okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
  22. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  23. “who was that? oh… your cousin…”
  24. “You okay? You seem a little off today”
  25. “I’m fine
  26. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  27. “c-can I hold your hand?..”
  28. “GIVE ME YOUR HAND”
  29. “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
  30. “you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
  31. “You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
  32. “y-you look… you look very nice.”
  33. “did that person just take a picture of us?”
  34. “c’mon, let’s dance!”
  35. “oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”
  36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
  37. “you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
  38. “why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
  39. “you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
  40. “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
  41. “Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
  42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
  43. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
  44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”
  45. “I can’t believe you actually bought that”
  46. “that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
  47. “no stop i’M HURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH”
  48. “let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that”
  49. “You’re too sweet”
  50. “ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?”

I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden

**THWACK**

A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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And I curse thee, wretched princess
With a gift
That will taste like poison to your sweet lips
(lips that i would have kissed, lips that i would have worshipped)
I grant you the gift of sight
Of predicting the future
(your eyes would not meet mine; i will fill them with horror)
(for it is the destiny of your sacred city; for this you can trust the god of oracles)
Here lies not my curse
It is much more cruel, much more insidious
No one will ever believe that you tell the truth
(oh sweet Cassandra i would have loved you long and true)
I sentence you to witness the doom of your family, your city, your loved ones
I sentence you to misery and ruin
I sentence you to be deprived of love
(this favour you denied me, you will never be able to give it to anyone else willingly)

Oh, cursed, lonely, forsaken princess
How I regret my rage, how I wish I could undo the past
For as I cursed you, I cursed myself
(an eternity of suffering and sadness, before time can soften my grief)
The sun god is now sentenced to gaze at you from his chariot in the sky
(do you remember playing with snakes in my temple when you were a child?)
(how i miss those simpler times)
Forced to see his beloved mistreated, taken away, lost in a foreign land beyond his reach
Left unable to act
(forgiveness is not a quality the gods possess, how i wish i had been less divine)
Cassandra, I’m sorry my love, he sings in every sunrise, forgive me, I regret
And now the sun god weeps every evening, tears of light and tears of sunset
(it’s too late now. the world has changed. the sacred city of Troy has fallen)
—  apollo’s complaints (l.m)
Guilty

Summary: After a hunt goes bad the reader lets Dean’s words get her down.

Characters: Sister! Reader x Castiel, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Language, Self-loathing, Low self esteem, Castiel being super awesome

A/N:  I wrote this little short for @iwantthedean two prompt challenge. My prompt was “Guilt and I are old friends it’s a companion that sits on my back”.  Also the whole time I wrote this I was thinking of the song Fix You by Coldplay.  I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated!

Also: Thank you @chelsea072498 for beta’ing and @tankcupcakes & @paintrider13-blog for the encouragement! 

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Requested by Anon

Brett Talbot x Reader

Word count: 659
Warnings: Aggressive reader.

Request: Could you do an imagine where Y/N goes to BHHS. Brett has made a bet how long it would take to sleep with you. But that was before he knew you. And now he really likes you. You somehow find out and you have a massive fight but he makes it up to you.


You nuzzled your nose into your shirt, smiling as you still smelt the sweet aroma from yours and Brett’s shared lust from yesterday. You had invited him over yesterday and one thing led to another.

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Let me love you

summary: You end up fighting with your boyfriend, leading him to physically hurt you. After finally getting out of the situation and finally breaking up with him, you seek Jungkook’s comforting arms. As he comforts you,Jungkook realizes he can’t continue hiding his feelings for you and decides to finally confess his feelings.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

genre: angst, fluff

warning: violence and strong language

word count: 1,492


Originally posted by jeonbase

You sat on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend for the third time that week. Looking towards the clock, you let out an irritated sigh as you furrowed your eyebrows. 12:47am. You knew it was pointless waiting for (y/bf/n), seeming that it always ended in an argument. That’s just how it’s been the past few weeks. Him coming home drunk as shit, sometimes smelling like other women, you waiting for him, and the endless fights.

You looked toward the entrance as the doorknob jiggled. (Y/bf/n) stumbled through the door, gripping some girl’s waist as he continued to suck her face off. You stood quickly, your arms crossed over your chest. “Who the hell is this?” you snapped. His head quickly snapped to where you were standing, his eyes locking with yours. “Shit.” he muttered. “Leave.” he told the girl, his eyes still locked with yours.

“But-”

“Fucking leave.” he growled, this time looking at her. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door behind her as she left. You continued to stare at him in silence. “So, is this what you do? Go out, get drunk and fuck other girls?” you said coldly. His eyes narrowed, before saying, “Does it matter what I do?”

“Of course it matters! I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake!” you said in a raised voice. He scoffed, turning away. You walked towards him, hitting his back with your fists. Growling he grabbed your wrists and threw you to the floor. “God you’re such a fucking pest.” he growled, looking down a you. You stood and gave (y/bf/n) a venomous glare. “If I’m such a pest, why the hell do you keep me around?” you spat.

“Oh honey, isn’t it obvious? I only dated you for sexual purposes. You honestly don’t mean crap to me.” he said with a smirk. You stood frozen, your (e/c) eyes wide. That had cut you deep. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. This caused his smirk to widen. “What is it sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?” he said while taking a step towards you. You shook your head, eyes glued to his face. “It was all a lie?” you whispered softly. 

(Y/bf/n) let out a dark chuckle. “Of course (y/n). I mean who would want to date somebody as worthless as you?”

He lifted his and caressed your cheek, a smirk still gracing his lips. You smacked his hand away and said, “You know what? We’re done. I never want to see your disgusting face again.” you snapped, pushing him away. This caused the smirk to fall from his lips. He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. “Listen here, you little bitch. We aren’t over unless I say so.” he growled, his eyes going dark. He then grabbed your bum, a smirk once again evident. 

(Y/bf/n) brought a finger to your mouth as he began to trace the shape of your lips. You took this opportunity and bit down on his finger, feeling triumph as he pulled his hand away in pain.  But this feeling soon left as he backhanded you, black dots filling your vision. The left side of your face throbbed painfully as you lifted your hand to your cheek. A small gasp left your lips and before you could do anything else, hands were wrapped tightly around your throat.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled angrily, hitting your head against the wall behind you. You struggled to breathe, clawing at his hands, reaching for  something, anything, to hit him with. Your lungs were on fire and you knew you had to do something before he killed you. Eyes landing on a vase beside you, you desperately reached towards it. 

Feeling the cool surface of the vase against your hand, you grabbed it and immediately brought it against (y/bf/n)’s head. His hands let go of your throat as he stumbled back. You held the table beside you as you gasped, air filling your lungs once again. You grabbed your phone and looked at your now ex-boyfriend, who seemed be bleeding. Your (e/c) eyes wide, you said, “We’re done (y/ex-bf/n). I don’t care what you say, we’re done.”

You bolted out the door and began running, your feet automatically carrying you to the one person you wanted most. Jungkook. Oh, how he was right. He told you countless times that (y/ex-bf/n) wasn’t good for you. ‘God, I should have listened to him. Why must I be so stubborn?’ you thought angrily as you reached the house. 

Before you could raise your hand to knock the door had swung open, revealing Jungkook on the other side. “I seen you coming through the window. What happened to you?” he asked softly, pulling you into the house. His fingers brushed against your cheek, causing you to wince at the pain. Jungkook lifted your chin and examined your neck.

“He did this?” Jungkook whispered.

You nodded slowly. You looked up at him, your (e/c) filled with tears. “He used me Kookie. He only wanted me for my body, and I was stupid enough to believe he loved me. I should have listened to you.” you yelled, tugging at your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Jungkook said nothing, but grabbed your hand and led you to his room.

It hurt him to see you like this. To see you crying, hurt and overall broken. It hurt him seeing you with other men. Oh, how he wished he could call you his. He wanted to be the reason you smiled day after day, the reason for your laughter. I have to tell her, I can’t just keep these feelings to myself. Not anymore, he thought.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, wanting comfort. Wanting for him to hold you close. You felt Jungkook stiffen and frowned when he pulled away from you. “I can’t.” he whispered, moving away. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Kookie? What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone laced with worry. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but dropped your hand when you seen him flinch away from your touch. He turned away from you and stared out the window. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” you begged.

“I can’t stand to see you cry (y/n). I can’t stand seeing you date other guys. For fuck’s sake, it hurts me seeing tears fall from your eyes, seeing you hurt and broken. But most of all it hurts me when other men are making you laugh and smile. It hurts so damn much because I want that to be me. I want to be the one to make you smile. I want to be the reason you laugh. I wish to be the one holding you at night, just being able to have your body tangled with mine. You don’t deserve getting hurt. You deserve being treated like the damn queen you are. I want to call you mine, and to be able to have you say that I’m yours. Because damn it (y/n), I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you.”

He dropped to your knees in front of you, holding his head in his hands. When he finally looked up, you saw the years glistening on his cheeks. “Please (y/n). Let me be the one to do all those things. Let me love you.” he cried.

You were shocked. You wanted to say something, but no word passed your lips. Jungkook continued to sob, his head in his hands. You dropped down next to him, taking his face into your hands. His eyes refused to meet your (e/c) ones. “Jeon Jungkook, look at me.” You said firmly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before kookie? If I had known, I wouldn’t have dated these other men, especially that foul son of a bitch (y/ex-bf/n). Because believe it or not, I’ve been in love with you since day one. I thought that dating other people will help me get over you. It worked for the time I was with (y/ex-bf/n). But look at where it led me, Jungkook. It led me back to you. It always comes back to you.” You said, truthfully.

His eyes searched your face, as if looking for signs that you were lying to him. When he didn’t find any he said, “So you’ll give me a chance? You’ll let me be the one to love you and treat you how you should be treated?” You smiled and nodded your head. He grabbed your face and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“I think we should wait a while, kookie. Seeming that I just got out of a relationship, getting together now would look bad.” you said once he pulled away. He nodded. “I understand.” he said.

“Because now that I know you feel the same way, I’m willing to wait for the right time to officially call you mine. I will wait for you (Y/n) (Y/l/n), no matter how long it takes.“

All Tangled Up

Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms:  Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!

A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None


“Bruce, where are you guys?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”

“Bruce…”

“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”

I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”

“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”

“Of course he can.”

The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”

“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”

“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”

“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!”  From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.

“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”

I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”

“Okay,”

“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”

I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”

“What?”

“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”

“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”

He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.

“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”

“Are you just starting the season?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”

“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.

“Shh, watch the show.”

“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”

“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”

Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”

“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.

Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.

“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.

I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.

I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.

I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.

If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.

She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.

He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.

Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.

(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.

He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.

“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.

“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”

I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”

“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.

“Steve, just tell me.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.

He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”

“You what?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”

“How could I have?!”

“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”

“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.

“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.

“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.

“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.

I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.

“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.

He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”


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YOUNG: Part 2 ( COLE X READER)

Summary: Your first encounter with Cole since he came. An emotional roller coaster ride follows after he asks another girl to dance.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! It’s a little too deep and emotional. Hope you’re okay with that ._. I loved writing it :)

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“Wow, the view is still spectacular,” Cole exclaims

Not too long ago, he snuck into your dorm to wake you up so you two could climb the Kingsville Hill like you did when you were young.

You roll your eyes as your ignore his statement and retort him back with a question, “How did you even find my room?”

Cole looks at you like it was the most normal thing in the world to sneak into the girls’ dormitory.

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before,” he winks. You scoff.

After all these years, he’s still got it. Yeap.

You turn away from him and focus on the spectacular view before you.

The good old hilltop, the Filgirtz river between the two Kingsville mountains , the sun about to rise, and a certain Cole Sprouse next to you.

Just like old times.

You still remember how much you looked forward into early morning adventures with Cole. Starting the day with the person you ‘loved’ was something you missed.

It feels so weird having him here. It’s like he never left. It’s like the two years without him were just a blur and he’s here.

“So (y/n),” He smiles at you, “How have you been?”

Your eyes flutter as reflect back on the two years you spent trying to get over him, the hardest two years.

“I’ve been great,” you happily reply,” How about you, some big shot now huh?”

“Haha, so you’ve watched my show!”

“Errgh..,” you think of some excuse,”Well,”

“Oh my god, (y/n). I can’t believe you!”

“Cole, chill. You know me. I’m don’t watch TV a lot. Besides, school has been..” you nervously blurt out things you don’t even mean. I mean, how could you possibly explain to him how seeing him on TV hurt so much?

“I get it,” he happily wraps his arm around your shoulder,” Oh look, the sun is rising.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden gesture. You know it doesn’t mean anything.  But it feels nice. It really does.  You’ve lost count of the number of sunrise and sunset you watched whist wishing he was with you.

“I’ve you missed you, (y/n)!”

“Me too.”

Maybe you never really got over him. Maybe you just learnt to hide your feelings. Maybe your feelings never left- because the way I see it, you still look at him the same way you did when you realized you were in love with him.

-

During breakfast, Cole makes quite a statement by sitting next to you.

“Hey, that’s my-” Wendy protests. “Why don’t you sit next to Kj over there?”

Wow, Cole just made an offer she couldn’t refuse. Wendy happily makes her way towards KJ.

“(Y/N), Do you think we have any common classes today?”

You shake your head,”Nope, the summer program is different from the regular classes.”

“Dang it, I was thinking you could introduce me to some of your friends!”

You roll you eyes,”Go away, Cole. I’m trying to eat.”

He snickers, “Hey,” he puts your hair behind your ear,”You hair was a lot lighter when you were young.”

Don’t do that Cole. Don’t.

“Don’t do that, Cole.” Wait did you just blurt that out.

“Do what?

Playing with my heart.

“Playing with hair, idiot. I pay good money for this,” you joke.

He scoff and gets up,”See you later, kiddo.” he brushes your hair abruptly obviously with the intention of messing it up.

This boy has no idea what he does to my heart.

-

You’re really excited for the Dance class today. One, because you’re really excited to see Cole. It really never gets old! He makes you feel like you’re 15 all over again. You can’t even seem to remember what you went through when he left. You’re just happy he’s here again. Also, the fact that he wanted to see the sunrise with you on his first day of return..makes you feel special.

Maybe this is fate’s way of giving us another chance, you think.

The moment you enter the class, you’re met with the sight of Cole surrounded by 5-6 girls. Ugh, he’s still the old Cole.

You roll your eyes at the sight and head to your seat.

“Hey, (y/n), right?” Cole’s red-headed friend comes over to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about the other day. I had to run,”

“Clearly,” he jokes

You laugh, “Haha, I’m (y/n).”

“Very nice to meet you, (y/n). You can call me KJ.”
“Nice to meet you as well, Mr KJ.”

KJ seems like a really cool guy. He keeps you distracted from Cole for a while. He doesn’t a good job at it though. It’s not his fault that YOU’VE been in love with the same guy for over 3 years. Obviously, your jealousy is going to act up.

“Aw, I see what’s happening here,” exclaims KJ

“What?”

“You’ve got the hots for Sprouse!”

You scoff, “I SO DON’T!”

“Please, you’ve been staring at that direction for like idk,”
You hit his arm,”You’re so annoying, it’s nothing like that!”

He chuckles,”I was just playing with you, jeez.  You’re cute when you get flustered.”

You shoot him a look,” Annoying.”

“Hello class!,” Mrs Hurley makes her entry. KJ goes back to his front seat.

“Now today,” she begins,” We are going to choose partners for ya’ll”

Everybody looks at each other excitedly. Your eyes find Cole. He’s obviously excited.

“I’m going to give you 10 minutes, only 10 minutes. Within this 10 minutes, find yourself a partner. Gather up your guts and ask the girl/boy you like to be your dance partner! Don’t be shy, this is your final year. Otherwise, I will be choosing the partners for you all.”

Definitely not the latter.

During the  first two minutes, the atmosphere was filled with tension as well as excitement at the same time. You could literally see how everyone was mentally preparing themselves to ask their crush to be their dance partner.

“I’m going to ask Alec,” says Wendy. “Who are you going to ask?”

You look at Cole, seated at the front row, he’s still joking around with KJ and some other friends.

“Cole?” Wendy gawks at you.

“I don’t know, maybe..”

“Seriously? Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“It’s not like that, Wendy.” You smile,”It’s different this time.”

“Hey, they’re coming here”

You turn away as soon as you notice KJ and Cole both making their way towards you.

“Talk to me, talk to me,” you instruct Wendy,” Pretend we’re having so much fun. HAHA YOU’RE SO FUNNY WENDY,”. It’s actually really cute to see you get all conscience around Cole.

“(y/n),” you hear someone call your name. Excitedly, you look up.

KJ Apa.

You turn around to search for Cole. You spot him at the corner of the room asking a blondie. Wow. The moment when you can actually feel yourself heart break.

“(y/n)?” 

“Yes, yes. Kj.” You try your best not to let your emotions get the best of you.

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?” he asks

“I would love to.” You lie through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go. I don’t think I’m feeling well,” you blurt and excuse yourself.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to lie down for a bit.”

You ask Mrs Hurley if you could get a pass for this class. She was adamant at first because you were one of her favourite dancers, but she let you go.

-

You should’ve let him go  long time back.

In 9th grade, when he said he would love to take you to the dance but asked another girl instead.

In 8th grade, when you saw him kiss Claire at the library.

When he decided that you weren’t a good enough reason for him to stay and not leave.

There were many incidents which you knew was your cue to let him go.

But you didn’t listen, you were too stubborn. But I guess we all are, when we’re in love. You never gave up on him, you never even thought of moving on because you always had hope. Only now do you realize that Cole will always be Cole.

It hurts.

It may not make any sense but then again, when does it ever?

This is the guy you loved all your life.

You’re aggravated, frustrated and hurt at the same time. You’ve always ben there for Cole more than any of his side chicks ever has- and he still doesn’t see you. He always leads you on with his pretty boy etiquettes.. but this is where it ends.

Staring back at you are all the things related to Cole which you had saved all these years. His 8th grade sweater which he let you wear and never asked back, the rose he picked while asking you to be his girlfriend, the bobbypin his mom used on you when you met her at a tea party, the ticket to the first movie you went to together, the notes he passed in between classes and many many more.

“Are you sure about this?” Wendy holds your hand tightly.

“I just,” you break down. Tears begin to roll down your face uncontrollably.

“There, there.” Wendy rubs your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“I feel so stupid, he wasn’t even mine to begin with,” you force a laugh.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

“Suree.”

“He doesn’t deserve it,” she blurts.

“What?”

“Your love. He doesn’t deserve it. I know how you always defend him and say he’s not the one to blame because you never told him about your feelings but the way I see it, he should’ve already figured it out. I mean, c’mon, no girl would put herself through what you went through him. And he’s an ass for always settling for less. And I know how you go on about not having the right to feel bad or upset. Cmon, we’re all human. You have every right to feel hurt. You have every right to feel however you want to feel, damn it!”

“I think I loved him, you know?” you wipe your tear filled eyes. “I think I really did love him, because no matter what he did,no matter how many girls he hooked up with,  no matter how many times he falsely led me on, I didn’t stop loving him. And I don’t know if that makes me a complete nutcase or a hopeless romantic. I was just so blinded by the thought of us being together that I refused to see how much he was actually hurting me.   It was just that, when he was with me none of it mattered, you know? He was so different around me. Not the playboy the school knew. He always knew how to make me laugh, he kept me really really happy. Like, really really happy. And I was convinced that I would never be happy without him. I think that’s where I went wrong.”

“It’s time to let go, (y/n).”

You nod. “Yes, it’s time.” You reflect back on what happened earlier this morning. How he woke you up and caught the sunrise with you and you felt so special. You feel so stupid. Cole will always be Cole.

He will never notice me. He could talk to me, play with me, chase sunsets with me, but he’ll never notice me. And that’s how I know he’s not the one for me.

Besides, you can only let someone make you feel horrible about yourself, for so long.

Rolling your sleeves up, you look at your best friend and say,”Now, let’s dump this.”

-

You thought you would feel horrible after getting rid of his things but you actually feel liberated. Now that your heart has convinced your mind that Cole isn’t the one for you, he doesn’t seem that big of a deal anymore. It’s not like you’ve lost all 100% feelings for him but it’s easier now, knowing that you don’t have to worry about seeing him, not seeing him, talking to him, not talking to him.

None of it matter anymore now that you’ve  made up your mind to move on.

It’s almost dinner time . You make your way towards the dinning hall, eventually spotting Cole talking to some 2-3 girls at the side of the hallway.

You hear him call you but you decide to ignore it. He can’t always have his way with his girls and come back to you whenever he feels like it.

It doesn’t work that way, Cole.

“(Y/N), heading for dinner?” KJ meets you along the way.

“Yeah, you ?”

“Same, let’s go together.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Cole gawking at KJ and you. Probably just surprised at your sudden friendship.

At the dinner table, Cole and KJ sat across you. You ignored Cole the entire time. You refused to acknowledge his presence. Kate, the girl he asked for the dance sat next to him. You wanted to barf.

After dinner, Cole walked up towards you and before you could run away from him again, he started a conversation. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Of course. I was just going to my room,” you answered.

“Why do I feel like you’re ignoring me?”

“I’m not.”

Cole wasn’t convinced much but he nodded his head and said,”Hey (y/n), wanna go to the hilltop at 10?”

You take a deep breath and hold your heart together as you answer, ”No. Goodnight.”

-

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Red and Gold

Hey guys! Here I am in this situation again. Because I am such a wonderful friend (sarcasm), I missed another birthday. This time, the wonderful Anika at @avengerofyourheart had her birthday, and I was not online…

To make that up to her, I am dedicating this fic to her, as we also celebrate the birthday of our one and only Tony Stark! I hope you like it sweetheart, and happy birthday! (I didn’t go into too much detail with the cake- I didn’t want to make any mistakes!!!)

TIMELINE-2014

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You sat in your loungeroom, putting the final touches on the wrapping paper. The ribbon was being very stubborn, but so were you, and you finally managed to get it curled. You smiled at it with satisfaction.

Then you heard the ding of the oven, and you made your way to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts, and removing the cake. You placed it on the rack to cool before icing it.

Today was Tony Stark’s birthday. It hadn’t snuck up on you like birthdays sometimes did, because he was talking about his big party a week in advance.

You would attempt to attend the party that night, but Bucky was still very much in a state of confusion, and you weren’t sure you wanted to be away from him. You thought about him down in the gym with Steve, and smiled. It had been less than a month since you had discovered that Bucky was still alive, and it was still strange to you. Wonderful, but strange.

The cake was ready. You carefully placed it into a container, making sure not to damage the arc reactor icing on the top, and pressed the lid on. Checking the time on the oven, you saw it was 2:30. Perfect.

You took up the cake and gift, and made your way out of the apartment, and up to Tony’s lab. He would still be in there at this time, even on his birthday. You nodded when you heard the sounds of his equipment, and a swear word enter your ear, confirming this.

You knocked awkwardly, trying not to upset the cake. Tony continued his work, so you waited patiently. He had heard you, he just needed a moment to finish whatever it was he was currently doing.

When the door opened, Tony’s face went from one of distracted concentration, to that of a smile. “(Y/N), what brings you here?”

“Well, I thought I’d wish you a happy birthday early,” you replied, lifting the cake and the gift slightly for emphasis.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” he replied, taking the wrapped gift you had held out for him. He ushered you inside, and carefully cleared a space at one of his cluttered work benches. He pulled a stool over for you, and you sat a little awkwardly on it, anxiety beginning to course through you. You were never good at this part.

Tony brought his own stool over, and smiled at you. You felt how happy he was, and your nerves eased slightly.

“Open it,” you prompted gently.

Tony looked at the gift for a moment, and then back at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until everyone else is here?”

You shook your head. “I prefer doing this sort of thing one on one. Besides, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to… stay… at the party.”

Tony looked at you, understanding in his eyes. You were worried about the disappointment you were expecting to feel emanate from him, but that never came.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m such a bad friend,” you uttered.

“You aren’t a bad friend, (Y/N). You are an amazing friend, and a caring wife. And aside from those things, you must also be so confused about everything.”

Confused was probably a good word to use, but you didn’t confirm his assertion.

“Do you want me to postpone the party? I’m more than happy to,” Tony offered sincerely.

“Oh no, Tony, don’t do that! You’ve been looking forward to this! It’s your birthday!” You replied, frustrated that you had somehow managed to make things difficult, again.

“Alright. But, since you may not come, we’re having a little party together now, OK?”

“OK,” you smiled.

“JARVIS, could you play my party mix, please?” Tony asked.

Of course sir.

The music began to play, and Tony went back to his gift. Your nerves returned as he ripped the paper away. His face was still for a moment, before a large smile flashed across it.

“This looks really comfortable, (Y/N), thank you!” Tony exclaimed, holding the thick, wool jumper up to himself.

“Well, I figured this would be a gift that your elderly Auntie Barnes would make for you,” you replied. You could sense that he liked it, but you still felt silly about your reasoning.

“You made this?”

“Yeah, I made it. I used to knit and sew a lot when I was younger, especially during the war. I haven’t really done it since I woke up, but I guess I’ve still got it,” you explained, twiddling your fingers.

Tony looked at you in awe, and you could sense the affection, when he put the red and gold jumper on. He stood up, and posed like a model might.

“What do you think?”

“It looks wonderful on you, Tony!”

You were happy he liked it. While at first you had intended the gift as a joke, the further you progressed with it, the more you realised you were trying to give Tony a gift a family member might. You wanted him to feel warm and loved.

“Cake next, or dancing?” Tony asked, pulling you out of your reverie.

“Wait. How are we supposed to have cake in here?” You asked, looking around the lab.

“Well, I used to have a no food policy, but Bruce gets so cranky when he’s hungry, and we know how well that could go,” Tony explained, moving to a cupboard and opening it. Inside was a mini fridge, a microwave, a few plates, and some cutlery. “So I had all of this put in.”

He picked up two plates, a knife, and two forks, and returned to his stool. You slid the cake over to him, still in its container, and he pried the lid off, chuckling when he saw the arc reactor design. He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow.

“I was telling Pepper I was going to make you a cake, and she suggested this,” you explained with a small laugh.

“My god, she knows me,” he answered, cutting two slices of the cake as best he could with the knife.

“Wait, what about the wish?” You asked him.

“Oh, I don’t have any candles in here… I have a bunsen burner,” Tony thought out loud.

“Just make a wish. You don’t need fire for that,” you smiled.

“Alright, alright. I wish-”

“Not out loud! You think the wish.”

“Do you believe it’ll make a difference?”

“Not really,” you replied sheepishly. You weren’t sure how you felt about wishing. You had stopped believing a long time ago, but with Bucky back, you weren’t sure. “But it’s tradition.”

“Fine,” Tony huffed. He made his wish, silently, and then gave you a piece of cake. You chatted together as you ate, about all sorts of things.

When you had both finished, Tony stood and held his hand out to you. You looked at him, confused.

“It’s a party, (Y/N),” he sighed. “People dance at parties.”

“Right,” you answered.

You stood as well, and placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, and you danced together.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Tony began. “Aside from the jumper, and cake, you’ve given me the best thing you possibly could today.”

“And what’s that?”

“You’ve made me feel… loved.”

“Of course you’re loved, Tony,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder gently as you kept dancing.

“Please don’t stop… making me feel that way.”

“I won’t.”

You both continued to dance, Tony holding you especially tight, when eventually JARVIS let you know that Bruce was coming. You ended your little party, and you hugged Tony, kissing him on the cheek. You wished you could say the words you longed to say. I love you. But you knew it would make him uncomfortable.

As you left, Tony told you it was ok if you wanted to skip his party that night. “You should be with Metal Man. Besides, I don’t think even my extravaganza tonight could top the party we just had.”

You smiled, thanked him, and left.

Later that night, as you sat with Bucky, helping him through a memory he thought he had, Steve got home from the party.

“How did it go?” You asked.

“Good, good. Loud. Oh, and he wore your jumper all night, (Y/N), and he wouldn’t take it off,” he replied.

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I Can Change Your Name

Here it is! I hope everyone enjoys it! This is only my second fanfic so if anyone has any pointers, I would sure appreciate it! :)

I do not own Fairy Tail or the characters, Hiro Mashima does. 

Rating: t

Pairings: nalu

Characters: natsu, lucy, lucy’s boss (unnamed character)


“Lucy! I expect to see those papers gone through and edited on my deck be the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” Lucy flashed a fake smile to her boss.

“And I don’t care how long it takes I want it done!” Lucy’s boss barked

“Of course you don’t care.” she mumbles under her breath.

“What was that, Heartfilia?”

“I said I’ll have it done as soon as I can. Sir.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Lucy worked for The Magnolia Papers. Her official title was the “paid intern”. In other words, she was treated like nothing and expected to do everything. She did the editing on all the papers and wrote most of the papers. She sometimes even designed the papers. But, she never got the credit, she was only the intern after all, and her boss wasn’t about to give her credit. All she wanted was a little recognition here and there. She knew the business wouldn’t be as successful without her, so she sucked it up and did her job.

When Lucy sat down at her deck to see how many papers she had to read and edit, she almost yelled. 400 papers. She had to read and edit 400 papers by the end of the day. Lucy wanted to crumble on the ground and cry and scream. But she wouldn’t. No, she wouldn’t. That was exactly what her boss wanted. Her boss had wanted her gone the second she was hired. Luckily her boss was only the supervisor for their branch so he had little to no authority over who was hired and fired. The only reason he wanted her fired was because her last name was Heartfilia. Lucy wasn’t too fond of her name either though. Her father had done bad things to good people. Unfortunately for Lucy, no matter how hard she worked or how kind she was, she would always have that last name.

“Five papers to go.” She thought to herself.

The words on the pages were starting to move around the page but she wouldn’t give up.  

“Done! Finally done.”

Sighing from exhaustion she looked around to see if anyone else was left at the office. When she didn’t see anyone, she looked at the clock to see how late it was.

“10:30 already? Wow, I better get home.”

Lucy dropped the pile of papers off at her boss’s desk and went out to her car to go home.

As Lucy walked through her apartment door she saw her boyfriend laying on the couch watching TV.

“Natsu?”

“Oh, hey Luce! How was your day?”

“Awful! Just Awful.” Lucy pouted.

Natsu frowned at her response and opened his arms. Lucy didn’t waste a second before jumping into them.

“What happened?” he asked as he adjusted himself so they could both lay on the couch.

“My boss made me read and edit 400 papers! 400 papers Natsu! You would not believe how bad of a head ache I have right now. I didn’t even get a break today! I don’t understand why he treats me like this.”

“I’m so sorry, Lucy. I wish there was something I could do.”

Natsu pulled her in closer to him. Lucy laid her head on his chest enjoying his natural heat. She had always loved how warm he was. When he held her, she always felt so calm. It was as if his warmth wrapped around her, shielding her from any worries.

“Do you know what else he did?” Lucy pulled away slightly to look in his eyes.

“What did he do?”

“He had the audacity to call me by my last name. Maybe he would like me more, or at least treat me better if I had a different one.” She sighed as she laid back down on Natsu. She closed her eyes wanting to forget about the terrible day she had just had.

“Hey, Luce?” Natsu said after a few minutes.

“Hmmm?” She hummed with her eyes still closed.

“I know you don’t like your last name now but, maybe I can change it.”

Lucy opened her eyes and saw a silver band with a small diamond in the middle. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Natsu moved from the couch and knelt to the ground.

“Lucy, will you… Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, Natsu!

With shaky hands Natsu reached to grab Lucy’s hand to put her ring on her finger.

When Natsu was finished, she leaned in for a kiss. Lucy’s day might have started out rough but, her earlier worries had completely slipped her mind.

c7-r2thgsytrw  asked:

what do you think about what zero told yuuki ; that he will accept and love her and the part of her where "that person" remains ?

Immediately, I think of how Zero loves Yuuki unconditionally. He could never resent her for connections she’s made beyond him. He would never punish her in any way for loving others beside himself. He is completely selfless in his affections for her.

Yuuki can hardly believe it herself. We know she feels unworthy of the love he gives to her so freely because she’s so emotionally unavailable after the traumatic death/suicide of Kaname, but that’ll come to pass when she eventually begins to live for herself. His love is very deep and pure, that’s what I think, to the point that I sometimes wish he could be a bit more selfish. But that’s not in his character.

[OH GOSH I JUST NOTICED HOW ZERO PINCHED HER CHEEK HERE MY HEART IS MELTING SEND HELP]

For a better appreciation, I’d say to compare that to Kaname who claimed to feel the same way, saying that he was fine with Yuuki’s attachment to Zero because she chose to “suffer” and stay with him. But ultimately, Yuuki’s preference for Zero was his undoing.

Yuuki loved Kaname as her family, as someone that had a profound impact upon her life, even if she felt she never really knew him. But it is as Zero said, Kaname “bound” Yuuki to him, and it’s easy to interpret that to be from the guilt he employed to control her. “That person” would remain a part of her, and VKM is trying to represent how she’s handling that.

The line was a reaffirmation of the trio’s dynamic. More importantly Zero and Yuuki’s as it gave reason, yet again, as to why it was these two that were able to eventually find their way out of the deep dark forest together, cultivating a family and their love for the rest of their lives. The patience of Zero to fully accept Yuuki as broken as she became, and Yuuki’s recovery to become radiant once again – it is as the love theme says: If you want to hurry, go slow [very slow lol -shot-].

Thank you for the ask! And I hope you have a nice day! :) ♥

I’m bitter today.

Bitter that I have to deal with this.
Bitter that I had to lay in bed at 7
in the morning thinking about surgery.
Thinking about how I have to change
my body to be as I need it, feel as I need to
and feeling my chest ache and my eyes sting
and the flutter of a sob in my throat.
I don’t actually have to have surgery
but I do but I don’t but I do but I don’t but-

saying I don’t have to is how I should feel.
It’s what I tell people, say to society as a whole.

“Stop focusing on genitals.”

I need to tell myself again.

Its 11:11 and I’m wishing I wasn’t trans,
that I’m just a girl looking at a clock.
Oops. I said it out loud. Guess it won’t come true.

Do cis people have any idea how fortunate they are?

To have a body they don’t have a problem with?
To effortlessly be seen
and comfortable
and respected
and truthful
and desired
and complete
inside their own skin?

And I’m not talking about like
“Oh I don’t like my hair” or
“Oh I could lose a few pounds”.
I’m talking about a sense of self
opposed to what they see;
what everyone can see.

Something you can’t change without people
not believing you, to start,
and having to convince everyone you know
that you actually know yourself.
Then doing the same with therapists
and doctors and doctors and nurses
and then tests and blood work
and papers and papers to get a name
that doesn’t cut your tongue,
and pills or shots or patches
and the stares of strangers;
walking down the street wondering
if people can even see you
and if they can’t that they’ll walk and
not yell at you or attack you or kill you.
Then more doctors and therapists
and more convincing that you’re honest
and never gonna ever take it back
to get a check-mark to be cut up
and rearranged to something
that hopefully won’t end up
making you as scarred and numb
as you felt before all of this.

Oh but they say we’re faking.
But we’re lying.
But this is a kink
But we have ulterior motives
But we’re fucking perverts
But what’s the cause
but this is due to trauma

No this is the trauma

We’re not sick because of ourselves
but because of everything that happens
to make us feel like we are.

Do cis people even understand
what their bodies mean to them?
Does anything beyond aesthetics
ever for a second cross their minds?
I guess that’s privilege
and it means never having
to think about it.
Never having to cobble it together
or hold onto it for more than
it takes to close your eyes
and look away from your reflection.

Today I’m bitter and blinking
and trying to look away from the mirror

but today I guess I can’t.

AU Drabble Game

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Mafia AU’s:

  1. Rival Gang Leaders
  2. “if my father finds out..We’re both dead”
  3. “This is going to be a lot easier, without you here”
  4. “okay..Maybe I was a little harsh but do it again and I’ll cut your eyes out”
  5. “So.. You want a favour huh?”
  6. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you”
  7. “Boss wanted to see you.. He said it was important”
  8. “This is all part of the job”
  9. The boss goes missing
  10. Accidental murder
  11. Kidnapping gone wrong
  12. Falling in love with the enemy
  13. “what is a pretty girl like you doing in this place?”
  14. “You got the money?”
  15.  “Not everyone is fucking Italian.. Get your shit together”
  16. “Looks like I’m going to have to punish you, baby doll”

Supernatural AU’s:

  1. “How can you be a vampire but faint at the sight of blood?”
  2. “Babe you know I love you but give me one more dog toy in my birthday and I’m leaving you”
  3. “I could take care of you so much better than him, don’t forget, I was an angel once too”
  4. “You’re my everything.. I’d never hurt you..”
  5. “How do you accidentally get trapped inside a fucking mirror??”
  6. “I can’t believe this is your secret..”
  7. “I don’t care if you’re fucking Caspar the friendly ghost,get away from me!”
  8. “Be careful what you wish for..”
  9. “Oh please.. Don’t pull your tragic immortal bullshit on me”
  10. “Are wings heavy?”
  11. “stop thinking.. Just feel..”
  12. “Be mine.. And I’ll do anything for you”
  13. “I’m a werewolf, not your fucking pet dog”
  14. “I didn’t want to kill her..”
  15. “I was hoping you’d fall for my natural charms by now”
  16. “I  may be tiny, but still bigger than your dick”

College AU’s:

1. “Kay fine you’re the smart one, now let me copy”

2. “I know it’s 3 in the morning but I kinda ran out of toilet paper”

3. “Will you shut up for a minute and let me think?”

4. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

5. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

6. “I’m too sober for this”

7 .“Just please be my best friend and not the guy I just confessed to”

8 .“you can’t keep pretending like it didn’t happen! Because it fucking did!”

9 .“Trust me I’d rather eat shit than be partners with you”

10. “How could you?? You know how long that took me to make!”

11. “If that tounge piercing doesn’t scream 18 I don’t know what will”

12. “Let’s play 7 minutes in heaven!”

13. “What do you mean you’re still a virgin?”

14. “Choose me, I fucking dare you”

15. “You’re mine I don’t share”

16. “Just shut up and kiss me you fool”

Strong, Chapter 5; Closer.

Read on AO3; http://archiveofourown.org/works/11748321/chapters/27008199

IT’S 3.27AM AND I AM
FINALLY UPDATING THIS DAMN FUCKING FIC..

Sorry for yelling but I’m so sorry this update took an age, I’ve been super busy and super uninspired lately but I was determined to post today so here we are. :)

I don’t even think I like a single part of this chapter, but oh well. It needed to go up. Hope at least some part of this super long update was worth the wait! Lemme know!

You will notice the quality drop dramatically the further along you get, and probably tense mistakes too but it’s nearly 4am and I do not have the energy nor patience to edit properly. Also I’m on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more break cause I know this is stupidly long, and messy links!! :( Also my bold/italic text probably won’t work so I’ll try fix that when I’ve had some sleep, lol.

Also just need to mention yet another AMAZING aesthetic for this fic of mine by one of my favs to ever exist @rubyventure 💝 Look at it, it’s amazing, it’s gorgeous, it’s everything. Give it some love!

https://rubyventure.tumblr.com/post/164419495848/allskynostars-rubyventure-happy-birthday

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“I miss you so much, Poll. You have no idea how good it is to see your face.” Betty smiled into the screen of her laptop, her sister mirroring her own position in a different bed, leaning against the bed frame. Two sisters, so alike in looks but not much else. One in potentially the smallest town to ever exist; Riverdale, and the other in one of the busiest cities in the world; London. “So, tell me everything!”

“Betty, I wish you were here. This place is amazing and I know you would love it.” Polly told Betty animatedly about the theatre that was just down the road from her place, and how every time she went she thought of her. “There’s just, god, there’s just so much <i>life</i> here Betty. There’s never a dull moment, there’s always something new happening somewhere.”

“Unlike here.” Betty sighed, pulling the pillow on her lap closer too her. “Literally, nothing has changed. Oh, wait, that’s a lie. Mum made apple instead of peach pie last night, can you believe it?” Pollys laugh flowed through the crappy speakers of Betty’s laptop, and she found herself wishing she could hear it properly. She ached to hold her sister, to have that companionship that only a fellow Cooper daughter could provide. Polly noticed the way Betty’s face had dropped, she tilted her head to the side slightly.

“You should be here, doing this with me.”

“I wish.” Betty replied, letting her mind wander for just a moment, while she played with a loose thread on the pillow in her lap, to what it could be like. Living in a new city, free to do as she pleased without the watchful eye of Alice Cooper judging her every movement.

“Do it.” Betty’s eyes flicked to Pollys through the screen, a questioning look on her face, to which her which her sister just shrugged. “Why not? It’s simple enough to get a visa, and you can stay with me. I could find you a job, it’s all so easy Betty. Why the hell not?” The excitement in Pollys voice at the thought of having her sister with her was building the more she tried to convince Betty.

“But. What, what about school? I got accepted into Med- ”

“Betty, university is not going anywhere. It’ll still be there when you’re done living a little.” Polly interrupted. “What do you have to stay for? You know that Veronica and Archie wouldn’t stop you. It’s not like you have a boyfriend. Right? If it’s just about Mum and Dad I wouldn’t ev.. Hold on.” Polly stopped mid sentence, watching the way Betty’s face changed at a certain word. “Oh my god, Betty. Do you have a boyfriend?” Polly repositioned herself, trying to get closer to the screen. “I don’t know if my contrast is too high but, are you <i>blushing?</i>” Betty could definitely feel her cheeks turning pink, but she wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

“No, I definitely do not.” She was looking anywhere but at the screen, deciding the lose thread on her pillow needed her full attention. “I would have told you that, Poll.”

“Betty?” The needy tone to her voice drew Betty’s eyes back to the screen. “Is there a boy?”

“I mean..” Betty trailed off, shrugging. She didn’t really know the answer herself. Her and Jughead had pretty much been in constant contact all week, but who knows what that could mean. Also, the fact that Betty was sleeping over at his place tonight was heavy in her mind. Even though she was just there to babysit Jellybean, she couldn’t help her mind from wondering. She liked Jughead, that much was apparent in the way her hands her clamming up just thinking about him. “I don’t really know, Polly. It’s early days, okay?”

“Okay.” Polly didn’t press the subject anymore, instead she just smiled at Betty and mimicked a zip closing her mouth. She started to type away at her keyboard, and then there was a ding to signal that Betty had a new message. She opened it up, and clicked on the link Polly had sent through. It took her to the visa page on the immigration website, which Betty bookmarked before reopening her video call. “Whatever happens, with school or with whoever..” She winked,“I really want you to think about what I said, about coming here. I think it could be really good for you, Betty.” The smile her sister was giving her warmed Betty’s chest. She nodded, smiling herself.

“Okay, I will. I promise.” Then Betty’s face dropped, the sound light footsteps up the stairs alerting her to Alice’s approach. “Shit, Mums coming.” Betty warned her sister.

“Okay, that’s my cue. I have to go to work anyway. Keep me updated, okay?”

“Of course, Poll.” Betty could hear her mother calling her name now.

“And think about it, please. I’ll call you soon, love you. Bye!” Betty didn’t have time to reply before the call was ended and the screen went black, just as Alice let herself in without knocking.

“Elizabeth, are your ears turned off or what? I was calling you from downstairs..” Her voice trailed off at the sight of Betty sitting cross legged on her bed, the laptop sat suspiciously in front her her. “What are you doing?” Betty scrambled to close the screen, not wanting her mum to figure out exactly what she had been doing. Polly and Alice hadn’t spoken in months, and even though it upset Betty, she wasn’t about to step on her sisters toes and blurt to their mother.

“Sorry, I was just doing some research, I was really engrossed in it I didn’t hear you calling out.” Betty knew how much of a shitty liar she was, and for a moment she almost expected Alice to confront her about it. But instead she just gave her a knowing smile.

“Good girl. Now, is it tonight you are staying over at the Jones’?” Betty nodded, getting slightly worried Alice was about to tell her she wasn’t allowed. “I’m not exactly happy about you staying over night on that side of town, but you’ve made a commitment, so. What time would you like me to take you?” Betty let out a breath she hadn’t really realised she’d been holding.

“JBs soccer match finishes after 3, so sometimes before that. Gladys left me a key, and I don’t really want to leave JB on her own at all.” Alice nodded, agreeing with Betty’s responsible reasoning.

“Okay, fine. Just let me know.” Alice made to leave her bedroom, turning her head round just as she got to the door. “Oh, and next time, please ask Polly to answer my calls.” And then she was gone. Betty fell back against her bed, letting out a deep sigh. Why couldn’t her family just be normal, just for once. She let her mind wonder to Pollys suggestion for a moment, thinking about how much fun it would be to live in a different country, let alone city. She had always wanted to go to London, and given that her sister was there, who she missed so much, it was certainly something worth considering. Not even to mention how the further away from Alice she was, the better she would feel. Betty couldn’t stop herself from getting excited, the thought of seeing so many sights and having so many new experiences was pulling on her heart strings. She was snapped out of her daze by a text alert.

<b>So, I hear you’re staying at my place tonight? </b>

Jugheads name on her screen was something else that pulled on her heart strings.

<b>She’s paying me double time, for both children.</b>

She laughed out loud as she sent her reply.

<b>So I watch JB, you watch me? </b>

Betty knew she was being baited, but she took it anyway.

<b>Something along those lines. </b>

But the irony wasn’t lost on Betty. She had wondered why on earth Gladys would ask her to stay and look after JB, when she had a brother who was perfectly capable. She filed the thought away, adding it to the pile of things that didn’t add up with the Jones family.

<b>When do I get my cut of the cash then, Coop? </b>

Betty bit her lip, trying to conjure up some witty reply.

<b>Oh no, does being a broody biker boy not pay too well? </b>

She just watched her screen, waiting for his reply.

<b>It’s a struggle out here.</b>

She smiled at the screen, but before she could type out a reply, he sent another.

<b>But I accept all major payment types ;) </b>

And there she was, blushing from a text. Just from some words on a tiny little screen. Normally Betty was repelling of mindless flirting from boys, but it seemed not the case for this one.

<b>Lesson number one: Don’t underestimate the other guy’s greed.” </b>

His reply was quick this time.

<b>Did you just quote Scarface? I think I might love you. </b>

Betty could feel her heart start to race beneath her ribs, as yet another blush creeped across her cheeks. She quickly threw her phone face down on her bed with a grin, thinking she might keep him hanging for a little while.

It was 11am now and she had more than enough time to get ready to leave. She glanced back at her phone before she quickly rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and made sure to grab her razor, she was definitely planning on wearing her shortest pair of pyjama pants tonight, so she needed to make sure she was prepared.

She climbed into the shower, letting her thoughts roam as the water beat into her back. Alice had no idea about Jughead, and Betty was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be so accepting of her staying the night if she did. Must remember not to slip up, she thought to herself.

And then Archie’s voice was in her head <i>“Just be careful.”</i> Careful of what? Jughead? She thought. Even though Betty knew how it would look to an outsider, she felt she knew Jughead well enough to know she didn’t need to be careful. He was not who everyone thought he was. And although she didn’t quite know just how far his charm has gotten him with other girls, she could only presume, there was no pressure.

She shook her head, flicking water everywhere. Of course there was no pressure, there was no nothing. She didn’t even know if he liked her, he could just be mindlessly flirting to pass the time. God knows she was making it easy for him. She couldn’t really lie to herself anymore, there was no denying the fact that she felt some kind of something for Jughead. And the thought of spending some time alone with just him made that fluttery feeling in her chest return tenfold. She sighed deeply before she reached for the vanilla body wash.

She made a beeline straight for her phone once she was back in her room, she had intended to drag it out a bit longer but she knew she was slightly pathetic and just couldn’t. Jughead had sent her another message.

<b>If you start quoting Quinten Tarantino I might just have to marry you right now. </b>

<b>Shall I get my Mia Wallace costume ready for the ceremony? </b>

They spent the next few hours throwing film references back and forward, and Betty was surprised how attractive she found his ability to just run quotes off at bay. They had made plans to watch a film later tonight when JB was asleep, and Betty couldn’t explain why she was so excited.

It was late evening and Betty was at the Jones household now, laid back on the couch watching some trashy reality TV with JB who was coming down from her victory high.

“Two goals, Jelly? That’s amazing.” Betty felt like a proud big sister, which was kind of ironic in a way. Jellybean beamed from the other side of the living room.

“Wish Jug would hurry up and get home so I can brag to him.” Betty laughed, she loved the playful relationship between the two. Jughead wasn’t home yet, although Betty wasn’t surprised. He had mentioned he would be out until late evening, and it was obviously one of those errands Betty wouldn’t dare ask about. Not that it was any of her business. She made her way to the kitchen and busied herself by making some dinner for Jellybean, Gladys had left out ingredients to make mac and cheese. It was almost too simple for Betty’s culinary talent, but she must have left out of her bio.

“I am old enough to feed myself, jeez Mum.” Jellybean sighed, coming into the kitchen behind Betty, she took a seat on one of the island stools. “I swear she still thinks I’m 8.”

“You’re the baby after all.” Betty joked, picking up the saucepan to drain the macaroni. She tried to ignore the way her pulse sped up at the distant sound of a motorbike approaching, then turning down the street.

“I don’t think Jug was ever a baby.” Jellybean pondered. “I swear he just walked out of the womb with that beanie on his head and that stupid scowl on his face.” Both girls burst out into laughter while Betty added the cheese sauce to the macaroni. Jellybeans laughter stopped almost instantly as the front door opened and Jughead lumbered in with his helmet under his arm.

“Oh my god, Jug? What the hell happened to you?” Jellybeans voice was laced with so much concern Betty’s head automatically whipped around to see what was wrong. Her heart leaped into her throat. He’d obviously been involved in some kind of fight, there was a graze on his cheek that was caked with dried blood, and his eye was turning a light purple colour. Jellybean rushed over to him, trying to get a closer look.

“It’s nothing.” Jughead shrugged, locking eyes with Betty before his gaze fell to the floor.

“It doesn’t look lik-”

“Forsythia, leave it.” He snapped, not giving anyone a second glance as he stormed into the hall. Betty was shocked, for more than one reason. She had ever heard Jughead raise his voice to JB like that, nor had she ever seen her look so hurt. And she was also surprised at the fact that Jughead had called her Forsythia, which Betty took at a guess was her real name. Betty cleared her throat before announcing that dinner was ready.

“Is it okay if I eat in my room? I’m kind of tired.” Jellybean sounded deflated, and Betty couldn’t help but wonder if Jughead showing up like this was something that happened regularly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Of course. Are you alright, JB?” Betty asked as she handed her a bowl full of pasta. Jellybean just shrugged, accepting her dinner with a thanks she headed upstairs. Betty served herself a bowl, and took it into the lounge to eat. She flicked through a few channels, settling on some rom com so distract her. As she ate she couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed that her plans for the night had been soiled. Just as she thought about heading to the spare room herself, Jughead leaned around the doorway, a DVD copy of Inglorious Basterds sticking out between his crossed arms.

“I’m going to have to take back that proposal.” He said lightly, nodding toward the TV. “And here I was, thinking you had good taste.” Betty noticed he wouldn’t look directly at her face. She didn’t reply, instead just watched him as he came and sat beside her on the couch. She could see the tension in his shoulders. He sat on her right side, so she couldn’t see the gash on his face. His hair was damp, though, and she could smell the shampoo he had used. Betty reached out her hand to cradle his chin between her thumb and forefinger, slowly turning his face around so she could get a closer look. The cut was clean, all traces of the dried blood down the drain. Now it was clean Betty could see it wasn’t awfully big, relieved that it probably would heal quickly.

“Do you want some ice, for your eye?” She asked lowly. She could feel his breath on her face, and realising the proximity she dropped her hand from his chin and pulled back. Jughead just nodded slowly, swallowing hard.

“It really doesn’t hurt that bad, and it’s not swelling up. I’m fine, honestly.” He finally looked her in the eye then, and she could see the sincerity in them. “I’m sorry, about before. I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

“I don’t think it’s me you need to apologise too.” Betty noted. Jughead groaned, dropping his head back against the couch. He brought his hands up to drag down his face.

“Fuck, and I called her by her real name. She’s going to kill me.” Betty couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at the fact that that was his main concern. “She’s going to tell you mine now. And eye for an eye.”

“Is it really that bad?” Betty asked, nudging his side with her shoulder. He gave her a look that gave her the answer.

“You basically already know, you just need to take away a few letters.” He watched her face for a moment, wondering is she was going to try and work it out. Instead she just shrugged.

“You can tell me when you’re ready.” He gave her a small smile, to which she responded with a smirk. “Unless Jellybean gets too it first, of course.” He groaned again. She pulled the DVD from his hand, waving it in front of him. “You still wanna watch this, then?”

“If you do, yeah.” He looked at her hopefully. She nodded quickly, throwing the case back into his lap.

“I’m going to go get changed. You put this in and make some popcorn.” She was leaving the room before he could reply, making her way upstairs to the spare room where she had put all her stuff. She quickly changed into her, almost too short, pyjama shorts and a white loose tank she used for sleeping. She took her hair out from its ponytail, running her fingers through it so it sat nicer. She glanced at herself in the mirror before leaving the room, wondering why the hell she cared so much what she looked in in pyjamas, for god sake. Jellybeans bedroom door is the last in the hall before the stairs, so Betty stood outside and knocked lightly.

“You okay, Jelly?” She calls through the door.

“Yeah, thanks Betty.” Came her reply. “I’m just going to get an early night.”

“Okay, see you in the morning.” Betty reminded herself to check on her again later, just to make double sure she was okay. She could smell the popcorn as she headed down the stairs, slightly surprised at what awaited her in the lounge.

Jughead had turned all the lights off, made the popcorn which was in a bowl in his lap that was covered with the soft throw from the back of the couch. He looked up from the TV where the opening menu was playing to Betty, smiling sweetly he pulled up a corner of the blanket, patting the spot next to him on the couch. She watched his eyes gaze down the length of her legs, feeling a smirk grow on her face at how his eyes lingered longer than they should have. She skipped over and climbed onto the couch next to him.

“You know this isn’t exactly a kind of snuggling film, right?” She teased, pulling the blanket over her legs.

“Oh, Coop. That is where you are mistaken.” He whispered as the film started, bringing his arm to rest against the back of the couch behind Betty. And as they watched Brad Pitt skin some nazis, Jugheads hand fell noticeably closer to Betty’s shoulder every so often, until she could feel his fingertips brushing her skin. He absentmindedly traced circles on the edge of her shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. She shuddered at the feeling, and Jughead glanced down at her face.

“Are you cold?” He asked, and Betty could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him. She shook her head lightly, not wanting to look away from the screen. She could feel Jugheads gaze lingering on her face, causing the heat to rise in her chest. “You’re gorgeous, Betty. I just, I had to tell you that at least once.” The sentiment caught her by surprise, but she tried to mask it. She also tried to mask the rate at which her heart was beating considering he thought she was gorgeous.

“Just once?” She queried, shooting him some side eye. She saw him roll his eyes.

“Don’t push it, buttercup.” He joked before wrapping his arm around Betty completely and pulling her into his side. She snuggled her head into his chest, finding his heart beat was something that soothed her. The way it beat, hard and sure beneath her, confirming that she really was here. Somehow. She felt him sigh as his cheek came to rest against the top of her head. “Thanks for not asking any questions, about earlier.” He said quietly, into her hair.

“I figured I wouldn’t want to know anyway.” Betty whispered back, grasping at his shirt where her hand laid on his chest. He didn’t reply, instead he placed a light kiss into her hair. They stay like that until the movie finished, snuggled into one another. “Can you believe he worked on that script for nearly a decade?” Betty asked as she watched the credits roll down the screen.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s so good.” He laughed, more than a little biased. Betty poked her elbow into his side.

“Alright, Tarantino fanboy. Next time I get to choose, deal?” Betty crooked her neck to look up at Jughead, hoping like hell that he was on the same page as her. She would watch every film that’s ever been made if it meant she could lay into him like this, enclosed in his arm. He bopped the top of her nose with his finger.

“Deal. Thanks for babysitting me, Coop.” He smiled down at her as his fingers caressed her cheek. She took in a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to anyway, aren’t you?” He joked, still smiling. Betty nodded her head slightly.

“It’s not that I’m complaining, because I’m having a lovely night.” She loved the way his eyes lit up the room, the depth of them emphasised by the low light in the room. “But, do I really need to be here? Can’t you watch JB?” She watched his face, waiting for a reaction, anxious that she may have poured salt into an unnecessary wound. She watched his shoulders deflate as his eyes flittered from her own, coming to focus on the wall behind her head.

“Ain’t that the million dollar question, huh?” He huffed out a humourless laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but me and my Mum aren’t exactly best friends.” Betty snorted at the sarcasm, that fact sure wasn’t lost on her. His eyes fell back to hers. “But, long story short. She doesn’t trust me enough to look after Jellybean.” Now that he was looking at her again, she could see the ache that he buried deep. Betty’s brow furrowed.

“How could she not? You’re a great big brother.” Jughead widened his eyes at her, referencing back to earlier in the evening. Betty sighed and pulled away from him, choosing to sit up and face him directly. “Come on, Jug, anyone can see how much you freaking love your sister just by watching you with her. Surely you’re the one person in the world your Mum should trust her with?” She reached out and grasped his hand between her own and felt his fingers tighten around her own.

“I remind her too much of my Dad, Betts. I can see it whenever she looks at me. She’ll deny it if anyone asks, but I know it.” His grip on her hand tightened even more as he spoke, and his gaze was so heavy Betty could almost see it, a thick haze in the air. “I can fucking feel it. If she doesn’t hate me yet, she must be close too it.”

“Jug.. ” Betty’s voice is low. She hadn’t meant for her line of questioning to bring her here, but she wanted to know everything he was willing to tell her.

“I know, I know how it sounds but I can’t help feeling that way.” Jugheads voice comes out so weak that it physically hurts Betty to hear. She raised a hand to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her other was still grasped between Jugheads hands.

“You are justified to feel how you feel, Jughead.” Her voiced trailed off, wanting to ask a question that she already knew the answer too. But he hadn’t told her directly, and she wasn’t about to give away what she already knew. “Your Dad, is he..” Jughead swallowed hard before answering, his gaze fell to their clasped hands.

“He’s in prison, yeah. Mum just thinks I’m going to end up like him. Like I’m some kind of carbon copy. I look like him, I think my leather gives her some kind of fucking flashbacks.” His eyes flick back up to hers again, with so much heat it takes Betty by surprise. She swore almost feel the heat behind them, warming her skin. “But I’m not, Betty. Im not gonna end up like him.” He started to shake his head repeatedly, back and forth back and forth. Betty pulled her other hand from his grasp, bringing it to his other cheek so she could hold his face still.

“Hey, hey, I know.” Betty cooed, trying to reassure him.

“I love my Dad. I do. But I don’t want to be him. I’m not going to be him. I’m going to college, I’m going to get out.” He was still shaking, Betty’s hands didn’t do much in the way of stopping that but she sure wasn’t about to drop them. His voice was no longer weak, it came out sure, strong. There were tears in his eyes, but they were from anger. From frustration. “This is all just a means to and end. I swear it. I won’t be him. This won’t be my life.” And she believes it, she believes him.

“Juggie, hey, I know. I know.” Betty tried to calm him down, stroking her hands down his face. “You’re worth so much more than any of this, you know that. I know that. The people who matter, know that.” Her thumb caught a tear that betrayed him, trailing down his face. His eyes are trained on her face, tracing all her features before catching her gaze. The air was static between them. Betty was almost to afraid to move for for fear of being shocked. Jugheads tongue ran along his bottom lip as his gaze flicked between Betty’s eyes and her mouth. Suddenly Betty was parched and Jughead was the only means of survival she could see.

“I.. Betty,” His voice trailed off, silently asking permission. She gave it too him in the form of pressing her mouth to his. Softly at first, her fingertips pressing hard into the skin of his face. Their lips stick together slightly as she pulled away, and she opened her eyes in time to see a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. That was enough of an invitation for Betty to kiss him again, harder this time. More sure. And she must have done something right, because Jugheads hands suddenly gripped her waist tightly. Betty whimpered into his mouth at the pressure. He used his leverage to push her back against the couch, one of his hands came to grasp her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair, tugging lightly. She ran her tongue against his, willing to to tangle with his own. He’s hovered over her now, bracing himself on his forearms. But he’s not close enough for Betty’s liking, and she lets him know by wrapping her legs around his waist, locking them together and pulling him down on top of her.

She could feel him against her core, the friction making her burn. Bucking her hips up towards him, she rolled against the hardness in his jeans, revelling in the groan that grew in his throat. His mouth traced kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his teeth grazed against her collarbone.

“Jug, wait, hold on.” She pushed lightly against his chest, only wanting him take his weight from her. But Jughead sat up quickly, raising his hands up, palm out. She couldn’t help but miss him against her.

“We take this at your pace, Betty. Whatever you wanna do.” He said it so sincerely, Betty almost choked on her words. She hadn’t mean for him to take it that way, he wasn’t pushing her to do anything. Hell, she had kissed him first after all.

“I just, I’ve never..” She gave him a lopsided smile as she sat back up beside him.

“Anything?” He raised his brow, the surprise evident in his tone. She looked away shyly, shaking her head. It’s not that it was something to be embarrass about, she was only 16. But here, with Jughead, she was overwhelmed with the need to impress him. And it was ridiculous. He grabbed her face gently, pulling it back to his his own as he kissed her nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s probably a good thing, because I can be pretty territorial..” He widened his eyes in suggestion, causing Betty to laugh lightly. Her voice was light, and she closer her eyes before she spoke.

“It’s just, I know you’ve probably got people to compare me too and I’m worried I won’t li-”

“Woah, hey.” He shook her head lightly between his hands. She opened her eyes to look at him, and his smile is almost too much. It was like looking directly into the sun. “Nobody compares to you, Coop. Trust me. And I mean,” He shrugged, “I’ve had a few starters but never a main course.”

She laughed, hard, “You what?” He shook his head.

“Sorry, crappy analogy. I’ve done other things, but I’ve never had sex before.” He said it just like that, he didn’t shy away from it.

“Really, seriously?” She was genuinely shocked. He laughed at the look on her face.

“Yes, Betty. I swear. Everything you may have heard has all been lies.” He winked. “Except I guess I am kinda cute.” She smacked his arm before pressing her mouth to his again, pulling away only for a moment.

“You’re cute as fuck, Jones. Now take me to bed. Doing this on your Mothers couch feels like a betrayal.” She faked a shudder before accepting the hand he held out for her. He stopped to kiss her so many times on the way to his bedroom it took nearly 10 minutes to get up the stairs. They finally made it to his room, and she only had a moment to take in his minimalist approach to décor before she’s pushed into his bed on her back. She took him in as he pulled off his t shirt, all his angles and dips of muscle. He was a hell of a lot leaner than that leather jacket would let you believe.

And then his mouth was on hers again, wet and heavy. He was being cautious, but Betty wanted none of that. She grabbed one of his hands from where it lay above her head, leading it down her side to rest against her thigh. He pulled away from her mouth to give her a look that said ever so clearly <i>are you sure? </i> She nodded so vigorously her head could have come away from her neck. He mouth was back on her neck, it seemed to be his favourite spot. The hand she had placed on her thigh trailed back up her side, snaking underneath her tank top. She was suddenly aware of every inch of her skin as his fingers caressed the skin underneath her breast.

He let his fingers wonder so slowly, Betty knew it was for her benefit. She could tell him to stop anytime, and of course he would. But she trusted him with this. With herself. So she welcomed the feeling that took over her whole body when his fingers danced over her nipple so slightly. She welcomed every feeling Jughead Jones would cause with open arms. He swept and pulled at her gently, and she could feel the heat polling between her thighs. She had never been overcome with such need in her entire life.

“Juggie.. Please.” She spoke so lightly into his mouth, raising her hips to meet his, letting him know just exactly what she was asking for. He led his hand back down to her thing, trailing along the her of her pyjama shorts.

“These legs, Coop.” He let out a low whisper and shook his head. “Honestly.”

Betty couldn’t really find any words to reply, instead using her tongue for another purpose. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slip beneath her shorts. He ran his fingers along her lightly, groaning at the dampness of the material.

“Fucking hell, Betty.” He looked down at her and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth shyly. He held eye contact as he quicker his pace, rubbing over the material of her panties. Betty’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, wondering why it never felt this good when she did it herself. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her mouth as Jugheads fingers slipped underneath her panties.

There was no way she could ever put into words how this felt. Every nerve ending was standing upright, tingling every time he moved his fingers against her. Her head fell back against the pillow with a thud, giving Jughead full access to her neck yet again. He sucked on the base of her neck at the same time he slipped a single digit inside of her, slowly. The shock the pain and pleasure caused her eyes to open, her pupils blown wide. Jughead was looking down at her, the look on his face one Betty had never seen before.

“I’ll go slow,” He said softly, “If you need me to stop, you just tell me, okay?” Tears stung behind Betty’s eyes, not from the pain but instead from the way Jughead was looking at her. As if she was ethereal. “You are so beautiful.”

“Don’t.. Don’t stop.” Was all Betty could manage in reply. He peppered more kisses down her neck as added a second finger into her, moving slowly to let her adjust. When her moans became more certain, Jughead started to move his thumb against her clit. Then it was all over for Betty. “Jughead! Fuck, oh my..” He quickened his pace, curling his fingers inward slightly to hit that spot that made her cuss. His thumb worked quick circles against her clit. Given it was a first for Betty, all this partnered with Jughead sucking on the base of her neck meant she fell apart against his hand quicker than she would have liked. The scratches she left down his back evidence of how much she had enjoyed herself.

He wiped his fingers on the bed sheet before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against his side.

“You okay, baby?” He cooed, kissing her temple.

“Jughead.” She was still catching her breath. “That was.. I can’t find an appropriate enough word for whatever the hell that was. Except, thank you?” She felt him laugh against her. She couldn’t fight the yawn that escaped her, and Jughead pulled her even tighter against him. He placed another kiss on her forehead.

“You did so good. Let’s get you some rest, huh?” Suddenly Betty was exhausted, she didn’t even have enough energy to muster a response. Instead she just wrapped her arms around Jugheads middle and rest her head again his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart sing her to sleep. Just as the claws of sleep were pulling her in, she felt a Jughead whisper into her hair.

“You are something else, Betty Cooper.” He sighed. “I’m so done for.”

She fell asleep with what could possibly the happiest heart on the planet.

Sudden Stupidity

Pairing: Chris Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2,374

TW: smut and kinks suggested (don’t expect me to ever write smut, I don’t think I’ll be any good at it lol)

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“What are we doing?”

“Laying in bed.”

You rolled over to see Chris’ playful smile and tooth gap that you’d grown to adore beaming down at you. You smacked his bare chest and pouted, “I’m serious. What are we doing?”

“Ya gotta be a bit more specific. You know I’m not the sharpest crayon in the toolbox.”

“Crayon in the tool- Chris!” You refocused yourself although his intentional mix of phrases almost physically pained you. “I want to know what we are.”

Your eyes fell to his bicep as he ran a hand over his face, “I don’t know, Y/N. Can we not make this a title thing?”

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9:50am:

It’s okay I think to myself, this is fine. Of course he’s not early. He never was promptu before anyway, why would he be today?

10:05am:

Five minutes late means nothing.  I’ll just take a seat maybe. Order a hot chocolate.

10:30am: 

Half an hour late isn’t that bad.

11:00am: 

Maybe I’ll get a book out so I don’t look like a loser.

12:00pm: 

He’s still coming. He’s still coming. He’s still coming. I have been here a long time though…The baristas must be watching me. They’re probably laughing at me sitting here all alone.

12:05pm: 

Shut up no one’s paying attention to you. 

12:07pm:

Maybe I’ll get some food so it looks like I’m here for a reason…

12:10pm:

 “Hi, yes I would like a blueberry muffin please?” “Yes warmed.” “Okay thank you.”

12:18pm:

That was actually quite good 

1:00pm:

 “Are you okay?” 

Finally! Oh wait that’s not him. 

“Oh yeah I’m okay.” 

Wow that was quite an eyebrow raise. I wish I could do that. Okay stop looking at her eyebrows, she’s talking again.

“Are you sure? No one cries without a reason.”

Uhhhhh. “I just had… a really good muffin…..and I enjoyed it so much………….that I’m crying. With joy.”

I’m such an idiot. No one’s going to believe that excuse. Maybe she’ll get the picture and leave me alone. Oh. Nevermind. She’s pulling up a chair. Damn it.

I’m fine honestly.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Now what? 

Oh how I hate people. And awkward situations. And people. 

I wonder if it would be exceptionally rude to take my book out again…

“So are you going to tell me or what? You’ve been sitting here all day, I thought you’d be dying to talk to someone.” 

Damn it. So someone had noticed me waiting by myself all day…

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry I did not mean for you to start crying again.”  

“No, no it’s alright it’s not your fault.”

I mean it was actually kind of nice that this complete stranger come to my rescue after noticing I’ve been sitting here like a loser for the past 3 hours. 

Wait a minute…

“Not meaning to be rude or anything..but how long have you been sitting here? If you’ve noticed me here all day then surely you’ve been here all day too.”

…..

Damn it! Now I’ve gone and made her feel awkward too! She’s even blushing! Wait hang on why is she blushing? 

“Haha, well see actually when I walked in I thought you were pretty cute which was awesome and then you got out Goblet of Fire and I thought that was SUPER awesome and I was attempting to psych myself up to talk to you but then realized it looked like you were waiting for someone…and yeah here I am. But you know I’m here to consul you now. Not get your number. So don’t worry about it.”

Huh this is a surprising turn of events. But altogether not a bad one. 

“You can still have my number if you want.” 

“…Are you sure! But what if whatshisface shows?”

“If he was going to come he would have. Besides, he doesn’t like Goblet of Fire.”

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That f***ing Own It dance and the “boner” that Jimin seems to have..at first I thought it could be just the pants but the way Jimin constantly checks on it, I may have believe that it was his shiny chilli pepper (sorry 😄) and I mean they were dancing to a very sexually provocative song and there’s Jungkook looking hot in white (as always), I wouldnt blame the pepper!! Lmao 😅😅😅

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Asking For It [7/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

From the beginning

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

You sip your coffee in the quiet, sitting at the island, staring out into the living room, at the windows showing the skyline. The sound of people waking and leaving their rooms pulls your attention. You sip your coffee as the team slowly trickles into the kitchen. Greeting Sam and Steve, who leans down kissing your cheek, you smirk at Nat as she steals fruit from your plate. Going completely sour as Ava and Buck join the rest of you.

“Good morning.” Clint smiles at you. You stand up, nodding to him, lips pressed together.

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Give No Quarter XVIII

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Dwalin marched through the musty streets of Laketown, head low like a bull as he searched out his target. He knew he would find the captain where he always did these last days. He trod up the ramp of Thrain’s Fury, his footsteps hammering across the deck as he peered into the empty cabin. Of course, Thorin would not have ventured above deck. Not when the sun could be seen through the thinning clouds.

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