okay i did this for two reasons

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Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE NEWS RE: WHETHER OR NOT I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH ANY OF THE BROTHERS MCELROY

I DID NOT. I COULDN’T FIND ALL MY YEARBOOKS BUT I FOUND ENOUGH TO ANSWER THIS FOR ME: I FOUND ONE THAT IS LABELED “CAPSTONE 2008,” AND THAT’S MY SOPHOMORE YEARBOOK. I ALSO FOR SOME REASON POSSESS TWO OTHERS: CAPSTONE 2003, AND CAPSTONE 2004. I WOULD HAVE BEEN 12 AND 13 IN THOSE, RESPECTIVELY

NOW BEN, WHY ARE YOU SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS, YOU ASK. WELL I AM GLAD YOU ASKED, FRIEND. HERE IS WHY: THE TWO YEARBOOKS I POSSESS THAT I AM NOT IN ARE THE YEARBOOKS FOR GRIFFIN MCELROY’S JUNIOR AND SENIOR YEARS.

WHICH MEANS.

you’re welcome

Redemption // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?

words: 8942

category: heavy angst + fluff ending

author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!

- destinee

Originally posted by sugutie

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Headcannon

Keith has two dads.

Now bear with me here, let me explain myself. Remember, this is just a headcannon. But I have /reasons/ and /hopes/ okay?

Okay.

Now, it has been shown who Keith’s human dad is, yeah? You know, the good ol’ hillbilly that brought upon a bout of beautiful Texan Keith memes.

Now the whole question is, “Alright which galra did the hillbilly fuck in order to have a kid who’s half galra and half human?”

When have we ever seen a female galra besides Allura cosplaying as one? Trick question, we never have. Like, ever. They’re all male. Every last one of them.

So either A. Something happened to all the females and we don’t know what.

Or B. Good ol’ hillbilly daddio fucked a male galran, some good old fashioned mpreg took place, and out popped our beloved Texan emo.

I am voting on Thace being the other dad.

Missing Person (Jughead One-Shot)

Summary: Part one of a Jughead series I’m writing.

Part one: Archie and Veronica talk about old days

Word count: 797

Requested? No

Prompts: None

A/n: I will be taking requests for Jughead as of now.

Part 2 Here


Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Archie and Veronica walked side by side, each step another second of the present wasted on focusing on the past. They spoke of simpler times when your school year was designated by a number rather than a name. Archie shared a story of his younger days with Betty which soon ended in a comfortable silence, followed by Veronica’s query.

“What about him?” She asked gesturing down the road to a beanied author walking away from hanging a missing person’s poster on poles and mailboxes. “Doesn’t he fit in to your tales?”

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Archie was hesitant. “Yeah, we were friends.”

“What about them?” she asked gesturing to the person in the photo. “I’ve seen the posters around town. I thought this place was a quiet one but so far there’s been a dead body and a missing person.”

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Hard To Tell - Jeff Atkins/Reader

chapter 6: confession

word count: 1890

tagged list: ( i have to work on this,, again )

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 ( you’re here! )

When you went to school the next day, you received stares. Does that come as a shock? When you were rifling through your locker, two hands were placed on your hips.

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i remember the first time i read 13 reasons why. i was 16, and in troubles. nurse recommanded me this book. at the time, i just got out of a abusive relationship. i had to stay in an addiction shelter because all of the shit that happened to me made me depressed, and suicidal. i had a permission once a month. i could go back to my family just for 48 hours and pretend to be fine. like nothing happend to me. but once, i did it. i took a bunch of pills and drink half of a bottle of vodka to try to end the pain. luckily, my mom came home earlier this day. i was already unconscious, but my heart was still beating. i woke up in a hospital bed, alone. my family, they were forbidden to see me. when i asked the nurse for how many hours, she smiled and said “sweetie, no one will visit you for two weeks”. three days later, when they thought i was recovered from what i did, they asked me why. i just said i couldn’t face it anymore. that all of the hits i took from him destroyed me. that i couldn’t take it anymore, that i was afraid to see him and go through this again. that i wanted the pain to leave. forever.
that’s when they asked me if i ever thought of my folks. “how do you think they will react?”, “i don’t know” i said.
“their lifes are never gonna be the same. they will ask themselves if they could have done something differently”, “i don’t care” i said.
And i meant it. By this time, i didn’t freaking care about what they would have feel if i really did it because all i care about was to be in peace.
Then, i went back to this addiction shelter. I still had the same nurse. When i saw her, something was different. She didn’t wear that eyeliner anymore and her hair were not as shiny as they were. She looked real tired. She came to me and gave me that book. She said “read it. don’t act like you’re her. act like your parents, your classmates, your friends are her parents, her classmates, her friends. you’ll see the pain you’ll cause if you don’t fight this.”
So i did read it. all over again over those two weeks. And i never try to kill myself again. Not that i didn’t want to end the suffer anymore but because i didn’t want to start their suffering.
So thank you Jay Asher, for allowing me to live my life.
Now, 6 years later, i’m okay. Not everyday, and it’s okay. There’s always be bad days. It’ll be a part of mde for the rest of my life, but i’m okay, i got over this darkness.

to (some of) the girls who built me up
with clay
from sippy cups
and playground days:


1. flower girl in the yellow shorts: you are the softest shade of self and i want to paint masterpieces from your unapologetic way of living. let’s drive away next year to the city that chose us. of all the girls i have scoured for my reflection, i see the most of myself in you. whisper to me the ways you scare and disappoint yourself, i bet our shame and secrets are the same.


ii. fierce girl of foreign tongue: you came to us jagged from the times they broke you and scarred from the times you tried to break yourself. inject me with your courage the way you infect me with your laughter; loud opinions look good on you and i want to try them on too. most of all i love how you taught yourself to be gentle. i know it was hard to yank off the armour you welded yourself into but i hope the feeling of our love against your bare skin is worth it.


iii. girl i have loved longest: among the jewels of the world you shine brighter than all. i think kindness must be stitched deep into your soul. here is a small slice of advice (crumbs in comparison to the bakery of wisdom you offered me over cups of earl grey tea): it is not your job to save any person except yourself. you have a gift for bandaging wounds, but first pick the glass out of your own cuts. remember there are leeches out there who will cry until they suck you dry. old friend, you are not a sponge, you were made for more than soaking up the woes of others. say no when you have to, scream if it that’s what it takes to be heard.


iv. butterfly girl fluent in words and numbers, english and equations: i’m sorry that i did not get to know you better, did not hold you closer. we’ve known each other for over two thirds of our lives but for the most part we stayed on the fringes of friendship. you were always quiet. i know silence too, i understand it well. but here is a pact that should be spoken: as we forge a path into this strange new world, let us discover what it is not to hide behind the tongues of friends. let us not close our hearts and mouths out of fear.


v. enigmatic girl with the changing hair and restless heart: during my mole months i did not see daylight until i received you message. (are you okay? i miss you) i never told you but you were the only reason i left the house that week. thank-you, girl whose love folds along the equator. i always envied your ability to belong anywhere. but one humid night you admit to me that you feel lost, adrift. torn between two people who want to hurt each other almost as much as they want to love you. please know that no matter how far and long you run you will always have a home in me.


vi. tiny girl with the mile-a-minute voice: how the letters and days twist together when you are close. i love you for the way my laughter spills out, ugly and loud, when you talk. i love how deeply you care, how some memories etch themselves into the back of your skull. i did not know such passion could be contained in the entire cosmos - never mind in your elfin vessel.


vii. brilliant girl with the world at your feet: please throw me the scraps from your life. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld but that is the least of your accomplishments. is there anything you can’t do? teach me to speak like you, stitch like you, write like you, think like you, challenge myself like you, work like you, love like you. you could soar so high on the wings you built yourself, you could see things we could never dream up. my only request is that you don’t lose sight of me, waving from the tallest hill i can climb.


viii. fire-hot girl with the ice-cold eyes: you were the final one to join our circle and you made it whole. your jokes have a bite, your compliments have a kick. you could make the sun orbit you, you could make the stars rearrange themselves for the chance to shine on you. saturated girl, i know how hard it is to allow for vulnerability, to tell someone you care. sincere love is throwing yourself off a cliff and trusting the waves to cradle you, but believe me, nothing else compares.
—  to my eight sisters, thank-you for our seven days, thank-you for our six years // L.H.

anonymous asked:

Thanks for doing the fundraising drive, Sam, I hope it goes well! I was donation "random word: outstanding." I headcanon Steve as panromantic asexual and, if you're into it, I'd love to see a few words about that because no one writes ace fic. Otherwise anything upbeat, really. Thanks again!

Oooh, a challenge! Hope this is okay, I know asexual covers a lot of different attitudes towards sex. And that you’re ok with Steve/Tony.    

“So…no sex at all?”

Steve grinned at Clint, who was looking perplexed. “No, Clint. No sex at all.”

“You don’t even want to?”

“Not especially. I’m always surprised other folks do. I used to think it was a joke,” Steve said. 

“But you date people,” Clint said. “You’re dating Tony Stark.”

“Indeed I am.”

“And you dated Sharon Carter for like two minutes, right?” Clint’s eyes widened. “Was it because of the – “

“No,” Steve said. 

“Really? She was cool with it?”

“Shockingly,” Steve said deadpan. Clint took the hint.

“Sorry, that was rude.”

“It’s fine. Sharon and I broke up for other reasons.” 

Silence fell. Steve glanced at Clint over his breakfast cereal.

“You can ask,” he said, and he almost wasn’t done speaking before Clint blurted, 

“Is TONY okay with it?” 

“Tony is fine with it. What you fail to realize, Binocular Brain,” Tony said, walking into the kitchen with an empty mug, “is that I am forty-five, not twenty-five, so if he did want sex I’d barely be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I have two perfectly good hands.”  

“They’re very nice,” Steve added.

“Thank you, I think so.” Tony poured out a cup of coffee, added just enough milk to cool it to drinkable temperature, and slurped down half of it. “Clint, what relationship advice would you give someone who is having a compatibility issue with their partner?”

Clint considered his, stirring his cereal. “I dunno. Find ways to make it work, I suppose,” he said.  

“And is that likely to easier or more difficult when it’s an emotional issue rather than a physical one?” Tony continued, leaning against Steve’s shoulder. 

“Fine, you got me, physical workarounds are probably easier,” Clint grumbled, but he sounded good-natured about it. 

“Run along, Mom and Dad have stuff to talk about,” Tony said. “Go google asexual, then go google panromantic. For good measure, google bisexual Tony Stark.” 

“Keep safesearch on when you do!” Steve called after him, as Clint cleared out. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Mostly what you want to do today. I think we should go to the Met, look at some art, and then not have sex,” Tony said brightly. Steve leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. 

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”
montgomery de la cruz imagine: i miss the old u (#1)

Request: Can you make a Monty imagine/series (whatever u like) where Y/n and him are super close and then lots of stuff happen, Hannah dies, the tapes come out and whatever u like, but she keeps drifting away from him and pushing him away? Monty starts to notice and wants her back in his life? Thanks sorry this was so long xx

monty!” you squealed, running to your best friend (and boyfriend) and embracing him in a big hug.

“y/n, we saw each other two days ago.” he chuckles in your ear.

“i still missed you.” you smile, quickly pecking him on the lips.

you both were walking down the halls of liberty high, hand in hand.

“did you do mr. hankie’s homework?” monty asks, and you nod.

“can i have the answers please?” he begs, pouting his lips.

“s-” you were inturupted mid sentence by the PA system.

“students, it is with sadness that we inform you that this weekend, one of our students hannah baker. we are all saddened by her death, and send our condolences to her family. a memorial will be held in the gymnasium at 2:15.”

many people gasp, and looked extremely shocked. 

while you felt like you just got hit by a brick.

hannah baker was one of your best friends, and you were extremely close to her. her parents were best friends with yours, and you have known her your entire life.

“y/n?” monty says, snapping you back into reality.

“are you okay?”

“no.” you sigh, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, ruining your eye makeup. 

“shit babe, you look like a raccoon.” monty jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“not the time, monty.” you roll your eyes, before heading to class.

you went home and you find your parents not at home.

slamming your backpack, you start to break down and cry.

thirteen minutes into your mental breakdown, a knock is heard on the door. you open it and find no one there, but when looking down, you notice a package.

picking it up, you tear it open, wondering what is inside.

inside, it contained cassette tapes, which you were positive you have never touched since you were 9 years old.

it also contained a map, which had pinpoints all over.

confused, you go to your bedroom and grab an old walkman, which you have had since you were a toddler. 

inserting the tape, you press play and nearly threw up when you heard who was speaking.

“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple. - There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It’s not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you’re done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person. Oh and the box of tapes should have included a map. I’ll be mentioning several spots around our beloved city. I can’t force you to visit them, but if you’d like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or you know, just throw away the map and I’ll never know or will I? You see, in case you’re tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes, and I left them with a trusted individual who, if this package doesn’t make it through all of you, will release these copies in a very public manner. This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again.”

“hey y/n.” monty smiles, happy to see his girlfriend.

“hi.” you blankly reply, thinking about nothing but the tapes.

you stayed up until 5 am, listening to the tapes and thinking about them.

you didn’t eat, you didn’t drink anything. just listening to the tapes.

how could people have been so cruel to her?

why did she never tell you anything?

all these questions run through your mind, before you are brought back to reality and hear monty speak.

“i’m so sorry about hannah. it must suck.” he quickly says, trying to fill in the void of silence.

“yep.” you nod, walking to your locker and grabbing your books.

“are you okay?”

“i don’t know.”

a/n: so sorry this sucked!! i will be making a part two soon! requests are still open, so please request me things.

tenzen  asked:

Wait, ticks are a reason to go to the vet right away? Or did I misunderstand that triage post? I thought it was okay to just pluck the tick. When I worked in grooming, there were these two dogs that always had a ton of ticks on them (they were outdoor dogs and I guess they owners would rather spend the money on grooming then on tick prevention???)

Allow me to introduce Yet Another Australian Animal That Wants To Kill You, The Australian Paralysis Tick, Ixodes holocyclus!

Let me tell you about this little arthropod and what it does. Dogs are most commonly affected, but cats can get them too, especially if they’re regular hunters.

  • Very common tick, especially down the East coast. Does not seem to affect wildlife.
  • Like it says on the tin, this tick causes paralysis.
  • Initially hind limb paralysis or an altered bark.
  • Progresses to being unable to stand, then unable to roll over.
  • Respiratory paralysis can and will occur
  • Cardiac paralysis can occur
  • Fluid build up in lungs (non-cardiogenic pulmonary oedema) can occur, coupled with the respiratory paralysis this makes breaking very challenging.
  • If eyelid paralysis occurs, the patient cannot blink and will get eye ulcers.
  • Can’t eat or drink due to impaired swallowing.
  • Every hour before treatment will worsen prognosis and delay recovery time
  • Stress may lead to overheating and death of pet, including even transport in the car
  • Tick may have been attached for up to 7 days before clinical signs noted
  • Clinical signs usually lead to death within 24 hours if not treated.
  • It is not uncommon for dogs to have more than one tick

Short version: This tick paralysis its host, and dogs or cats parasitised by one are likely to die without antitoxin.

Oh, and there is a small chance the antitoxin will cause anaphylaxis.

These ticks may also be associated with Mammalian Meat Allergy in humans, where a previously bitten human suddenly develops allergies to eating all mammalian meats. These allergies can cause life threatening anaphylaxis too, completely unexpectedly.

You know, because what’s a day in an Australian tourist town without a chance of completely unexpected death?

Sometimes things are great! Sometimes… they’re really, really not. This is my personal plan for fixing everything when I don’t know what to do, and I thought other people might find it helpful. If you identify with this sentiment, but don’t think this is the right way for you to work on the problems you’re facing, that’s totally fine, and sometimes these aren’t things to work through by yourself.

This is what works for me, but really consider what your goals are and consider this as less of a how-to and more of possible framework to figure out where you want to go. A lot of this also refers to managing things within my apartment that aren’t super applicable if you aren’t the one responsible for your own groceries say. Use what’s useful and skip what’s not. You’ve got this.

Step One: Breathe, baby. This probably feels awful, whatever’s going on. Icky maybe. And that’s something that should change, but before the visible problems can shift, take a look at how you’re taking care of yourself right now. This step is the reset button - just a beginner’s step in areas that are central and maybe stressing you out. Stop the cycle of whatever was throwing you off.

I like to start with the executive function stuff. There might be a lot you feel like you have a lot to do - it’s been a while since things have been good about notes on all those readings, right? But unless there’s something absolutely 100% immediate and pressing, this first:

  • Drink some water. Wash your water bottle or a cup you like to drink from. Just one dish. The rest of them can wait just a little bit longer. Keep remembering to drink water. You’ll feel better.
  • How’s your room? Can you do some laundry? Get some things in the trash? Make your bed? Start with a single task that will get some things off the floor, but doesn’t feel scary. Leave the rest of it. You can fix it later.
  • When was the last time you ate something? Has it been a while? If there’s something at home, good. Eat that. If there isn’t, go pick something up from somewhere you feel safe. Worry about vegetables later. Eat anything right now.
  • Find somewhere you feel comfortable. Pick something acheivable. Do that thing. Whatever you’re ready for. Nothing scary. Nothing heavy. Spend some doing enough work that you feel like you’re being productive again; like you’ve finished something because you have! Then come back. Do you feel better?

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RFA + Saeran and V meet MC’s really nice ex

I decided to combine these two since they’re similar. And can I just say how I’m all yours when you start a request with “I always see things like this and that, but I want you to do different”?Iit makes me feel really special <3

So here it is, hope you like it! ^^


Zen

  • He thought he was the perfect man… until he met your ex.
  • What the hell? The guy is handsome, smart, rich and… did he mention he’s handsome?
  • Like, this man looks like he just stepped out of an Emporio Armani ad! Zen never advertised for Emporio Armani.
  • And the way he interacts with you, fuck! He’s a true gentleman, Zen bets he never has to be worried about a beast trying to come out everytime you smile.
  • He wanted to hate the guy, but… ahhh, it’s impossible! He’s nice as fuck!
  • “Babe, why did you two break up?” he needed to know, he asked as soon as the guy got in his hybrid car and went home.
  • “We just realized we were better as friends.” “Why? Why weren’t you better as a couple? He’s… great! He’s… perfect, MC!”
  •  “Yeah, and perfection is boring!” well, at least he knew he wasn’t boring, but that meant he wasn’t perfect either…
  • You notice he got insecure. “Look, Zen. Nobody is perfect. I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect, he’s not perfect. And he is somebody I chose to share a friendship, you’re somebody I chose to share my life with.”  Oh wow…
  • “And you have better abs too.” You winked and smiled at him, and the beast woke up immediately. This time he wasn’t worried.

Yoosung

  • Oh shit! This poor cinnamon roll…
  • He can feel the smell of testosterone emanating from the guy. It’ just Old Spice, Yoosung, chill
  • And he’s so manly, but he’s also cool and fun. And he’s also a gamer, how come he doesn’t have dark circles under his dreamy eyes?
  • He’s making you laugh all the time! Yoosung wished he could be this funny, he’s always so flustered around you…
  • He’s not jealous of you two, he’s legitimately envying the guy!
  • “Why did you break up, MC?” he felt awful and great at the same time.  Great for being able to say this out loud, awful for sounding so bitter.
  •  “He is great, but just as a friend.” “But MC, he’s amazing! Why did you let him for… me?”
  • You were legitimately shocked, sometimes you hated he couldn’t see himself the way you did. “I never compare the people I date, Yoosung. Everyone is unique.”
  • “Yeah, he is a unique good and I’m…” “You’re both unique. Period. And he’s a good friend, you are the greatest boyfriend ever!”  you hugged him and he knew you weren’t comforting him, you were telling exactly what you felt.
  • “Also, let’s say his gamer fingers aren’t as good as yours.” You kissed him, and it was halfway through the kiss he actually got it what you meant. For the first time, he wasn’t flustered (not that much)…


Jaehee

  • Your first girlfriend, the woman who introduced you to all of this.
  • Now she could see why you were so chill, this girl definitely was a great influence on you embracing your own sexuality.
  • Yes, she was so chill, so confident, so adorable, she was basically a older and more experienced version of you.
  • You two laugh together loudly over the silliest things, she never feels that comfortable like this, she barely giggles when you two are watching Zen’s musicals.
  • She wants to be besty with you two. Well, mainly with you, but the girl seems so cool…
  •  “She’s really nice, MC. What happened between you two?” something must have happened, right?
  • “Nothing. It didn’t feel like a romantic relationship anymore, she was like this big sister, you know?”  “Oh, but sometimes I feel like I’m your big sister, MC…”
  • “You do? I never noticed, I think you’re great at showing your… romantic affection.” “That’s because you’re blinded by love, I’m actually terrible at it.”
  • Oh god… you hated when she got all insecure… “If you were terrible, we wouldn’t be together. Do you think I would stand a relationship where I’m not appreciated?” you got a point, yes, she really appreciates you.
  • “Now, can I show you how much I appreciate you?” she laughed, but you weren’t joking, she got that pretty quickly…

Jumin

  • He wasn’t really seeing the appeal of this guy at first.
  • Yes, he’s interesting, he’s smart, his jokes make sense, he looks elegant and refined even in a casual outfit, he… okay, Jumin sees now.
  • He could do business with this guy, he felt reliable and professional, and also very comfortable and never tense about anything.
  • And the way he treats you, he knows the perfect balance between being a gentleman and being a buddy. Jumin still struggles on the buddy part…
  • Ugh, this guy has charisma, he hates how not even him can dodge from all this charisma…
  • “Your friend is quite something, MC. Why did you two decide to keep it as friends?” he didn’t want to sound bitter, but… he was.
  •  “Hmmm, no special reason. We didn’t work as a couple, I guess.” “Why wouldn’t you work together? You look like a soap opera couple…”
  • “Well, and this is real life, so…” “So you’ll realize that, realistically, I’m not a good match for you.”
  • Oh my god… insecure Jumin was the weirdest and saddest thing ever. “No, realistically I’ll just enjoy a good friendship while I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I chose and love.” You swear you saw a blush there…
  • “Now, realistically, it’s time for me to fulfill some fantasies of you, right?” oh, and now there was a blush, but it quickly faded away…


Saeyoung

  • That guy was a professional comedian!
  • He’s also really hot, clever and his glasses look cooler too!
  • Saeyoung is almost leaving you for him, lololol
  • Seriously, this guy feels… natural. Saeyoung feels like he has to try so hard with you, this guy is effortless.
  • “He’s really cool, MC. Why did you break up?” he asked as casually as he could.
  • “No special reason, we realized we worked better as buddies.” “Oh, sometimes I feel like I’m your buddy, does that work for you?”
  • “If I weren’t so desperately in love with you? Yeah, sure.”  He gagged on his Dr. Pepper,
  • He wasn’t waiting for such a honest and direct answer like this, though it was exactly what he needed to hear.
  • “Now, buddy, why don’t you give me a little of your Dr. Pepper?” he was reaching his can to you, but you stopped him “I meant from your lips.” He smirked, well, he didn’t really need to effort to oblige your wish this time, did he?


Saeran

  • Okay, even if the guy were a prick, he would feel intimidated
  • But that’s not the case, the guy is cool! The super confident type who doesn’t give a shit about what other people can think about him
  • It’s almost like he’s a male version of you. He’s not that cute, tho, but… you get my point.
  • He usually doesn’t feel comfortable around your crazy and loud friends, but this is one he feels he could hang out with if he… wasn’t your ex, as in the man who probably saw you naked.
  • “He’s cool, why did you leave him?” he asked all of a sudden, you looked at him, puzzled.
  • “I… didn’t leave him, we decided together that we were better apart.” “Why? Do you really think you’re better now that you’re apart from him and… together with… me?”
  • “I do. Why? Is that a problem?”  “I don’t know, you tell me.” “Tell you what? That I love you?” “Yeah, exactly that!”
  • What was happening? Was this a fight about… you loving him? And he… loving you back, apparently?
  • “And I love you back, okay?” yep, it was a fight about love.
  • “So prove it. Show me how much you love me!” you tried to stay at that mad tone, but you couldn’t, now you were both smirking mischievously to each other, you know where this is going…


V

  • V would  like this guy no matter what, ad you told him how much this you admired and respected this guy
  • And yes, he was everything you said he would be.
  • He was a trustworthy and respectful young man, so clever and sweet!
  • And the way he treated you, not even V could compete with how much he cherished you.
  • Of course he liked this guy, he was the one you loved before him. Any person that is worth of your love has V’s unconditional respect.
  • “He’s amazing, MC. I almost don’t understand why you two broke up.” He just noticed the resentment when he said this out loud.
  • “Well, we… didn’t really have a reason. We just worked better as friends, I guess.” “I see… you guess.” Shit, you didn’t mean it like this…
  • “I mean, I… am sure. He’s really great, but…” “You can’t really finish this sentence, can you, my love?”
  • “Yes, I can! I’m in love with you now! Can you blame me for having such a good taste in men?” he blushed, he couldn’t blame you for anything, never. So he just gave in to your charms…
Remedy (1)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful. 

It starts out a bit dark, but I promise, it’s all sweetness after. I thought everyone could use a little sweet, caring, cute and a little snarky Bucky after today. I hope you’re all doing okay, and I hope this maybe helps getting your minds off pressing matters, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Love you guys, stay strong. 

Summary: when a woman is found at an abandoned Hydra base, more dead than alive, Bucky takes it upon himself to help her in any and every way he can. He doesn’t have much of a choice, being the first to approach her without the intention of hurting her in a long time, she doesn’t trust anyone around but him. 

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

“Steve, seriously. I don’t need a babysitter”

“I’m not babysitting you, Buck”

“Then why are you still on my damn ass when you could be on the other side of this fuckin’ warehouse, and thus, making this go a hell of a lot faster?”

Silence.

Steve can be such a damn mom sometimes., thinking I can’t do a fucking sweep on my own.

“You know, sometimes you make me think that you just like lookin’ at my ass, Rogers”

“I’d like to be lookin’ at your ass when I kick it” Steve muttered under his breath, as if I couldn’t hear it.

“Don’t tempt me”

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My Type of Guy - Stiles Stilinski Imagine [Smut]

Author: dylanowhy

Summary: Scott McCall invites you to the schools senior prom, as friends of course, but there is this certain dark haired boy who has been pushing your buttons lately. Who would have thought that later on he’d be pushing you into a pile of gym mats.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 2957

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Some said he had dark hair, perfect to match his light-hearted eyes. However, you had never seen him up close before, always admiring him from a distance. You had known about Stile for years, ever since 5th grade when all he ever did was talk about baseball and Lydia Martin, but you’ve never approached him, always too afraid to speak, thinking that you would make a fool of yourself. Most people looked over the mole blessed boy, and you never quite understood how. There was so much more to him than anyone gave him credit for. The loud whistle sounding from Coach is what snapped you back to reality, bringing your attention back to the point, his hair. From the distance you sat it seemed light, a deep honey brown color that shined in the sunlight, complementing his soft pale skin that was being slightly washed out by the deep red covering his body. He was doing some type of dance, it almost made you snort, apparently he made a shot, something that was rare coming from him. It’s not like he was a bad lacrosse player, he was just never given the chance to show what he was really made of.

“What do you think Scott is going to do since Kira is not here anymore?” One of the many gossiping girls of Beacon Hills asked another, watching as Scott and Stiles high fived each other, bright smiles on their faces. “I am hoping he is open for trying new things, being with different people.” The other replied, it made you roll your eyes. You weren’t sure what happened to Kira, no one really was. Her father had given light detail and acted like it was no big deal his daughter went off in the middle of the school year, it had always made you curious, but you never were one to push any buttons. You actually cringed when you thought about what the girls across from you were talking about. There was a dance coming up at the end of the week, something about being seniors and how it was important to have one last dance. It was also known as prom, but you didn’t like to use the term. The theme was masquerade, and almost everyone had a date. Of course, you did not fall in the line of people who were going with a significant other, but that didn’t bother you. You had better things to do then to dance in a pool of sweat with some guy who only asked you because he wants to get lucky. No, you did not need to go to —.

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HIGHLIGHTS FROM BOTH OF THE MELBOURNE SHOWS

- at the first show this is gospel was dedicated to ryan and spencer?????? WGAT.

- there were pride flags at both that brendon put on the mic stand 

- when he gave the flag back to someone he was like “you want that back, darlin?”

-  “We’re gonna do a song now that’s about how Donald Trump has a crush on me but he can’t ever fuck me! Suck a nine-inch Mr President, it’s okay to like men too, okay!?” (edit: Debate on what he said here. High confusion between the two nights. I am aware of this.)

- brendon’s questionable pb&j sandwich dream analogy at the start of miss jackson

- he talked about tennis for some reason and then brendon was like “and who doesn’t know what i’m talking about?” and dallon put his hand up

- dallon kept rolling his tongue in his mouth + he interacted a LOT with the audience

- i think this is less of a highlight and more of a Low Light KENNY came over to dallons side and leaned right into the audience and did that :S face and  i just glared at him the whole time it wwas SO FUNNY

- dallon went Wild during time to dance like he was shakin about so much 

- during basically the entire second half of the show(s) brendons legs were doin the wobble back and forth thing when he like moves his hips

- brendon kept saying “cash me ousside how bout dat”

- at the start of golden days brendon was talking about how he couldn’t wait until he was 40 so he could retire and do nothing all day except touch himself

love knows no bounds (pt. 1) // edmund pevensie

summary: the reader and edmund have been friends for most of their time together in narnia. but, they realize their true feelings for each other at the worst moment; just when they both leave for earth. and it doesn’t help that they live practically half a world apart.
pairing: reader x edmund pevensie
word count: 1.5k
notes: so this is going to end up as a multi-part fic, and a collab with the most lovely @alwaysinnarnia​, who (i think) is currently working on the second part. i’m so excited for you all to see the whole of this :)
listen to: ho hey - the lumineers

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“1, 2, 3, 4…” Peter closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on the stone wall as the memories of Lucy’s very first encounter with the magical land of Narnia flooded his thoughts, a smile being graced on his face.

Susan pulled Lucy up along the giant rocks outside Aslan’s How step by step until they managed to reach the very top and hid in a tree, and Caspian ran off into the woods nearby where he hid in a hole, leaving you and Edmund with nowhere to go.

“… 73, 74, 75…”

“Quick, I know where we can hide!” You whispered to Edmund as you grabbed his hand and ran briskly into Aslan’s How, stopping at the very back to find the secret stairwell Aslan had only told you about. As you knocked quietly on different spots of the wall trying to find the entrance, Edmund sucked air in nervously behind you.

“What’re you doing?! Peter’s going to find us!”

“Shh, Ed! Trust me, no one’ll find us —“ you stopped your sentence half way as you knocked on the right brick. In robust, speedy movements, the stone wall opened up to form a set of stairs leading down to another room.

“What the bloody hell…”

“Come on!” you didn’t hesitate to reach your hand out to Edmund as he stood there looking at you with excitement. Pulling him down the spiral staircase, you two were greeted by a dark, confined, and dusty room, with a small bed in one corner.

“What— is— this place?” Edmund choked out between coughs.

You rubbed your hands over your legs, trying to get rid of the multiple spider webs surrounding your body. “It’s a room, obviously.”

“Yeah, but why’s it here?” Edmund placed his head back on the wall as he proceeded to sit down on the carpeted floor.

“Aslan created it for me. I would come down here whenever I was feeling upset or wanting to be alone, where no one could find me. It’s been awhile since I felt that way… The room used to be a lot more visually pleasing than this, though.” Letting out a quiet laugh, you sat down next to Edmund and closed your eyes, sighing contently.

Even through the dark you could feel Edmund smiling at you, and so, you found his hand and clasped your nimble fingers around it, giving it a light squeeze. This wasn’t uncommon in your and Edmund’s friendship. Holding hands, hugs, eye contact, and smiles were how you showed one another that your long-lasting friendship was still intact and that you were there for each other. You two first met during the reign of Jadis, 1 year ago in human time, 1300 years ago in Narnian time.

The Pevensies’ met you, the odd American in Narnia, at Aslan’s Camp. You were a newcomer, just like them, and was also part of the prophecy. You still clearly remember the day you were deemed a queen of Narnia by Aslan.

“… And to the august Western Mountains, Queen (Y/N) the Bold.”

Sharing many of the same qualities as Edmund, it was only natural that it you two were to become close friends. However, there was something hidden deep within the prophecy, which remained known to only Aslan.

When those who seek adventure cross the same path, they will encounter, later on, love’s true wrath.

You sought out adventure, just the same as Edmund, and it was when you first met him at the Camp that you realized that you two would instantly become friends. But as you became older, it hadn’t occurred to either of you, yet, that your friendship has grown into a certain something called love.

A few minutes of peaceful silence passed in the dark room, until Edmund spoke up. “What made you feel happy?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You said that you used to come down here all the time because you felt upset… what changed that feeling?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but your mind was blank. What did change that feeling? When you first arrived here in Narnia, all you wanted was to go back home. You missed your friends, your family, the neighbours on your block, the kind people that would always smile at you when they walked past; you missed Earth. You didn’t want to be seen looking upset and worried by the others here, and so it was Aslan who made you your the secret room. And then it filled your mind, you knew why you went from upset to happy.

It was Edmund.

The messy dark chocolate haired boy had been the one to pull you out of your constant state of sadness. No one had made you feel as happy and important as he did.

“You. It was you.” You could see him flash his pearly whites through the dark and you did the same back.

It was at that moment that you and Edmund had recognized that your feelings for each other weren’t that of friendship, but that of love. After all this time you had known each other for, you both realized that you loved the other. You wanted to be together. Til’ the end of time. Edmund now finally understood the deep fire in his stomach whenever he saw you and Caspian together as envy and anger. You now finally understood the warm fuzzy feeling you would get whenever he touched you as love and desire.

You both began to lean in, merely inches apart, as you felt his breath of mint on your lips and nose, just until the tapping of shoes and whispers of voices could be heard.

Down the stairs came Peter, followed by Susan, Lucy, and Caspian.

See? I told you she would have brought him here!” Caspian’s thick accent sounded through as he smirked triumphantly.

“W-what are you doing here?” You quickly stood up, as did Edmund, with a look of shock on your face. How did Caspian know about this room?

“We caught you, (Y/N). But I must say, this is a clever place to hide.” Peter laughed.

“Okay, but, how did you know this room existed?” Edmund read your mind and stated your question out for you.

“Why, is this where you two love birds come down all the time without us knowing?” Susan scoffed playfully.

“What?! No!” You and Edmund responded at the same time.

“No one knew about this room except for me! I used to come down here all the time when I was sad…” you trailed off as you tried to think of a reason as to how Caspian found the stairwell leading down to the room.

“Yes, well, it would have probably served as a better hiding spot if you actually remembered to shut the door.” Caspian rolled his eyes.

You sputtered on your words trying to form a sentence, but Edmund interrupted you, a tone of annoyance and anger lacing through his voice. “Okay, so you found us, whatever. We need to get ready for our farewell.” He shoved past Peter and Susan and ran up the stairs, leaving you there with a confused frown on your face.

Lucy ran up to you and tugged at your sleeve. “What happened?”

“I - I don’t know…” you left the others unconvinced with your statement. What just happened? Were you and Edmund really about to kiss? Did you think of him as a friend? All this time? Or as more? Thoughts flooded your brain, but you couldn’t stop them from overflowing. You needed to let your feelings out. “Lucy, Susan, I think I need to talk to you two.”

Susan walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. “(Y/N), are you alright? What do need to talk about?” You ignored her questions and looked behind her at Peter and Caspian who had expressions of worry written on their faces.

Alone. I need to talk to you two alone.” Caspian accepted your request at once and walked out of the room. But Peter, however, needed a little more convincing.

“What’s the matter?” Peter lightly shoved Susan aside and took your hands in his.

“I don’t- I don’t think that maybe you should know just yet.”

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything.”

“Peter, please, I just don’t feel like—“

“What’s going on? Why can’t you just —“

“Peter, stop it! She’ll tell you later. Please, just go.” Susan gently pried his hands away from yours and beckoned him to leave. He looked at you forgivingly as he curtly nodded, and then proceeded to head up the stairs.

A few seconds had passed and you fell to the ground, your head in your hands.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?!” Lucy wailed as she sat down next to you, her hand on your knee.

“E-Edmund.” as you said his name, you felt your voice begin to shake and eyes begin to pool up with tears.

“Wait, what about him?” Susan raised an eyebrow, concerned for not only you, but her little brother. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), answer me!” As her worry grew, so did the sound of her voice.

That’s when you started sobbing. Lucy shushed Susan and patted your knee soothingly.

“I think- I think I —”

“You think what?” Susan and Lucy asked you at the same time.

“I think I love him”

dare (archie andrews x reader)

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pairing: archie andrews x reader

word count: 625

request: Hi! I love your work would you be a able to write an archie x nerdy sarcastic girl type imagine please :D maybe where the girl gets into a fight with some popular girls but doesn’t take any of their crap

“It seems you forgot the deal we had,” Stephanie, a popular cheerleader and one of Cheryl’s so-called best friends, crossed her arms in front of you. You were sitting on the bleachers outside while your boyfriend Archie had football practice, reading an old classic British novel.

You sighed, wedging Archie’s guitar pick he gave to you between the pages as a bookmark, closing the book and looking up at her. “I’m sorry, your royal highness, I do not recall signing a contract.”

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “You know what I mean. You break up with Archie, I won’t tell everyone where you went last summer.”

You squinted your eyes back for a moment, trying to remember what she was talking about, until it hit you. You laughed. “Oh, that! Right.” Really, you only agreed at the time to shut her up. You didn’t ever see yourself breaking up with Archie for any reason.

“It’s not funny!” Stephanie grabbed your shirt, pulling you so you were standing up.

“Woah, woah, okay, calm down!” You grabbed her hands, moving them off your shirt, but now she was standing tall in front of you, chin up, ready to start something.

“What’s going on here?” Archie ran over to you two, moving to stand between you and Stephanie, until you put out your hand, holding him aside.

“It’s fine. Hey, Archie, do you know what I did last summer?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Um… visited your grandma… went to Comic-con?” Archie recalled perfectly, confused.

You grinned widely, turning to Stephanie. “That’s exactly right!”

Stephanie crossed her arms again. “Ugh! That’s so stupid, how could you not be embarrassed of that!”

You threw your arms up in exasperation. “God, you’re right! I’m so embarrassed of meeting Chris Evans, especially when I got a picture of him hugging me. So awful.” You shook your head.

Stephanie growled angrily, “If you won’t do it, I’ll make it happen.”

You grew serious for a moment, fearing whatever scheme she would create, and gulped. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh yeah.” She smirked, before turning to your boyfriend. “Hey, Archie, did you know that—“

“Actually, you know what? No. I’m not going through this. I’m not going to break up with him no matter what idiotic thing you try to threaten me with, or whatever childish, shallow stunt you try to pull. I’m not falling for it, and neither is he.” You dictated.

Archie nodded, now understanding what this was all about. “Yeah.”

“And, let’s face it, the only reason you want to date him anyway is because it would make you look good. The only reason you want to date him has nothing to do with him, or love, or even basic infatuation, and everything to do with materialistic objectification.” You smiled and spoke in a cheery tone, mimicking her peppy cheerleader voice as if you weren’t just ripping her to pieces, but your tone went dark when you finished. “So you know what? I take back what I said. Try to do something, I dare you.”

Stephanie didn’t say a word, only looked to you, to Archie, and then left. She knew that since you revealed her for who she really was to him just now— There wasn’t any way he would want date her even if by some ridiculous circumstance, the two of you did break up.

Archie didn’t say a word either, only put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissing your temple long and hard before he had to go back to practice.

He felt comfort and pride in knowing you could take care of yourself. He let you go and ran back out to the field. You smiled, sat down, and continued reading.

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