she looked ashamed all on her own

Cure (4)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head. 

Oh, and things get sexy. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.

But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen. 

A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.

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Touken Fluff

Summary: just a short fic with a prompt generously given by @captainhunterman about an insecure pregnant Touka with Ken reassuring her. Nothing really exciting or great, but I’ve got nothing else haha. Hope you enjoy anyway…

Touka’s face scrunched up, her frown deepening as she turned her swelled body in front of the mirror in front of her. She wore only her pajama bottoms and her maternity bra, her hand softly stroking the curve of her now large stomach, feeling the long lines of stretch marks underneath her light touch. With an agitated snarl, she plopped down onto her bed and grabbed kaneki’s shirt from the floor, pulling it on with an angry tug.

Harsh insults swirled in her tired mind, insults she’d usually direct towards others now jabbing at her constantly about her new heavily pregnant look. Payback is a bitch, as nishiki might say. It got to the point where she’d even avoid kaneki at times until she changed into a more baggy shirt to try to hide her now unattractive figure. She knew already that he would never call her such a thing like ‘unattractive,’ but she couldn’t help but feel repulsed at her own image whenever she passed her own reflection.

In a way, she wanted to show off her pregnant stomach, to let everyone know that inside was her and kaneki’s baby that would soon be born into this world. She wanted nothing more than to look down to the chubby face of their child they already loved so much, to shower it with endless affection and joy as they both raised their child side by side. Even so, she didn’t expect that she’d get so fat.

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You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 4

Title: You’re Not A Winchester

Author: theimpalaiscrying

sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester

Words: 2, 189

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bit o’ blood, implied depression, siblings (mine triggers me all the time idk ‘bout you).

A/N: Oh poop guys. 

Originally posted by spn-spam

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Escape: the Bree years

Claire looked up sharply as the knock sounded.  Who could have gotten in the street door without a key?  She set aside the diaper bag she was packing and went to check the peephole.  Alec. The only other person with a key.  She threw open the door.

“What’s wrong?  Is it Jamie?”

“Nothing wrong, ma’am.  ‘Tis raining.  I’m here to take ye to the Distillery for yer lunch with Mrs. Murray.”

Claire was confused.  “Lunch isn’t for another two hours.”

“Aye.  But I ken yer morning walks.  Didna want ye to try walking in the rain with the bairn.  Wanted to catch ye before ye left.”

Claire studied the old man carefully.  His ever present knit cap covered his head, and his hands were buried deep in his jacket pockets.  He stared at her steadily. 

“You know about my walks?  How?”  

Alec sniffed, and rocked back on his heels silently.  His face betrayed nothing. 

Claire waved him in, shutting the door behind him.  Knowing Alec he probably followed her.  Also, knowing Alec he would never admit it.  He’d been her silent guardian since her medical school days.  “Sit, I’ll get you a coffee.”

He sat on the chesterfield sipping the hot brew, and watching three month old Brianna playing on the floor.  Eventually, he slid down off the cushions, and sat with her.  In no time he was shaking rattles, and keeping her entertained. Since she wasn’t going to be able to leave, Claire buzzed about the flat while Bree was being looked after getting the kitchen tidy, folding a load of laundry, and actually cleaned a bit.  However, she was suspicious of Alec.  Did Jamie send him?  Or Jenny?  It’s not like she was going to walk the whole way.  She had planned to take the tram for part of the way.  She had a cover for the stroller, so Bree would have been fine. She couldn’t stand being cooped up, and her daily walks made her feel so much better.  Without them she felt caged, pigeon-holed, stifled.  The walks kept her mind clear, and she felt she could think better.  Now it seemed Alec was here to take that away from her, and while she knew it was ridiculous, she couldn’t control the angry feeling it stirred.

When the elevator doors at Fraser Distillery opened, Jamie was right there.  A huge smile graced his wide, generous mouth.  Bree cooed at the sight of her Da.  

As Claire stepped out Jamie scooped his daughter from her arms.  He peppered her face with kisses, and delighted in her giggles.  He cradled her against his chest, while Bree’s little fingers grabbed at the collar of his shirt, opening and closing, her tiny fingertips brushing along his strong neck.  

Finally, Jamie turned his attention to Claire, giving her a quick kiss.  “Hi.”

Bree first.  Always Bree first.   Claire checked her thoughts.  

“Hello.  How’s your day?”

“Better now that my two best girls are here.”  Jamie turned and walked toward his office.  Claire felt like a pack mule carrying her purse, and the diaper bag as she trailed behind her husband.  She said hello to Willie, who stood to give her a quick hug. They talked for a moment, and Claire realized how good it was to see him again.  She had missed seeing him and Niamh.  

Jamie was standing impatiently beside his desk waiting for her, and grinning like a fool.  Claire saw the object of his delight right away.

“What’s this?”  She was surprised to see a travel cot tucked into the corner of his office.  A blanket, teddy bear and some soft toys were inside.  He’d never told her he had one.  She set down the bags to investigate further.

“For Bree.  Any time ye want to come to the office, she’ll be comfortable.  This doesna have to be yer first lunch visit now.”  Claire was touched.  She hadn’t expected this at all.  Yet at the same time it felt like a criticism.  Like she should have made more of an effort to visit.  

Jamie leaned down and pulled the teddy bear out of the cot.  He rubbed the softness against his daughter’s cheek and laughed as she leaned into the stuffy. “We’ll be fine here.  Go on to Jenny’s office.  Enjoy yer lunch.”  

“You want me to leave Bree here?  I can’t Jamie.  She’ll get hungry.”  

Jamie’s smile faltered for a brief second but he recovered quickly.  “Feed her now then, and I’ll see her down for a nap.”  

“I can’t very well -” she gestured toward the outer office at Willie. 

Jamie stepped around her, shut the door and pulled the strings on the blinds. Blinds that had never been there before.  

Just like that, she had her privacy and no more excuses.

Claire and Jenny sat at a table by the window.  The rain had stopped momentarily but the steel gray sky would not yield to the sun.  It was destined to be another overcast day.  At first Claire wanted to have food brought in because she didn’t want to stray too far from Bree.  Then Jamie had texted her a picture of their daughter sleeping peacefully in her little cot, and Jenny had pounced. They’d have a good two hours.  Bree always took her longest nap in the afternoon.  

Jenny ordered their drinks, and when the crisp white wine was delivered she raised her glass and toasted her sister-in-law.  Jenny spoke of how proud she was of Claire as a mother, how beautiful Brianna was, and how happy she was to have another woman in the family who had the same colouring as Ellen.  It made Claire tear up.

It wasn’t too long before Jenny turned the conversation to Claire, and how she was feeling.

“I’m good,” Claire said around a mouthful of bread.

“No blues, no funny moods?” Jenny narrowed her eyes daring Claire to fake her way through this one.  

Claire wiped her mouth, the bread feeling thick in her throat.  Dare she admit it? She dropped her head to try and gather her thoughts but in the end, she didn’t need to.  Jenny reached across the table and ran a hand down her arm.  

“Claire.”  Jenny’s voice was comforting, but firm.  “Did I ever tell ye the story about Maggie?  It was right after I’d had Kitty.  I came home one day, I canna even remember where I was.  Anyway, in I walk and Wee Jamie runs over to me to say hello, wee Maggie is in her high chair, and gets so excited she gasps. Next thing I know, her eyes are huge, her face is getting red, and she’s clearly having trouble breathing. Meanwhile, Ian is blathering on, not paying the least bit of attention. I remember dropping whatever I’d had in my hands, and trying to get around him to get to Maggie.  Wee Jamie was clamoring to be picked up and Ian was just in the way.  

Next thing I know, Mrs. Crook pulls Maggie from the chair, holds her upside down by the ankle, and whacks her on the back. This thing, this small red thing, comes flying out of her mouth and is skitterin’ across the kitchen floor.  When I finally get around the boys to pick it up, it’s a piece of hard candy.”

Jenny threw her hands in the air in a ‘what the hell?’ kind of gesture.  

“Ian Brainless Murray gave our bairns hard candy.  Honestly, Claire, it was all I could do not to rip off his prothesis and beat him ‘round the head with it.” Jenny’s eyes were bright with the memory, her cheeks flushed as her fear revisited her.

“I was so scared.  I couldna forgive him.  All I could think of was how useless he was.  From that point on I was worrit about everything.  Every time I thought about it, I’d have a panic attack.  I kept planning my kids’ funerals in my head.  I wouldna leave him alone with the children.  I didna trust him.  It was terrible.”  

“How did you get out of it?” Claire asked earnestly. 

“I threatened to divorce Ian.  Said if he couldna care to keep the bairns safe, he could leave.  God, what a row.  Ian said things about me being a control freak, and I said he didna have the sense God gave a fly.  Worst fight we’d ever had.” Jenny shook her head, remembering.  “It was after that outburst that Mrs. Crook sat me down and talked to me.  She thought perhaps I had a ‘touch of the blues,’” Jenny made quotation marks with her fingers.  

“She noted all my feelings from inadequacy to anxiety.  She let me say horrible things about Ian. Never tried to correct me, just let me talk.  She promised me that the feelings would pass, but if I still felt the same way in six months time she’d move Mr. Murray out herself.  Then, she called my doctor, and made me an appointment.  She was right.  Six months later things were so much better.”

Claire stared at Jenny.  Competent, organized, strong Janet Fraser Murray once felt like Claire did now.  

“I thought it was just me.  I thought the anxiety was because,” Claire paused, swallowed, and tried again.  “Because of Faith.  That I was just afraid it would happen again.  I feel crazy.”

“Yer no’ crazy.  As a doctor ye ken this is normal.  Many, many women feel this way after a baby.”  Jenny held up her hand and started ticking reasons off on her fingers, “Ye canna sleep because yer afraid of not hearing the bairn cry.  Ye have a routine during the day, just the two of ye and then the Da comes home and winds the baby up, or just brushes off the schedule ye’ve worked so hard to establish.  I got so sick of Ian being the ‘fun parent’ while I had to be the harsh one to insist on a steady bedtime or what they were allowed to eat, and when.”  

Claire nodded.  She reached across the table, and gripped Jenny’s hand.  “Can I tell you something else?  Sometimes Jamie comes home, and it’s like I’m invisible.  He walks in the door and it’s all about Bree.  It’s like I’m not even there!  All day I’ve been up to my ears in nappies and feedings and chores and I look forward to seeing him, but he’s just focused on the baby.”  

Claire looked at Jenny, her embarrassment hot on her face.  “I’m ashamed to admit I’m jealous of my own child.”

“It’s strange.  Fatherhood, I mean,” Jenny patted Claire’s hand, then leaned back in her chair.  “They really have no place until the bairn is born.  They canna do a thing while we’re pregnant, and then there’s nothing they can do while we’re in labour but wait and try to offer moral support. Then, when the bairn is finally born they can hold it, but they canna feed it.  There’s always something they canna do.  Except maybe talk to them.  They can say whatever they want, secretly and quietly without us being any the wiser.  It’s their turn then, to have something just between them and the bairn.  They can share their hopes and dreams, what might be, what might never be.”  Jenny’s smile begged Claire to be sympathetic.  

“Imagine feeling useless for nine months, and then still feeling useless for a few more.  It’s hard for them to find their place.  But around Bree’s age when the bairn is smiling, and cooing and laughing, they can finally bond.  And they’re starving for it.”  

Jenny waited while that sunk into Claire’s head.  She watched as Claire’s glass face came to grips with all they had talked about.   

The food finally arrived, and Jenny took the chance to move on to her other topic.  

“Do ye miss the hospital, Claire?” Jenny asked.

“Yes.  I do.  Some days more than others.” Claire smiled briefly.  “But I’m worried about going back.  I’m worried about what to do with Bree.”

“Have ye discussed it? With Jamie?”  

“No.  I can tell by his voice he won’t consider a day nursery.  But I don’t know what else we can do?  There’s one at the hospital.  Lots of doctors use it.” Claire didn’t sound convincing, even to herself.

“Perhaps ye can find yer own Mrs. Crook?”  This was the delicate part of the lunch that Jenny had been dreading.  She’d need her managing skills for this.  

Brazenly, Whisky coloured eyes met Coffee coloured eyes.  “Jamie mentioned that a couple of months ago.  Said the idea came from you.  At the time I thought you could shove it up your ass.  I took it as a personal slight.”  

Jenny laughed.  “Ye wouldna be the first to tell me what to do with my ideas!” 

The tension defused, Jenny continued, “I love ye like a sister, Claire.  And I ken what yer going through.  So, if I may be so bold, let’s make an appointment with yer doctor, and then let’s talk about how we can get Bree the best nanny we can.  Because at the end of the day, Claire, it’s no’ about you not being good enough.  It’s about finding someone who’s good enough for yer family.”    

Claire’s mouth trembled with relief.  The tears that were always close to the surface spilled over.

“And Jamie?” she whispered.  “What do I do about Jamie?”

That’s My Boy! (Harry Potter Imagine)

Request: hi could i possibly get a harry potter imagine (james & lily are alive in this) where they’re dating (no more awkward harry) and are making out somewhere and people find out and they tease them? If u cant it’s fine. Thank you!

Quick note… This is my first imagine on Tumblr for the Harry Potter Fandom.. So… um… please don’t like hate it… Okay? Okay. Let’s get the show on the road…

Also… Side note: Since Lily and James are alive, I assume that the timeline of the story would be different. Basically, what I’m going to say is that this is an AU. So yeah… 

Requests are Open (bear with me on them though)

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Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures

Knowing Harry Potter… Oh that was definitely something. A new surprise nearly every day… Dating Harry Potter? That was the biggest and best, in your opinion, surprise. 

Hermione and you were chatting, awaiting the two boys, before you all headed to Hogsmeade, “Ron’s so stupid.” You agreed. Hermione had been leaving hints all summer that she fancied Ron, but the boy was too oblivious. 

“And now he’s snogging Lavender Brown. Can you believe that?” Herminoe ranted even further then letting out an irritated growl. 

You felt two arms snake around your waist and turned to meet your boyfriend’s green eyes then smiling. You turned to give Hermione an apologetic look and she nodded, understandingly. She was, after all, the person who set you both up. 

In fourth year when Draco Malfoy someone put in Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, you were completely worried especially since they made him participate in the events. When the Yule Ball rolled around, Harry meant to ask you to accompany him, seeing as he’s fancied you ever since first year, but was “too shy” to do so. So when the two of you were flirting at breakfast, she lost it and yelled “Will you two just bloody be together?!” 

“Where’s Ronald?” Hermione questioned, obviously upset. Before Harry could say that he was with Lavender, Hermione had already stormed off, cursing at the Weasley. “That’s so like him! Now I’m stuck being an unwelcome third wheel to Hogwarts’s steamiest couple.”

“Steamy? I don’t think we’re like that.” Harry stated, pulling you to what was supposed to be a peck but led to a more heated kiss. 

She coughed and the two of you pulled apart. “Okay, just a little bit steamy.” You agreed, giving your friend another apologetic look. 

Then there was laughter from behind the three of you. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, and Neville stood there with Professor McGonagall along with more people who were unrecognizable to you. 

“A little bit steamy, (Y/N)?” Ginny smirked. 

Yeah right, Seamus added, “it’s not like snow is melting around the two of you.” And sure enough, when the both of you looked down, snow was beginning to melt. 

You felt your cheeks heat up as you saw Professor McGonagall attempting to not laugh. In result, you tried to hide by burying your face in the crook of Harry’s neck. He chuckled at your actions. “Sod off, mate.” Harry laughed. “Don’t be jealous that you don’t have anyone to kiss under the mistletoe this winter.” 

“It’s not like the two of you kiss only under a mistletoe. You’re practically sucking face any chance you get. I’d give you both detention, but you’ll end up making out in the class.” Professor McGonagall stated, the whole crowd laughing. 

“Just like my parents, I reckon?” Harry remarked.

Before she could answer him, you mumbled, “Harry. Shut up.” 


The next morning, the teasing was still never ending. “Why don’t you all mess with Ron and Lavender?” You suggested. 

“They don’t mind it. They aren’t ashamed. The two of you make out all the time but yet get all flustered when people point it out.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so bloody embarrassed about it and just own the fact that you both enjoy public displays of affection.” 

Harry gave you a smug smirk and pulled you closer to him. You gave him a warning look before the two of you leaned in. Before the your lips could even touch, an owl dropped a blazing red envelope that slid right in between the two of you. 

You both gave each other a look before looking down horrifically at the howler. It seemed as if the whole hall became silent, the teachers, themselves, stilling. “Open it.” Ron encouraged. 

Harry picked up the letter and prayed that his mother hadn’t heard the news and that this was for something completely different. 

He opened the howler and the red envelope was brought to life. He immediately recognized his father’s voice, “Harry James Potter! Your mother and I do not… Lily, I can’t be mad if you’re going to burst out-” His mother’s laughter rang throughout the hall, very uncharacteristically of her. “laughing… Anyways son, don’t be stupid with your actions. (Y/N) is a lovely girl! Keep her and treat her right, son.” 

As his mother’s laughter began to die down, she said, “Next time, don’t do it so publicly. Alright, love?” 

James’s voice rang out again, “Lils! Our son is all grown up! I’m so proud! That’s My Boy!

by the amazing @baasama for the tinder au 

“well aren’t you two just precious,” tenten teases. she submits her own comment on sakura’s instragram photo and laughs at the way sakura tries to contain her smile. “looks like you found your tinder boy.”

“he’s not my tinder boy.”

“he’s a little bit your tinder boy.”

sakura rolls her eyes and is glad she kept to herself the fact that she more of less found sasuke online within about a day of him not liking her back. he was the guy she had super-liked on tinder last week. was she a little bit crazy? maybe. was she ashamed? also maybe. 

her search was difficult since virtually all of his social media accounts had no posts therefore nothing to work with, but sakura was able to find his main group of friends and so she stalked him through the one named naruto uzumaki. 

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When Mike came home after school, it was clear to him that something was off. It was really silent, only she sound of dishes colliding could be heard from the kitchen. He took his sneakers off and swung the backpack over his arm, heading towards the sounds.

‘Hi mom. ’ he kissed her on the cheek and opened the fridge. His stomach (and still growing lanky body) demanded food.

’ Hi. ’ his mother repiled shortly, washing a plate as if it did something to her. ’ Dinner will be ready soon. Don’t stuff yourself with this. ’

He stopped chewing on a slice of ham and swallowed.

'Is everything alright?’

Karen sighed and put down the plate.

'Your sister got in a fight at school. ’

Mike nearly choked on a food.

'Holly? You sure we are talking about Holly?’

'Yes, Michael, I am talking about Holly. ’

'How… What… When?’

'I don’t know everything. She didn’t say a word since I picked her up from school, when the principal called. All I know is that she attacked this boy, Tommy Harper. He has a broken nose and one of his teeth is moving, I guess. ’

Mike snorted, as he imagined his 7 years old baby sister, with angel-like appearance, soft voice and love for dresses, breaking noses.

'It’s not funny Michael! ’ his mother scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

'Yeah, sorry, you’re right. Is she in her room?’

'Yeah, she locked herself there as soon as we got home. ’ Karen sighed again an shook her head.

'Okey mom, how about I go and try to talk to her, and you don’t worry? ’

She nodded.

'Will she talk to you?’

'She will. ’

He went upstairs, dropping his backpack on his bed, and then he headed to Holly’s room, the one she inherited from Nancy, when their oldest sister left for college.

'Holls?’ he knocked on the door. 'It’s Mike. Can you open the door?’

'Go away. ’ she murmured from the other side. He furrowed his brows. She sounded like she was crying.

'Holly, c'mon. I get it that you don’t wanna talk to mom, but I won’t lecture you, you know it. And if you’ll open the door, I will convince mom to let me take you to the cinema on Saturday, okay? ’

A moment of silence.

'Will El go with us? ’ it sounded like she was standing in front of the door now.

’ I’d have to ask her, but I’m pretty sure she will. ’

The lock clicked and the door opened slightly. Her cheeks were wet from tears and her blue eyes stared up at him miserably. He crouched in front of her and she opened the door more and wrapped her skinny arms around his neck, sniffling.

'Hey, Holls. It’s alright.’ he hugged her. 'C'mon kid, its okay. ’ he stood up, swinging her a little so her hanging legs swung to the sides. She was getting heavier, but was still rather light. She giggled a little, gripping his neck tighter.

'Okay, enough strangling me, I’d like to live a bit longer. ’ he joked as they sat on she window sill. She let go of him and leaned her head against his arm, still sniffling. 'You wanna tell me what happened?’

She shook her head hesistantly.

'Holls, you know I won’t laugh, or be mad or something, right?’

'He was being mean. ’ she admitted. 'First he insulted this girl at our class. In front of everyone. I mean she is… not skinny, but it’s not a reason to laugh at her. She was really upset. ’

'And you punched him?’

She shook her head.

'I just told him to stop and that he should get his head out off his butt for once. ’

Mike lifted his eyebrows.

'Where did you hear that?’

'Max. ’ she said innocently.

'Right, should’ve guessed. So you told him that, and?’

'Then he said that… ’ she hesistated. 'That he heard my brother likes to defend such losers too. And he told me to shut up and mind my own business before I turn into a pathetic waste of space like you. ’ her eyes watered up again, and she pulled her knees to her chest.

Mike blinked and looked down.

'Oh. ’

It was one of this moments when he should care but cared a lot. He knew those were the words of some kid that he shouldn’t mind at all, but they did touch his sore spot. All he ever wanted was for his family and friends to be proud of him, never to be ashamed of being associated with him. But at moments like this he felt like he was a royal screw up.

'So I told him that I maybe want to be like you, and some jerk of a mouthbreather won’t stop me… and I punched him. Hard. ’ she kept her eyes on the floor, so she didn’t see the amusement and pride lighting up his face.

'You spend way too much time with Max, Eleven and Nancy, you know that?’

'Is that bad? ’ she looked up at him.

'Nah. Not at all. ’ he hugged her again, kissing her hair.

'Ew, Mike. Go kiss El. ’ she pushed him away but smiled at him, her eyes still moisty.

'I sure will. But for now about I go downstairs and talk to mum, and then I’ll help you with your homework? And when El comes over we can watch something together. ’

She nodded as he stood up, ruffling her hair affectionately and smirking.


I suddenly felt like writing some sibling fic with Holly and Mike, bc let’s agree that Mike would grow up to be the most loyal and kind older brother ever, and Holly would totally be a bit rebellious with all the influence she would get. Also Mike here is kinda inspired by my own older brother who is actually the best and was always there for me and I love him a lot


Jughead ripped through red lights faster than even the most lenient traffic laws allowed, something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and he felt his chest getting tighter the closer Pops came into his view.

The cause of his absolute panic? That would be The text message from Archie currently open on his cellphone, thrown lazily on the passenger seat of Fred’s oldest Pick up truck.

“I’m at Pops with Veronica, she’s a mess. It’s Betty. She’s gone.”

Gone? Gone where? What did that mean? Why wasn’t she answering her phone? And why the hell didn’t he walk her home from school today?!

Betty and Jughead had gotten into an argument earlier that day, an angry, heated, vicious argument, each of their insecurities bubbling up to the surface as they spewed nasty words and said things they were sure to regret. Jughead had skipped walking her home after school, sending Veronica instead. Betty was tense and distant from the morning all the way up to their blowout, when he asked her about her behavior she brushed him off, maybe he should have kept his cool but he hated that she was keeping things from him, needless to say the fight didn’t end well and he had gone off on his own, leaving Betty standing alone, crying in the blue and gold office.

Pulling crookedly into a parking spot in front of Pop Tate’s, Jughead jumped out of the car and ran into the restaurant spotting Veronica crying as Archie had an arm around her consoling her, he practically hopped over the booth
“Where is she? What happened?” He demanded, eyeing the raven haired mess.

Veronica sniffled
“I tried to stop her. I did everything I could, she just lost it. She wouldn’t stop crying, she just kept saying “I’m crazy too, I’m just like Polly”. She was ripping her hands open.. she’s got these scars.. Jughead I did everything I could.“ She whispered through a sob as Archie wrapped her in his arms.

"Where is she?! What do you mean "gone” gone where?! You have to tell me more, I don’t understand” he shouted frustrated, his hands slamming on the table.

Archie could sense his friends mood shifting and spoke in low hushed tones

“Ronnie said she’s having herself admitted, something about the same place as Polly. Dude.. polly.. Polly tried to kill herself last night, Betty found her downing pills in the bathroom, Betty thinks she’s crazy just like Polly she doesn’t want to get worse.” Archie cleared his throat, his brown eyes rimmed with unshed tears, sometimes Jughead forgot that Archie was Betty’s true best friend, he had been there before Veronica, before Kevin, even before Jughead.

“I’ve gotta stop her.” Jughead whispered “I’ve gotta stop her before it’s too late, those people at the Institution? They’ll ruin her. she’s not crazy. You know she’s not crazy.” He looked desperately to his friends who were all nodding

“She’s not crazy, she’s just hurting. She’s overwhelmed, she needs support not a nuthouse” Veronica sniffled

Jughead nodded to his friends as he rose from the booth.

“I’m not letting her drown, not without me.” He declared before running off to the truck and speeding off to Betty’s.

As he raced the streets of Riverdale, time seemed to be nothing but an illusion, he was in front of Betty’s house and slamming on her front door before he even knew he had turned on the ignition.

Alice Cooper opened the door and caught sight of Jughead, her red rimmed eyes and frazzled hair stuck out painfully as she visibly relaxed at the sight of Jughead. She knew her daughters boyfriend was the only one who could talk some sense into her broken daughter.

“Thankgod.” She mumbled “upstairs Jughead” she moved aside, watching him sprint up the stairs “our fair Romeo, off to save Princess Juliet” she whispered, the first hint of a smile she had seen in days resting on her face.

Jughead felt his muscles tighten, as he stood before her door. What was he supposed to say? I’m sorry for not being there? I’m sorry I left you like that? I sorry I couldn’t see that you were hurting, that you needed me?

His anxiety ridden thoughts were quickly cut short as Betty’s bedroom door ripped open revealing the beautiful blonde. Betty’s cheeks were covered in smudges of blood, he assumed from wiping her tears with bloody hands, her ponytail was half down, strands sticking to her damp face, the buttoned blouse she wore was missing a button and her hands were shaking, but god damnit if she still wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bets.” He whispered

At the sound of his voice, something shifted in Betty’s eyes as she fell against her boyfriend in a pile of chest aching sobs, her hands running all over him almost to ensure that he was real, he knew she was getting blood on his cheeks but that was okay, it was a part of her, a vulnerable, open, heartbreaking piece of his perfectly imperfect girlfriend.

After about thirty minutes of holding her as she wept, her breathing finally slowed and she looked up at him exhausted, her fingers moving to wipe at the blood she had left on his cheek, before flipping her own palm to stare ashamed at what she had done. Jughead shook his head and whispered “no” before bringing her open palm up to his lips and kissing her scars gently.

He heard Betty sigh as she leaned against his shoulder, he had to tell her, he needed her to know, there was so much he could say to her but he settled for

“We’re all crazy”

Those same words he had uttered almost four months ago, relaxing when he felt her smile into his shoulder

“I know.” She whispered

dine and dash (stefan salvatore au ft klaus mikaelson, part xi)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for three years while in high school. You both thought your relationship would last, but college managed got in the way. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Massachusetts and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. While you were gone, things changed between you and a certain original, but you hadn’t yet let go of Stefan. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s time for a reunion.

Pairing: Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Klaus x Reader, Stefan x Reader (mentioned), Stefan x Ivy

Warnings: language maybe? strong feelings

A/N: OKAY SO I KNOW I SAID I MIGHT MAKE THIS 13 PARTS, BUT I LOVE THIS ENDING AND WOULD LIKE TO KEEP IT THIS WAY. I know we haven’t gotten to the wedding festivities or anything yet, and I know I said I’d like to write about that, but I don’t know. this feels right. of course, the final say is up to you babes. pls read this and let me know what you think! (no gifs are mine!)

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“Alright,” you take a deep breath, calming yourself as you speak. “I want to apologize. I led you on for years, kept Stefan in my heart when I should have let go. You’re right, and it was foolish of me. I’m sorry, Niklaus.”

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, one hand reaching down and grabbing both of yours. “Look, that’s all in the past. You needed closure, and I should have been more understanding. I’d never been loved the way that you loved Stefan, I’d never experienced that love myself. At least not until I realized the depth of my feelings for you. Then I got it.”

“Nik,” you whisper his name apologetically, looking over at him and noticing a small smile on his face.

“I’m not done yet, love,” he whispers right back, pulling into the hotel parking lot. “I just want to say that you’re forgiven. I understand, I do. Now it’s my turn to apologize,” he slides the car into a spot and turns off the engine, sighing as his eyes meet yours. “I apologize for not telling you how I felt sooner. I apologize for saying the horrible things I said earlier today. I apologize for bringing Valerie into this whole mess. After everything we’ve been through, I can’t seem to shake you off. There’s not a single time that I’m not thinking of you. And listen, I know there’s no way that I can wipe away all the negative things that I’ve done, but I would like to try. If you’d let me, of course.”

“Klaus, I’d–” he places two fingers over your lips, not allowing you to answer right away. He just poured his heart out to you, he loved the pleasantly surprised look in your eyes and he didn’t want to forget that any time soon.

“I want you to take some time and think it over, please,” he whispers, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Come on, let’s go inside and see what havoc they’ve wreaked.”

“Caroline,” Bonnie whines and stomps her foot as Caroline makes sure everyone is in their designated rooms. “Caroline! Are you sure we–?”

“Bonnie you and Kol cannot sleep together the night before the wedding! You two have to stay in separate rooms, no argument,” Caroline raises her brows at Bonnie, daring her to do the opposite of what she asked.

“But the wedding isn’t for another week! Are you seriously planning on keeping us apart for a whole week before the wedding?” Bonnie gives Caroline puppy eyes and Caroline bites her bottom lip.

“Bon, I don’t know. I have to consult with Y/N, and then I can–”

“I heard my name,” you and Klaus walk over to the two girls, a few bags in each of your hands. “What’s up?”

“Well, Bonnie wants to sleep in the same room as Kol until the night before. I said I’d have to consult with you before giving her an answer.”

“Before I let you know my take, I have one question: where the hell is the maid of honor?” You scoff, looking around for Elena. “We’re making all the tough choices and she is–”

“She’s on the phone with the DJ, yelling his ear off. She also just got off the phone with the priest,” Caroline shrugs and you both make a face.

“You know what? She can keep doing that. Now, I think Bonnie staying in the same room as Kol is a good idea, at least until the night before the wedding. Then she has to stay in her room. What do you think Care?”

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“I think that’s a great idea. While she’s with Kol, you can sleep in her room since y’know, um,” Caroline clears her throat and looks away from Klaus.

“Right, Valerie,” you whisper, shaking your head as you think of the conversation you and Klaus just had in the car. “Well–”

“Actually she’s gone. She left,” Klaus speaks up and you all look at him, surprised and confused and relieved all at once.

“What do you mean she’s gone? Where did she go?” You furrow your brows at him and he looks down, slightly ashamed to own up to his failed tricks.

“She went back home, to Paris. She only accompanied me to help me explain myself to you,” Klaus shakes his head, slowly looking up at you. “She’s got a husband back home, some well-endowed French architect. They’re our allies and she offered to help me. She thought that if I finally admitted my feelings to you, I’d be less prone to committing massacres.”

“I bet she didn’t expect my newly found bloodthirst, huh?” You chuckle, taking in Klaus’s nervous appearance. “Either way, I’m spending the week in Bonnie’s suite. It’s bigger.”

“And bigger is better,” Caroline mutters under her breath causing Klaus to turn a bright red as you and Bonnie laugh uncontrollably.

“Right, well I’m just gonna, yeah I’m,” Klaus clears his throat, dropping the bags and slowly walking away from you three.

“I’m gonna take the bags to their owners, you two gonna be okay here?” You pick up the bags Klaus left behind and lift them along with yours, cracking your neck as Bonnie and Caroline nod.

“We’ll be okay. You be careful!”

“Will do, Care!” You call out and drop all the bags in their designated rooms. The last bag belonged to Stefan. You approach his room with a small smile on your face, the smile falling as soon as you hear the yelling. Stefan must’ve told her about what happened this morning.

“You kissed her, Stefan! Who’s to say you won’t do that again, huh? Who’s to say–?”

Me! I say that I won’t do that again. Ivy, please,” you hear Stefan’s pleads as you stand right outside the door. You hear how much it pains him to even think of losing her.

“You said you didn’t care for her, Stefan. That’s clearly a lie. This entire time, all you’ve done is follow her around like a lost puppy,” Ivy’s full out sobbing at this point, this morning’s actions taking more a toll on her than you thought possible. “I love you, Stefan. I can’t be with you if you don’t love me, too.”

“But I do love you, Ivy. I love you so much,” Stefan’s voice is coming out in choked whispers as you hear footsteps approach the door. “Please don’t leave.”

“Stefan, I–” You knock on the door and interrupt Ivy, unable to take any more of Stefan’s pain.

“Guys? It’s me, Y/N,” you whisper, secretly hoping they wouldn’t open the door. “Look, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I know you hate me, Ivy. I get it. I kissed Stefan and I shouldn’t have. He’s not with me. I didn’t take your feelings, or his, into consideration when I kissed him. But I swear to you that’s all that happened. The only reason I did it was to get some closure. Our breakup happened so quick; I spent the past four years thinking about what could have been, pining over unresolved feelings. I came here and saw him with you, smiling bigger than I’d ever seen. He loves you. I just wanted the closure that he seemed to have found. I’m sorry, Ivy. I swear that this is my fault. Stefan and I care for each other, but it’s just platonic. I promise. Besides,” you chuckle, wiping away a silent tear. “I almost killed his brother, so you have nothing to worry about.”

You hear a couple soft chuckles behind the door, a few quiet apologies and declarations of love before the door is opened.

“Here you go,” you whisper and hand the bag to Ivy, your eyes meeting Stefan’s grateful ones as you smile at the couple. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“I still hate you,” Ivy whispers and you laugh.

“Understood,” you nod and turn away, the door shutting behind you just as it had all those years ago. But this time you got your closure. This time you had something else to look forward to.

The Other End of the Hall

“Guys,” Damon walks into Caroline’s room, desperate to tell his friends about what he’d just witnessed across the hall… only no one’s paying attention. “Guys?

Damon’s greeting goes unnoticed yet again as the girls’ voice gets louder, now joined by Enzo’s take on the centerpieces and Kol’s question about chicken tenders.

“Will everyone shut up?!” Damon’s voice grows a few octaves as the gang quiets down and looks at him. “Ladies, we have this week planned to a T. Caroline, you made sure of that. Bonnie, this is your wedding. None of us are gonna let anything go wrong. Elena, babe please. We need you to be the sane one right now. Kol, no chicken tenders at the wedding. Although I may be able to sneak a few into the reception for you? And Enzo, it’s too late to change any details about the centerpieces. Caroline and Y/N will have your head on a platter as the main centerpiece. Speaking of Y/N–”

“Oh come on, mate!” Enzo yells and everyone joins him, completely ignoring Damon’s previous comments. The yelling is louder than before and it’s now accompanied by obscene hand gestures. So Damon does the only thing he thinks will get everyone’s attention: he gets on top of a table and cups his hands to the sides of his mouth to form an impromptu megaphone.



The Beach

It’s a full moon, the light bouncing off the waves and the waves bouncing off your heels as you stare into the lake. You wrap your arms around yourself, a smile on your face as the wind gently kisses your bare shoulders and stomach. You hear footsteps approaching and you let out a content sigh, closing your eyes as he sits behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind. His face has made its way in the crook of your neck, a blissful look on your face as his stubble brushes against your jaw. You giggle softly, finally happy.

“Y/N?” You smile as you hear your name rolling off his tongue. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect,” you whisper, nuzzling into him as he places a kiss on the side of your head. Everything truly is perfect.

All The Bullshit Elphaba Went Through That She Didn't Deserve, Analyzed By Wicked Trash

So we’ll start off with Act I.

Right off, as soon as the show starts, we see these Ozians celebrating the death of this woman. These people are so blind and brainwashed to the point that they would cheer about someone dying. To anyone who’s seen the show, we know Elphaba is alive, and imagine what it felt like to her. I guarantee she heard at least snippets of these people’s celebration and fanfare. Imagine how much it would hurt to hear people so relieved and happy about your own death. Imagine for a second how you would feel if you heard people whom you never did anything to, whom you just wanted to accept you, laugh and cheer about the fact that they were finally rid of you, singing about how no one will mourn you, how the world is better off without you, how no one should nor ever will care about you. And imagine how much it hurt to hear Glinda, her best friend, join in, even if she knew she didn’t mean it. Especially when we know, as strong as Elphaba is, she still lets these sorts of things get under her skin.

“And goodness knows, the wicked cry alone.”

This is awful because of how painfully accurate it is. Just think about how many nights Elphaba spent, trying to hold back tears, wondering what the fuck she ever did to deserve all this.

Not to mention, her tears burn. Canonically, in the book, when she cries, her tears burn her skin. Add that to the immense emotional pain she was in, and it becomes even more unbearable.

But that’s only the beginning.

When she arrives at Shiz, she’s hopeful. She’s always grinning during her entrance? Do you know why? Because she’s excited. She thinks that maybe this place will be different than all the other places she’s been to. And as soon as she turns around, that hope is shattered. People run from her, refuse to look at her, a girl even faints at the sight of her. All because she looks a little different. And you can see in her face how she gradually realizes that her hope was pointless. Because why would it be different? She’s gotten so used to people not accepting her, it doesn't​ even register as something new anymore.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

This is something she’s gotten to a point where it seems basically rehearsed. It probably is. She’s made this speech about her skin color so many times it’s probably the same everywhere she goes. She knows deep down that this speech won’t really make a difference, but she tries anyway, because again, she thinks that maybe, maybe this time, things will be different.

And right after this comes her father. Her father who hates her, her father who she knows hates her. He grabs her by the arm and violently drags her away from the other students, with no regard to if he may hurt her or not. He then tells her to stop making a spectacle of herself, and that the only reason she’s there is to look after her sister. And she knows this, she says it with a sort of sadness in her voice. Deep down, she likely wishes that for once, maybe her father could defend her. Or her sister could. Or both. Tell these people to stop being douchebags and to look past her skin color. But they won’t. And she knows it. And that’s why she’s so sad.

On top of that, her father then completely ignores her and turns to Nessa, before giving her a beautiful, likely expensive, handmade gift. For his precious little girl, the “future governor”. At this point, I’d like to point out, Elphaba is older than Nessa. As the firstborn, Elphaba would traditionally be the one to inherit her father’s title, not Nessa. But because her own father can’t even see past her skin color, he completely disregards this and gives everything to Nessa. His love and affection, his gifts, his title, everything. And never once does Elphaba complain, even though it hurts.

Then her father turns to her, and you see a bit of hope return. Maybe, just maybe, he has something in the bottom of that box, something for her. She leans forward to look and he slams it in her face before shoving it into her arms and telling her to make sure she looks after Nessa and stops causing trouble. She tries to laugh it off by joking about how she “clashes with everything”. But there’s an underlying sadness to it. She doesn’t want to clash with everything. She wishes that regardless of that, she could still maybe get a little something. After all, parents are supposed to give their children gifts, aren’t they? But she doesn’t, even though she deserves that much. She never does, even though she deserves it more than Nessa. So much more than Nessa.

“What a tragically beautiful face you have!”

What’s sad about this is Elphaba has been hearing this for years and years. She’s been listening to people tell her sister how beautiful she is, how precious she is, how successful she’s going to be, etc. And never once has anyone ever said that to Elphaba. She’s been living her life not only watching from the sidelines as her sister is given everything, but also never getting even a fraction of what her sister gets herself. But she still loves Nessa regardless. She’s never hated her or resented her for all that she got in Elphaba’s place. She’s, in fact, dedicated her life to taking care of her.

“I’m the other daughter, Elphaba. I’m beautifully tragic.

Now I know this is technically supposed to be a joke. But it’s not actually funny when you think about it. This was her response to someone screaming at the sight of her. Screaming. Which shows she’s used to this. Yet another thing that’s happened so many times she just got used to it. No one so amazing and beautiful should be so used to people screaming at the very sight of her.

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’re very bright.”
“Bright? She’s phosphorescent.”

Another technical joke, I know. Just hear me out. What Madame Morrible says is basically: “Well, you don’t have looks going for you, but you’ve probably got brains or something to compensate.” Which is sort of a twisted way of saying Elphaba is ugly. And what Galinda says is the beginning of an endless barrage of bullying that Elphaba will have to deal with at this school, and that she’s probably dealt with before. Galinda is also the queen bee at this school, so you know anything she does is considered “cool” to the other students. These people will likely try to imitate her. They do try to imitate her. This right here begins the enormous, unfair ganging-up-on-Elphaba that repeats plenty of times throughout the show.

When Madame Morrible insisted on Nessa rooming with her, Elphaba was so distraught that she accidently used magic she didn’t even know how to use. Because a), she loves her sister and wants to look after her herself, but also b), she likely knows that their father will be angry if she just let Nessa be taken off like that. She knows that he would be angry at her. He wouldn’t see reason, he would blame her for what happened, and she wanted to control the situation as fast as she could likely because she was afraid of that. And who wouldn’t be?

Something else about that. You can hear the raw pain in her voice when she’s trying to justify her abilities to Madame Morrible. She’s about to cry. Because she thinks she may have let Nessa down, ruined her chance.

And again, their father.

If he thought Elphaba blew Nessa’s chance at this school, I can’t even imagine what he could’ve done to her.

Now, onto The Wizard and I.

“By my looks, he won’t be blinded.”

Keep in mind that everyone in her life has been “blinded” by her looks. Not one person has ever looked past her exterior and tried to get to know her as a person.

“Cause once you’re with the Wizard, no one thinks you’re strange.”

That’s all she wants. Really, what she wants is for people to see past the fact that she’s different, and for them to see that she’s not as different as everyone perceives her to be.

“No father is not proud of you, no sister acts ashamed.”

And here we have more bullshit from her family. What kind of father isn’t proud of his own child because she was born a different way than most other people? What kind of sister is ashamed of a woman who only wants the best for her?

“And all of Oz has to love you when by the Wizard you’re acclaimed!”

This is it. This right here. What she truly wants.

She wants to be fucking loved. That’s all. She wants someone, anyone in her life to love her. Because at college age, this woman has never felt real love in all her years of living, and that’s all she really wants. Is to know what it’s like to be loved, to know how it feels. Keep in mind that the only goddamn reason she hasn’t felt love before is because she’s a different color than “regular" people.

“Shouldn’t a girl who’s so good inside have a matching exterior?”

Here’s our first instance of seeing how much she actually hates the way she looks. And who could blame her? The way she looks has been used to justify all this hatred towards her for her entire life. By everyone around her. Of course she would want to change that.

“Would it be alright by you if I de-greenify you?”

This is painful, yes, because she thinks she has to change herself in order to be loved. She thinks she has to change the way she looks to be beautiful and accepted by the world. Which no one should ever feel.

But it’s also worse, because we know how much she idolizes the Wizard. She has hope, hope that he can change her life for the better. And she’s clinging to that because it’s the only hope she has right then. Only to have that hope shattered later on.

“But I swear someday there’ll be a celebration throughout Oz that’s all to do with me!”

What’s mostly sad about this is that her “vision” comes true—but in the form of Oz celebrating her death.

“And I’ll stand there with the Wizard, feeling things I’ve never felt!”

This goes back to a point I made earlier—what she means when she says things she’s never felt is basically love and acceptance, affection, things she’s never ever felt before.

The biggest thing about that song is how hopeful and excited she is. She thinks, that for once in her life, something is finally going her way. And it hurts all the more when she finds out it’s not.

As for What Is This Feeling….

“But of course I’ll care for Nessa.”
“But of course I’ll rise above it.”

I think this gives us a painful parallel for Elphaba’s family vesus Galinda’s. Elphaba’s first thought is to reassure her father that it won’t get in the way of her duty to Nessa. That’s the only reason he sent her to that school, remember? Galinda’s first thought is to assure her parents that, don’t worry, even though I’m faced with this, I’ll “rise above it”. As if Elphaba is some sort of obstacle or enemy that needs to be defeated.

“Unusual, and exceedingly peculiar, and altogether quite impossible to describe.”

Yes yes, I know, look at me, over-analyzing all these jokes. Just bear with me, will you? Elphaba is a human being. A regular woman who just happens to be green-colored. But yet, she’s treated as this horrible, disgusting, strange thing (remember the midwife? “It’s atrocious!” And her own father? “It’s obscene!” And she was just a newborn baby then!) that is to be feared and avoided at all costs, when really, the only goddamn thing that’s at all different about her is her skin color.

“Poor Galinda forced to reside with someone so disgusting-i-fied! We just want to tell you, we’re all on your side! We share your loathing!”

Bringing up the “disgusting" point again—because there’s actually nothing disgusting about her. Unless you people really hate the color green that fucking much. That, and the fact that all these people are ganging up on Elphaba. She’s only just gotten here, and like I said earlier, these hoards of people will follow and imitate Galinda, as popular girls tend to work, and this is still only the start of the bullying. The bullying for no real reason other than “Galinda does it, so it must be cool!”

“Maybe some of us are different”

It’s clear that she’s talking mostly about herself here, but it’s even worse when you realize that these words are going to fall on deaf ears. This was a desperate attempt to make these people understand that yeah, some of us are different, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And she knew it would fail, but she tried anyway. And what happens next proves it.

“Well, it seems the artichoke is steamed.”

I know, more jokes, look at me go. But that’s not the point. The point is, her attempt to get them to understand her completely blew up in her face by fueling the bullying even more than it already was being fueled, which was plenty.

“Miss Elphaba has a point.”

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Doctor Dillamond? Because this “old goat” was one of the few people in this show to actually treat Elphaba like a person instead of this disgusting, horrible, evil monster that needs to be put down. He saw her for who she was, a woman who’s willing to fight, fight for herself and what she believes in, even if it costs her everything in the process. How interesting is it that the first character to treat Elphaba like the human being she is is a goat himself? He probably knows exactly what she’s going through. Hell, it happened to him, and it still does.

“You shouldn’t let ignorant statements like that bother you. I mean, I always do, but you shouldn’t.”

This is far from funny to me. Because it’s the first look we get into what Elphaba really feels about all this ridicule, all this hatred. We all know how insanely strong this woman is, don’t we? And I mean, she has to be, with what she’s put through every single day. But right here, and this isn’t the only time, you notice. That she’s not as made-of-steel as she comes off. She’s still bothered and even hurt by the things people say about her.

I cannot enforce this enough—this is a human fucking being. She is the same as everyone else, minus a “normal” skin color. She’s still only human. She laughs, she cries, she’s hurt, just like everyone else. And this is a running theme throughout the show. People don’t treat her like the human being she is. They treat her like a monster, like some sort of abomination, something that’s awful and, well, wicked. But I can’t stress enough how Elphaba is still only human. And how strong she is to put up with all this bullshit, but also how it still hurts her and it still has a lasting effect on her.

“He’ll make it right! That’s why we have a Wizard!”

I’d also like to point out again, here’s more of her undying faith in the Wizard. A faith that gets ripped apart right before her eyes. Just like when she says that something so bad couldn’t happen in Oz. Because she thinks, there’s no way the Wizard could let that happen, not someone as good as him! And she couldn’t be more wrong, and it’s crushing to think about.

“I’m about to have the first happy night of my life!”

Imagine how Elphaba feels hearing that from Nessa. The girl who’s had the happiest life that any other girl would be deeply jealous of. Her sister, who doesn’t seem to ever realize how truly good she has it. And yet, Elphaba still isn’t angry, still doesn’t take it out on her. She says she understands, because she wants Nessa to always be happy, even at the expense of her own happiness.

When Galinda gives Elphaba the hat, we all know it’s a joke, right? Hell, Elphaba probably thought so too. She’s not an idiot, they didn’t sing a whole duet about loathing each other for nothing. But think about this—that hat is likely one of the only gifts Elphaba has ever gotten. Imagine her, growing up, never getting any birthday gifts, never being given anything just because, and watching as those things were all given to Nessa. And I think that’s part of the reason she accepts the hat. Because she thinks, prank or not, this could be a good thing, something she likes. And it ends up being just that.

Not to mention, this prank gift and what Galinda “did” for Nessa prompts Elphaba to go so far as to force Madame Morrible to include Galinda in her sorcery seminar. Someone Elphaba knows doesn’t really like Galinda, who has very low expectations of her. Elphaba jeopardizes her only chance to meet the Wizard, to maybe, in her mind, be “normal”, and finally be accepted the way she wants to, by threatening to give it all up by quitting the seminar, just to say thank you for a prank gift, but a gift nonetheless, and a “helping hand” to her sister.

If that’s not selfless, I don’t know what is.

Another thing: everyone at the party screams and recoils away from Elphaba, points at her, laughs, when she enters the room, and she just walks on by like it’s nothing. Because again, she’s used to it. This is something that’s happened to her so often she’s actually trained herself to hide the way she truly feels about it. Hence why when Fiyero mentions how she doesn’t seem to care about what others think, Galinda realizes. In that moment, she realizes. Elphaba does care, she’s just learned to hide it. And no one, especially not someone like her, should ever have to go through that.

And afterwards, with Elphaba and Galinda, in their room, there’s even more. When Elphaba says her father hates her, Galinda’s reaction is of course shock. Which is the type of reaction most people would have. But Elphaba shrugs that off, and says that it’s not her secret, as if it’s no big deal. As if the fact that her father hates her is old news. And it is. Because let’s not forget, she’s been putting up with her father hating her for her entire life, and it only got worse as she was older.

Not to mention the fact that she really and truly thinks he has a good reason. She actually believes that it’s her fault, that because she was simply born the way she was, her father has a good reason to hate her. That him being paranoid about and terrified of the concept that his second child could turn out to be a different fucking color and in turn disabling her sister is somehow her doing. She actually thinks that just by being born, she was the one who caused it. And this is all her father’s doing. I guarantee you, her father raised her to believe Nessa’s condition was her fault, drilled it into her head from a young age. Because he needed someone to blame, and why not blame the green daughter that he was so deeply disappointed in simply for being a different color?

And during Popular, we see again how low her self-esteem is. She’s insisting to Galinda that she could never be a “normal” girl. She could never truly fit in, especially not with the crowd Galinda is a part of. Or at least, she doesn’t think she could.

And when Galinda calls her beautiful, we know why she runs away. Because that’s the first time in her life anyone has ever called her beautiful. And she has no idea how to deal with it, no idea how to take the compliment, and really, doesn’t even believe it’s true.

Moving on, when Elphaba saves the Lion cub, she risks everything. She likely could’ve been expelled for that, considering how anti-Animal Shiz seems to be. Imagine how angry her father would be if she were expelled, after he sent her somewhere so prestigious. Imagine how ashamed she would feel on behalf of Nessa (“no sister acts ashamed", remember?). But she doesn’t care about all that. She doesn’t really care about what happens to her. All she wants is to save this innocent Lion. And something so selfless is twisted into something evil later on.

“Do you think I want to care this much? Do you think I don’t know how much easier my life would be if I didn’t?”

Now this is of course about the Animals, and about how she cares too much about them to just let these people mistreat them. But it can also be applied to the ridicule she gets. She doesn’t want these types of things to affect her, but she just can’t help it, because again, she believes them herself.

Another thing I’d like to point out it all of the shit that happened to her, all of the slander and “Wicked Witch of the West” bullshit that happened later, was because she cared. Because she cared too goddamn much to just let it go. She couldn’t let the Wizard get away with his actions. And that cost her everything.

All she wanted was to help.

She cared too much to let it go.

And look where it fucking got her.

Now, I’m Not That Girl seems like a typical “I like a guy” song on the surface. But that’s really not what it’s about at all. It’s not about how Elphaba is in love with Fiyero, at least, not completely. It’s one entire song dedicated to how she believes that she isn’t good enough for Fiyero. That Fiyero could never love someone like her. That, just because she’s a little different, he’s like this unreachable dream that she tells herself to forget—”wishing only wounds the heart”—because she thinks that she doesn’t deserve him. That he could never be happy with her. All because of this idea that’s been drilled into her head about how her difference is this horrible thing. Something that’s been told to her by her family and everyone around her for years and years, for so long that she just adopted that way of thinking herself.

Something that’s the root of her rock-bottom self-esteem. Just imagine how different things would be if she’d grown up with loving parents, like Galinda, for example, who told her she was beautiful and perfect at every opportunity, like a parent is supposed to do. But she wasn’t convinced to love herself. Instead, she was trained to hate herself by being hated by the very people whose one job it is to love her and care for her. This mentality was only further cemented by the people around her, and how they “hated” her too.

This woman hates herself and the way she looks, and is used to others (and her own damn family) thinking that about her as well. It’s happened enough times for her to be used to it, and not be surprised when it happens. It’s happened enough times for her to adopt that mentality herself. But still, not enough times for it not to hurt. Not enough times for her to be able to ignore it. Because, like I’ve said, you’d have to be ridiculously strong to be able to do that. And she is, no doubt about that. But the reason she can’t deflect it is because she believes it herself. Deep down, she thinks that these people are justified in their ridicule of her. And how could she not? That’s what she’s been raised to think, what’s been forced upon her since she was born. The people in this woman’s life have been so horrible to her that she a), barely even registers it anymore, b), doesn’t register it as a bad thing, c), believes that they’re justified in their opinions, and d), does it to herself.

She beats herself up on a daily basis by accepting these people’s horrible opinions of her as truth. Because again, she’s been brought up to do that. To believe those things.

She has literally been raised, trained to hate herself, by people who are supposed to raise her to think the opposite.

How fucked up is that?

And then, at the train station, off to see the Wizard (pun fully intended), Elphaba is finally getting her wish. Finally, something is going her way. Yet she almost throws that away to comfort her sister. This alone shows how much she truly loves Nessa, and how much she’s willing to sacrifice for her, even though she gets nothing in return.

And then, when she’s talking to Galinda before Fiyero arrives, she asks about him, and then immediately brushes it off as unlikely. Because she thought that maybe, after their little moment that day, maybe Fiyero would remember. Maybe Fiyero would come and say goodbye to her.

Maybe Fiyero does care about her.

But she immediately laughs it off, because she thinks it’s silly. Silly that someone like him could care about someone like her.

Yet another instance of that rock-bottom self-esteem.

And that’s why she’s so surprised to see him when he does show up.

And afterwards, we have One Short Day.

“It’s all grand! And it’s all green!

She’s so happy that she’s finally found a place where she feels she belongs. She’s never felt like she belonged anywhere. Not even her own home. And this place holds so much hope and potential for her, hope and potential that’s going to be crushed before her eyes.

“I want to remember this moment. Always. Nobody’s staring. Nobody’s pointing. For the first time I’m somewhere where I belong.”

I honestly don’t think there’s much that needs to be said for this. She’s finally found a place that feels like home to her. A safe place. She’s never been anywhere where someone isn’t laughing or pointing at her. She doesn’t know what it feels like to fit in. And now that she feels she finally does, she’s the happiest she’s ever been.

I’d also like to point out that the people who accepted her as their own one minute turned on her the next just by a few words from their Wizard, but we’ll get into that later.

Elphaba goes to the Wizard with high hopes. She proves herself by helping Chistery, completely unaware of the consequences. She’s tricked, manipulated into doing what the Wizard wants. And then, she realizes. When she says “You have no real power”, you can hear the pain in her voice. Because this is a turning point. A point where she’s now aware of what a monster the man she once idolized is. Imagine for a moment someone you hold up on a pedestal, someone you idolize and would do anything for, really. You have high expectations for those people, don’t you? And imagine how heartbreaking it would be to find out that they were nothing like you thought they were. Imagine how awful you would feel if your idol turned out to be a sick, twisted bastard. Because that’s exactly what happened to Elphaba.

Not only that, she was hoping that this man could help her. “De-greenify” her. Make her “normal”. Help her fit in. And she’s just come to the realization that he can’t even do that.

It’s a double kick to the gut for her, and she still finds a way to gather her wits about her and make a decision. A decision in the midst of all this that she thinks she won’t regret. And I’m sure, in some ways, she doesn’t. But in plenty of other ways, she does.

She chooses to keep her integrity. Keep herself. Keep her own soul, go with her gut, and fight against this monster. And of course, it costs her. It costs her so many things. But in that moment, how could she know? How could she know the sacrifices that would have to be made? I’m sure she did to some extent, though not fully, but that’s what also makes it a selfless decision. She was willing to throw herself into the roaring masses, throw herself under the bus, in order to keep fighting for these Animals. In order to keep fighting for what she believed in.

This is also where the slander starts. The fact that she was tricked into using that spell on the monkeys is twisted to make it her fault. Madame Morrible goes so far as to call her a distortion and a repulsion, and makes a mention of her green skin. Something else that wasn’t her fault, that wouldn’t actually be a bad thing that’s being made to seem like one.

And this is THE turning point.

“This…Wicked Witch!”

That’s where it starts.

Where it all starts.

She’s known no longer as Elphaba by anyone anymore.

She’s The Wicked Witch of the West now.

No one questions it, protests, no one tries to help her. They all go along with it, because it’s easy. Because Elphaba made the hard choice to fight, they’re making the easy choice to accept the fallacy that she’s wicked for that.

And it only gets worse from there.

However, Defying Gravity is one of Elphaba’s breakout songs. She’s tired of resting on her laurels. She’s tired of watching from the sidelines as these Animals are having their rights taken away. And for once, she’s actually confident in herself. Confident that she can do this, that she can make a difference—”I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game”.

And the “too long I’ve been afraid of losing love I guess I’ve lost. Well if that’s love, it comes at much too high a cost!” line is a huge part of this too. Because we know she’s never really felt genuine love before, and she was really just starting to feel it with Glinda. So she’s basically saying, why should I stay? Why should I just hide in the shadows when I really don’t have anything to lose? She doesn’t care about her own well-being, and she doesn’t have anyone else to care about the well-being of.

Aside from Glinda, and that’s why she invited her to come with her. That’s why she tried so hard to convince her to leave all the bullshit behind and actually do something important.

And then, when Glinda refuses, of course they’re both upset. But Elphaba isn’t going to let that get in the way. Because she’s finally free. She’s finally flying.

And nobody in all of Oz, no Wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring her down.

Or at least, so she thought.

Act II Coming Soon.

Sincerely, An Angel Like Elphaba Didn’t Deserve This Shit

Plangst day 1


I like you.

Katie, I like you.

You’re special, and beautiful, and


Lance’s thoughts trailed off when he saw Pidge on her laptop. It was now or never. He sat down next to her and poked her shoulder. “Pidge? Can I talk to you about something?”

She didn’t look up. “Not right now.”

“Are you sure? It’s… sort of important-”

“What do you want, Lance?”

Lance wilted a little at the annoyance in her voice. “Just thought you might like some company.”

Pidge scowled at him. “Can’t you see I’m working? Honestly, everyone else is capable of minding their own business, but you just can’t take a hint, can you?”

Ouch. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I won’t bother you anymore.” He got up to leave.

“Lance, wait.” Pidge took her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m tired, and frustrated, and my head is killing me. I didn’t mean any of that.”

He knew she didn’t. Didn’t he? “It’s okay. I understand.”

Pidge looked ashamed. “No, Lance. It’s not okay. What I said was horrible, and I need you to know that’s not how I feel at all.”

Lance nodded. “I know.”

“And you know I love you, right?”

Lance met her eyes for the first time. “You do?”

“Of course I love you. You’re like a brother to me.”

Oh. A brother. Lance gave her a smile he didn’t feel. “Love you too, Katie.”

Cross posted on ao3 under leafykeen


Title: Realisation

Pairings: Jimmy Darling x Female!Reader

Warnings: emotionally and physically abusive relationship, Dandy being an asshole.

Request: request ~ can you do a one shot in which reader is attracted to jimmy but trapped in relationship with someone else and she finally talks to him and jimmy ends up reascuing her from her relationship. (i;ve requested this from other people before and never got response) essentially she;s trapped in an emotionally abusive relationship and she’s attracted to jimmy and doesnlt think anyone couild love her in return.

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Y/N did not want to be here. Dandy and his mother had insisted she joined them in their trip to the local Freakshow, although Y/N would never say it she thought it was wrong to exploit people with abnormalities.

She glanced around, heart thumping as she tried to spot Dandy and his mother, they had disappeared to find a toilet. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that was building rapidly inside her. She wanted to be home, not the house she lived in with Dandy, but her old apartment in a complex in Jupiter.

Truth be told, Y/N hated Dandy, she just didn’t know how to escape or defile him. Dandy was emotionally abusive towards Y/N, he played the victim, making Y/N pity him when he was the one in the wrong.

Their relationship had been great in the beginning, he showered her in compliments, he wasn’t controlling, he even allowed her to spend time on her own. But during the past few months, he had completely changed. He would throw things when she asked to be alone, scream at her. He even made her give up her apartment, the one place that was really hers and she had worked so hard to get it. He forced her to read books that she normally wouldn’t reach for, watched her eat like a hawk and forced her to eat his ‘rich-people food’ even though it made her gag at the bitter taste.

Y/N slouched, giving up on finding them; at least she’d finally be able to have some time alone - for once. Y/N slumped down into Ferris wheel chair that had been detached. Finally alone with her thoughts. She leaned her head back, staring at the twinkling stars up above.

A cough caused her to flinch and jolt forward, snapping out of her thoughts. She glanced up at the person, mouth going dry and mouth opening ajar slightly at the pure beauty of the person. His Brown hair sleeked back apart from a small curly strand that was matted against his forehead, his brown eyes had an undeniable twinkle like the stars Y/N had previously been looking at. His chest and shoulders were broad and strong, his stomach visibly squishy in the green shirt he was sporting. the corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he too soaked in her appearance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Darlin,” he drawled, his voice like music to her ears, matching his gorgeous appearance.

“It’s okay. Would you like to sit?” Y/N offered, gesturing to the slightly tattered seat she was sitting on.

The stranger took Y/N up on her offer, sitting down beside her. The pair’s knees brushed against each other as well as their thighs, squished together on the tiny seat.

“I’m Y/N,” she announced, “and you are?”

The stranger smiled, a deep dimple digging into his cheek - making Y/N almost swoon. “Jimmy, Jimmy Darling.”

The name was familiar but Y/N couldn’t place her finger on where it was familiar. Y/N nodded.

“I could’ve sworn Mrs. Mott had booked out all the seats, perhaps she didn’t. Are you here to see the show?”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling sadly down at his mitten covered hands. Y/N followed his eyes, frowning slightly. It was the middle of summer, why was he wearing gloves? He looked too… normal… to partake in a Freakshow.

“ ’M lobster boy…” Jimmy admitted, turning his head away from her, he couldn’t bare to see her resection to his confession.

“C - Can I see them - your hands?”

Jimmy reluctantly pulled of his gloves, placing them on his thighs. He still couldn’t pluck up the courage to look Y/N in the eye.

Her cold fingers danced along his conjoined fingers before wrapping around his wrist.

“Wow.” She huffed, astonished, however Jimmy interpreted it in a negative way. He couldn’t make his hands move away from her with all the power in his body. “They’re incredible.” Y/N mumbled, still in awe.

“What?” Jimmy whipped his head around to look at her, no one had ever called his hands incredible, nor had they ever been so fixated on them in a state of awe, usually in a state of disgust.

“You don’t agree? They’re possibly the most gorgeous hands I’ve ever seen, let alone touched.” Y/N confessed, still playing with his hands. Jimmy’s heart faltered, and sped up.

“You really think that?”

“Of course.” Y/N grinned, meeting his stare.

Jimmy was infatuated. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but Y/N was making him think otherwise.

“Y/N!” A shrilled voice ripped through the moment, making Y/N inwardly groan. “Love, where are you?” Dandy called.

Jimmy’s eyes widened as he wrenched his hands from Y/N’s grasp and rapidly tugged on his mittens. He staggered to his feet, straightening his back.

Y/N, too, got to her feet and straightened out her dress. She send a desperate glance at Jimmy before Dandy came into her sighting. Her stomach squeezed, her palms becoming sweaty.

“Love, what are you doing here with the freak?” Dandy inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N better than to back-chat Dandy, but she couldn’t help it.

“Don’t call them freaks, Dandy.” Y/N snapped, fingers trembling slightly when she realised what she had said. Her hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the gasp she emitted.

Dandy’s face grew red with rage, Y/N and Jimmy could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. He raised a hand and delivered a harsh blow to Y/N’s cheek, making her stumble onto the chair she had been sitting in.

“Hey, listen, you shouldn’t hit a lady.” Jimmy busted in, shoving Dandy backwards.

“Listen, freak, mind your own business. Why don’t you go practice your juggling?” Dandy snapped, spit flying out of his mouth in all directions, spraying on Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy looked hopelessly at Y/N, who was silently crying and holding her cheek. She could feel the bruise forming under her fingers.

“It’s okay, Jimmy, go.”

Jimmy reluctantly left and Dandy seized Y/N’s wrist and tugged her up to her feet. “How could you embarrass me like that?”

Y/N casted her eyes downwards to her feet, ashamed. Dandy tugged her back to his mother and they left, the car journey was silent the whole way home and once they were home, Dandy screamed at Y/N some more.

Y/N found herself back on the Freakshow camp, this time she was here on her own and by choice. Unhappy and unpleasant memories of that night rushing back to Y/N, making her head spin. Y/N’s hand instinctively reached for her cheek, she flinched when her fingertips grazed against the purple and green bruise.

She spotted a blonde young lady wearing a green knitted jumper and long skirt. She scrambled over to her.

“Hi, have you seen Jimmy and if so, could you point me in the direction he was in?” Y/N asked, smiling politely.

The stranger’s bright eyes widened at the horrendous bruise that sprawled across Y/N’s cheekbone.

“Erm, he should be in his caravan. It’ll say Jimmy Darling on it.” The stranger informed and Y/N went on her way, weaving through caravans.

Finally she came to Jimmy’s caravan and knocked on the door, playing with her fingers and she anticipated what she would say. The door swung open and a disheveled Jimmy revealed himself. He smiled at Y/N and offered for her to come in, she did.

They took a seat on the chairs and Jimmy took in her appearance, the lilac bags under her were obvious, as was her morbidly pale skin and the glowing shiner on her cheek.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, you didn’t deserve this. I-I am not worth it.” Jimmy apologised, placing his hands over Y/N’s, “you need to get away from him. He’s abusive and that’s not right. He shouldn’t hit a woman just because she said something he didn’t like.”


“No buts. You need to.”

“I’ll have no where to go.”

It was true, Y/N no longer had her apartment. Her parents lived in another state entirely.

“You can come here.” Jimmy persuaded.

“But what if no one loves me after him?” Y/N squeaked, voice cracking as tears brimmed in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat.

“Don’t be silly. Who wouldn’t love you? You may feel as if though he’s the only man that will ever love you, because he’s perhaps the only man who’s ever claimed to love you. But there will be another man, a kinder man who will love you, spoil you rotten and never, ever, raise a hand at you. A man who will let you say what you want, even if he doesn’t agree, a man who won’t try and rip you away from freedom. I promise, a man who is better than him will come.”

Jimmy knew he would be that man, he had to be. He wanted to help her, let her be free, but she couldn’t be free if she was still devoted to Dandy.

Y/N hesitantly nodded her head, his words persuading her enough. She knew this would be hard, to leave the man who she’d been with for years, the only man she’d ever been with and ever loved, but Jimmy was tight, he wasn’t the man for her. He was abusive, and Y/N had to get away. And she would, with Jimmy’s help, even if it was the last thing they ever did.

Jimmy stood up and Y/N followed, he tugged her towards his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Y/N finally came to the realisation that this was real affection, the affection she craved, something that Dandy had never showed her, something Dandy was incapable of. Tears slipped from Y/N’s eyes and soaked jimmy’s chest.

“Thank you for helping me come to the realisation that Dandy and my relationship isn’t normal, isn’t healthy.”

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The Aftermath Addendums

Friday. February 10

Man, I have no clue what is wrong with Adrien, but I can’t decide whether I find it funny or tragic.

I mean, dude goes around all day yesterday staring at half the girls… you know. And then today, he just goes ahead, skips half a dozen levels in his game and outright GRABS Marinette’s… YOU KNOW!

I mean, dude totally paid for it, although I think Mari was more traumatized by the fact that she basically owned the love of her life with a move straight from Mecha Ultra Strike than she was by the fact that her you-know-what got some first-hand experience today.

…okay, now I am ashamed of myself. Adrien’s lame puns are rubbing off on me. Forgive me, Mari.

Anyway, I did manage to convince Alya to get me copies of all the pictures she took of bro’s more shameful moments over the past couple days… I’m making a scrapbook for… reasons.

I did finally drag it out of him WHY he was looking at… well, turns out he says he thought he might be able to figure out who Ladybug was based on– well YOU KNOW!!!

To be honest, I was a little hurt… I mean, I know it’s LADYbug, but who’s to say it couldn’t be a bro with a really magical transformation, right? I mean, we are BEST FRIENDS and he didn’t even once take a second look at my… ahem.  

Just saying. Not cool bro.

Not cool.

-DJ Lahiffe


“It’s silent for another minute before she hears Benvolio’s clothes rustle next to her. ‘Did you ever love … him?’

Glancing at Benvolio, Rosaline eyes him warily, her suspicion getting the better of her. His eyes are soft and searching under the candlelight, and it is then when Rosaline realizes there’s no malice behind his question – he genuinely wants to know.”

Rosaline and Benvolio reach a tentative truce, because the world will always be against them and it’s time they stop fighting against the inevitable. As the saying goes, keep your friends close and keep your … spouse closer. For reasons. 

Future fic (they’re married), Rosaline x Benvolio

Ao3 or read below

She dips her finger inside the jam, watching the red color dye her skin like blood on a pavement. Rosaline examines it for another moment before popping her finger inside her mouth and tasting the jam, letting its sweetness consume her. There are several more pastries littered around the kitchen counter where she sits, each with a different and unique taste. Smiling, Rosaline stuffs her mouth with the half-eaten dessert, and eyes another one to devour.

It’s become a late night tradition for Rosaline, sneaking down the servant’s stairways in order to grab whatever dessert is left. When her mother and father were alive, she never sought out sweets as a child. Her parents touted her as a good daughter for not succumbing to the siren call of sugar, but she didn’t realize how much she would miss the taste of sweet tarts and pastries until her aunt forbade her from eating so.

For three years, she and Livia ate food fit for a peasant, such as stews, bread, and occasional fruit. Yet as a Montague – nay, a Capulet-Montague – Rosaline has access to so many sweets she feels she might faint. She feels naughty, tiptoeing across the house, but following the rules has never been Rosaline’s strong suit.

Life as a Capulet-Montague is … strange. After their failed attempt to stop their marriage, things have only gotten more tense between them. Her relationship with Benvolio consists of bickering and pushing each other to the limit. Sometimes, their fights can start by disagreeing on which dish is the best, before it quickly spirals out of control and they begin to attack each other’s characters.

She suspects he continues to argue with her because he needs to release his frustration, too. Their marriage is one of convenience for their families, and she’s come to stop blaming Benvolio for something he had no hand in doing. As much as Rosaline doesn’t want to admit it, they must work together in order to survive. They will always be punished for not being Juliet and Romeo, and not being united will only harm them.

Regardless, Rosaline’s too stubborn to extend an olive branch to Benvolio, so for now, they’ll continue bickering until it stops providing them an excuse to yell at one another.

Rosaline’s so deep in her thoughts that she doesn’t realize Benvolio has entered the room, confused by her presence just as she is of his. She stops chewing on the pastry, feeling awkward for getting caught, but her curiosity gets the better of her. 

“I thought you had gone to bed.”

He gives a tight smile. His shirt is untucked and he looks tired, probably due to running errands for his uncle. There’s something else troubling his mind, she can see it.

“Ah yes, my wonderful bed on the floor. I do enjoy having the cold bricks stab my back as I sleep.”

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anonymous asked:

do you think that Jon will accept that he is a Targaryen?

Ohoo, loaded question.  I think initially, Jon is going to be extremely incapable of processing the idea that he is a Targaryen.  Jon displaces any and all anger or emotion of not knowing his birth mother into his “Lord Father” - he has a major lord daddy complex, is what I’m telling you. 

Even his own mother had not had a place for him. The thought of her made him sad. He wondered who she had been, what she had looked like, why his father had left her. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. Something dark and dishonorable, or else why was Lord Eddard too ashamed to speak of her? 

How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he? 

We see Jon taking solace in Eddard’s “Honor”, clinging to the only parentage he’s known: his just, honorable and dutiful father.  There must have been a reason for his dad to bring home a bastard, there’s no way it could’ve been how they said it was.  “My lord father” this, “my lord father” that, if the boy doesn’t settle down he’s gonna sound like Draco Malfoy.

He dreamt he was back in Winterfell, limping past the stone kings on their thrones. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and their grey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon their laps. You are no Stark, he could hear them mutter, in heavy granite voices. There is no place for you here. Go away. He walked deeper into the darkness. 

Let’s face it - we’re in for some internal dark thoughts in future Jon Snow chapters.  He’s about to come back from being stabbed to death for playing with politics (which is a pretty Stark thing to do, so don’t feel bad Jon! still a Stark through and through!), and however that resurrection happens, he’s going to come back a changed man.  I’d imagine that if he learns of his heritage before meeting Daenerys in the narrative, he’s probably going to reject it pretty hardcore.  Push it off, refuse it, say Lord Eddard was the only father he had, that the dragon had no honor, etc, etc, it makes no matter, yadayada, but I could definitely see Daenerys’ introduction into Jon’s life helping to soften that blow (A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire … ).  If anything, Daenerys’ “remember who you are”, growing up lonely and without her family, and Jon’s feeling of never belonging, of never knowing, will coincide to better help him come to terms with his parentage.

tl;dr: Jon’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he has daddy issues and mommy issues, and Dany’s probably gonna get him to get over it in time, and then they’ll lie around eating food and braiding each other’s hair and telling stories about Rhaegar before the ice zombies roll on in. 

Please Don’t Part 4

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A/N: I do not own the picture

Summary: When Baekhyun shows up at your door in the middle of the night begging you not to leave him, you never imagine the heartbreak you’re in for

“I’m proud of you,” your friend says as she places a cup of tea in front of you. You had walked to her apartment after hanging up on Baekhyun and she’d welcomed you inside with open arms. You’d buried your face in her hair immediately, not having realized until that point just how much you’d been craving human contact. You’d stood like that for a while before she’d told you to sit down while she made you something to drink. “That bastard didn’t deserve a second of your time.”

You try to keep yourself from flinching at the way she refers to your ex-boyfriend and only half-succeed. You’re so used to being protective over Baekhyun that the thought that someone is insulting him still leaves a bad taste in your mouth. It’s ridiculous but what can you do? Old habits die hard, you guess.

You friend raises an eyebrow as she sits down across from you at the coffee table. “Don’t tell me you feel bad for the guy, he cheated on you, Y/N.”

She sounds so furious that if this were any other situation, you’d be smiling at how worked up she is over you. Now it just breaks your heart. She had been so supportive of your relationship. She’d been the first person you’d told when you’d met Baekhyun. She had helped you send him flirty text messages in the early stages of dating when you could barely put together a sentence in front of him without blushing and getting tongue-tied. Your friend had encouraged you to be open with Baekhyun, no doubt she’s feeling guilty and hateful towards Baekhyun because of the way things had turned out. She was practically your sister. Your pain is her pain.

You shake your head, no. “It’s not that. I know what he did was disgusting, but I can’t help feeling off about it, you know? It just hurts so much to think about.” You stare at the tea, too ashamed of yourself to look her in the eyes.

She reaches for your hand across the table and squeezes tightly until you look up. The anger in her eyes has melted and all that is left is empathy.

“You had feelings for the guy, dummy. That doesn’t just go away because you want to, no matter how much you might hate him right now. I wish it was that easy. I just hate that he broke your heart like this,” she says and you nod slowly, sniffing a bit as a tear escapes your eyes and makes its way own your cheek before you wipe it away.

“Now,” she smirks after you’ve pulled yourself together, “what are you going to do to get back at him?”

You lean back into your seat and don’t smile back. “Nothing. I don’t want to do anything. I have to move on from him, I need to be mature.” You want to be strong, you don’t want to resort to childish games.

“Really? I would’ve done anything to get back at my ex last year. Don’t you want revenge?” she prods. This conversation is starting to make you feel uncomfortable.

Of course you want revenge. You want Baekhyun to feel exactly how you had when you had woken up to those pictures. You want the world to know what he’d done. You don’t want him to be able to hide behind his company and get away with it. But what good will revenge do? It isn’t going to help you move on, quite the opposite really. You’ll just become a stereotypical bitter, angry woman with nothing but her past to define her. You don’t want what Baekhyun has done to control your future.

You’re determined to move on.

“I don’t want to get back at him. I’m tired, I don’t want to do anything. I just want to go to work and forget this whole thing ever happened, is that so bad?” You take a sip of your tea.

Your friend gave you a small smile. “No, it’s not bad at all. I’m happy you’re not letting your hate for him consume you.”

And awkward silence falls on you two as you don’t respond. You can almost hear the wheels in her head turning as she comes to the already obvious realization.

“Y/N, you do hate him, don’t you?”

You smile weakly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Of course,” you croak half-heartedly, “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?”

Your friend gives you sad look. You recognize it as pity. It’s strange because you’ve seen her give that look, but never had it directed towards you.

The rest of the day is spent talking to her about practically anything else in an attempt to push away the horrible feeling in the air. Both of you keep on sipping tea and nibbling on cookies and your friend no longer pushes you to talk about Baekhyun, which you know you should be thankful for. And yet, even when the time finally comes for you to leave and she hugs you goodbye, the truth is clearer than ever.

You don’t hate Byun Baekhyun. No matter what he’s done, you could never bring yourself to hate him. You love him too much for that. You could deny it all you like but you and you friend both know.

You’re a shitty liar.

You begin your walk back home with a heavy heart. Your phone begins to ring as you’re crossing the street and you wait until your feet hit the sidewalk before you pull it out of your coat.

To your surprise, the caller id reads Park Chanyeol.

Chanyeol is an amazing person and a wonderful friend, but you didn’t expect him to call you. While it’s true that you had got on with him very well before, the fact that his best friend has cheated on you and both of you had ended up with broken hearts changed things. Talking so soon after your and Baekhyun’s breakup would have been too awkward for both him and you. To be honest, you hadn’t expected to hear from him for at least another month.

Out of pure curiosity, you answer his call. “Hello?”

A sigh of relief immediately reaches your ears. “Thank god you picked up. Sehun was convinced you wouldn’t.”

To be honest, it’s really nice to hear his deep voice. It’s always had calming effect on you and really, what with the day you’ve been having, you need it.

“Need something, Yeol?” you feign a casual tone, hoping he won’t notice how hard the breakup has been on you. It’s a wasted effort though, because he immediately calls you out on it.

“Come on, Y/N. You don’t have to put up a façade with me. I know you’ve got to be hurting you right now.”

You will yourself not to crumble and rub your eyes, feeling an oncoming headache. You lean against a building and just shut your eyes. “Why are you calling, Chanyeol? It’s been a weird day and I kind of want to put it all behind me.”

Chanyeol hesitates before finally responding. “Listen, I know you have no obligation to Baekhyun whatsoever after what he did. Especially after what he did. Believe me when I say that I’m on your side one hundred percent. But the idiot’s gone and done something stupid and you’re the only one that can stop him.”

Your heart stops. Did something happen to Baekhyun? You could no longer deny that you cared about him. “W-what are you saying?”

He grunts. “I’m saying that you have to go out on television tomorrow and say that Baekhyun never cheated.”

And suddenly all the worry leaves your body. What the hell? Why can’t EXO and their damn company leave you alone? Was Chanyeol ever your friend?

You grip your phone tightly. “Chanyeol,” you spit out, trying to control your anger, “I already told SM, I want nothing to do with that interview.”

Your mind is still whirling with how he can even ask this of you and you almost don’t catch what he says next.

“You don’t understand! Baekhyun’s gone and scheduled an interview. He’s going to tell everyone the truth!”

‘He’s going to tell everyone the truth’.

Your breath catches and you almost stop functioning altogether. He couldn’t possibly do that. It was career suicide, admitting to everyone that he’d cheated.

And yet, wasn’t this what you’d wanted, deep down? For everyone to know? Granted you had been adamant against seeking revenge, but he was doing the dirty work for you. He was going to come clean, for you.

So why did you have an awful feeling in your stomach?

You scoff to yourself. Stupid question. It’s because you still care. You should hate him, you should stop loving him, you should be hoping his career tanks. But you know him.

Despite everything, you know he doesn’t deserve to have his career ruined. He’s worked so damn hard to get to where he is and admitting to a scandal like this will be hard to come back from. Not to mention, it will hurt the other members. They have nothing to do with this and they shouldn’t have to pay for your broken relationship. As much as you hate to admit it, you can’t let him do this.


Hold Me

Originally posted by fiendfyrx

Hey Anon, super cute prompt. I hope the below is fluffy enough.

“I don’t want you to go home yet.” She admitted to him as they were approaching her house. He had held her at the diner, they hadn’t talked much more about their revelations to each other before deciding to walk home.

“I don’t want to either.” He agreed. He didn’t want to leave her alone. After seeing those marks he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave her. A deep need to protect her had risen up in him.

“Maybe we could watch a movie.“ She had enjoyed spending time together just the two of them, enjoying a moment of being two normal teenagers going out to the movies, sharing popcorn and snuggling up to one another. She wanted to capture that feeling again.

“Okay, signal when the coast is clear.” They had done this so many times now him sneaking up to her room that they both knew the drill. Betty was sure that her mum was in bed by now. She seemed to have a different set of rules for Betty spending time with Jughead. There was no way on earth she would have been able to go to bed if it was Archie or Veronica that she was having a late night milkshake at Pop’s with but he seemed to have earned himself a free pass from Alice Cooper which he was very grateful for.

She pressed her lips against his a chaste kiss promising more to come. He watched as she entered through the front door. He should know better than to take the risk sneaking into Betty’s room with her mother in the house. Most of their secret rendezvous took place when Alice Cooper was working late at the newspaper. But Betty had revealed something deep and personal to him and he wanted to be there for her, plus he was not keen to re-enter the Andrews home which was sure to be a disaster zone. Archie had wanted to throw the big party he could deal with the big clean up.

He stayed hidden in the bushes waiting for the tell tale sign of her lamp flashing on and off before he grabbed the ladder from the side of the house placing it gently onto the side of the house resting just underneath the window ledge.

She was sitting on her bed, crossed legged as he entered through the window. Her laptop open in front of her. He sat on the edge of her bed, feeling the usual nervousness that came with being alone with her in her bedroom. The expectations that he would act as any other teenage boy in their girlfriend’s room alone suddenly weighing heavily on him. 

“So what will it be birthday boy.” There was a playfulness in her tone. As she moved the laptop to face him.  He carefully looked through the list of films at their disposal. 

She examined his face in the soft light of the laptop . The dark bruise around his eye and the cut on his cheek the result of his fight with Chuck. The fight he had gotten in because of her. Despite it all, despite her throwing a party that he didn’t want, and her lies here he was. She had bared to him her darkest secret, something that she had never revealed to anyone and he hadn’t recoiled from her, he had taken her scarred hands in his own and kissed them gently. Accepting all of her. 

“It looks painful.” She commented. 

“I should have done it sooner, as soon as he started I should have stopped him. I’m ashamed that I didn’t.”

“Hey not your fault.” She took his hands. “And you were there for me tonight. Plus it looks very rebellious. Almost could I say hot?” She winced as the words came out not sure how he would react. She knew that Jughead was not one to graciously accept compliments especially those that commented on his physical appearance a lifetime of being the weird kid and trying to remain invisible as possible had made him shy and unsure of himself. A blush spread across his cheeks at her comment. He pulled his beanie off and nervously ran a hand through his hair. A curl falling over his bruised eye. She pushed it back away from his eyes, and he looked up to meet hers. “Sorry I know you don’t like…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as he pulled her onto his lap. His hands moving to her hips immediately holding her in place as his lips assaulted hers. There was a passion and ferocity in his kiss that was different to their usually chaste and gentle kisses in the privacy of her room. She moaned as his tongue swept her bottom lip begging for entrance, she gasped at the movement and he seized on the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hands were in her hair pulling her golden locks from the restrictive hairstyle she seemed to favour. He pulled back to examine her, eyes blown wide, lips plump and a delicious shade of pink as a result of their kisses.

“Well looks like I got my birthday wish after all.” He smiled at her as she remembered the way he had looked at her when he had said those words earlier that evening. He was looking at her just like that now. He had to admire how beautiful she looked with the soft light from her laptop now cast aside on her bed highlighting her face. 

He felt a sudden pang in his chest. And thought to himself that he may be falling in love with her.

“Is it wrong that I find this hot as hell.” She let out in a breathy whisper. “You defending my honour.” She returned her lips to his, kissing him deeply, letting her hands loose in those waves he usually kept so well hidden. Her lips then trailed to his cheek gently brushing against the cut on his cheek.

“I’m glad you came back.” She whispered. She had felt the relief wash over her when he had re-entered the kitchen after the fight with Chuck. When she couldn’t find him after the punches were thrown she felt for sure that he had been repulsed by the secrets Chuck had revealed about her. That he had headed for the hills and she couldn’t really blame him. But he hadn’t he took her hand and lead her away from all the chaos to the safe haven of Pop’s and a vanilla malt milkshake to share.

“Me too.” He agreed as he felt her lips deliver a feather-light kiss to his bruised eye. Without meaning to she let out a yawn. One that he couldn’t help but imitate.

“Sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She could feel her eyes closing safe in the warmth of his body. “I was up so early this morning, and.” She paused, another blush spreading across her cheeks as she nuzzled against his neck. “Trust me I really want to continue this.” Her lips brushed gently against his neck and he tightened his arms around her.

“It’s okay, Betty. It’s late and there will be other times.” His hand in her hair directed her to look into his eyes and she could see that he was being honest with her.

“Juggie could you just hold me? Just until I fall asleep.” Those wide trusting eyes would be the death of him. He would do anything just to have her look at him like that.

“Sure.” She moved off his lap allowing him to lay down on her bed, his torso propped up by her seemingly endless supply of pillows. She followed him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her snug against his body. He felt that need to protect her rising up again. She could hear his heart beating steadily against her ear. Its steady rhythm lulling her into a gentle sleep. 

He knew he should leave when she fell asleep, he couldn’t afford to be in Alice Cooper’s bad books. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying coming over for early breakfasts, staying for the occasional dinner. It almost felt a little like a family should, even despite all he knew about how imperfect it really was, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it. But he stayed, rubbing his hand gently along her back until sleep eventually overtook him as well.

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not on mobile so bare with me: but jaime x brienne + music note emoji + dress emoji?

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you know.”

Brienne whipped her head around, staring at Sansa like she had spoken in a foreign tongue, which she might as well have, given her words. “Who?”

Sansa only smiled, rolling her eyes and keeping her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move, I’ll prick you,” she warned, threading the needle again through the garment.

“This is foolish,” Brienne muttered. “I look foolish.” She didn’t need a looking glass to know as much.

“It’s not foolish to wear a dress, Brienne. You are the greatest fighter in the seven kingdoms, like my sister always claims, but you are also a woman, and we are attending a banquet. There will be dancing, and skirts twirl so much nicer than breeches.”

Brienne sighed. “I will not be doing any dancing, Lady Sansa.”

“Of course you will,” Sansa insisted, holding a bit of thread between her lips. She broke it off from the dress and deftly tied a knot at the loose end. “There!”

Brienne glanced down at the bodice of her dress, where she could see what Sansa’s designs had been. The suns and moons of House Tarth, neatly embroidered onto her chest in white, contrasting the deep blue of her dress. “It’s beautiful, Sansa, but unnecessary.”

Sansa sighed. “Do you see how I’ve picked up your dress at the waist? It enhances your curves that way. You look good. I promise you.”

Brienne bowed her head then, defeated, but certainly not believing her. “If you say so, my lady.”

The girl smiled, happy. “I do say so. I dare say a missing hand will not be an impediment for dancing. Now I must be off to get ready myself.”

There was barely time to react to her words - the implication of them - because Sansa had whisked out of the room in a flurry of dark skirts and long, auburn hair.

There was a tall looking glass in the corner of the room and Brienne eyed it with reproach. Then, with a sigh, she walked over to it and assessed the evident disaster.

Well, there was no denying that she would never be pretty. Her body was not made to be hugged by loose skirts, and even though she did notice that Sansa having picked at the waist made it appear like she actually had one, it was by no means flattering. But there was nothing to mope about. Sansa wanted her in a dress, and it was her banquet, so a dress she would wear.

The tables had been pushed to the edges and covered in food, several courses of meats and tarts and lemon cakes celebrating the end of winter in the main hall, and hours into the feast, everybody was drunk and merry and as Sansa had accurately predicted, the musicians had picked up the tunes and people were dancing in the middle of the floor.

Brienne stood awkwardly off to the side, watching Arya dance with the boy with the hammer, graceful and lithe, and it warmed her heart to see her safe and happy. She found herself smiling as she noticed the boy making her laugh.

“I never would have taken you for the emotional sort,” a voice piped up beside her.

She didn’t have to turn to know who it belonged to. Ser Jaime had been missing for most of the banquet; he still felt out of place here, she knew. Like his past mistakes were dragging him back, like every eye that turned on him whispered kingslayer and kinfucker still.

“I’m happy to see them safe,” she replied instead, only then turning to look at him. He had bravely donned the Lannister colours regardless of the whispers, and though she didn’t say it, she admired him for it. There was no use being ashamed of his family’s name. His own deeds brought redemption to it, she thought.

Jaime turned to look at her as well. She waited for a snide comment about the dress when he glanced down at it, braced herself for anything he could say. She had heard it all. “Sansa’s designs?” he asked instead, nodding at the lacework on her breast.

She nodded. “She’s a skilled seamstress.”

“She made me a new surcoat,” Jaime admitted, using his good hand to brace his other wrist. “A lion in Stark colours. She meant well, I’m sure, but I feel branded as a turncloak.”

Brienne said nothing. What could she say?

The music changed, and the couples shifted- the beautiful dragon queen had taken her leave of Jon Snow and was now dancing with Ser Jorah Mormont. Sansa had given him a Stark pardon as well.

“Shall we dance?”

The question caught her off-guard, and Brienne felt her stomach twist as she turned to look at Jaime, confused and surprised. “You dance?” she found herself blurting out.

Jaime let out a low chuckle and lifted his golden hand out towards her. “Let’s find out.”

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fecipher twitter, 22-8-2017: “Bright Smile, Soleil”

[Card Showcase] “You’re looking adorable today, too!” Soleil is a woman who adores women. She conducts her daily battles in the highest of spirits, all for the sake of women! Huh? So she isn’t ashamed to admit it so brazenly? Well, she can’t help but be completely honest about her own feelings… If she wasn’t honest? THAT, she’d be ashamed of! (Illust. Sachiko Wada)

Card stats/skills:

B10-080HN Bright Smile, Soleil

“A cute girl is a cute girl, no two ways about it. I get feelings about that! I can’t just stare silently without telling her! I’d be missing out on life.”

Soleil the Flirtatious [TRIGGER] Every time you deploy another <Female> ally, until the end of the turn, this unit gains +10 attack.

“I’ll protect you!” [ACT] [ONCE PER TURN] [Tap 1 other <Female> ally] Choose 1 enemy in the Back Line and move them.

Illust. Sachiko Wada

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