she wanted to see the most amazing things

I’m always so torn between not getting into it with misogynists who hate Keyleth and just ripping them a new one. Because I know that they’re not going to listen and I don’t want to give them more chances to spout their sexist crap. But I also don’t want them to see that nobody argued with them and end up thinking they’re right and that they’re misogyny is justified.

I guess I’ll just say that Keyleth is amazing and she’s one of the most accurate portrayals of anxiety and depression I’ve ever seen and that a character isn’t a bad character just because you don’t identify with her.

Some people are awkward but awkward is not the same thing as ditzy. Some people can’t control their emotions very well. And if you think she’s had no development or arc over the course of the show then you aren’t paying attention.

Who remembers THIS quote?

“They had you wrapped up like a present yesterday. Like you were his reward.”

Remember Feyre’s response? “So?”

Remember how angry Rhys was at the response? I can agree with him. Because Feyre was so sick that she honestly didn’t care that Tamlin practically owned her. She didn’t care that she was his goddamn REWARD, as if he had done some heroic thing. As if he hadn’t sat and watched while Feyre faced trials and was dying in the dungeons. She hated herself so much and was so reliant on Tamlin and Ianthe that Tamlin could’ve hit her and raped her and done whatever else to her, and she probably would have fought back the first few times, but would stop fighting after a while. So some people say there’s nothing wrong with her response. I say that EVERYTHING was wrong with her response.

And you know what? Here’s another reason I love Rhysand: he brought back that fight in her. Even the first time she came to the Night Court, she fought him because she loathed him. She gained her power back slowly because he helped her realize she never lost it in the first place. And when she grew to like him, that fight didn’t fade. In fact, it thrived. She healed because Rhys helped her understand she was sick. And when she wasn’t sick anymore, and was able to see that she’d been wrong, he stayed with her. Bonded with her. Loved her. Tamlin hated the fight in Feyre and wanted to stop it; Rhys embraced that flame and fanned it to make it grow.

And you know what? If Feyre looked back now and remembered saying “So?” in response to Rhys’ observation, I’m sure she’d be horrified about it. Her strength is the most imspiring thing in the whole ACOTAR series to me. Yes, the whole “Court of Dreams” thing is wonderful, and having friends as amazing as the Inner Circle is cool, too, but nothing is as awesome (and I mean “awesome” in the old way, not the new) as seeing Feyre overcome her demons, love herself, and become such a strong figure. I aspire to be like her one day. So thank you, Sarah J. Maas, because you did more for me through your stories than most ever would’ve bothered to in real life.

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” - Alice Walker

Yeah! I’m hoping to get home soon. And it was a somber Father’s Day yesterday. But bless my missus, she did the most amazing things for me. She had him dressed in a first Father’s Day outfit and sent over cards and pictures for me carry on the road. Even talking about it now makes me a bit sad. And also, on the opposite side of it, somebody sent me something from our film, of my dad talking about missing me. And I was really emotional on the day. And I didn’t want to see my dad upset as well. So, we had a good Facetime on the plane. I said to my dad, “how strange is it that I’m a dad now?” It is the most amazing thing. And I couldn’t be happier with everything that’s going on in my life right now. I don’t see how I could get any luckier. I should go to Vegas…
—  Liam to Vogue in response to “Are you heading home soon, back to to your son Bear and partner Cheryl?“ (via @thedailypayne)
Nurses and doctors ran from local hospital to save lives in London terror attack
Many Brits are saying emergency services have made them most proud of their country today
By Nicola Oakley

I don’t ordinarily share tablodi articles, but I felt it important to share this one. More than ever, today I’ve been reminded of that Mr. Rogers Quote:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”    
And today we were reminded again of the helpers. I saw a clip in which a police officer called to transfixed passers-by, urging them to run to safety, making sure they got out of the way of danger. I saw the clips of passers by, doctors and nurses from Tommie’s run to the aid of the people who’d been injured. Pictures of politicians giving first aid to victims. 

But also, because, out of all the tragedy and chaos, this image summarises all that is great about the NHS.  A Ward Sister has evidently run out, blankets in tow, ready to distribute them amongst the victims. I don’t know who she and her colleagues are, but I recognise their resilience and their initiative because I see it every day in my amazing nurse colleagues. Despite the pain, I smiled when I saw this image, because of course a Sister would make order out of chaos and sort things out.

Rather than sharing images of the victims at their most bulnerable, I wanted to share an image of some of the formidable people who ran in when every fibre of your being is telling you to run away.

I’m proud to work amongst such people. And though I wish that we didn’t face such difficulties with the NHS, or face attacks like today, there’s nobody else I’d rather be stuck in this situation with than people like them.

BTS reaction to them regretting for breaking up with you

@creepychimchim said:  Hey! New Here Can I request a BTS reaction when they broke up with you for another girl but then they just realise that they love you and they want you back? My english is so bad I’m really sorry for that. Loveeeeeeeeee youuuuuu!💕

- Hiii! Your English is amazing don’t say it’s bad! Enjooy ma lovee and I loveee you too! <3

Jungkook: After some time being with this girl wasn’t the best thing. Most of the nights he will fall asleep with you on his mind, not her. 
She’s not like you, doesn’t like a lot of stuff as you, she doesn’t understand him like you did. Soon after he would feel this regret, seeing you at the caffee with another guy just hanging out. Seeing your smile on your face as he talks to you would bring back a lot of memories when two of you were together. He would lick his lips and want to look away but he can’t. He would realize what kind of a mistake he made. That mistake was losing you. *gif*

Originally posted by kook-tae

Jimin: Seeing you around for few times, he would notice how much beautiful and more gorgeous you got. But you always keep that smile on your face. He guessed you are doing well and good. At night laying in his bed he would look at your messages that you used to send, look at your pictures on instagram. 
He just misses you a lot, even thought he has a girl. He isn’t happy, at all.
Sometimes he wishes to just stop you at the street and talk to you, just to hear your voice again.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung: Not even caring of the girl he is with now, he’ll walk straight up to you and talk to you. He wouldn’t care if you push him away, yell at him, he would try so hard to convince you and make you understand that he made a huge mistake. He knows you still love him, he loves you. You would be shocked at the fact what he is saying even he has his girlfriend. Taehyung would fight for you, do anything just to have you back next to him again.

Originally posted by kthish

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anonymous asked:

prompt: more of even thinking his boyfriend is the funniest/cutest person ever whenever he does anything honestly (see as reference: even's look directed at isak before proceeding to kiss him in disbelief/amazement after the whole "your mother pays me 500 a week no wonder she wants to meet me thing"

Sometimes - most of the time - the way Even looks at Isak still overwhelms him. Isak always shoves his gross feet into Even’s lap whenever he’s cold. Even will complain about how high maintenance he is, but he’ll massage Isak’s feet with a grin. Isak will make some bad joke about atoms and hydrogen bonding that falls flat with the rest of the guys, but Even will still kiss him, even if the rest of their friends have started mental lists of “reasons why Isak isn’t funny and shouldn’t be allowed to try.” Isak will try to rap along to whatever NAS song is playing at the time, and he knows his rapping is subpar at best, but Even gets this dopey look on his face like I chose you, dorkiness and all.

It’s a lot of pressure to handle, especially when it feels like he should be more, the way Even is. Even can pull off ten layers of clothes in all of his hipster glory, even if, by all accounts, he should look like a very sad burrito. Even knows all the best songs, the most artsy movies, and when he gets excited, Isak can hardly keep up. Even’s friends are actually popular, and it’s not fair, because Even’s just transferred to Nissen. Isak’s pretty sure he caught Magnus eating M&M’s off the floor the other day. There’s no parallel universe where his friends are actually cool.

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misunderstandings // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles completely misjudges a situation while trying to impress the girl that he likes

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no


Sliding into her seat only seconds before the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. He had left yet another lengthy note in her locker expressing the long list of things he liked about her. According to him, her beauty could “stop time” and her smile could “cure the world from all things evil.”

Normal people would have found it creepy. Y/N on the other hand knew what it was like to be completely in love with someone who didn’t even know it and sympathized for the poor boy. 

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This is why Sense8 is the best show on Netflix

Listen up you all! This is for everyone who hasn’t watched this amazing groundbreaking show yet, and why you need to see it right now!! 

Also this post is spoiler free so you don’t have to be worried. 

First of all let me introduce you to our main characters:  

Kala Dandekar is a strong independent woman who loves scienes while being religious. She lives in Mumbai and is a devout Hindu. 

She is kind, naive, intelligent, independent all at the same time and I love her for that. She’s honest and always believes the best in people. Kala Dander is a caring person. Her love for the people around her is inspiring. 

Originally posted by netflixsense8gifs

Lito Rodriguez is a man of many strengths. He is extremely hard working and cares so much about his work. While coming to terms with who he is and being that person 100 % of the time. 

He struggles with the industry he’s in, but he will never give up on his dreams. Like all actors he can be quite the drama queen, but he has a heart of gold. He comes from a humble background in Mexico City, Mexico and wants to inspire people all over the world by making art. 

Originally posted by netflixsense8gifs

Riley Blue was born in Iceland but she moved to London. There she is a semi famous DJ known for being one of the best spinners. Her musical skills comes from her dad and she would sit with his dad while he played the piano for her.

She is a strong person who cares deeply about the people she loves. She would do anything to protect them. She has gone through a lot, but the thing about Riley is that she never stops fighting back.

Originally posted by seriestvquotes

Capheus Onyango is the most amazing person you’ll ever see. He is born and raised in Nairobi, Kenya. He lives with his mom and while she’s sick he takes good care of her. 

Capheus a.k.a Van Damme is always smiling. He sees the wonder in the world, even when life gets messy and hard. He cares so much about the country he lives in and wants to make things better for them. 

He get’s over excited with joy all the time and you can’t help but smile when you see him on the screen. 

Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom

(side note there are two people who play this character, but they are both amazing so you will love him anyway)

Originally posted by shimssi

Will Gorski works as a police officer and he’s very passionate about his job. He is a person with lots of compassion and he takes his job very seriously. 

Will is the kind of person who wants everyone to feel safe and loved. His determination for doing what is right makes him the best cop there is. Even though he have a complicated relationship with his father he never stops caring for him. 

Originally posted by rileybleu

Sun Bak is a warrior with a fierce heart. Living as the only daughter in her family she had to take care of her younger brother when their mother died. She comes from Seoul in South Korea. She have a lot of responsibility as she works in her fathers company, but she is not the one who backs away from a challenge. Sun Bak is strong, smart, insightful, trusting and loving. 

But she can also take you out if you break the trust she’s given you. She will come after you with two fists ready to fight. She will do what she believes in with honor, grace and strength. 

Sun is a warrior by heart but don’t let the strong face fool you she also has a gentle heart. 

Originally posted by dear-s2-world

Wolfgang Bogdanow has a lot of demons inside him. Since his family is one of the most powerful crime families in Berlin he isn’t always going by the book. Wolfgang is resourceful, considerate, patient and when he really loves someone  he loves them with all of his heart.

He loathed his father and naturally he also hates the rest of his relatives. The only person in the world he actually considers his family, is  a guy named Felix. Felix and Wolfie have been best friends since childhood and they are more like brothers than friends. 

Wolfgang is clever and witty. He wants to do the right thing, and be different from his family. But he struggles to get rid off what his family have trained him to do and think. He’s loyal to the ones he cares about and he would never give up on them no matter what. 

Originally posted by sensatessource

Nomi Marks is one of the most amazing persons we have on screen. Not only has she gone through a lot, she is the most brave woman you’ll ever meet! Born as a male in a woman body Nomi learned that family does  not always mean by blood. 

She is strong, opinionated, kind and a beak of sunshine. Behind the keyboard she is incredible as a hacker. She’s not afraid of showing people who she is and not afraid of speaking her mind. She is trustworthy, incredibly supportive and above all a fantastic person.  

Originally posted by sense8blog

This show is worth the watch and especially because it represent people all over the world, with all kinds of struggles, hopes and dreams. 

Sense8 is all about unity and amazing characters that feels like real people! It’s about love, compassion and family. It’s about these group of people who are different in so many ways, but still so similar at the same time. 

It’s a about learning, understanding, being united despite who you are or where you come from. 

Sense8 is the best show on netflix because of all these reasons and I hope that if you haven’t watched this show yet you will now. 

Cause as the world is now we need this show more than ever. 


<3 <3 <3 

Tharja Rant

Okay, I see a lot of hate for Tharja (Some aimed directly at me) and I feel a need to explain why I like her and shes one of my favourite characters

I’ll start off with the most glaring issue, the stalking, Im not going to defend her stalking, but as its stated in her support with Gaius, she has the power to completely make Robin fall in love with her, but she chooses not out of respect and faith that if Robin was to love her, it would have to be legit romance, she would rather be alone than to actually force him to love her. Which is why I find it really cute when Robin does realise she actually cares for him and how shes a kinder person than what she first appears to be.

In many of her supports she shows that shes worried about how people think of her, about how she thinks some people thinks she will betray them, she doesn’t think people would actually want to just be friends with her so she shuts herself out, but slowly opens up to those she cares about, she goes out of her way to perform curses and hexes in order to help others out, including letting a ghost control her body which could even kill her in order for Gregor to talk to his brother

She has a strange desire to hide that shes done something nice for other people, even to request the people who knows to not tell others, and with her support with Virion clicks on that Tharja used him but only to assist others, to cook for the army and to build a bridge for children to use to cross a river.

Now about how shes dressed, and how shes a “Slut”, this is just what Dark Mages wear, its never really explained as to why, but Tharja doesn’t seem to mind, she states she doesn’t care all to much about appearances or sexual appeal to Vaike when he states that Robin has a hot body. And during the Summer Scramble she declares how she doesnt think anyone would like her body saying “Nobody would want to see ME in this” when putting on her swimsuit, and how shes always holding a tome to her chest to cover her boobs. I dont really see how this is her being a “slut”

And now for one of the things that bother me the most, people who say Tharja is abusive to Noire, and I want to point out people who say they Hate Tharja because shes a stalker yet they “Love Noire”, its clear that these people are just using Noire as tool to voice their hate for Tharja and that they dont know anything about Noire, since Noire herself has a stalker like crush.

Its stated, multiple times that Tharja loves Noire, and how protective she is of her, she will murder and actually did die to save her. She sees amazing potential in Noire when it comes to curses but she refuses to teach her that because they’res a chance that it could backfire and hurt Noire, as stated earlier with Gregor.

In The Future Past DLC, Tharja makes a joke to Noire that she could have been resurrected from the dead, Noire is so happy to she her mother and she begs to never lose her mother again, Tharja then feels guilty about a joke that struck the wrong cord, apologises to her and informs her that shes not her mother but from a different world, she doesnt have a lot of time but wants to make sure that anyone who attempted to cause harm to her suffers, Noire starts crying tears of joy and Tharja doesnt understand how to deal with that and announces that shes going to start fighting to defend Noire, Noire says “This is just like old times”, which is saying that shes always been protective of Noire

As for the cursing Tharja did to Noire, I believe, with all the other things taken into consideration from her other supports and conversations with Noire, I believe that Tharja was cursing her in order to make Noire stronger, so that Noire could survive, since Tharja knew she wouldn’t be able to protect her forever. Its stated that Noire never used a bow in her life, yet when she needed to she was an expert with it, Tharja has been improving her capabilities, but the one thing Tharja couldnt bring herself to change is Noires personality, her timidness would get in the way to much, but Tharja doesnt want to force her to be different, which is why she created Noires Talisman, something Noire has control over to help also improve herself when she needs it

She loves Noire but just is afraid to show it, she doesn’t understand how to raise a child and just does what she knows, Tharja herself  was also cursed as a child so this is normal to her. In the end it states that Noire sticks around so she can stay with her mother and have more time together and to assist in raising the current timeline Noire, which is one of the most touching things in my opinion.

Its all this, that you have to take from multiple supports and consideration is why I love Tharja, she feels like an actual person, she has her own desires, fears, worries and her own personality starts to form with all this. And yet people just say shes a whore based on what she wears.

Tharja and Robin is my OTP, and I love them both so much

backtothestart02  asked:

Top 10 favorite things you love about westallen. Go!

Originally posted by candicanesunited


*frantically shaking magic eight ball*

Here we go: my “ten” favorite Westallen things.

I love that:

  • Iris never needed powers to be the most important person in Barry’s life, before or after the lightning strike.
  • Barry’s love for Iris never wavered.
  • Iris believed in The Flash before she knew who was under the mask.
  • Barry’s anchor, the single most important thing in any one timeline and universe, is Iris.
  • Iris always wanted Barry to meet the right person, someone who would “appreciate him for the amazing person she was always telling him he was” – whether or not it was her. 
  • Barry grew to respect the space between them (i.e. not sabotage her relationship with her other SOs) and even said she could have a happy future with someone else after confessing his love for her.
  • Iris met The Flash on the rooftop and fell in love.
  • Barry let Iris see him at his most vulnerable: masked-up, nothing-to-lose.
  • Iris respected The Flash’s privacy, even though she wanted to know more.
  • Barry, on Earth-2: “She is Iris!”
  • Iris, Flashpoint: “You are really cute, Barry Allen.”
  • Barry’s last words, both times, were for Iris: “I’m okay, Iris;” “I love you, Iris.”
  • Iris’ last words were “Barry, I love you.”
  • Barry thought of Iris as his Something.
  • Iris thought of Barry as her best friend for life.
  • Barry considered the bowling alley to be one of his favorite places in the world.
  • Iris did, too.
  • Barry didn’t hesitate when Iris needed help: he told her to jump and ran to catch her.
  • Iris jumped.  (Barry caught her.)
  • Barry promised Iris he’d get back Joe from Mark Mardon.  (And, in a way, he did.)
  • Iris: “I have not been able to stop thinking about you.  Because I didn’t want to.”
  • Barry’s blue spark only ever appeared for Iris.  (Even when he “repeated the feat” to revive Jesse, the spark was yellow).
  • Iris knew it was Barry from that spark alone.
  • Barry’s first real decision after waking up from a coma was to see Iris.  (Before Henry, before Joe, before anything else.)
  • Iris hugged Barry so hard the sincerity still carries through, three seasons and countless worlds later.
  • Barry broke Grodd’s mind control with Iris’ help.
  • Iris found her love for journalism because of Barry’s encouragement.
  • Barry’s relief when he saw Iris was okay after the Tockman incident was palpable.
  • Iris’ relief when Barry came back from the Speed Force after she pulled him out was even more intense.
  • Barry stopped thinking rationally when Iris was in danger because he’d rather get hurt than risk her getting hurt.
  • Iris was willing to give up the engagement temporarily to stop Barry from worrying about both of them so he could focus on himself.
  • Barry always wanted to tell Iris he was The Flash.
  • Iris helped teach Barry how to defend himself (boxing).
  • Barry took off after the mugger who stole Iris’ laptop.
  • Iris spent a lot of time with Barry while he was in a coma.
  • Barry saw four people in the Speed Force (on the first visit): three were his foster/parents.  One was Iris.  The most important people in his life.
  • Iris trusted Barry to keep her safe.
  • Barry was devastated the one time he couldn’t.  (Fast Lane.)
  • Iris and Barry both made peace with each other’s former SOs (Eddie and Linda, respectively).
  • Barry gave Iris a replica of her mother’s wedding band for Christmas.  Because he remembered she lost it on a fifth grade field trip and cried for weeks about it.
  • Iris got Barry a wallet the same year he leased an apartment in both their names and apologized.
  • Barry just beamed.
  • Iris comforted Barry after he had a nightmare about Savitar.
  • Barry comforted Iris after he told her about the vision of the future.
  • Iris used the same affectionate gestures as Barry, including hugs, cradling his face, and kissing his forehead.
  • Barry’s timing was often synchronized with Iris’, from facial expressions to the moment they both stepped in for a hug.  (See above.)
  • Iris helped blinded Barry around.
  • Barry earnestly confessed how much he supported her even though he couldn’t see.
  • Iris stole Barry’s fries.  (And while he rebuffed her, he didn’t get angry.)
  • Barry told Iris she looked really nice.  (And while she rolled her eyes, she didn’t deny it.)
  • Iris cancelled a date for the particle accelerator launch.
  • Barry risked a paradox to get a video from Eddie for Iris months later because he wanted to give her more closure.
  • Iris defended Barry as a kid even though Henry was widely accepted as a murderer (recall: even Joe thought Henry was guilty).
  • Barry’s greatest fear is losing Iris.
  • Iris’ expression during the Enter Zoom finale and her whispered Barry in a crowded room reveal hers.
  • Barry bought Iris a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers and promptly arranged them into her name.
  • Iris accepted “all of him.”  Barry, and The Flash.
  • Barry wanted to be “stupid in love” with Iris.
  • Iris: “This is what love feels like.”
  • Barry panicked when Iris’ life was in danger and stayed at her side every second in Untouchable.
  • Iris and Barry shared many a lovely kiss on the couch.
  • Barry and Iris also shared many a lovely hug elsewhere.
  • Iris communicated her feelings to Barry, happy, sad, angry, scared, and everything in between.
  • Barry reciprocated.
  • Iris was the reason there was The Flash.
  • Barry admitted his crushing grief to her in the wake of Henry’s death.
  • Iris told him she would wait for him.  “Wherever you need to go – I will wait for you.”
  • (And she did.)
  • Barry?  Sang for her.  An original song.  Because that is how much he loves her: there are simply no words strong enough to express it.
  • And here we are: Barry and Iris still as deeply in love as they were in the beginning, but more refined.  They know each other better, understand their relationship more clearly, respect each other more than ever.  They’re partners, teammates.  They’re each other’s world.  They have a beautiful relationship, an unwavering love that shows.  And it won’t die.
First for Everything

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Can you do a fic where the reader got drunk and got into a car accident because her and jughead got into a fight the same night.

Can you do an imagine where Jughead and reader are dating and she was in a car accident and now has coma. Maybe nobody knows if she will wake up and Jughead is just so distraught but eventually everything turns out good. Angsty and first but then fluffy at the end

Warnings: Drunk driving (don’t do it, kids), Swearing, Alcohol consumption

Wordcount: 2,280

A/N: More combined prompts! I hope that’s okay! (I do this because I don’t want to make too many stories with the same type of plot, and I don’t want to run out of things to post for you guys!) Hopefully my stories can fill the void between episodes.  I also have some song fics in the works and B&B coming out soon! (Y/D/N) = your dad’s name Ps. my friend just finished 13 Reasons Why and we started talking about heavy stuff so my hands started shaking when I was typing the last bit so that was my cue that the story needed to be posted and also that’s why its v emotional ok i love you all. 

Riverdale turned upside down Sophomore year, the murder of Jason Blossom, new girl Veronica, the closing of the Drive-In. A year later, Riverdale is starting to get back to normal. The murder is solved, Veronica isn’t new, and the Drive-In construction is almost complete. People begin to relax and enjoy the rest of high school, finding new relationships in the process, the most noticeable being (Y/N) and Jughead’s.

Two years later and suddenly it’s Senior Year.

Senior year of high school is always portrayed as one of the best years of a person’s life. People always say that it will be remembered forever, and that it’s something people will always want to go back to.

(Y/N) is trying to make it count for that reason, trying to have as much fun as she can. She has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect set of friends, and a full ride to her top pick college. All she needs are the memories.

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a party at Cheryl’s house. Betty and Veronica are going, and she’s pretty sure they’ve convinced Archie and Kevin to go.

“Come on, babe, please?” she asks, putting on a promise ring he gave her for their one year anniversary.

“Me? At a party? You can’t be serious.” Jughead responds, leaning against his elbows on the bed.

“I’ll be fun, just this once.” she says, walking over and straddling his waist on the bed. She leans down and presses her lips to his gently, holding the collar of his shirt in her hands. His hands go to hold her waist.

“No, (Y/N), you know how I feel about these things.” he whispers against her lips, pulling back ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything.” she pleads, trying anything to get some company at the party. She doesn’t want to be alone, as she for sure knows that Betty and Ronnie will probably be flirting, Archie and Val will be there together, and who knows how drunk Kevin will be to be an actual human to hang out with. She just wants him to be there, for once. She wants him to be there with her.

“I don’t want to be around that atmosphere.” he says, lifting her up and setting her down to the bed before standing up and going over to his backpack that is by the door.

“I’ll be there.” she says, looking at him from the bed.

“And I’ve told you about ten times that we should just stay in and watch a movie.” he shrugs his shoulders, pulling out his laptop and sitting in the bay window. He opens it the screen lights up his face. He is beautiful, she thinks.

“That’s no fun.” she says before she can stop herself. She loves spending time with him, just the two of them, but she yearned to show her boyfriend off, and how amazing he is.

“It used to be.” he shoots back. They used to spend every friday watching a movie, and he doesn’t know where those times went. All he wants is to have her all to himself, and partying isn’t really his thing in the first place. He spends most of his time around the stench of alcohol thanks to his dad, he doesn’t need to do that with (Y/N).

She stands up with a huff and goes to her closet, pulling out a few different pairs of shoes to see which one will go the best with her outfit. “Well sorry if I actually want to be social for a change.” she says under her breath, hoping he can’t hear.

He does, and she can tell because he closes his laptop, creating a sudden loud noise that makes her jump, “And I’m glad you are, but does it have to be at her house?” he questions, “The one who’s made fun of you for what? All of grade school?”

She rolls her eyes at the words. Sure, Cheryl had bullied her most of middle school, and sure Jughead and Archie were the ones who were always there, but that doesn’t mean that people can’t change. Cheryl has been doing good things for the school since her brother died, and (Y/N) believes that this party invite is the final step in getting over their long feud.

“She’s changed.” is all she says, in a monotone voice.

It’s his turn to whisper something under his breath, “Doubt it.”

“Since when am I not allowed to parties?” she turns on him, staring him down.
“I never said you couldn’t go.” he gets defensive.

“Well it sure sounds like you don’t want me to.” she raises her eyebrows and puts her hands on her hips.

“I don’t want you to, but I’m not going to control your every move.” that’s something he promised himself he would never do. He never wants to be controlling, or tell anyone else what to do. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially (Y/N). He loves her too much to ever do that to her, the way her hair gently falls over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle, even in the dim light of her room. In the heat of this moment, she was still gorgeous to him.

“Yeah sure.” she scoffs, now folding her arms over her chest. She knows she’s blowing this out of proportion, but this is the third time he hasn’t want to go out with her to try to have fun.

“I don’t, (Y/N).” He snaps back. This is the first time he’s even remotely raised his voice. Normally, when they have a disagreement they talk it out like normal adults, but tonight there’s an energy in the air that’s making him tired, he doesn’t want to argue any more, “Just leave and go hang out with that godforsaken redhead and her gang if you want to so badly.”

“Fine. I will.” she grabs her purse and storms out of her room, leaving Jughead to sit in the bay window until she returns. He opens his laptop, ready to right the next chapter in his book.

‘There’s a first for everything.’ he titles the chapter, looking at the door. He hears a slam from downstairs and knows that she’s left the house.

She gets into her car and blasts the radio.

It hits her that that was their first fight, the first time that they’ve been short with each other. Maybe it’s the impending graduation, as they’ve never really discussed the future. She’s more of a live in the now type of person anyway, so she hasn’t put much thought into it. She knows where she’s going, her school is all picked out, but Jughead? She isn’t sure.

She has to resist to go back into her house and apologize. Of course Jug would want to spend a lot of time with her, he doesn’t want to lose her. Maybe he thinks he already has.

She clears her mind of it though, and promises herself she will apologize tomorrow.

She pulls out of the driveway and heads to Cheryl’s.

Two shots in, her vision begins to blur, she starts to forget why she’s mad.

Four shots in, she’s dancing on the living room floor with Ronnie and Kevin, doesn’t even remember why her and Jughead had a fight.

Six shots and a solo cup of Jungle juice in and she can barely walk straight, memory sure to be gone in the morning.

It’s past 4am, and (Y/N)’s decided it’s time to turn in for the night. In her own bed.

“(Y/N) don’t goooooo.” Ronnie says, pulling her arm while she begins to get on her jacket and head for the door, “The night is young and so are we. Defy authority.”

“I’ve defied enough tonight.” she giggles and pulls her keys out from her pocket.

No one stops her.

Everyone is too drunk to care if she leaves.

She doesn’t call an Uber.

She thinks she’s sober enough.

She gets behind the wheel, starts the car and blasts the radio.

She pulls out, trying too hard to concentrate on the way home from Cheryl’s.

A wrong turn, she’s not paying attention.

Headlights coming in from the passenger side on an intersection.

A tail spin, a pole smashed.

Her head hit the steering wheel, then the window, breaking skin.

Her leg, crushed against the bottom of the dashboard.

A siren in the distance.


Jughead wakes up in her bed to a phone ringing.

Her parents are away on business, and he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep there.

He stretches his arms and walks to the house phone, answering it as if he’s supposed to be there.

“Hello?” he asks, trying to seem as old as possible.

“Is this (Y/D/N)?” the voice on the other end asks. It’s unfamiliar. Jughead tenses, he was expecting a call from (Y/N).

“Yes.” he lies.

“I’m sorry, sir, but your daughter was in a car crash-” the world fades in and out of focus. He stops hearing the voice for a minute, grabbing a hold of the nearest possible surface to steady himself.

He hangs up the phone right after the voice tells him what hospital they’re at. He isn’t sure what the voice said about her condition, his memory blurring as the words ‘car crash’ play over and over in his brain, becoming imprinted in his mind’s eye.

He barely remembers driving to the hospital, he’s in the door so quick.

“(Y/N).” he says, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Where is she?”

The front desk woman doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t stop him. She points him down the hall, “Room 208.” is all she says.

He dashes down the hall, only to see something that doesn’t look like his girlfriend.

Her leg is in a cast, suspended in the air. There’s bandages surrounding her forehead and upper arms, her face swollen in odd places from the impacts.

“How is she?” he asks, slowly walking into the quiet room. The only one in there is the nurse, tending to her wounds.

“Doctor suspects a Moderate Traumatic Brain Injury. She’s in a sort of coma like state. She may wake up in minutes or hours, we don’t know. If nothing goes wrong she should be fine. She’s a lucky one, she is.” the nurse says, before patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room.

“I’m the lucky one.” he says into the air, to no one.

He pulls up a chair and sits by her bed. He laces his fingers through her hand and rests his head on them. He doesn’t know if this is when he should pray, as he has never really done anything like this before. He decides to just write out in his mind what he’s going to say to her when she wakes up. There’s no ‘ifs’ in this scenario. She has to wake up, she has to know that he’s so sorry.

He beats himself up, he should’ve been there with her, he shouldn’t have practically pushed her out the door. He should’ve tried harder to make her stay.

There are so many things he could’ve done to prevent this, and he didn’t do any of them, and (Y/N) suffered the consequences. He will never forgive himself if something happens to her, if she doesn’t come back from this.

He let his stupid thoughts and feelings get in the way of spending time with the woman he loves. Sure, he was jealous of her college acceptance, but he feels now, in his soul, that if they can make it through this, they can make it through anything.

He just hopes, with all of his being, that they can make it through this.

Her breath stirs, she shifts underneath the sheet.

Jug-” a breathless name from her lips.

He tightens his grip on her hands, making his presence known.

“I’m here, my love, i’m here.” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice. He needs her to be okay.

“I’m sorry.” are the next words that escape her lips. Her eyes slowly flutter open, looking at her boyfriend who’s sitting there holding her hands. She can’t move, so all she can do is talk to him, make eye contact with him. She wants to do so much more. She wants to kiss him and hold him.

“No, no… shhhh. It’s not your fault.” what he’s written in his head goes out the window.

“I was drunk. I ran a light. I made you upset. I’m sorry.” a tear falls from her eyes, barely escaping to trail down her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” he says, not able to look in her eyes any longer.

“Why are you apologizing?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand back now, able to regain some feeling in the rest of her limbs. She’s still feeling dazed, the antibiotics and drugs only beginning to fade as her mind comes back to what happened.

“For not being there when you needed me.” he says his voice cracking, trying not to get emotional. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lost her, if something worse happened.

“You’re here now.” she offers, trying to smile as best she can. He looks up at her. Seeing her there, seeing her alive, brought a wave of joy over him that he didn’t realize would come. He smiles at her, gently standing up.

He cups her face softly, placing a small kiss on her lips. They’re still her lips, still her face. It’s all still her.

“I am. And I’m never leaving.”

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The girl no one noticed 2 || D.H.

A/N: I wrote a little second part to this story. This week was so damn stressful for me and I’m just glad it’s Friday now.

Word Count: 1.1K

POV: Dan


“Who are you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her or at all those amazing things in her room. A small smirk played with Y/n’s lips. She knew that most people would never get to know her well enough to see this side of her. There was barely anybody who knew her like this and that was the way she wanted it to be.

What I didn’t know was that she had decided that I was worthy enough to find out a bit more about who she really was. Little by little.

“Do you want to order some food now?” she asked instead of answering my question and unlocked her phone.

We decided to get some pizza and after it arrived we devoured it sitting on her bed. We even started talking about school, complained about teachers and we also talked about our favourite bands. I couldn’t stop mentioning how amazing her room was and how much I loved Green Day and playing video games.

After eating as much as she could Y/N asked me if I wanted her last two slices of pizza and I gladly took them.

“We should probably start with the assignment.” Y/N then said, holding her full belly.

It took us  three full hours to finish our presentation on the book. I tried to distract her a lot and constantly fooled around but I think I was also helpful from time to time.  

“Can we please play The Last of us 2 now?” I pleaded, after Y/N had written down the last sentence. She put away all of her notes and pens and finally closed her book.

I was stretched out on her bed, feeling extremely exhausted. I was in desperate need of a break and some fun. After concentrating for three straight hours my brain had become useless.

“Fine.” She gave in, unable to hide a smile as she turned on her TV and PS4.

“Catch!” She then shouted after she had thrown a controller at me. Since she didn’t warn me early enough I wasn’t able to react soon enough. The hard controller hit my chest and I yelped in pain. Y/N stuck her tongue out at me and giggled, making it impossible for me to be mad at her.

She sat down next to me on the bed, we both had a controller in our hands. As we were fighting zombies our knees and shoulders accidently brushed a couple of times but I didn’t want to move away and neither did she.

I felt like electricity was rushing through my body every time we touched and it was a feeling a had never experienced before.

I totally forgot that time was something that existed while being with her. While we were having fun playing, it was already getting dark outside. At 7pm there was a knock on the door to her room. The sudden noise made me jump in fear because I was focusing so hard on escaping from a few zombies. Sitting in a dark room wasn’t helping either.

“Come in.” Y/n shouted, after she had recovered from the shock. A little squeal had actually left her mouth as the knock on the door jump scared us.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. She had the same hair colour and height as Y/N.

“Honey, I am h-“ she started but stopped as her eyes landed on me. There was surprise written all over her face.

“I didn’t know that we have a visitor.” She smiled, her eyes were filled with curiosity. I guess Y/N didn’t invite a lot of people over to her house.

I got up to introduce myself to Y/N’s mum. “Hi, my name is Dan.” I politely said, shaking her hand.

“Y/N never told me about her charming boyfriend.” Mrs Y/L/N raised an eyebrow and smiled.

I could hear Y/N groan in the background. I glanced over my shoulder to look at her. She was still sitting on her bed, her cheeks bright red.

“Muuumm!” she groaned in embarrassment much to her mother’s amusement.

“We- we are like uhm. We are not uhm dating.” I stuttered, not sure if what I said even made sense.

“Sure.” Mrs Y/L/N said with a wink. “Why don’t you stay for Dinner, Dan?” she then added and I gladly accepted her kind offer.

“Sorry for my mum, she’s just excited that I invited somebody over.” Y/N apologized as soon as the middle-aged lady had left the room to prepare dinner.

“Yeah.. don’t worry.” I awkwardly told her, as I plopped down next to her on the bed again.

“I don’t know why she thought we are dating.” Y/N added, avoiding my eyes.

“Right? Crazy idea.” I continued, scratching the back of my neck.

“Totally.” Y/N agreed, looking up from the ground.

And then it happened. In the matter of a second. I saw the beautiful colour of her eyes shortly before our lips got so close they were touching. We were both surprised by our own actions. It felt like my body was a ticking time bomb that exploded as soon as her lips finally met mine.

The explosion tore down a wall somewhere inside my body that had previously captured some of the most fantastic emotions and they were all free now. I had never felt like this before. It was the first time ever that I felt that wholesome.

It was like my brain was smiling while our lips moved against each other.

Her hand quickly travelled to my cheek as she deepened the kiss.

I had never thought it was possible for my heart to beat that fast, but it did.

Then the downfall. The low after the high.

“Dinner is rea-“ I heard somebody shout. Y/N quickly pulled away. Her mother stopped in the middle of her tracks. She was halfway through the door still holding the door handle.

“I’m so sorry.” She genuinely apologized as Y/N buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready.” Her mother quickly repeated before she headed out of the room.

As soon as she left we suddenly busted into laughter. Both of our cheeks were bright red and it was such an absurd situation. We had kissed! And then her mother interrupted us… We were too speechless to say anything, so we laughed. And that was enough. 

After we had calmed down we walked downstairs to not let her mum wait too long. On the way, I shyly took Y/N’s hand.  

As soon as we sat down on the dinner table Y/N’s mum looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Not dating, huh?” she then asked, cocking one eyebrow.

Body Talk

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Words:   752
Requested by @secretlittledelights:  A plus size insecure reader and Gabriel? 

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, let me know. :)

         You groaned loudly before slamming the closet door and just falling back on the bed, putting your arm over your eyes.

           “What’s wrong, Sugar?” Gabriel was by your side in a second, sensing your distress immediately.

           “Doesn’t matter,” you said.

           “Of course it matters,” he lied down next to you, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

           “I can’t find anything to wear,” you grumbled.

           “What? Y/N, you have a whole closet of clothes.”

           “I look terrible in everything,” you said, not moving your arm.

           You felt Gabriel stiffen and shift, “What did you say?”

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a-broke-in-heart  asked:

Hi! I have been binge reading all your imagines. Lol(ol) they are just so good! You're an amazing writer! Will you please do an imagine where the RFA characters (plus V and Saeran) finally propose to MC, please?

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet! ^^ I hope you like it! Here it is…

RFA + Saeran and V proposing to MC


  • He was getting established as one of the most promising actors of the country and was in good terms with his family. So yes, it was time.
  • He wanted something grand as that RFA party when he introduced you to the world as his girlfriend
  • So he planned to propose you on stage during his musical, right after the first act, as he told the director and the whole staff. The director said it would be better if he could do it during intermission, so it wouldn’t delay the whole exchange of scenarios. Zen wasn’t pleased, but he could understand
  • He was only hoping that not too many people would get off their seats and stay to watch what he’s planned for you.
  • The night finally came, he was feeling more nervous than usual, nothing could go wrong! So when the first act ended, he quickly came back to the stage: “Excuse me, everybody. Before you get up, I just have to say something to a very special, lady who’s here today.”
  • “You see, I introduced her to all of you a couple of years ago, and after all this time, there wasn’t a single day she didn’t make me feel the happiest man of the world. Even when press criticized us for living together without being married, she didn’t mind and stood by my side, loving me and supporting me. So, I just want to make it clear I’m not doing this to make media shut up, I’m just making it official something I know it’s right for the first time I looked at her.  So, MC, would you mind coming up here?”
  • He looked at your usually reserved seat, but… you weren’t there? Where were you? He started panicking and looking to everybody, oh… that was so embarrassing.
  • You got back from the bathroom, you couldn’t hold until intermission, so you left a few minutes before the end of first act. When you got back, you saw Zen on stage… what was he doing there? “Oh… there she is!” and the whole crowd looked at you.
  • Oh my… can’t a girl pee right now? You looked around very puzzled, what was happening? “Miss, you should go up that stage…” said one person in the audience. What? Why?
  • “MC, come here, babe.” He was trying to stay calm, but you always knew when he was about to freak out, he was a good actor, but you knew him better. So you went up that freaking stage before things could get even weirder for you. “What’s happening?”
  • “MC, where were you? I was so worried…” he hugged you ”I… was… outside…” you wouldn’t tell all those people you were in the bathroom, for god’s sake! “Oh my God, for a second I thought you didn’t like the musical and went home. Can you imagine? Proposing to her on a musical she didn’t like it?” he asked the audience.
  • “Wait, you proposed to me?” “What?” “What what now?” “You… proposed to me… now?” “Oh… oh, you didn’t hear it, right? Oh, I’m so stupid! Crap, let me start it again… just…” “No! No… just… say it.”
  • “Are you sure? (you nodded positively, smiling) Okay… so… (he went down on one knee and showed the ring) MC, will you… marry me?” “YES! OF COURSE!” you hugged him as he got up and gave him a quick and sweet kiss. The audience stood up and applauded.
  • You had the chance to watch his speech on the news later, but what made you two laugh was the fact that the media was thinking this was an act prepared by both of you. Everybody was enchanted by the couple that managed to turn a marriage proposal into a little comedy sketch and entertain everybody during intermission.


  • He is a big geek, we all know that. But he didn’t know you were a bigger geek than him.
  • You have big collections of mangas and action figures from animes and video games and all that stuff. He loves it so much! You are, indeed, a truly match!
  • And Comic Con was finally coming to Seoul, so proposing to you there felt like the obvious move. You made him a very cool LOLOL cosplay and you had your own too.
  • He wasn’t happy about all those guys looking to your very revealing cosplay, but you kept holding his hand, showing everybody you were taken by this cool and sweet dude right there.
  • But then, somebody approached him: “Here! I found the guy! Let’s go, you’re late! “Late for what?” he tried to escape “For the cosplay contest!” “Wait, I’m not… I didn’t… sign up for it…” The staff member didn’t even hear it, he was just so busy and needed everything done, plus, it was crowded there and Yoosung barely whispered in panic. Oh no… the proposal…
  • You lost him in the crowd, so there were you looking for the cosplay contest. Why didn’t you sign up for it? Nevermind, you needed to save your very shy and stage frightened boyfriend that was about to face an even huge crowd now.
  • You found the cosplay contest and he was next in line to perform. He surprisingly spotted you, actually, it was no surprise, you were so special and unique to his eyes he would find you in bigger crowds than this.
  • And as he looked at you like that, he knew he should take the best out of this situation, so when it was his turn, he actually performed it! He knew by heart all those character moves and it was so good to watch it! People were living for it, and you were… mesmerized.
  • He got a full ovation from the crowd, and he could only look at you smiling widely and cheering him. So when the host came to talk to him, he knew this was the moment. “So, contestant number 5, we can all agree this was freaking amazing, dude!” “Yeah, thanks, I’m just… doing everything I can to impress my fiancée over there!” he pointed at you, you were so happy and he looked so cool and… what? What did he say? “I mean, she’s not my fiancée yet, but I hope she’ll be after I do this…” and he went down on one of his knees, the host and everybody were freaking out: “JESUS CHRIST, GIRL! COME ON TO THAT STAGE RIGHT NOW! THIS IS GEEK LOVE, EVERYBODY!”
  • You felt your heart overflowing in love for him, you could not believe you were seeing this new and bold side of him in such a special moment, so you went to that stage and the host handled the mic to Yoosung. “MC, will you marry me?” “Yes… I will…” your voice was breaking because you were crying. He put the ring in your finger and you kissed.
  • The crowd was going crazy! Most of people thought this was adorable, but you swear you could hear some of those fanatic LOLOL fans shrugging: “Pffff! This isn’t even cannon.”


  • Truth be told, she didn’t mind too much about getting married officially, you two loved each other, lived together, wasn’t that enough?
  • But you told her how much you considered same gender marriage a huge political statement, and she caught herself thinking about this a few times
  • So she knew she had to do this! Not only for you two, but for every girl who doesn’t think she’ll ever find true love and happiness just because she’s not straight
  • She wanted something big, she was always so discreet about everything, her love for you couldn’t be discreet!
  • She had a few ideas, but none of them seemed grand enough, so she asked for advice to the person who was all about grandness: Zen.
  • Zen told her to bring you to some of his musicals. After the show was over, she could propose in front of the whole audience. Grand, romantic, and for everybody to see… Yep, that would do!
  • But he told her not to buy the rings yet… she didn’t understand, but he said she should trust him. Would he buy the rings for you? “Hmmm… will I?” that’s all he said
  • So the day came, and she could barely pay attention to the musical, which you found… odd.
  • When it was over, Zen gathered everybody’s attention before they could go and said that a good friend of him had something really important to say to another good friend of him.
  • You two came up on stage, you were a little puzzled. “MC, I can’t even express in words how much you changed my life in such a little time. I was so lost in life, stressed and relying on money… but life is so much more than that, right? It’s also about finding happiness, and you are this God’s gift who managed to bring me happiness in both professional and personal fields, it’s also about being able to love whoever you desire, and you’re the one I love, MC. So… will you marry me?” sh
  • You did a very exaggerated offended face: “Oh no, Zen! Can you believe she stole my line?” she looked at you two and you both were smiling in a playful way, now she was the one who looked puzzled. “MC? Zen? What’s happening?”
  • “Well, apparently MC here loves a plot twist!” Zen said cheerfully. “What do you mean? MC, what’s going on? I don’t…” so you went down on one of your knees and took the rings out of your pocket “I mean, I’m not trying to copy you,but… will you marry me?” you never saw her smile so widely, it was absolutely hypnotizing! “Well, I asked first, you know…”
  • So you were both on your knees standing in a front of a whole audience who was waiting to see which one of you would say “yes” first.
  • And you did, because yes, she asked first, but you reminded her: “But I thought about it first! Zen here is my witness when we went to buy the rings.”  
  • “Oh, who cares about that? Just kiss it already!” Zen yelled and the audience applauded. So you two did it. Amazing, she wanted to show everybody her feelings for you, but now, in front of this crowd, but all she could see was you.


  • With him is quite the opposite. He was used to do grand things for you all the time. Renting a movie theatre for your movie night, for example?
  • But something important like this should be shared only between the most important people, so he asked you to invite your family to dinner in his penthouse, he would invite his father and this would be a lovely family confraternization., that’s what he told you.
  • You could tell he was nervous, he was clearing his throat a lot and loosening up his tie, but what was really suspicious is that Elisabeth the 3rd was nowhere to be found.
  • As much as you loved your parents and liked Mr Chairman, you were feeling a little uncomfortable, why was everything so formal? Even Jumin looked stiff, well, stiffer than usual. This didn’t look natural to you…
  • At some point in dinner, Jumin proposed a toast to “the amazing woman who came without a warning to change my life forever, and to how grateful I am for that.” You blushed, a little flustered since your parents were there.
  • “Now, to the main event of the night, I’ll need Elisabeth the 3rd’s help with something. Elisabeth?” he called in a sweet tone. Nothing…
  • “Elisabeth? the 3rd?” now it sounded a little concerned. “Oh my… just wait a little, MC!” he patted your arm and let you in the dining room. Awkward…
  • Why was he taking so long? You were tired of waiting, so you went to look for her too. “MC, let me take care of this, please.” “Let me help, I’m worried too” and it’s freaking awkward in the dining room, please…
  • “It’s not about worrying, MC, it’s just… oh no, Elisabeth!” and there she was, sleeping next to the window, her collar was destroyed. “Oh, poor thing, Jumin! She hates those collars, why you insist on…?” and then you saw something shining against the moonlight. “MC, I didn’t planned to be like this, let’s just go back…” “Jumin, is this…?”
  • “Yes, it is! But I would much rather do in front of our families and…” “Do it, Elisabeth is here, she’s family.” “Are you sure?” you smiled and whispered a yes.
  • “Ok, I… prepared a speech, but it was a different scenario on my mind, so I guess I should improv? MC, I… everyday with you feels like a new journey to me, I never was the adventurous type, but you give me such a need to explore! Explore the world with you, explore new feelings, new sensations,new ways to make you happy, anyway… I want to explore a married life with you, MC.Will you join me in this journey? Will you marry me?” he got on his knee and went to put the ring on your finger. “Oh… we should sanitize it first, who knows how long it is on the floor?” “Nah, I don’t mind it, just put it” seeing how you were so sure and happy, he obliged and smiled softly, you went down to kiss him sweetly.
  • You went back to the dining room and shared the big news. Jumin was more relaxed, Elisabeth was with you two… okay, now this feels natural.


  • Marrying at the space station? Pretty much impossible! Proposing at a space station simulator developed by NASA still in test phase? Not that impossible…
  • All he needed to do was create a force task of very skilled hackers and a powerful man with a lot of influence to protect you if you get caught. That is, Saeran, himself, Vanderwood and Jumin.
  • So he blindfolded you saying he had a surprise, you just knew you got into a plane and then on a car, and Saeyoung kept giving and receiving instructions during all the trip.
  • When he said you could take off the blindfold, he just gave you this special suit. Put it on fast. We don’t have much time left” he was so serious… what was happening?
  • You obliged, yet very confused. And looked at him as if he was suspicious as he took your hand and leaded you to this big construction.
  • You just felt your feet get out off the floor and when you noticed, you and him were floating. Like… there was no gravity… oh, you got it now…
  • “MC, I wish I could make this last longer, but we don’t have much time, I just need you to know that I love you! The universe is so big, yet we two managed to find each other right here on Earth and…” “I can’t believe you are saying something so tacky, you fool!” it was Saeran through the wireless earpiece Saeyong was using. “Yes, dude.You planned this whole operation and couldn’t even come up with a good speech?” Vanderwood agreed.
  • “Shut up! you got scared, thinking he was talking to you. “No,MC! I’m talking to the guys with this, see?” “Saeyoung, what’s happening?”you asked, very confused
  • “Oh… is that, hum… I… I just…” “Can you believe this? He won’t shut up at home, and now he can’t even form a whole sentence?” it was Saeran again. “Dude, wrap it up! We don’t know how long we can hold this for you!” “Will you two back off? I mean, not from the operation, but… can you two give us some privacy? “I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you!” Vanderwood cussed.
  • The three kept arguing, watching a guy apparently discussing with himself in a place with no gravity? Yep, definitely your definition of fun! But then you saw something shiny slipping away from Saeyoung’s suit and floating, it was round and silver, it was…
  • “Saeyoung… is this…?” he looked at you flustered when you caught the floating ring. “MC! It wasn’t supposed to be like that! I had a great definitely not tacky speech to you and…” you sloppily moved your arms like you were swimming to go to him: “Just ask anything you want, and I’ll say ‘yes’” and you went to kiss him… but Saeran interrupted again “Just watch it, he’s going to ask her ‘Does Jumin Han is gay?’” “Okay, that’s it! I’m shutting you two out!” Saeyoung threw away his earpiece and said almost tripping in his words: “MC, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes, Saeyoung, I will!”
  • “Good, now let’s get out of here, before we get caught!” he grabbed the earpiece and put it on “We’re ready to get out, guys! And how did you know I was going to ask her if does Jumin Han is gay, Saeran?” “You’re talking to Jumin now…” Oh shit!


  • You two were hanging at a park, lying down on the grass, looking at the clouds and talking about everything.
  • “Look! That cloud looks like a ring!” you told him. “You know? Like those rings with a big diamond on it you only see in cartoons?” “I don’t watch cartoons.” and it wasn’t necessary asking why he haven’t  watched it as a kid, right?
  • “ Why? You think is a kid’s thing?” “Yep.” “Hmmm… that’s too bad, I was thinking about inviting you to a sleepover at my place on friday, and who knows? We could watch some cartoons on saturday morning, but… oh well…”
  • “It’s not a sleepover if I’m basically sleeping there every night, you dork!” “Yeah, that’s right… what was the last time you got back to your brother’s place?” neither of you remembered.
  • You giggled. “It’s like if we’re married” “Yep.”  Silence… and then you heard a whisper “So marry me…” you sat and stared at him, surprised. His eyes were closed, he opened one when he noticed you were staring.
  • “What?” “What?” he asked back. “What did you just say?” “I-I didn’t say anything!” “Yes, you did! You did that cute weird thing when you whisper something sweet to me thinking I’m not listening it!” “I don’t do that and I didn’t do it right now! Stop saying crazy stuff!”
  • You squinched your eyes to mess with him and leaned to him, reaching his ear. “Yes…” “Y-Yes what?” he looked nervous “Just… yes.” “A-Are you serious?” then you whispered again: “Yes.”
  • You kissed his forehead and got up, he was looking at you as trying to notice if you were joking, you weren’t. Poor boy is blushing hard, not only because you said yes to this awkward proposal, but also told him you listened to all the compliments he whispered along those months, oh man… now he’s wondering which cartoon he has to watch to see what kind of ring you would like it.


  • It was time for him to take his responsibility about your relationship and stop punishing himself.
  • So it would be two birds with one stone. He would finally do the eye surgery and propose you right after. He wanted your surprised and thrilled face to be the first thing he would see in a long time.
  • The only one to know about the surgery was Jumin. V asked him to keep his usual discretion and don’t tell you anything until the surgery was finished.
  • But what V forgot is that it was almost impossible to stop you to find something out. He could never hide something from you himself. He wasn’t able to see, but your sweet tone when you pouted and your lower voice when you gave him a deadly glare were enough to make him talk.
  • These were even more effective on people who could see, and not even Jumin was immune to your persuasive abilities, but he was brave enough to don’t tell you the whole thing. “V is in the hospital, MC.”
  • “T-The hospital? Why? What happened?” oh, maybe V should have told his secret to a more sensitive person… “It’s just a small procedure, don’t be so alarmed.” “P-Procedure? You mean surgery, right? Oh my God…” you were panicking, was there something wrong about his health you haven’t noticed? Of course there was, he would never tell you for you not to be scared. And you were such a selfish little brat you couldn’t even notice by yourself, right?
  • “Jumin, take me to the hospital right now! I wanna see him!” “MC, I told you not to be so concerned, he will be fin-” THE DEADLY GLARE! SOMEBODY SAVE HIM. “Yes, let’s go.” he wouldn’t be there having to watch this just because his friend needed to do something that grand and ambitious.
  • The doctor greeted you two “Oh, mr Han, right on time! The surgery went well, we were about to call you, as you requested.” “I knew it was a surgery! What happened? Can I see him?” the doctor also knew what was about to happen. “And you must be MC, right? Yes, he’s waiting for you…”
  • Your heart felt heavy inside your chest and the tears rolled down from your face. Apparently, he was fine, but why didn’t he tell you he was ill in the first place? You went to the room he was only to find balloons, flowers and a V on one of his knees, looking directly at you.
  • “I knew it, you’re the most breathtaking woman in the world. But why the tears, my love? This wasn’t a part of my fantasy for this moment” “How do you know I’m crying, I didn’t say anything… wait, can you see me?” “Is your shirt blue?” “V! You’re… you’re seeing? This is amazing, honey! This is…” you rushed to hug him. You were so used to his blindness now, if he felt comfortable like that, you wouldn’t insist on convincing him to do the surgery, and apparently you didn’t need to.
  • “But wait… what are you doing on your knees? Can you be like that?” “Yes, don’t worry about me, my love. I just needed to do this conforming tradition… MC, I pictured this moment in my imagination a million times, but I need to hear it from you for real now. Will you marry me?” “Oh my God, V! Yes! Yes! Of course!” you hugged him and made him get up to kiss him. “I’m sorry to scare you, love, I wanted to be a surprise…” “You bet I was scared! Don’t ever do that to me again!” you stared at him. “Oh God, the glare… is even more terrifying than I thought…”
Wicked Games - Chapter Eight


- Jughead and Betty’s POV’s will change throughout the chapter. I really want you guys to see things through Juggie’s eyes as well, so I hope you’re okay with this! 

- Betty isn’t going to crumble so easily for those of you who were worried about how this would all affect her. She’s strong as hell and she’s not going to let someone like Chuck Clayton bring her down. :’)

- Thank you to @itstenafterfour! She’s my freaking queen for being the most amazing beta and also for giving me amazing ideas to make this story just that much better. <3

- You guys have already met the stalker. Who do ya’ll think it is? ;)

He’s only ever been in a hospital room once before in his life. He had been eight years old and he’d broken his leg trying to jump off a tree in his backyard. He doesn’t remember what it felt like or if the pain was terrible or if he just cried because that’s what was expected. He does remember sitting down in a hospital bed as his mother sat by his side, holding his hand and telling him to be strong. Why did he have to be strong? It was just a broken leg. It would heal. It wouldn’t cause any irreversible damage. It wouldn’t even bother him in a few months time.

He wishes someone would hold his hand and tell him to be strong now.

He’s been by Betty’s bedside since they had arrived at the hospital. She’ll be fine, that’s what the doctors had told him. He didn’t believe them, though. How could she ever be okay after this? The amount of pain and tribulations she’d gone through in the short amount of months he had known her was unfathomable. He looked at her now, pale face and chapped lips, and wondered why she deserved any of this. People like Betty didn’t deserve to go through things like this. She deserved the entire world and more and yet here she was, in a hospital bed because the world around her was ugly. She didn’t deserve this and the world didn’t deserve her.

He watches her chest fall up and down. He has to keep watch just in case. He has to make sure that she’s okay. He can’t take any chances right now, not with her.

“You should get something to eat,” a nurse says to him as she walks inside the private room to make sure everything is okay with her vitals. “She’s just sleeping, she’ll be fine.”

Yeah, he thinks, that’s what she had said about the party before they had gone. She had said that it would be fine, she wouldn’t drink any alcohol. She just wanted to get out of the apartment and have fun. Jughead shuts his eyes tightly, willing the tears in them to go away. She’s fine, he knows that over all she’s okay, but he has no idea how she’ll react whenever she wakes up.

The nurse leaves, giving up on trying to get Jughead to leave. He can’t leave and the fact that she’d even tried to convince him to would be laughable; if anything about this was even remotely funny.

Cheryl had come by earlier. Apparently people at the party leaked photos of Betty on the ground passed out. She told him there were headlines reading how Betty had gotten blacked out drunk, how she’d been drugged, how she couldn’t handle herself. She had asked Jughead to try to keep her away from any kind of social media so she wouldn’t upset herself. Jughead had agreed. He wanted to kill whoever had thought it had been funny to take pictures of Betty. He couldn’t understand how people could be so cruel to someone who’s never done anything wrong to them before.

He watches Betty breathe and his eyes grow heavier. He’s exhausted and he wants to sleep, but he can’t; not until she’s awake. He grabs her hand, which is freezing, and wraps it up in both of his as he squeezes onto it tightly, trying to warm her up in anyway that he can.

He leans his head down and places it softly onto her stomach. He doesn’t put all his weight on her, scared to hurt her, but he just rests it enough to where he can feel her chest rise and fall. He closes his eyes and pretends that they’re anywhere else.

He lays there for about twenty minutes before he feels a gentle pressure on his hand. He picks up his head and sees Betty slowly start to open her eyes. It takes a little while and she scowls at the bright light in the room.

“Hey,” she croaks out, her voice scratchy. Jughead reaches over for the glass of water on the bedside table and hands it to her. There’s a straw in it and he guides it up to her lips for her. She takes a long sip before pulling her head away and Jughead places it back onto the table. “What happened?” Her voice still sounds uneven and now she’s looking up at the ceiling with sad eyes and Jughead knows that she knows what happened.

“I’m sorry,” is all he says. It’s all he can say. He can’t tell her she was drugged, he can barely think the words much less say them to her face. He watches as her face crumbles. For a second he’s worried that she’s about to start crying, but then she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes again.

“There’s a first for everything,” she says, trying to joke, and Jughead glares at her.

“Don’t joke about this, Betty. You scared the shit out of me. I’ve never—.” He cuts himself off. He’s never what? Never been so scared before? Never been so terrified to lose someone before? He doesn’t think it’s appropriate to say either one of those right now.

“I’m okay, right?” She asks him. It’s a weird question and he looks at her in confusion. “I’m… fine? Nothing happened?”

He knows what she’s asking him. A small part of him wants to say that he’d never let anything bad happen to her, but that’s not the truth; not anymore at least. He’s supposed to be the best at his job and yet since he’s been protecting her, she’s been nearly sexually assaulted and drugged. Her life has been worse since he’s entered it and he knows exactly why.

When Chuck had his arms around her, instead of feeling protective over her wellbeing, Jughead had felt a red hot burst of jealousy go through his body. He had never been a jealous person, mainly because he had never actually let himself get too close to anyone like that, but with Betty it was different. He saw the way men looked at her and he wanted to gouge their eyes out. They would touch her and he wanted to cut their hands off.

When she had told him she felt something for him, he yearned to reach out and take her to his bedroom and show her just what he felt for her. He didn’t, though. He knew he couldn’t do that, not without putting her life and her feelings in danger. Being with him would just make everything worse for her. Jughead wasn’t good at relationships. He had never had one before and there was good reason for that. He didn’t know the first thing about being anyone’s boyfriend. He knew how to protect people. He didn’t know how to love them.

He was too close to her and he needed to pull away.

“Nothing happened to you,” he tells her eventually. Betty gives him a small smile.

“I know. You wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

The words cut through him like knives and a sharp pang hits him in his chest. He did let something happen to her, though. He couldn’t protect her, not like she needed to be protected. She needed more than him, more than a man who couldn’t put his feelings aside to watch out for her.

There’s a tiny knock at the door that tears him away from his thoughts and both he and Betty turnaround. It’s the girl from the party who had helped him, Marisol. She’s standing in the doorway looking really nervous as she shifts her weight from foot to foot.

“Hi,” she finally says. “I just wanted to check on you. I don’t even know if you remember me, but–.”

“I remember you,” Betty says. “Thank you.”

The two girls stare at each other and Jughead stands up from his chair, letting go of Betty’s hand.

“I think I’m going to get something to eat,” he tells her. “I’ll bring you something back. Do you want anything, Marisol?” The brunette shakes her head and Jughead just nods as he walks out of the room, his thoughts overflowing his mind as he heads towards the cafeteria.

“How are you feeling?”

Betty doesn’t know how to answer the question. How is she feeling? Physically she feels fine. She’s a bit sluggish and it’s kind of hard for her to move still, but she feels okay and she knows she’ll be fine. Mentally is a different story. She repeats the same questions to herself over and over again. What did she do to deserve this? Why was this happening to her? She was starting to think that maybe she deserved all of this. There has to be a reason this is happening to her. She just wishes she could go back in time to when this wasn’t her life. She just wants to feel okay again.

“I don’t know,” she says softly. Marisol nods. “Was it Chuck?” Betty asks. She feels so stupid to think that he had changed. She should have known better. She’s starting to think the world is right about her being a naive little girl.

“I don’t know. He won’t confess. He swears it wasn’t him, but…”

Betty just nods. He’s not going to confess even if it was him. Chances are he won’t get in trouble even if he did confess. He’s a famous NBA player with lawyers who would never let this scandal see the light of day. Chuck Clayton will continue living his life normally while Betty sits in this hospital bed, not knowing what to do with herself.

“Your boyfriend was really scared,” Marisol speaks up. “He kind of beat the shit out of Chuck too, if it makes you feel any better.”

“My what?” Betty asks, confused.

“Your boyfriend, Jughead. He looked kind of scary honestly. Chuck was pissed that none of his friends tried to jump in for him, but no one wanted to mess with Jughead.” She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. “You’ve got a good one, girl. He really cares about you.”

Betty’s head is reeling. What the hell is she talking about? Why would she think that Jughead was her boyfriend?

“Jughead said he was my boyfriend?” She asks, needing the confirmation that she’s hearing this correctly.

“Mhm,” Marisol nods. “I guess you wouldn’t remember because you were already kind of out of it at that point. Chuck was hanging all over you, though and Jughead wasn’t having it at all. He didn’t seem like the jealous type, but I guess it was just because he was so quiet.” She must see the confusion on Betty’s face, because she gives her a funny look. “Were you guys hiding your relationship or what?”

“Yeah,” Betty says, deciding to just go along with it. “We’re keeping it a secret so please—.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Marisol promises. “It’s not my business to tell. I don’t think he was going to say anything about it either, but Chuck made some kind of jab at him and he just snapped. I wouldn’t be too mad at him if I were you.”

Betty just nods. She’s not mad. Mad is literally the last thing she feels. She is fucking confused, that’s what she is. She has no idea what’s going on or why Jughead would say he was her boyfriend. Had it been just so that Chuck would leave her alone? It had to have been. She debates if she should bring this up to Jughead, but decides against it. It probably didn’t mean anything and there’s no need to bring it up, especially not now.

“Thank you,” Betty tells her again. “For helping me and for not taking pictures or anything like that.” She’s assuming someone took pictures of her. She’s not dumb, she knows how she must have looked. She also knows that this is probably all over the tabloids by now, but she knows Jughead is going to try to do his best to shield her from that. “Most people wouldn’t have be so kind.”

“It’s not about being kind,” Marisol says. “It’s about being human.”

She says it as if it’s that simple, as if people should just always be kind just because it’s the right thing to do. Maybe she has a point, maybe in her world that’s how things are. In Betty’s world though, she doesn’t think things work so easily. She’s starting to think that people are just cruel and she’d be blind to it all along.

They let her go home that day. She’s fine, everything’s fine. That’s what they keep telling her. They keep saying that she’s lucky she had a friend to help her out. She doesn’t feel lucky, though. She feels the complete opposite.

There are no cameras ready to blind her as soon as she leaves the hospital and she’s a bit shocked. She supposes that Cheryl must be behind that, but she doesn’t say anything.

Veronica has been calling her, but she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want to have to listen to her best friend cry on the other line about how “it’s not fair” and “Chuck needs to pay” and how Betty “will grow from this”. It’s not fair, Betty knows this better than anyone. Chuck should pay, but he won’t. She’ll grow from this, sure, but it’s never going to leave her.

The apartment is quiet when they get there and Jughead walks her over to her bedroom. She doesn’t want him to hover over her, but she doesn’t want to be alone either. She’s conflicted.

“Do you need anything?” He asks her as he stands awkwardly by her dresser.

“I was drugged,” she reminds him a bit rudely, “I didn’t break my legs or something. If I need anything I can get it myself.” Jughead frowns and she knows that she’s hurt his feelings. She feels bad, but she doesn’t apologize. She doesn’t want this incident to change how he looks or acts around her. She understands just how bad things could have been, but they didn’t get that far so she doesn’t understand why he has to act like they did.

Jughead turns to walk out of her room and she calls out for him.

“Don’t blame yourself.” She knows that’s what he has to be doing right now. “This wasn’t your fault. It was neither of our’s fault.”

“But if I had just been paying more attention,” he starts off, voice broken, but Betty shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter. It probably still would have happened. I don’t blame you for it, so I don’t want you to blame yourself. You stopped anything else from happening and that’s what you should be focusing on. Because of you, I’m fine and I will be okay, so please.” Jughead nods, but he doesn’t look like he’ll be listening to her words anytime soon.

“You should probably get some rest,” he tells her.

She rolls her eyes. “I’ve been resting all day. I’m tired of resting. What am I supposed to be resting from?”

“Betty, please,” he begs. “Don’t sleep if you don’t want to, but can you just stay in bed right now?” She debates fighting him on it, but just nods in the end. He looks really torn up over it and she doesn’t want to add any unnecessary stress to his life. She knows exactly how she feels over this, she knows that she’ll be okay and that she can’t let this one thing bring her down. Worse things have happened. Jughead though? She has no idea how he feels so she needs to tread easily.

“Stay with me?” She blurts out. “I mean, I just don’t want to be alone. We can watch a show and eat ice-cream or something…” she mumbles. She doesn’t know if she’s crossing some kind of line right now, inviting Jughead to come and lay with her in her bed. It seems a bit too much and she looks down, scared of what his reaction will be.

It’s quiet for a bit and she toys with her blanket.

“Chocolate or strawberry?” He finally asks. She looks up and he has a smile on his face. “If we’re watching a show though, it’s not going to be one of your teen drama ones. I’ve had enough of those.”

Betty grins at him. “Chocolate. Game of Thrones?”

Jughead nods before walking out of the room and Betty feels a little lighter. There’s a lot on her mind. Why had Jughead told Chuck he was her boyfriend? Who drugged her and why? What could they have possibly had to gain from it? How did she go about with her life now? Does she just act like it never happened? She doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want that one incident to define the rest of her life for her. She’s in charge of what happens from here on out.

 She’s always wanted to be someone who was strong, someone who didn’t have to rely on others to help her out when times got rough. Her life could be so much worse when she stops to thinks about it. She can take care of herself for now. She doesn’t need anyone babying her just because things get a little rough every now and then.

Then Jughead walks back into the room. He’s changed out of the clothes he had worn to the party and in the hospital. He’s wearing sweats that lay low on his hips and a white tank top. She’s never particularly liked when guys wore tank tops, but Jughead pulled it off perfectly just like he did for most things. He hands one bowl of ice-cream to her and makes to sit down on her bed. It’s a king sized bed, so there’s a lot of room for the both of them. She notices that Jughead seems to disregard that fact as he sits crisscrossed right next to her, their knees touching lightly.

She smiles at the touch and looks over to Jughead who’s just staring down at his bowl of ice cream.

“I was thinking we could start over at season one,” she tells him as she heads over to HBO On Demand.

“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He asks her, finally looking her way and she just smiles.

You have no idea, Jughead Jones.

She stirs sometime in the middle of the night and opens her eyes to glance at her clock to see what time it is. It’s only one in the morning and she stills feels really drowsy. She turns on her side and nearly screams when she sees that she’s not alone.

It’s just Jughead though and she lets out a sigh as she sees that he’s fast asleep. His eyes are closed, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and the streetlights outside peak in through her window, illuminating his face perfectly. He’s breathing evenly and she can’t help but notice just how handsome he is as he sleeps. She wonders if this makes her a bit creepy. Maybe, but she doesn’t focus on that too much. Instead she focuses on how his body is facing hers, as if maybe he’d been watching her before he fell asleep. His hand is reached out to her, fingertips nearly touching the top of her arm. Had he been holding onto her during the night? She doesn’t know. All she knows is that for someone who’s supposed to be moving on, she’s doing a really shitty job of it.

She watches him for a little while longer. She knows she should probably look away. If he woke up and saw her staring at him like this, that would be kind of hard to explain. And then she had a scarier realization.

What if the stalker was watching her right now, just as she was watching Jughead? Suddenly her skin was crawling, and she pulled the covers over her head to shield herself from the open window not far from the bed. Her head was a couple inches away from Jughead’s stomach, and she could see his chest rise up and drop almost systematically.

Soon enough, the air under the covers began to feel stuffy, a thin layer of sweat covering her back. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head up from under the covers, rested up on her forearm and shook him from sleep.

“Jughead?” She whispered. He didn’t even stir.

“Jughead?”  This time her voice came out as more of a whispery scream.

“Jughead, I’m scared someone’s out there,” she said, biting her lip.

Without saying a word or even opening his eyes, he groggily slung his arm over her waist, and pulled her into his chest, turning onto his side.

“Don’t worry,” he said, mumbling something in her ear that she couldn’t make out. Had he said Betty or baby? It sounded suspiciously of the latter.

Tucking her in against him, he whispered “I’ve got you,” before falling back to sleep.

For some reason, she felt safer in his arms than she had since any of this happened. Since the stalker, since Nathan, since the party. For once, sleep managed to make its way back to her, and her eyelids fell shut.

He’s awake now. He’d been fast asleep, but since Betty had whispered to him that she felt scared he just couldn’t go back to sleep. He keeps his eyes closed tightly though, as he feels Betty’s chest move up and down against his. It’d been a pretty risky move, bringing her close to him to cuddle, but the way she fell asleep quickly lets him know that she didn’t have a problem with it.

He runs a hand through her hair, loving how soft it feels in his hands. It’d be so easy right now to whisper out all of the thoughts flowing through his mind about her. No one can hear him, not even she can. He’s tempted to just say it all to her sleeping figure.

He looks down at her, she’s tucked against his chest and he simultaneously hates and loves how perfect she fits against his body, as if she was made just for him.

A loud wailing noise comes from outside and he sees a flash of red and blue lights. He doesn’t even think twice about the sirens; it’s Los Angeles after all. There are always sirens around. What does catch his attention, is the way the blue and red lights seem to stop right outside of Betty’s bedroom window. He knows he’s probably being a bit paranoid, especially since she had just expressed that she felt like someone was outside. The siren shuts off rather abruptly and Jughead untangles Betty from him gently. She groans at the loss, but overall just turns onto her side and continues sleeping.

Jughead walks over to the sliding door in her room that connects to a balcony. The cop car is parked directly in front of her bedroom. He looks down, since Betty’s apartment is on the third floor, and sees a silhouette in the driver’s seat. The windows are way too tinted for him to even try to see who the person driving the car is, but he opens up Betty’s balcony door anyways as he steps outside.

He can’t really see, but he knows that the person inside of the car is looking right back at him. He steps forward again, but before he can fully get onto the balcony, the car takes off down the street. It’s weird. It’s weird as hell and he has a bad feeling about it all. Why would someone just stop right here, looking up to Betty’s bedroom, and then speed off? Something’s not right.

He walks back inside of the bedroom, relieved to see that Betty is still fast asleep and he makes his way into the living room as he grabs his phone and dials the police department. A dispatcher answers his call and he’s quick to get to his point.

“Hi, I just saw a LAPD car outside of my apartment. They just parked and then sped off really fast before I could see what they needed. Could you tell me if maybe that was just some kind of detour or mix up or something?” It’s stupid to be calling, especially over something like this, but he just needs to be sure.

“Sure,” the lady answers back. “Could you tell me your address?” He rattles off their address to the lady and she types away at her computer for a few seconds before clicking her tongue. “I’m sorry, sir. Are you sure it was a LAPD cruiser?”

“I’m positive.”

“We haven’t have any officers in that area in the last thirty minutes.”

He pauses. He knows it was a LAPD police cruiser, the street light had reflected it perfectly. He knows what he saw. He realizes that he hasn’t answered the lady back and he decides that there’s really nothing more that she can help him with. 

“It must have been a mistake,” he says absentmindedly, “thank you.” He hangs up the phone before running his hands over his face in frustration. “Fuck!”


He whirls around and sees Betty standing at against the bar in the kitchen. She’s just woken up and she looks a little disoriented. Fuck, he thinks to himself, how much of that did she hear?

“Who was that on the phone?” She asks him.

Obviously she heard enough.

“It was no one,” he tries to tell her confidently, “go back to bed.”

“You’re lying,” she says. “Who were you talking to?”

He grinds his teeth together in frustration. He knew she wasn’t going to let this go and now he’s going to have to lie to her, because he’s not about to worry her with this. For all he knows this could be nothing. There’s no need to worry her over nothing.

“It was nothing, Betty.”

She glares at him. “It didn’t sound like nothing! Why can’t you just tell me who you were talking to? You seem really upset.”

“I’m upset because you keep asking me questions that aren’t any of your business.” It’s mean and he doesn’t mean it, but he knows Betty. He knows that there’s no way she’s going to let go of any of this. He can tell by the way her face falls that he’s done what he planned. He feels like shit over it.

“It’s just not a big deal,” he tells her, trying to get the sad look off of her face. “Just some dumb work stuff. It’s fine, okay? Everything’s fine.”

She doesn’t believe him. He knows she doesn’t believe him, but she doesn’t say anything else. She just nods.

“Go back to bed, Betts,” he tells her gently.

She bites at her lip and hovers for a minute.

“Will you come with me?” She asks and his heart clenches. He should tell her no. Fuck, he needs to tell her no. It’d be stupid and reckless to say yes to her. He’s already crossed way too many lines tonight. “I sleep better when you’re with me.”

Well, shit. How is he supposed to say no to that?

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he promises as he nods for her to go along. “Just give me a minute.”

She nods and walks off. Once he’s sure that she’s back in her room, he walks over to the kitchen window and looks outside. There aren’t any cars in sight and he feels even more unnerved than he had before.

He makes his way back to Betty’s room and stares at the bed. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but God does he want to. He’s never wanted anything more than to just curl up next to her and hold her.

So he does.

He wakes up the next day before Betty does. It’s a knock on the apartment door that wakes him up and he’s surprised that Betty seems to stay sleeping. He gets up quickly and answers the door, not wanting them to knock again and wake her up.

“Are you Forsythe Jones?” A young man asks him. Jughead nods and the man hands him a box. “This was left outside for you, which is kind of weird. You should probably let people know that this is an apartment complex. They can send stuff to your mailbox instead of leaving it outside where anyone can get it.”

“Do you know who it’s from?” He asks the boy. It’s only addressed to him and he doesn’t see another name on it telling him who sent it.

“No, dude,” the guy snorts before walking off. Jughead just closes the door behind him, not caring for his attitude.

He takes the box over to the kitchen and places it on top of the counter. He has a bad feeling about it, but that’s not shocking. They never get anything good in the mail.

He rips open the package, reaching inside and taking a deep breath as he readies himself for whatever is inside of it.

He pulls out a polaroid picture and his blood goes cold.

He’s staring at a picture of him and Betty from last night. It’s of them when they had first fallen asleep, before Betty had woken him up because she felt like someone was watching them. He knows exactly where this picture was taken. It was taken right from their balcony. Betty’s face is unmarked as she faces towards the camera, still sleeping. Jughead’s off to the side, you can barely see his face, but that didn’t stop whoever took this from splattering blood across him on the polaroid. It paints a clear picture of what they’re trying to say to him.

He stares at the picture in horror. He flips it over and chilling words stare back at him.

Hold her as much as you can. A dead man can’t hold anyone when he’s six feet under.

It’s a threat. This psycho, whoever he is, is finally looking at Jughead.

“Jug?” Betty croaks out, walking into the kitchen as she rubs her sleep filled eyes. “It’s really early.”

He doesn’t say anything. He can’t take his eyes off of the picture and the words it holds on the back.

“Juggie?” She walks over to him and when she sees what he’s holding she stops in her tracks. “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” he whispers out, pulling the picture away from her view.

“Show me.” Her voice hardens and he knows that there’s no way she’s going to let this one go.

“Betty, please,” he begs her, “just let this one go.”

“Give it to me, Jughead. I deserve to know what it is.” He knows that she’s right and he curses himself before he slowly reaches towards her and places the picture in her hand. She flips it over just as he had. He watches as she goes from confused, to horrified, to absolutely blank.

“He was on our balcony. He’s threatening you now,” she whispers out. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes. “You were going to keep this from me?”

“I’m trying to protect you, Betty,” he pleads.

“From what? From him? From you? Who were you on the phone with last night, Jughead? I’m not going to let you lie to my face anymore.”

He debated lying but he knows that he can’t do that to her. He sighs as he answers her.

“I called the police department. I saw a cop cruiser parked on the street in front of your bedroom. It didn’t feel right and when I called, the dispatcher told me that there hadn’t been any cruisers in our area in the past thirty minutes.”

Betty looks at him with wide eyes. “And you were just going to keep that from me?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” He tells her again.

“That’s not protecting me! That’s keeping things from me. You are doing the exact opposite of what I need you to do!”

“You don’t get it! If I could shield you from the entire world, I would. I’d do anything to make sure that you never had to worry about anything. I need you to be safe.”

“Why do you need me to be safe? Why do you make everything so personal? And what about you, huh? He’s looking at you now! That was a threat, Jughead!” She’s in his face right now, their chests are practically touching and Jughead curls his hands into fists, willing himself to stay calm. “You think you can just cuddle me at night and that suddenly makes everything okay? Suddenly I’m safe from the world? Is that what you’d do with anyone else to make them feel safe?”

“Just stop, Betty, let it go.” He needs her to stop talking right now before he does or says something he regrets.

“No! Just tell me why everything has to be so damn personal with you!”

“Because it’s you!” He yells out. “If anything happened to you, I’d literally go crazy. Nothing can happen to you, Betty.”

“Why?” She whispers out. She asks it like she already knows the answer. “Because you’re my bodyguard? Because it’s your job? Because I’m the girl you’re being paid to protect?” It’s what she always refers to herself as and it makes his blood boil.

It’s not too late to backtrack, he thinks to himself. He can let this all go. He can act like that’s not how he meant it.

“No,” he says roughly. “You’re not ‘just the girl I’m being paid to protect’. How oblivious can you be, Betty?” He runs his hands across his face before tearing them away and placing them onto her cheeks, making sure she’s looking at him. “I’ve felt something for you since the day I first met you. Do you know how that makes me feel? To be completely head over heels for you, but knowing I can’t do anything about it? Me liking you makes your life that much harder. I could be the reason you get killed, Betty. And I can’t let that happen.” He lets go of her face and takes a step back.

“Wait,” Betty yelps, reaching out to grab his hand. He moves away from her, backing up.

“I won’t be the reason you get hurt.”

“You can’t just spring something like that on me and just leave!”

“I can’t stay,” he says brokenly. “If I truly care for you then the best thing I can do is leave you alone. You’re right, I make things too personal.”

“Jughead,” she pleads, eyes watering.

But he doesn’t hear whatever she has to say next. He’s out of the door before she even opens her mouth.

NOTE: Before ya’ll come at me because this is too soon for a slow burn, do you know how hard it was to drag it out this long?! SO HARD. Anyways, life doesn’t get any sweeter for these two so like :’) it’s a slow burn for a happy ending, heheheh.

One Piece Chapter 861 Firsts Impressions.

This has been an interesting chapter that I liked very much by its details, but it has annoyed me a little the idiotness that can be my Sanji. Anyway, Sanji is Sanji and we are not going to change him at this point … 

Although, my initial reaction to reading the chapter has been this:

Then… There are a few things I want to talk about with you:

1) The Cover is the most cute thing I’ve seen in months. If you want to find the members of the crew in the kittens you will spend some fun: I have found Luffy, Zoro, Brook, Robin and Sanji. 

Try it!

2) I love the art of the Sweet Commanders. They are amazing! (And Katakuri is HOT!)

3) I am so curious about Mother Caramel. In fact I didn’t think we’d see his face until later. We don’t know who that lady is, and I do not think she looks like Dadan. 


Is she? 

The cigarrette is a clue? The Mother…? 

Dadan was a Mother for Ace, Luffy and Sabo and all her crew… And BM, call her THE MOTHER? Ummmmm…. Interesting.

4) I have the feeling that when the crap plan to destroy the wedding fails, the little gift of Gyojin Island, will explode Big Mom in the nose. (And I’m very curious to know what’s inside …)

5)  When I have seen Cesar with this attitude…

… This song has come to my head and I can not take it from!!:

6) Cuteness everywhere… And then is Brûlée (LOL)

7) Sanji is the most idiotic and perverted boy I ever seen, but I love him the same. 


8) Pudding is a cockteaser.

In my country it is said “calientapollas” and I do not know if the word I have used in English sounds very rude, I apologize if I offend someone, but still, you know what I am referring to.

9) Interesting: Pudding  calling demon to Sanji. I understand that it announces the expected power-up of the cook and his demonic flames. 

I really want to see Sanji burn.

(And yes… Sanji is a perverted Incubus. xD)

10) I like these panels of the Vinsmoke brothers that show the interests of each of them: Ichiji, politics; Niji, women and himself; Yonji, food and Reiju, who cares about everyone. 

11) I love this panel. 

In addition to being the crazy Tea Party of Alice In Wonderland, it is a marvel of details. All the characters are carefully displayed and drawn in a crazy perfect blend. 

Oda is a real genius and no one is going to make me change my mind.

12) And this has made me laugh a lot.

Well, we don’t know what’s going to happen, but what is clear is that Sanji is not going to hurt Pudding … 

I don’t know who will take care of that bitch’s face, Reiju, Carrot or Nami (I’d love it to be Nami), because there are a lot of very powerful female rivals in this arch and all we know that Oda likes to do “one on one” in gender issues … (Of course there are also exceptions such as Zoro against Monet…)

I really want the fight to start … Besides that I’m convinced Luffy will come out of the cake 

And you?

As always, excuse me, my English skills are not as good as Sanji’s acting

Originally posted by endlesswaterfall

Bonus: Definition of an idiot:

dear evan hansen headcannons

- bisexual

- 5'10

- he tends to do things like tap his pencil or his foot or he plays with erasers or some shit he’s just always doing something with his hands

- has those erasers with removable pieces because “THEY’RE CUTE CONNOR I LOVE THEM”

- freckles. more freckles after a day in the sun. freckles everywhere.

- has a bonsai tree


- actually really fit because of his outdoor activities??

- lifted connir off of the ground like he was a feather and everyone was Shocked


- LOVES TO BAKE BUt kind of sucks at it

- afraid of big dogs. and fluffy dogs. and dogs with big eyes and long tails and legs and just dogs. he’s scared of dogs.

- cheesy romantic. reads romance books and watches romantic movies and just. my boy.

- when he’s feeling down he goes to connor because they can trust each other because of the one thing they have in common - the suicide attempts.

- dyed a streak of his hair blue for halloween one time and made connor cry


- got high once and laughed for seven minutes straight before passing out

- has a burn scar on his back from when jared set him on fire by accident

- learns to do hair because he likes touching connors hair

- he maybe likes connors dog a little bit

- “i may seem collected on the outside but on the inside i am screaming 24/7.”

- borderline personality disorder !!!!

- sees a therapist and takes medication

- he honestly went through ten therapists before deciding to go with evan to his therapist

- has a pitbull named cheese that his mom got him to help calm him down when he snaps

- still a dick every now and then but he’s Trying

- 6'0"

- panseuxal

- is literally. always napping. he sleeps on the ground. on his desk. on evan. anywhere.

- paints his nails when he’s high with 100% accuracy but fails when he’s sober


- LOVES sweets. needs them. craves them.

- literally cries over evan’s freckles like what

- sarcastic as all hell

- he and jared’s friendship is just a race to see who can roast the other faster

- draws on himself constantly until he has literal sleeves of designs on his arms. then he moves to drawing on his friends.

- alana buys him a sketchbook when she wakes up with white sharpie printed on her face

- he draws the most AMAZING scenery and designs

- probably wants to be a tattoo artiat

- always records himself when he’s high

- new bruises and cuts every day - he bumps into things a lot when he’s high

- he gets his first piercing from a dude in an alley. it’s a septum piercing. everyone screams when they see it.

- hates pepe

- comments on how gay he is every day.

- still has bad days and when he does he locks himself in his room and calls evan

- evan’s talk of trees got him into plants. owns seven cactuses, a pot full of forget-me-nots and three succulents with names and backstories.

- “i will shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather and shit for the rest of your pathetic life you wrinkly numbnut”

- still having trouble forgiving her brother for all the years of mental abuse

- 5'10

- lesbian af

- makeup that could literally kill a god

- likes to wear crops tops and dresses

- wears sweatpants to school ONCE and is reminded of it every day for the rest of her life

- literally a huge photography nerd

- has EVERY PICTURE SHES EVER TAKEN hanging on her wall. even that ugly ass one of connor screaming over titanic when they were thirteen.

- probably does yoga

- dreams of going to paris. can literally speak in french and owns literally everything with the eiffel tower on it.

- replies to everything in meme language. her parents are worried for her. connor wants to die again.

- has a poem alana wrote to her on her wall next to her bed

- so many pictures of alana


- likes to draw constellations with evan’s freckles on his face

- literally has not combed her hair since fourth grade?? its just naturally perfect???

- “im gayer than you connor”


- so much emoji’s

- steals all of alana’s hoodies

- hates not having anything to do so much

- 5'6"

- in every school club tbh

- also a lesbian

- a journalist/writer

- literally stays up until 2 am every day and comes to school looking like a goddess


- she probably tutors everyone

- “what’s the answer to this problem alana” “hella”


- can kill you in two seconds with The Look


- probably listens to asmr

- totally has tumblr


- feminist. not a feminazi, will make jokes about women being in the kitchen with jared but will stab you if you are genuinely against women’s rights

- attempts to do yoga with zoe once. she breaks her nose.


- likes to do diys.


- once punched a man for a klondike bar

- “sorry im two hours late feminism called”

- panromantic asexual!!!!!

- 5'4"

- a gaming youtuber

- actually somehow has like 1,000 followers???

- everyone has been in his videos at least once


- every birthday connor buys him a bath bomb and screams “CRONCH” in his face

- enjoys really cringey memes

- has a german shepard named Sir Titlicker


- once tripped on a bug

- he’s actually self conscious and hides behind self deprecating jokes

- threw a dreidel at the menorah once when he was little and is still not allowed near the menorah

- soft chub legs

- much Sarcasm

- literally is so sarcastic with connor??? they like each other but sometimes even evan wonders if they actually like each other or not

- probably enjoys nickelback


- likes star wars probably

- wore a shirt that said “im a gamer” once

- “burn that shirt now” “EVAN WHAT THE FUCK”

- actually cried when he played slenderman with Evan

- “are you ok” “IS HE GONE EVAN IS HE GONE” “yes” /looks up and sees slenderman appear “WHDBANFBJDJSBSDH” /evan is wheezing

- makes dirty jokes 24/7 but literally blushes for 9 years if you make a dirty joke towards him

- actually Fragile

- in a cult probably

- probably has a runescape series on his YouTube channel

- has set evan on fire before

- he tries to be a good friend he really dies but he fails sometimes

- “are you a nail baby because ill hammer you into the wall tonight ;)"

Being in a polyamorous relationship with Betty and Veronica
  • Lemme just tell you, that this relationship was the most beautiful thing Riverdale would ever see
  • Badass Veronica Lodge and sweetheart Betty Cooper dating nerdy, shy you
  • You met at the Vixens tryouts
  • It started with Betty in the locker room; you wanted to give her a little pep talk because you heard about last year
    • “Hey, Betty. Just wanna let you know that you’re amazing and whatever Cheryl tells you isn’t true. She’s probably just scared because you’re better than her in every way.”
  • Her heart literally melting from that sassy comment
  • Veronica watching the exchange as she walked into the locker room, and noticed something happen
  • She also felt herself get jealous 
  • Talking to Betty about you, and Betty tells her everything
    • “(Y/N) is really shy but knows how to brighten everyone’s day. I just wanna hug and kiss and… damnit.”
  • Veronica trying to get you to come to her house to hang out with her and Betty
  • Getting really nervous and suspicious, but going anyways
    • “Last time I got invited to ‘hang out’ was when Cheryl wanted to give me a makeover. She made fun of me the entire time.”
  • At the party, Veronica spiked your and Betty’s drinks so you two could have fun
  • She didn’t drink any herself, though
  • Betty accidentally spilling how she really wanted to kiss you
  • Veronica says the same immediately after
  • By the end of the night, you three were cuddling in Veronica’s bed
  • Dropping the question
    • “Do you two wanna be in a polyamorous relationship with me? It’s totally fine if you don’t. In fact, I’ll just leave, I’m sorry I said anything.”
  • Leaving the party, but Betty and Veronica talked about it for hours
  • You avoided them throughout school the next day, but at Vixens they cornered you
  • Them agreeing to the relationship
  • You being in shock
  • You three had study sessions which led to makeouts 
  • Not making it on the Vixens, but they fight for you
    • “Cheryl, we NEED her on this team! It’s a package deal. Me, Betty, and (Y/N). All or nothing, really.”
  • Sharing milkshakes
  • Being there for Veronica with her dad
  • Comforting Betty with her parents
  • Watching cheesy rom-coms
  • A LOT of cuddling
  • Veronica and Betty fought for your attention all the time
    • “Hey, I got you those earrings you thought were cute!”
    • “Hey, I brought you a bouquet of flowers!”
  • Having anniversary dinners about every weekend 
  • Veronica held your bag, Betty carried your books
  • Guys made sexual jokes, but you made jokes back
    • “Yeah, Reggie, I have 2 amazing girlfriends and you have 2 shitty hands. Use your peanut mind and imagine a life form that’d actually go for you.”
  • Girls being shocked by your anger and whitts
  • Admitting you got jealous
  • Okay, surprise threesome after that
  • Never ending love
  • Support throughout everything
  • Always having cheerleaders for you

Originally posted by quinnsfabrey

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: Fuck I’m so in love with you, you can’t even imagine.

Pairing: Rucas
A/N: Warning for the use of the ‘f’ word once. Thanks for this prompt, Anon! I had fun writing it :)

She should have known coming to Texas was a bad idea.

For the third time that night, Riley clenches his jaw as she struggles to keep her breathing even. Anger courses through her at the words that Lucas’ cousins are exchanging, and she wants so desperately to just jump up from her chair and yell at them for their stupidity. Instead, she stays put as her boyfriend squeezes her hand gently, and for him, she backs down.

She hates the way his cousins make him feel like the screwed up teenager he had been when he left Texas for New York. She hates the way his shoulders slump as he fake laughs through his conversations with his cousins when they remind him of the time he had shamed Pappy Joe. She hates that she cannot say anything to defend him because he had made her promise earlier that day.

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What I want from Marvel Legacy

Logan stays dead: I like Logan as much as the next guy, but we already have 3 wolverines running around we don’t need 4.

Amazing Spider-Man gets a new writer: please for the love of god get rid of Dan Slott.

The fantastic Four return: Its never been the same with them gone.

Emma Frost gets a redemption arc: They did my girl wrong in IvX. She deserves better.

She-Hulk gets better: Seeing her all depressed/broken like this is well depressing. And after what happened to her in Civil War II, she deserves better.

Mary Jane gets written properly: A long shot, but the way she’s been written in the past 5 years have been awful and once again she deserves better. 

Phyla-Vell comes back from the dead: Yeah this is a looong shot, but dammit i miss her and moondragon.

The OG X-men return to there time line: They have overstayed there welcome and are honestly not compelling enough to warrant there stay and pale in comparison to there older counterparts.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel gets called out on Civil War II: It needs to happen. Carol was an absolute monster in CW2 and frankly needs to be called out on it. Someone needs to say how much of a cunt she was. 

New creative teams: The most important thing that Legacy needs is new creative teams for there books. I mean if all there books have the same people working on them then absolutely no one will care.