rearranged some things

The Spark Next Door

Thanks to @jayankles for the graphic! 

Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics)
Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings.
Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jpadjackles

Your name: submit What is this?

“Let me guess - you need me to kill a spider?”

“That was one time, Ackles, and that spider was huge!”

Your neighbor flashed you an adorable smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees. Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was nothing more than friendship between the two of you.

With a soft laugh that made your stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you with.

“My friend Kari brought her car over – needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter now, but it won’t budge.”

Kari was leaning against the hood of the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway with Jensen.

“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching him. “Thanks for coming to help.”

“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to help.”

He took the oil filter wrench from you and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.

“You didn’t have to finish the job,” you said, “I really appreciate that!”

“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you get roped into doing this anyway?”

Before you could answer, Kari interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and brothers taught her a thing or two.”

Your friend headed inside then, and you walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.

“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”

Jensen agreed that was a good plan. “Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”

“I’m sure he will,” you assured. “Thanks again for your help with the car!”

“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”

With a thank you and a playful wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get ready for your date.

Bryan was handsome, tall, successful – and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner, he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.

He had other plans, apparently. Once the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.

“Look, I just want to go home, all right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.

He snorted. “Oh, please. The other girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N. Sure you want to pass on it?”

Who the hell did he think he was? God’s gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get home.

You were just a few feet down the sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to be this crazy.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“I don’t want to tell anyone anything, I just want to go home!”

“After you give me what I took you out to get.”

He started to drag you back towards the car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red. He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.

Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery. Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.

It would have been easier, you supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though, and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and be alone, either.

So here you were, standing at the bar of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down for you.

Are you still at work? I’m sitting at the bar.

You wanted to somehow warn him of your current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.

“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked, his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.

Your chin quivered and your eyes watered all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety; for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.

By the time Jensen returned, you had composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then carefully set an ice pack against your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.

You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”

Jensen nodded as though he had figured as much. “Just your face?”

“He slapped my face,” you explained. “And he grabbed my arm.”

Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.

“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.

“I just want to go home, but I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”

Jensen caressed the uninjured side of your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.

“All right. Stay here. Give me ten minutes, then I’ll take you home.”

You nodded and kept the ice on your face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen returned.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to rearrange some things.”

You were suddenly self-conscious. “Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”

“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean, you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you home.”

As you followed Jensen out to his truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.

“It’s just that my brothers would have been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”

“I can understand that. We’ll handle this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”

The rest of the ride home was silent. Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.

“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too careful.”

You had no problem with that. Never in your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.

“I think you’re good,” he said, handing back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.

When you came back, Jensen was still standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.

“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.

“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will make you feel safe.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”

You disappeared into the bathroom with your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it. You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the living room.

Jensen was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little better?”

“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”

“Yeah, ran home real quick while you showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”

You smirked when he handed you a longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good long drink after that initial sip to taste.

You answered Kari’s text message about how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to tell her the whole story at work the next day.

Thanks to half the six-pack and the shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV, and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.

When the two of you woke the next morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening. You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready, you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to leave.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the door on your way out.”

Jensen nodded and made you promise to be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar with asleep on your couch.

When you got to work and told Kari the whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you quickly shushed her.

“I don’t want a lot of people to know, all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And other people are liable to talk anyway.”

Kari didn’t like it, but she promised to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime after lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”

You rolled your eyes and otherwise ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.

“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said, leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that easily.”

Thanks God for Kari, who had been checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at you and left.

“What was that about?” Kari asked.

Attempting not to have a panic attack, you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.

“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “I know.”

“Please, at least go talk to the boss. Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”

You hated the idea of being a victim – that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole story.

Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company property, our policy is not to get involved.”

“You’re kidding?!”

She leaned forward on her desk. “Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”

You nodded, feeling full confidence for the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation. I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”

She didn’t bother calling you back to her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would figure things out.

You weren’t going to be a victim of this thing that had happened to you.

Kari offered to cancel her date that night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.

It didn’t help that the easiest distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before, how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.

That didn’t stop you from putting on your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.

The smile he gave you when you took a seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.

“Your face looks better,” Jensen commented.

“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.

Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean. What’ll be?”

“Same we had last night, please. I really liked that.”

“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the morning.”

You shook your head as you drank down a good portion of the beer. “I quit.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the whole thing, he said he was proud of you.

“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”

“Even if your friend is an unemployed loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of humor.

Jensen chucked you under the chin. “You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”

He shook his head. “I told you when you moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about Monday?”

You could have hugged him across the counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to get started.

“I find it interesting that he is so quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”

“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.

Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point, Y/N/N.”

“Your point is invalid. Jensen had helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”

Kari nodded. “How many times before all of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”

You didn’t want to answer her. You knew what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him Monday morning, either,

After giving you a full tour of the place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his office manager.

You sat on the counter of the bar while he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and curious.

“What if I did take advantage?” he asked.

Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously? Of me?”

Jensen set down the glass in his and moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees; you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling at that moment.

“I mean, not really take advantage of course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”

The uncertainty fell away and you knew exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had indulged in time and time again became a reality.

When Jensen parted from you, he did so slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence again, you decided to just be honest with him.

“A few days ago, I had a date with a guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”

“I know,” he said softly, not moving from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement sent shivers up and down your spine.

Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”

“I know,” Jensen said again.

“Say something besides ‘I know’.”

He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”

“I’d like that,” you said with a light laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”

Jensen nodded and helped you off the bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

Monday and Tuesday were usually the days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend. You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.

With all of that nervous energy, you decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let the early summer breeze air out the place.

Always careful about bothering the neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the volume on your music.

You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

You didn’t care one bit about that when one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of Jensen.

It didn’t matter that you were a mess or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and you needed to tell him now.

You jogged out the front door, the screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood in front of the mower.

Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”

You nodded. “I know this must sound crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”

He stood to the side of the mower. “You sure?”

“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything. I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”

Jensen grinned. The connection between the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips. You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss him was difficult.

All you could do in that moment was smile.

“Some of you know me!” he shouted. “I’m Sergeant Keel, currently in command of the Treacle Mine Road Watch House! And I order you to dismantle this barricade–”
There was a chorus of jeers and one or two badly thrown missiles. Vimes waited, stock still, until they’d died away. Then he raised his hands again.
“I repeat, I order you to dismantle this barricade.” He took a breath, and went on: “And rebuild it on the other side on the corner with Cable Street! And put up another one at the top of Sheer Street! Properly built! Good grief, you don’t just pile stuff up, for gods’ sake! A barricade is something you construct!”

– Sergeant Keel starts rearranging some things | Terry Pratchett, Night Watch


“So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, “What about the strain on our resources?” Well it’s like when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. ‘cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin’. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.”
Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

Why are baby boomers like this.

Just went and bought a new TV since mine decided to explode last week.

Since my car is roughly the size of a small hamster wheel the box wouldn’t fit. Nbd, I am industrious. When it still wouldn’t fit after a few minutes of me and the shop clerk guy rearranging some of things and playing with angles and leverage, I decide to just take the tv out of the box. The actual tv is more than small enough, it’s just the box that won’t fit.

So here I am sitting in front of Best Buy prying a large cardboard box open. I told the shop guy he was good to leave me to it, since I know they’re not allowed to do that kind of thing, and if anyone is going to break my new TV on the pavement it’s going to be me.

Oh and did I mention I just got out of a job interview, so I look nice and classy, hair done, nails done, wearing pearls, with my trendy baby pink hybrid car, cussing at a cardboard box and ripping it apart with my teeth because it’s fucking bolted together with huge fuckoff staples.

The staff keeps peeking out the doors at me. I think they’re cracking up. I would be too. Two different guys stop and offer to help. Chivalrous. But I got this- this box is going the fuck down.

I finally pry this bitch open and I’m carefully easing my new 55" TV out of the box, maneuvering it into the back of my tiny baby hatchback. I’m bleeding where the box tore my cuticle. I stop. Pull it back out and flip it over b/c I decide I want it screen-up just in case I hit a speedbump-

And behind me I hear this lady.

“No, there’s this girl just sitting outside Best Buy trying to put a tv in her car, and they’re not helping her or ANYTHING. Like… She’s out here all by herself, struggling. The staff is right there, they don’t even care.”

It’s some bleach-blonde, overly tan older woman talking on her phone and just standing there gawking at me. Not offering to help, just sitting there absolutely trashing the Best Buy staff on my behalf.

Who seriously stands there and bitches about a total stranger’s customer service experience?

After listening to it for a couple of minutes I finally turn around.

“Hi. Hey. I’m fine. I told them I got this.”

She stares like it never occurred to her I could hear everything she’s saying.

“They should be helping you. You’re doing this all by yourself.”

“They’re fine. They were helping earlier. I told them to go back in, because I had to take it out of the box to fit it in my car.”

“They couldn’t help you?”

I blink. “They aren’t allowed to help with this stuff, they’ll get in trouble. And I’m not going to waste a delivery just for the box. It fits fine like this.” Pat pat the snug, happy little tv just to prove my point.

“But- you’re struggling.”

She says it like I am a soft delicate baby bird trying to lift a brick (instead of a grown-ass woman in heels and pearls who just called a cardboard box a ‘fucknugget’). Like the very concept of struggling with something alone is the stuff of Lifetime movies.

“Yeah… So?”

She looks deeply confused.

It occurs to me that women like her are not used to solving problems on their own. Someone always helps them. Someone has always been there to help them. And when they don’t, she just has to pitch a fit until they do. I’m used to being left to do things on my own. It’s second nature now. I remember my first job, and getting heatstroke on my 18th birthday from carrying dozens and dozens of folding chairs up a hill in 90+ degree weather.
The older couple whose party I was catering (only supposed to be doing the food setup, but they told me to bring the chairs in and I was too young to put my foot down and say ‘that isn’t my job’) stood there watching me, drinking cokes from the personal vending machine in their garage.

I think about asking this lady why, if she’s so concerned she doesn’t grab an end and help me lift, instead of taking her vicarious ire out on the poor customer service people. I wonder if she would have cared if I wasn’t wearing my designer pants or my White Room top (both thrift store finds). But I’m happy for her to just go away.

As soon as I’m done, the Best Buy guy rushes out and offers to throw away the empty box for me. I tell him about the lady and what just happened. He was super sweet and absolutely didn’t deserve to be dragged by that lady.

anonymous asked:

Can I request for TFP Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Shockwave and Dreadwing to have a bad day but shy human s/o wants to cheer them up! They're make sure they're at somewhere private, ask him to pick them up to give him a quick peck on the lips. How do they react?

Based on “how do they react,” I think you want a scenario?? My scenario limit is five, so these were randomly picked from your list. But you do get an avocado picture!


He’s been dealing with morons all day. These damned vehicons couldn’t do anything right! He walked through the Nemesis with his signature gait, slowly clunking through the corridors. He spots you beckoning him toward the small table you were standing on. How did you get up there? He approaches you, helm tilted to the right. You raise up your arms to be lifted, and he complies. 

You kiss him right on the viser, just over his mouth, and he’s shocked. He’s normally the one to initiate affection. Where did this come from? He playfully pokes you in the bellys, as if to ask “what happened to you?” His outlook on the day improves, and he looks forward to your time together in the evening.


Knockout didn’t have time for anyone’s shit. Not today. His short string of patience had all but burnt to ashes. You peek around the corner, and watch him rearrange some things on a table, grumbling about “bumbling idiots”. He was alone in the med bay. Perfect. You slowly slink over to his pede, and put your hand on it. He glares down at you with anger that was not meant to be sent in your direction. “Knockout? Can you lift me up? There’s something important I need to do.” Something important? He lifts you up to his face plates.

You kiss him on his thin, downturned lips, and he’s pleasantly surprised. “Well well well, S/O. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Suddenly his bad mood melts away like snow in the sun. 


Another Iacon relic! Stolen right out from under him! He couldn’t believe it! All that time, energon, and firepower, waisted! He ranted to you, while you listened patiently. Poor Megatron. He never seemed to be able to catch a break. Eventually he stopped talking, and slumped down in the chair in front of the desk you resided on. You tentatively step to the edge. You don’t need to ask. He wants to hold you anyway.

As he brings you close to him, you plant a kiss right on those scarred lips of his. He pulls you back, and looks down at you in alarm. His S/O kissed the most terrifying warlord the universe has ever known without a trace of fear or intimidation. His shy little S/O? He’s impressed. His hope in the team boosts back up a little.


Experiment number three hundred ninety four. Another failure. He might as well give up on this one. Nothing’s working, and he’s running out of both time and resources. He heads to his quarters, where you await his arrival. He walks saunters passed you, and sits on his berth, helm in hands. You clamor down from the table, and scamper over to his pedes. He stares down at you intensely. You very quietly ask to be lifted up. He grants your request.

You hesitate a moment, before closing your eyes tight, and kissing him, more or less where his lips would be if he had had any. He isn’t surprised, or shocked. he knew you’d do it sometime. He never did understand your hesitation. Nevertheless, the feeling fills him with a new found energy, and he decides to conduct just one more experiment.


Breakdown exits the medical bay, and rubs his shoulder. He’d gotten his ass kicked by Bulkhead. Again. He felt defeated and hopeless. His number one competition, and he couldn’t even pose a challenge. Pathetic. You popped around the corner, just in time to meet him. He looks down at you with a blank stare. When you ask to be picked up, he looks lift, then right, checking to see if anyone was watching. he lifts you up, and asks what you want.

You kiss him, and he’s more than a little taken aback. His shy little S/O just made a bold move. How about that? He’s proud of you. He knows that was hard for you, and he’s happy you overcame your fears. He carries this pride into the next battle with him, ready to finally come out on top.
How to Get Away With Murder | Chapter 2
Hux is a District 2 Career who has trained for the Games for most of his life. Ben Solo is an apparently unhinged but extremely skilled volunteer from District 12, and in him Hux begins to see an unlikely ally, at least until they have to turn on each other.
By Organization for Transformative Works

FINALLY this chapter is done! Sorry to all who are following it for the long wait– I got distracted by a few other projects and was also just lost on this chapter for a long time. It wasn’t one I initially planned to do, so I had to rearrange some things. But I’m glad I did it and I’m excited to write what comes next! I have more concrete plans for the next three parts, so they should be easier to draft– plus Ben and Hux are together a lot more in the future chapters, and those are always my favorite scenes to do, ofc. Thanks to all who asked about this during the hiatus and encouraged me <3

Fallout 4 Headcannons

Just compiled a list for fun of things I’ve either seen and liked, or I think would fit myself, plus some stuff I’ve put in my fanfics. There are TONS more of great headcannons that are equally as amazing and valid, this is just for fun. Yes I also did rearrange some things in game (ie. MacCready left handed) but they were little so shhh. Took major liberties with Strong. Non specification of culture/gender/sexuality/etc just means I haven’t decided or don’t care. I tried not to include many things that are already canon or everyone knows about.


·         Fell in love with Jackson – Pygmalion


·        Trans

·         Irish

·         Hairy

·         Totally plays on playgrounds when no one is looking

·         Smacks your ass to show she likes what she sees

·         Hates kids – never wants them

·         Pregnancy fear

·         Likes to climb trees

·         Getting dirty or hurt is all proof that you did some awesome shit

·        Really good at rapping

·        Cannot read/illiterate


·         British

·         Tries on assaultron blade attachments when no one is looking

·         OCD about the specific order of things

·         He is the Alfred to Sole’s Batman


·         French

·         Ambidextrous

·         Speaks 4 languages

·         Sometimes forgets tact in favor of scientific opinion

·         Trivia fountain. Would win bingo night

·         Always reading

·         Huge worrywart. Always thinks that if something can go wrong, it will.

·         Carries around a special med kit just for Sole

·         Not just science nerd but also HISTORY nerd!

·         Likes bugs/reptiles (after poison glands removed!)


·         Latino/Italian

·         Has PTSD

·         Likes butts

·         Sleeps naked (he gets too hot)

·         Won’t admit he likes the subtle fragrance of flowers

·         Returns to his room on the Prydwen to conceal random boners (too obvi in BoS suit)

·         Feels inadequate/awkward without his power armor

·         Falls in “pull your pigtails” kind of like with someone

·         Lifts weights while Sole is away. Works out a lot.

·         Afraid of spiders


·         Non-binary - Demiboy

·         Loves roleplay

·         Insomnia/irregular sleep patterns

·         Nightmares

·         Has a tattoo on his right butt cheek that he doesn’t remove no matter how much he changes his body

·         Doesn’t even know why he lies anymore

·         Halloween is his favorite holiday

·         Frequently depressed

·         Knows everyone at the Atoms Cats Garage

·         Loves it when Sole laughs at his jokes


·         Barks at nothing

·         Has traveled across the United States

·         Immortal


·         Pansexual

·         ADD - Fiddles with things a lot. Cannot stop. Knife is his favorite

·         Can’t cook for his life

·         Has fantasized about doing Sole in a Pulowski Preservation shelter during a radstorm on numerous occasions

·         Will wear anything Sole gives him and will cut you for making fun of him

·         Covers up mirrors/doesn’t like them (doesn’t want to look at his own face)

·         Will not go to Diamond City with Sole – McDonough

·         Drugs help him escape

·         Literally does not see how much he has done for people

·         Incredibly harsh on himself


·         Left handed

·         Likes: video games, comic books, anime

·         Gets excited when he hears about McDonalds. Pretends there’s an ‘a’ in the middle

·         Being called ‘Bobby’ is his Kryptonite

·         Competes with Sole’s high scores for their pip boy games

·         Babysitter for Shaun when Sole is away

·         Eventually brings Duncan to live at Sanctuary with them

·         Fooling around/touching one another turns him on

·         Kind of likes it when Sole takes his hat

·         Worries a lot – nervous

·         Self-conscious about his fluffy hair


Nick Valentine

·         Coffee addict

·         No dick Nick

·         But his metal hand does for some amazing manual stimulation

·         Knows ballroom dances

·         Refuses to go easy on you in card games. You need to earn the win.

·         Finding the Mysterious Stranger is on his bucket list

·         Pre-war Nick was a devout Catholic who prayed every night

·         Knows that his glowing eyes do things to Sole. Loves it.

·         No longer has the capacity for addiction but continues to smoke because Pre-war Nick did

·         Old fashioned is his favorite alcoholic beverage

·         The Godfather is his favorite movie


·         Jewish

·         Self-conscious about her weight

·         Great with kids

·         Loves “do not enter” or “do not push” signs. Rather, she loves ignoring them.

·         Baseball is her favorite sport

·         Has collected erotica throughout the commonwealth and reads them at night.

·         Always chewing bubblegum

·         Very flexible – stretches every morning

·         Jogs for exercise

·         Afraid of clowns

·         Loves photography. Always takes pictures of her and Sole, flowers, the sky, etc


·         Stress related anxiety

·         Vegetarian

·         Always has clean nails

·         Really good at art – sculptures (wood/metals/etc)

·         NEVER lies

·         Rule follower to the very last drop

·         First one to suggest they build a school in Sanctuary for all the kids

·         Organizes everyone’s schedules around Sanctuary

·         Very concerned about health and nutrition


·         South American – Argentinian

·         Speaks Spanish -> barely knows English

·         Wrestler

·         Was a college student when he was abducted for experimentation of the FEV

·         Also 200+ years old


·         Likes cats

·         Perfect at everything he attempts/Perfectionist

·         Plays strip poker – takes off no clothes

·         Doesn’t hate classical radio, especially when brutally murdering things

·         Is a dick to everyone but Sole

·         Special profound knowledge about armor/weapons, their parts, and how they work

·         Can fix anything

·         Fear of heights

·         The only courser that dreams

·         Was dispatched to the Wastelands to kill Harkness

·         Hates dirt/uncleanliness


·         Doesn’t always think the choices he’s made were the right ones

·         Drinks himself to sleep frequently/alcohol problem

·         Children are scared of him (scar/beard)

·         Self-conscious about his age


·         Went through many depressive phases throughout his life

·         Didn’t tell anyone that synth Shaun was a test to see if Mother/Father cared about him

·         Has a Dr. Volkert come see him secretly in his chambers to consult him about his cancer


·         Loves animals

·         Had a husband who died

·         Miscarried once and doesn’t want to try ever again

·         Workaholic


·         Obsessed with guns. Collects them

·         Cuts her own hair

·         Was the first to bring makeup into the RR. Showed it to Desdemona, who started wearing it as well

Time for a story - Together in all of it

Originally posted by olicitytroop

Oliver was just directing the car into the garage when his phone rang. Stopping the car, he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his suit jacket. When he saw Felicity’s face smiling at him happily from under the pillow she had tried to hide behind, Oliver smiled and gently moved his thumb over her face on the display of his phone. He loved the picture because it was so innocent and yet to intimate. Shaking his head to shake off the thoughts, he took the call quickly.

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Summer Storm - Chapter 16 Who I am, Who I was

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Ugh, this chapter killed me….it was hard to write cause I wanted to get it right and I must have rearranged and rewrote some things like 5 times…..I hope it makes sense and I feel I did it all in the right order…its also a bit shorter but I wanted the chapter to be just about them…… Enjoy!!!


It was 3:00am and Betty lay on the bed of their hotel room, watching the city in the large windows along the wall.  The only light in the room came from the lights of the city itself.  It really was a beautiful place and it seemed to come alive even more at night.  She wished she could enjoy it, but instead she lay almost numb, feeling more terrified and anxious than she knew was possible.  She hadn’t slept a wink and she figured the only way sleep would come is if she passed out directly because her fear kept her wide awake.  Jughead had been gone for 9 hours and she was literally watching the minutes tick by on the wall clock when she wasn’t staring out the window.

She had tried taking a bath but the water had been suffocating.  Now she just lay on the bed, in his t-shirt and pj pants and just tried to breathe.  It hurt even doing that.  She had cried for hours and her eyes burned and felt dry.  She missed him.  Dear God, she missed him.  

She startled suddenly when she heard a noise at the door.  She thought she imagined it and slowly sat up, not daring to breathe.  There it was again, the distinct sound of a key card clicking open the lock.  She scrambled off the bed as the door opened and he stumbled in.  

“Juggie?” she gasped and rushed over to him as he slumped, half bent over against the wall.  He was struggling and he gave a moan of pain and she quickly wrapped her arm around his waist and he sagged against her as she helped him over to the bed.  

“Chair,” he said, his voice hoarse and she changed directions and moved him to the chair by the window.  He fell into it and the city lights moved across his face and she gasped.  She turned quickly and turned on a lamp and when she turned back, she couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her lips.

“Oh my God, Jughead!  What happened to you?” she gasped, as she fell to her knees in front of him.  She lifted a shaking hand and touched his face, his beautiful face.  His one eye was not quite swollen shut but pretty close and there were multiply lacerations on his face that left streaks of blood.  The corner of his mouth was bleeding and there was a cut on his neck that had stained his collar with blood.  One side of his face looked like it had been scraped with something, with lines of tiny lacerations running from hairline to chin.

“Jughead talk to me,” she said, tears running down her face.  He lifted his eyes and they were filled with pain.  

“I’m ok,” he whispered.

“No, you’re not fucking ok,” she said angrily.  “What the fuck did they do to you?  Why did they do this?”  He was struggling to get his jacket off and she helped him, noting he was pressing his hand over his abdomen. She looked closer and saw his shirt was soaked with blood.

“Jesus,” she gasped as he let go briefly to shrug his jacket off.  She reached for his shirt and he sat back and shook his head.

“Just, please wait,” he said in small gasps.  

“Where are you bleeding from?” she cried.  She threw his jacket down and looked at it confused.  It had all the patches ripped off and looked quite strange.  She turned back to his shirt and he was clutching his hand to it again and wouldn’t let her move it to see what the injury was.

“I need….first…..,” he winced and took a deep breath.  “I need to say something first,” he whispered.  She nodded and sat back on her heels in front of him.  “Could I get some water first,” He asked.  Betty rushed to get him a bottled water and he drank half of it before he stopped.

“What happened Juggie? Was anyone else hurt?” she asked tearfully.  He shook his head and closed his eyes for a minute.  “We need to get you cleaned up,” she insisted, reaching again for his hand.  He grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“I need to tell you something first,” he said, his voice filled with anguish.  She bit her lip, sitting back again.

“Jughead, you need help, let me call an ambulance.  Were you shot?”

“No, Betty….it’s ok, I think the bleeding stopped already.  I don’t need an ambulance.  Just let me….I need to say some things, please let me.”

“Juggie…,” she began but he talked over her.

“I lied to you Betty.  The things I’ve done, the things I wanted to do….”

“Juggie, I don’t care, that’s your past and I don’t care,” she insisted firmly.  He shook his head, and winced at the pain it cause him.  She got up and walked over to their bags.  She came back with some pain killers.  He gratefully swallowed a couple and took a deep breath.

“I care and I need you to know.  I need you to know what kind of man I am Betty,” he said, his voice wavering.

“It doesn’t matter.  Can we clean you up first?  I’m freaking out a little and I need to know how bad you’re hurt.”

“It does matter Betty, please, let me tell it all to you, I just need you to know who I am.  I promise I’m not hurt bad enough that it can’t wait.  Please……” Jughead insisted, his eyes suddenly filling with tears.

“Ok,” she whispered.  He began to talk then, haltingly at first, starting the night his mother died.  In a tortured, broken voice, Jughead told her about his life and all that had transpired since that night and because of that night.  Some of what he told her was awful and some of it made her look away as she cried.  She held his hand through the parts where he struggled with the telling.  He paused many times, having to take deep breaths as he waited for the pain killers to kick in. She doesn’t know how long it took, but she didn’t interrupt and he didn’t stop or waver as he bared his soul and his sins.  

“I have lived and chased darkness for so long Betty, and I did so many things that I wish with all my heart I had never done and I can’t do anything to take it back.  I am broken and stained and I don’t deserve anything from anyone, especially from you.  I stopped running tonight Betts and I stopped fighting because all I could think about was you and the love you give me so freely and willingly and I knew it wasn’t fair to you until you knew the whole truth about me.  I am terrified that you won’t look at me the same anymore because I don’t know if I can survive without you Betty, but I knew I couldn’t continue until you knew who I am.”  

Betty felt her tears fall down her face and she watched as his own mixed in with the dried blood on his cheeks, making a bigger mess on his face than was already there.  She lifted her hand and touched his heart over his shirt, her eyes looking into his.

“It’s not who you are Juggie, it’s who you were,” she whispered.  He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath.  She lifted up on her knees and pulled his forehead down to hers.  “You are not that man anymore,” she insisted.  He breathed her in for a moment and pulled back.  His eyes were haunted and anxious and glittered with fresh tears.

“I need you to forgive me Betty,” he begged.

“Juggie, you don’t need to….”

“Please,” he whispered hoarsely.  “Please forgive me.”  

“I forgive you, Juggie,” she cried.  “I forgive you.”  His head fell on her shoulder and Jughead Jones, the man who had never let himself grieve, cried for everything he had lost and everything he had done.  Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him, crying with him as he released all the demons he had carried around for all those dark years.  Long moments later, when he was done and taking deep shuddering breathes, she eased him back against the chair and put her hand over his on top of his shirt.

“Let me see, please,” she whispered.  He nodded and when she tried to lift the shirt he gasped and stopped her hand.  

“Do you have anything to cut down the middle?”  She nodded and ran to her bags and got a multi-tool that she carried in her purse.  It had a tiny pair of scissors but they were sharp and cut easily through the material.  “It’s stuck to the cuts, be careful,” he said, his voice pained.  Betty nodded and bit her lip as she slowly pulled the blood soaked material back.  

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped, her eyes filling with tears again.  He was watching her, his eyes wounded.  “What the fuck?  Why did they do this?” she cried furiously.  There was a cut through the body of the snake, just below the head and an ‘X’ carved through the head.  

“To kill a snake, you cut off its head,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked furiously.  “I don’t know what the fuck that means!”

“I told them I was no longer a serpant.  He made it symbolic cause he didn’t want me to forget,” Jughead explained in a broken whisper.

“No, they can’t do this.  We can’t let them get away with this Jughead,” she said, her voice filled with sorrow.  Jughead shook his head and took her hands.

“It’s ok love, I don’t care.  I don’t care about any of that shit anymore.  All I want or care about is right here.  Don’t you see?  None of it matters anymore, as long as I still get to have you.  I look in your eyes and I see forever and if you’ll still have me, I want to give you forever,” Jughead said, his voice low and serious.

“Of course I’ll still have you, I love you so much Juggie,” she whispered.  “But I still think you need to do something about this, don’t you want…,”  her voice trailed off.

“Revenge?  There isn’t any point because it never ends.  I left my serpent past in that clubhouse tonight, Betty, I don’t want anything to do with it anymore.  There is only one thing I want to do and it has nothing to do with Cutter or his gang.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to go home and make babies with you, Betty Cooper.”  She stared at him and a quivering smile spread across her face, replacing the anger.

“A whole fuck load?” she asked, more tears falling on her cheeks.

“As many as you want,” he said smiling for the first time that night.  He grimaced when the action made his lacerations pull and bleed a little.  Betty leaned in placed a tiny kiss on his lips and he pulled away almost immediately.

“Let’s clean me up first, I’ve been spitting blood all night and I’m pretty sure I’m not kissable right now,” he said with a sigh.  “Can you help me with this?” he asked, looking down at his stomach and wincing.  

“I don’t know, I think you might need stitches, Juggie.  I don’t know if stitch bandages will help here.  Can you get into the washroom?  I need to clean you up and it will be easier if you sat in there.”  He nodded and struggled to stand, gasping and holding a hand over his wounds.  

“We can stay here,” she said quickly and he shook his head and managed to stand.  

“I got up here, I’m sure I can make it to the bathroom,” he said with a sigh.

“How the hell did you get up here?” she asked, helping him walk.

“It’s not bad once I’m moving.”  They got to bathroom and she peeled off the rest of his shirt.  Bruises littered his side and abdomen and she gritted her teeth in anger.  

“I need you to sit on the counter.  I don’t think a shower is a good idea, it will make your cuts bleed too much.  I’ll clean you up and see how bad it really is.  For the record, if I see this guy, I’m going to fucking kill him,” Betty said angrily.  Jughead smiled a little at that.  She looked fierce enough to do it too.  She went back into the other room and got a couple little bottles of vodka out of the mini bar and came back with them.

“Rinse with these.  It will clean the blood out of your mouth and clean out any cuts you may have on the inside. “ He did as she asked and winced at the burns he felt on his gums and inside his cheek.  He rinsed and spit several times and was amazed at how much better his mouth felt after he was done.  She opened the second one and handed it to him.  “Drink, you’ll feel better.”  He downed the shot and let it burn its way down to his stomach.  She reached for a cloth and he stopped her, his hand on her face.

“I wouldn’t mind that kiss now,” he said softly and she quickly pressed her mouth to his.  He kissed her slowly, carefully, just needing to feel her mouth on his.  He pulled away and she whimpered in protest and he smiled slightly.  She gave herself a little shake and remembered she had to help him.

Jughead sat still as Betty wet a cloth and slowly, gently cleaned his face.  Once the blood was cleaned up she saw how bruised his face was and she touched it with trembling fingers.  

“They hit you a lot?” she asked quietly.

“Some,” he said softly, watching her face.  She looked at him like she didn’t believe him.  

“What’s this from?”  She asked as she touched the tiny lacerations that marked his face on one side.  

“My head hit the floor when someone kicked my chair over.”  She said nothing but she looked furious.  She ran her hand down his arm and picked up his hand.  She saw the marks on his wrists.  

“You were tied up?”

“Yes.  I got there and I walked in like an idiot and got my ass knocked out with the butt end of a gun.”  She gasped at that.

“You got knocked out??  Dammit, you’re going to have fucking brain damage soon with all this trauma to your head!”  She cried out furiously.

“I can still think pretty good,” he said with a smile.  Betty frowned and put stitch bandaids she found in the first aid kit on a couple of the cuts on his face.  She cleaned off his neck and saw it was only a small nick that didn’t need a stitch.

She rinsed out the cloth and tried not to cry at the blood that ran down the drain.  She started on his abdomen next.  She got him to lift himself for a minute and pulled his jeans off and cleaned up the blood that stained his skin.  Once she had it clean she looked again at the cuts.  They were clean and surprisingly narrow.  She had to admit he hadn’t butchered Jughead’s skin and the scars wouldn’t be too awful.  She was angry though, she had loved that tattoo and the wide open mouth and fangs of the head had been her favorite part.  It was dangerous and sexy and now it was destroyed.  She used stitch bandages and was happy to see they pulled the skin together enough that he wouldn’t need to get real stitches.  Her fingers trembled as she gently touched the wounds.

“Hey,” Jughead said softly and she lifted her tear brimmed eyes to his.  “It will be ok.”

“I’m so angry Juggie.  Why did they have to do this?”

“I’m glad they did.”

“What? How can you say that?  They hurt you Juggie,” she said, her tears spilling over.

“I couldn’t get away from my past until I faced it and i felt like I was hanging on by a thread.  I’ve been fighting this war inside me for so long Betty, I still cant believe the person I once was, before I met you.  I was trying to change but I couldn’t seem to work through my flaws.  I had nobody to help me and then there was you.  You saw underneath and through all my scars and all my pain and you saved me from losing myself.  That place where I wouldn’t have been able to come back from.  If you hadn’t been here with me, I’d be dead right now,“ Jughead said quietly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her chin trembling.

“While Cutter was doing what he was doing, he had pulled up your picture on my phone and it was laying on the desk and I was sitting there, with so much hate and anger inside me and had they released me, I would have killed someone Betty.  But I kept looking at your beautiful face and I realized that if I let myself fall over that edge, I would lose you and in that moment, I wanted you with me so badly, I just let everything go.  I was ready to die to keep you safe.  I let it all go on the slim chance I might get to be with you again.  Cutter made me face my demons, made me see what I really was, and I just let it go cause I don’t ever want to be that again.  I want you, I want to be with you because I feel complete with you.  I am safe with you.”  Jughead sounded completely hoarse by the time he was done his impassioned  speech and she was sobbing at his words.  He pulled her between his legs and moved her close, hugging her as tight as his painful body could manage.  

“I still don’t know what you saw in me,” he muttered against her hair.  Betty pulled back and smiled.

“Well, you’ve extremely easy on the eyes,” she said with a smile.  He chuckled and brushed her hair back.  “We’ve all had our moments Jughead.  We’ve all thought and said and done horrible things.  Sure, you’ve done more than your share, but everyone deserves a second chance to make things right.”

“What bad things have you thought and done?” he asked, his face indicating that he didn’t think it was possible.

“I once slapped Joan,” she admitted with a smile.  “And once, when I was standing in the kitchen and Paul was leaning into the fridge, I had a moment where I felt like plunging the knife in my hand into his back.”  She said it so calmly that Jughead thought she was kidding.  Her face showed that she wasn’t.

“Well, don’t we make a psychotic pair,” he joked.  She let out a laugh and he gave her a squeeze.  She leaned back and he looked to her like he was going to fall asleep on her.  The vodka shot and pain killers were about to put him out.  She quickly grabbed a gauze bandage and covered the cuts on his abdomen and helped him off the counter.  He was walking ok, if a bit hunched and she helped him to the bed.  He sank down onto the sheets and she covered him with the blanket and his eyes were already closing.

“I love you,” he whispered as he fell asleep.  She brushed his hair back and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.  

“Sleep now, love,” she whispered back.  She went to the chair and picked up his jacket and got angry again, looking at the mess they had made.  It was still intact but looked strange with all the spots where patches had been a slightly different wear pattern than the rest.  She found his gun in a special pocket at the back of the jacket on the inside and his phone in the outside pocket.  There were several frantic texts from Jellybean, wondering where he was and she couldn’t answer because she needed the passcode.  She went over to Jughead and shook him awake.  It took a bit and she quickly asked for him what the code was.

“The day you found me….” He breathed out as he fell asleep again.  That stumped her a bit because she honestly couldn’t remember the date.  She knew it was a Thursday and it was July.  She got it on the second try.  0713 and she smiled.  God, she loved him.  She quickly shot off a text to Jellybean.

This is Betty and he’s with me.  In pretty bad shape.  Maybe come see him tomorrow.

She replied almost instantly and Betty realized she hadn’t been sleeping either and felt bad for not thinking of messaging the woman sooner.

thank God!  We will come in the afternoon!

Betty put the phone away and went into the bathroom to clean up.  When that was done she got into bed and curled up next to Jughead.  She grabbed his arm and tucked it around her and breathed him in.  He was warm and he was safe.  She fell asleep holding his hand.

She woke up a few hours later when she heard him groan in his sleep and saw her arm was resting across his bandage.  She quickly moved it and he let out a breath.

“I’m so sorry Juggie, I didn’t realize,” she whispered and he pulled her close in response.

“As long as you’re still here,” he whispered back.  

“I’m never going anywhere, I promise,” Betty said softly.  He smiled and fell asleep once more.

Signs as Cher Horowitz Quotes
  • Aries: "Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value."
  • Taurus: "Dionne and her boyfriend Murray are in this dramatic relationship. I think they've seen that Ike and Tina Turner movie too many times."
  • Gemini: "So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much. "
  • Cancer: "Ugh, as if!"
  • Leo: "This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us. "
  • Virgo: : "So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."
  • Libra: "He dresses better then I do, what would I bring to the relationship?"
  • Scorpio: "Thank you Josh. I SO need lessons from you on how to be cool. Tell me the part about Kenny G again? "
  • Sagittarius: "What's the point? Everywhere you go has valet."
  • Capricorn: "Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie."
  • Aquarius: "Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum. "
  • Pisces: "I was just totally clueless."

It’s been, well, a couple of life changing months. After the purchase of the bimmer, the truck and my new home, my integra has been in the most stagnant stage since it’s purchase. I finally got around to rearranging some things in the garage with the aid of two 90"x90" five shelf industrial racks to be able to fit the integra in my garage. And money has been a little tight since the home purchase 😬

I’ve taken a break from it all and gone out adventuring for the better half of this year, and it’s been great.

Now it’s back to tearing the integra apart for some needed TLC/upgrade on some parts that’s been sitting on the shelf for way too long.

Somehow in the mix of home purchasing and building this integra for track duty, I managed to buy a tow rig/adventure vehicle (as mentioned above) and an e46 bmw. The truck will have a mild overland/trail build, and the bimmer will be another (rwd) time attack piece. As if I don’t have enough projects right?!!?! 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️ haha, oh wells.

Life is too boring to drive short cars right? Or is it the other way around??


Broken Promises

Originally posted by ceohan

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit

Full credit to the original owner of any pic or gif I use.

A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Mark was cheating on me with a certain Twice member lol. Also, if you catch my Twice reference towards the end then you a real one lol.

Length: 1,569 words

Genre: Angst

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So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, “What about the strain on our resources?” Well it’s like when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin’. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.

Whew. I did a massive cleaning in my room. Threw out a bunch of things, rearranged some furniture and stuff, dusted the violins, washed the walls. It took a good few hours but I’m nearly done. I’m covered in dust but having a clean space does so much for me. My sisters and my mother have said that my room is the most beautifully decorated one in the house- I don’t know if that’s true really, but this is my space. It’s my space exclusively. I give so much and I feel so spent sometimes, but this is my safe space. It’s small and a little too bright, but it’s mine. I’m happy to make it as representative of me as possible.


My house has been a mess for awhile and I’m finally rearranging some things. My grandparents lived in Cairo in the 80s and I’ve inherited so much Egyptian stuff that it’s a shame I’m not kemetic. I’ve got at least 3 brass trays like the first one but all the others are larger, so many wall hangings thst I have no idea how someone has enough walls to hang them on, lots of small decorative things, a lamp with a brass shade that my grandfather made out of a giant kettle, an inlaid chest of drawers with a mirror attached, and a big chest covered in inlaid wood. My house sometimes feels like half museum and half punk house with piles of books and records everywhere, boxes of broken typewriters stacked up, and every corner seems to have at least one busted synth or guitar. I have a weird life.

Context: A friend of mine started a Pathfinder game for the RP guild at our school, but everyone who ended up joining had never played Pathfinder before, and for two of the players this was their very first game at all. I had a very stressful schedule that semester, but agreed to rearrange some things so I could join the game as an experienced player. I asked the DM if I could play a lawful evil drow-blooded gunslinger, but even though he didn’t like the idea he said I could if the rest of the party agreed (probably assuming the rest of the party, consisting of an alchemist, a druid, and a cleric, would say no). They said yes. Over the next couple weeks the DM and I had a falling out, but I still went to the games. The sessions became our ground for cold war. One week, the party was hired to prove a client was not responsible for a series of murders. By midway through the session, we went to an alchemy shop and met its very suspicious owner and her husband, Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any evidence. During the day.

Me: Let’s come back tonight and break in.

Alchemist: Why? We don’t have any evidence.

Me: I work for the mob. I know a bad guy when I see one.

Druid: But isn’t the mob trying to kill you because you got the boss’ son arrested?

Me: Why are you questioning me? We were hired to prove the innocence of these… good… innocent… people. And to do that we need to break into an alchemy shop. *to the alchemist* Aren’t you running low on supplies? We could just run and get them. For very cheap.

Alchemist: We can’t break in.

Me: Wait, you’re right. Does anyone have thieves’ tools? (The alchemist does.) Now we can break in.

Alchemist: We can’t.

Me (OOC): Okay, so when everyone is asleep, I steal her thieves’ tool and break in to the alchemy shop… with my gun drawn.

I make all the necessary rolls, mostly because the rest of the party happens to roll poorly. I proceed to break into the alchemy shop and discover a secret basement, where I find the shop owner and hold her at gunpoint. Unfortunately, she has goons, and it takes a while for the rest of the party to catch up with me. The cleric is almost immediately knocked out, and there are a few rounds of grueling battle without a healer. Eventually I get fed up with the onslaught of mooks, and decide to try to intimidate them by shooting one of them in the groin. I miss the first time, but the second time I shoot a guy’s dick clean off, and the rest go running. We then encounter the shop owner’s husband, but my gunslinger simply sneaks around while everyone is talking and knocks him out cold. I then leave the shop owner and her husband with the rest of the party and go around the basement, lifting loot and collecting evidence so we can finally get paid. After successfully ransacking the place, I find a secret door that leads to a cell where half a dozen NPCs are being kept.

DM: Yeah, so… you weren’t actually supposed to go to the shop then. Those NPCs were supposed to have been other murder victims for later… But you saved them! … You (me) are immediately declared the town’s hero.

Me (OOC): What. Do not do this. Guys, stop him.

The party does not stop him. In character, they tell the police that I was the one who suggested we investigate the alchemy shop.

DM: The police come and commend you for your brave acts of heroism for saving the town and uncovering a drug and slave smuggling ring.

Me (OOC): NO.

DM: It’s early morning when you exit the shop, but there is already a crowd in the streets. The dwarves you rescued begin loudly spreading tales of your cunning and valor. People begin singing. The dwarves tell you that they plan on making a statue of you to place in the town square.

Me (OOC): Do not Jaynestown me.

DM: *smiles*