she was given to me by a friend c:

The Real You--Imagine #24

“megababygirl1678: Hi i was wondering if you could do one where like you tell him that you like him through a note and he doesnt say anything for a couple days but for some reason you find yourselves alone in a room and he tells you he has feeling for you and you become bf/gf you probably wont read this but it would literally mean the world to me Thanks

A/N: Thank you for being patient and waiting for this! Hope this lives up to your expectations, love! <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan

I drew in another deep breath. I could do this. I folded up the confession of my adoration of c/n that I had written on a small piece of paper. 

Lifting myself up from my lunch table, my friend patted me on the back, smiling up at me encouragingly. With another deep sigh, I let my feet carry me over to c/n’s lunch table. 

C/n along with a couple of his friend’s eyes turned to me as soon as I uttered a greeting. The attention made my heart skip beats, and I extended the note tightly clutched in my shaking hand.

“Umm, I-I just wanted t-to give this to y-you,” I mumbled, blushing furiously, as his fingers brushed mine when he grabbed the folded paper. 

He smiled softly up at me from his seat, and I gave him a flustered grin back before scurrying away. 

“Well?” y/f/n asked

“Umm, I don’t know,” I muttered, sneaking a glance at c/n’s table.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” y/f/n practically shrieked, gripping your arm.

“I sort of just gave it to him and ran back,” I mumbled, pushing some strands of hair behind my ear. 

Y/f/n stared at me with a disbelieving expression on her face. Without warning  she smashed her face into the lunch table, banging it while asking “why” repeatedly. Finally, she lifted her head, looking at me exasperatedly. 

“Why would you do that, y/n?”

“Because I got nervous,” I flung my hands up, annoyed with her. 

“Well, I can’t be too hard on you. You have a billion times more courage than most, being that you actually confronted him,” she smiled. 

“I just hope he answers me at least by the end of the day,” I muttered, looking again to where he was sitting, now laughing with his friends. 


Two days had passed since I had given c/n the note. All I had scribbled on there was that I liked him. It wasn’t the most clever thing ever but what else was I supposed to say? I figured being straightforward was the best thing to do. The only other thing I’d put had been ‘Do you like me back?’. Only he hadn’t even glanced in my direction these past two days and I was beginning to feel as if I had messed everything up. 

I walked into class, then remembered I had forgotten one of my notebooks for my class. Hurrying quickly so as not to disrupt my teacher’s delicate emotional balance, I reached my locker. 

A large hand landed on my shoulder, and I gasped, turning around so abruptly my locker slammed close. 

C/n leaned into me, his other hand resting on my locker behind me right next to my head. Our eyes met and I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. The scent of his cologne engulfed me and I had to keep my legs from shaking due to our close proximity. 

“I believe I have something that’s yours,” he murmured, pulling a small slip of paper from his hoodie with the hand that wasn’t on the locker behind me. 

I gingerly took it from his hand, my mind still muddled by his sudden closeness. 

“Open it,” his voice rumbled, grazing my ear with his nose. 

I shuddered and prayed that he didn’t notice, while I shakily unfolded the slip of paper that was all too familiar. Underneath the question I had written, in his boyish hand-writing he had answered, ‘Go on a date with me and I’ll let you know’. 

My face grew hot. Confused, I looked up from the note to find his face creased with worry. It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only one who was anxious about this whole thing. 

“I don’t,” I pushed my hair back, clearing my throat, “I don’t understand?”

“What’s not to understand?”

“Well, why do you need to go on a date with me to tell me if you like me or not?” I was shocked at my own inquisitions since I normally couldn’t get a full sentence out around him. 

He shook his head, a small smile softening the lines that had formed between his eyebrows. He leaned forward even closer and my breath caught in my throat. 

“Y/n, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have asked you on a date. But I don’t know anything about you really except that your smile can light up a room and you have an incredible ability to make me really nervous and sweaty–wow, umm, TMI, sorry,” he pushed off the lockers and scrubbed his hands through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he set his hands on my shoulders, his thumb caressing the side of my neck. “What I’m trying to say is that, I want to like more than just the fantasy version of you that I have in my head. I want to know the real you,” he finished, letting out a shaky breath. 

“What would the fantasy version of me do in this case?” I asked, barely getting the words out.

A scarlet blush crawled up his neck and settled over his face, his thumb stopping its ministrations on my neck.

“I-I-you’d-Jesus,” he breathed out. “You’d kiss me. But, obviously that’s just my thoughts and you really don’t need to and I don’t expect you to even go on a date with m–”

With more courage than I knew I even had, I lifted up on tip-toes to press a feather light kiss on his pink lips, silencing him effectively. When I pulled back, I tried to regain my breath because I still was in shock at myself and what I had just done. I was never one for bold moves. What was this boy doing to me? 

His e/c eyes flitted open and drank me in, face slack with awe. It was probably my favorite sight ever. 

“There’s more where that came from. But to get them, you’ll have to take me out on that date,” I smiled, blushing. 

He looked at me with that awe on his face, and then suddenly ran down the hall muttering something about having to tell his friends. Before he made it around the corner he stopped, abruptly, turned and ran back. 

I didn’t have time to register anything before his lips met mine and pulled back swiftly. 

“I’ll pick you up at your house. 7 o’clock. Tonight. Wear whatever. You’d be stunning even in sweatpants. I’m taking you to your favorite restaurant.”

And he was sprinting full speed down the hall. I snapped out of the reverie I’d been in.

“How’ll you get to my place? You don’t have the address!” I shouted.

“Text it to me!” He shouted back.

“I don’t have your number!” 

“Flip over the note!”

And sure enough, on the back of the note he’d left his number. 

Next Door – [BTS] Yoongi!Au

Prompt: My mom told me I should welcome the neighbour and that you’re nice and all but I’m here and you’re not?

Originally posted by sugagifs

[A/N] Bare-faced Yoongi is my ultimate kryptonite. I get so obnoxiously weak whenever this happens, I can’t even justify myself anymore.

Maybe you shouldn’t have told your mom that your friend took your ladder and because of it, you can’t change the lightbulb she told you to change, two weeks ago. “It’s just a bulb, mom, let’s stop making a huge deal out of it,” you poke your head into the semi-occupied fridge of yours in your little apartment, taking out a can of orange juice while your mom is on the phone, already nagging.

“You see, this is why I told you to get a boyfriend. That’s what they’re supposed to do for you. Change the bulbs, take the car to the mechanics, and pump the gas and tyres. But you, you wanted to be all independent, and know you’re doing all of these on your own. You chose this.” Mom clicked her tongue at you and you let out a sharp sigh through your nose while snapping the can open to take a sip. 

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Dinah’s answer… An indirect? An apology?

“We’re three interviews away from hearing Camila admit that she wrote IHQ about 5H” The thing with the song storyline is that they don’t even need Camila saying that on camera. They could if they’re looking for a huge dose of drama– which it wouldn’t be surprising coming from men in suits tbh– but if they’re goal right now is to keep the whole thing lowkey, the fans do all the job by speculating. Cause ultimately that’s what their team is striving for & sadly they succeed every single time.

To make it brief, they’ve been playing with the IHQ storyline quite a lot (& yes, they’re enjoying it). It started as a relationship then a friendship. About one person, then it “could” be about more than one person. My opinion on who I think IHQ is about, hasn’t changed in the slightest.

Now, addressing Dinah’s little speech…

It’s simple, if they didn’t want us to hear that, it wouldn’t have been on the interview on the first place. It would have been edited & cut out. So let’s consider three options here:

  1. D said it from the bottom of her heart & #they decided to use it last minute.
  2. D had to play along & it was meant to reach the fandom eventually..
  3. D offered to. Maybe they were told to pull a similar move but with a harsher approach or one of the other girls had to do it & DJ volunteered. There are several possible scenarios, we never know.

Personally, I think Dinah was given some orders, hence she had no option. However I do believe there must be some truth in what she said, related to the 2015 days… Anyway, put into perspective & how interesting is that they had Dinah saying this few days after that interview with Camila?

Either Dinah has been keeping up track of baby C & that was her response to her in a very long time– which if you ask me, I would have rather call/text her instead of making it public, esp knowing how dramatic the fandom is– or we insert option “b” here. LIKE SERIOUSLY, THE INTERVIEWS WERE RELEASED TWO DAYS APART !!!!

One point is that Dinah’s answer had nothing to do with the base question but she still brought the subject regardless. This latter is what makes me believe even more that it was bound to be.

To be fair neither of Camila’s & Dinah’s answers mention names. Both are vague allusions & what a “coincidence” is that both connect perfectly, at least enough to have the fans fulfilling the rest of the work by assuming (as always).

“We wouldn’t have seen & heard it if they didn’t want it out. They would’ve buried it if it’s not along with what they want. And given how out of place it is with the question, and how it fits with other narrative stuff, it makes me think that this had a purpose" One friend told me this & I couldn’t agree more.

It penetrated into the fandom successfully. Several interpretations arouse. Let’s take a look at the different perspectives:

  • The C Stan POV- “Dinah just accepted she did something wrong, now she’s asking for forgiveness. She can keep her apology too late. She fake af”
  • The 5H stan POV- “If anything this proves how much of an amazing person is DJ & she doesn’t deserve any of the hate she’s getting. She’s speaking about the group & their dynamic now”
  • The OT5 stan POV- “Why does this feels like D is saying sorry to C. Everything makes sense now. My heart is broken :(”
  • “Dinah was in no way offering an apology. She’s just implying that IF someone out of all them ever mess up, it’s their duty to talk about it & clear the air”.

Overall the OT5 POV tends to be neutral. Generally it falls for whatever they’re trying to sell us but in the end a real ot5 sticks by “we don’t know anything, we can’t judge shit”.

This is why the narrative is mainly BIPARTISAN. Works by feeding OT4s & Camilizers simultaneously & none of the sides will ever clear up anything at all, cause that’s the whole point about it. Keeping fans formulating conclusions about every little thing. This way they turn the smallest aspects into the biggest deal

Maneuvering the narrative’s strings through the interviews is totally so common for the following reasons (esp coming from #them):

These are not done spontaneously. Whether if it’s written or recorded, a script must be approve first. Or the artists practice the same question multiple times with their team. Either way when it comes to be in front of the reporter they know perfectly what to expect & they just compensate the farce with their charisma.

Media training plays its role here. Let’s not forget for the umpteenth time that if the girls are given orders, whether if it’s a last minute arrangement or planned with anticipation, THEY MUST OBEY. They pretty much don’t have an option unless they negotiate with their team.

More importantly it allows them to orchestrate the whole by releasing the interviews whenever they want to. Whether if they’re controlling pivotal points or simple plot twists, an interview can be scheduled & done months before they let it out. They test reactions first via SM & according to where they’re want to lead the fans, they’ll release periodically or drop it like a bomb if they need to. Or if in the end, they decide it’s better not to reveal certain statements they simply won’t put the interview out.

What can we do about it? Easy. Don’t jump into the obvious assumptions right away instead try to search what do they want to obtain from that particular interview (headlines come as major key to this). Also just enjoy of the funny moments the girls hand us in most of the interviews. They might not be the greatest at handling their media training but if you ask me, that’s one of the special things about them.  They’re messy, goofy most of the times & usually have me cracking up halfway the video. It’s a lot more enjoyable that having to bear with the monotonous answers or in some cases the interviewer’s lack of enthusiasm. Another reason why I can’t wait for them to take that charisma into talk shows.

P.D. A shout out to the MTV interviewer (Meredith) you could tell she was happy & to be right there with them. Interested in what they had to say. Plus she didn’t interrupt & made concise questions.

Repressed Crush - Mitch Marner

Originally posted by phillymyers

Note: lol bois its been like 6 weeks since I’ve been productive, so sorry. But here’s the long awaited imagine, love yall. also pls enjoy my meme.

Mentions: Auston Matthews, JVR

Warnings: like idk man, rude mitch

Requested by Anonymous: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader and auston are best friends but the reader and marner act like they hate eachother but they actually love each other? Maybe they figure out that they love each other by auston teasing them that the reason they act like they hate each other is because they both secretly have a crush on each other? Maybe Marner kisses her to prove that there are no feeling but there actually is? idk if that makes sense but thank u :)            

Up Next: Man, who knows. Probably Jesse Puljujarvi

Teaser: “cOnGRaTUlaTe hIM oN tHe gOaL (Y/N).” Your mocking tone inspired the glare that your best friend sent to you, as a few of the surrounding Leafs chuckled.

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Doctor Appointment — Peter x Reader

Part 1

Summary: Fast forward, three years, when Peter Parker graduates high school and moved Upstate, ready to be a part of the Avengers. There he meets you, where you work for the Avengers. There, Peter falls head over heels for you, despite you being slightly older than him.

A/N:It’s an Older!Reader x Peter, not that big of an age gap tho. I had several ideas for this same concept so, might as well have different parts.

Word count: 1 541

Warnings: none

Just in case you don’t know, Y/L/N stands for Your last name, and Y/C//N for Your complete name

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Riverdale’s Pagliacci-Riverdale Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some depressing thoughts and it’s pretty long

A/N: I really like Riverdale and had this idea in my head while watching it. Hope you enjoy it! Slight Y/N X Archie

Originally posted by bethsmaggie

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

There’s an old story about a man who goes to the doctor because he’s depressed and feels all alone in the cruel world. The doctor tells him to go see the great clown Pagliacci since he’s in town tonight and is sure to lift his mood. The man looks up at the doctor and bursts into tears and says that he is Pagliacci. It’s an old trope about how the funniest people are really the most depressed people. It helps explain things like how the great Robin Williams, who brought joy to so many people, would kill himself. However, when we really think about it, it makes sense: funny people make jokes about the crappy things going on around us to not only distract us but themselves from the horrors of the world. Sure, they’re known as a bright light, but it’s also hard for funny people to express how sad and in pain they really are because they’re supposed to see the humor in everything. Little did my friends and I know that we had our own Pagliacci: Y/N Y/L/N. She used to say that she came out of the womb pulling a funny face and then her mom dropped her so her face would straighten out. It was definitely one of her darker jokes, but it always made people laugh. She always had this look in her y/e/c eyes that said “If you thought that was funny, wait until you see or hear this…”. However, a little after the death of Jason Blossom, the brightness in her eyes was fading away and it was almost too late before my friends and I noticed it. It started off as a normal night at Pop’s for me, writing and brooding until Y/N walked in.

    The bell on the front door of Pop’s dinged as someone else walked into the dinner that fateful night. It was only eight o’clock but Jughead was already three pages into the latest part of his novel and he was in a zone if he did say so himself.

    “Pop’s, the usual please but make my milkshake a double, it’s been one of those days,” Y/N said as she sauntered over to Jughead’s booth.

    The owner chuckled behind the counter. “Right away, Miss Y/L/N.”
    “A double chocolate milkshake with extra whip cream? You must plan to die a heroic death by diabetes,” Jughead said without looking up from him laptop screen.

    “My body needs sugar. Without it, it goes all haywire,” Y/N said as she sat in the seat across from Jughead. “Who are you writing about this time? Is it the mysterious Veronica? The golden Archie? Or is it your beloved blonde, Betty?”
     “None of the above,” Jughead said, but not without a notable bristle at the word “beloved”. 

     “Then who could you possibly be writing about?” Suddenly, Y/N’s eyes widened and she placed a hand over her heart. “Is it about me? Are you writing about how impossibly charming and witty I am?”

      Jughead couldn’t fight the smile off his face as he tried to remain serious. “I see you’ve humbled with age and no, I’m not writing about you.”

      Y/N scoffed and stole some fries off his plate. “Whatever, I do expect a full chapter of me in that finished novel though. We both know how much amazing material I’ve given you over the years.”

     “Yes, but we’re not all talented at writing jokes about our dearest friends,” Jughead said.

     Y/N’s eyes widened as she remembered something. “That reminds me, I came up with some new jokes.”

    “Have you been invited to perform somewhere?”

    “No, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” She began digging her notebook of jokes out of her backpack without waiting for Jughead’s response.

     “Y/N, I’m kind of busy.”
     Y/N narrowed her y/e/c eyes at him and Jughead couldn’t help but smirk. They had a tradition of meeting at Pop’s and they would run their ideas by each other. Jughead would critique Y/N’s jokes and Y/N would critique Jughead’s stories. Sometimes, Jughead would get annoyed with all the physical humor Y/N would do in her acts because he thought she was being lazy while Y/N didn’t always appreciated Jughead’s use of prose nor his metaphors. However, their writing relationship worked and helped strengthen their long friendship.

     “Alright, I’m all ears.” Jughead closed his laptop and leaned forward, giving Y/N all his attention.

     “Okay, I came up with this one during history,” Y/N said.

     “You were writing jokes during history class? No wonder you have a C minus.”

     “It’s not my fault Mr. Sherman isn’t giving me good material. Anyway, it’s all about feminism and how I’m the worst feminist ever,” Y/N said.


    “Alright, so, you know how all these girls are upset about getting catcalled. I can’t go five minutes without hearing some girl complain about how a guy whistled at her or fed her a stupid pick up line. Yes, this is probably one of the most common ways that women are degraded by men but you must notice that it only happens to the hot girls. Think about it, when was the last time you saw an ugly girl walking down a street and some guy whistled at her and she rolled her eyes or told him to shut up. Because it doesn’t happen!”

   Jughead started chuckling. “That’s horrible.”

   “I’m not done. When you have a face like this,” Y/N gestured to her own face, “you take what you can get. I am probably the only reason catcalling still exists because when I guy says ‘Yo baby, you got some fries to go with that shake?’, I say, ‘Honey, I don’t just have fries, I also come with a burger and your choice of toy’.”

    Jughead burst out laughing and he held his stomach because it hurt so much. He had tears in his eyes and when he wiped them away, Y/N was smirking. “Do you really say that stuff to guys?”

    “Yes, yes I do. It’s amazing that I’m still single, right?”

    Jughead sighed. “You know, you’re not hideous, Y/N.”

    “Gee, thanks, Jughead. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

    “I didn’t mean it like that,” Jughead said.

   “Didn’t mean what like what?” Veronica asked.

   She and Betty had just walked in and were standing at their booth.

   “Jughead just said that I was not hideous and it’s probably the most confusing compliment I’ve ever received,” Y/N said.

   “Well, he’s right, you’ve got great legs,” Veronica said.

    “See, Veronica appreciates me!”

   Y/N moved over and Veronica sat next to her. Jughead rolled his eyes.

  “You’re so sensitive.”

   “Your face is so sensitive!”

   “Oh, could you stop being a child for a second?”

   But Jughead had to fight back a laugh since Veronica and Betty were already in stitches. As the two girls laughed, they had genuine joy in their eyes but when Jughead looked at Y/N, there was something missing. They didn’t sparkle like they used to when she told a joke. Sure, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat but when the emotion didn’t reach her eyes, something was up.

   “So, Y/N, do you have any new material?” Betty asked.

   “Yes, but it will definitely trigger all the feminists. It’s going to be great.” Y/N grinned again.

    They quickly fell into a conversation concerning Jason Blossom and Polly which Y/N was barely paying attention to. Whenever Jughead looked her way, she was staring out the window, looking at the pitch black night. Something was definitely wrong but he couldn’t say anything, not right there. 

    Suddenly, her phone dinged and Y/N jumped before answering her phone. Her eyebrows furrowed immediately and then she stiffened.

    “What is it, Y/N?” Veronica asked.

   “I have to go, the maternal parental unit is beckoning me home. I must bid you all adieu.” 

    Veronica let her out of the booth and Y/N turned to Pop’s and told him to make her special to go. 

   “What’s going on?” Betty asked.

   “She’s just worried that something’s going to happen to me if I don’t come home before ten o’clock. Parents, right?”

   “And you will take my suggestions on your catcalling joke?” Betty asked.

   “I’ll see what I can do with fitting the playbook in there but I’d rather not have to worry about the football team coming after me,” Y/N said.

   Betty shot her a look. “Y/N…”

   “Come on, did I not hold the camera while you scared the crap out of Chuck? I am a feminist, Betty, I just like having the door opened for me, I prefer not to pay for the bill at the end of a dinner date, and I really, really like having heavy things carried for me.”

    Betty smiled. “True, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
   “Okay, and Jughead, please mention my amazing charm and wit in your novel.”
    “We’ll see.”

    Y/N playfully rolled her eyes before strolling away and grabbing her dinner from Pop’s. Archie nearly ran straight into her as she tried to leave and he was entering.

     “Oh, sorry, Y/N! You okay?” Archie asked.

     “Yeah, you just nearly knocked the breath out of me. Someone’s been lifting.” Y/N playfully grabbed his arm and squeezed.

    “You’re leaving already?”

    “When my mom calls, I must answer. You do not want to see that woman angry. She puts Godzilla to shame.”

     Archie chuckled a bit. “That’s too bad. I was hoping we could talk.” 

    “About your deep, passionate love for me that you thought was unrequited for all these years?” Y/N spoke in a mock passionate voice. “Of course, my dear ginger, we will speak about it but at some other time. I really must be off.”

    Archie laughed nervously as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, you know me so well. I’ll talk to you later?”


   If only she had stayed at the diner a few minutes longer, if only Riverdale High’s talented class clown had decided to stay with her red-headed knight and the rest of us. Then maybe, just maybe, she would have avoided witnessing a tragedy. Nothing changes a person’s life like a parent dying, especially if that parent’s death was because of the other parent.

   Police cars surrounded the humble Y/L/N house and the neighbors were all out in the driveway and on the road, trying to get a peek at what had happened. The sheriff and the rest of the policemen did their best at trying to keep them away, but it wasn’t every day that a man killed his wife in cold blood and their daughter witnessed it. Kevin, Veronica, and Archie were three of the first people there while Jughead and Betty came a few minutes later. No one saw Mr. Y/L/N get led into a police car by the sheriff nor did anyone get a glimpse of Mrs. Y/L/N’s body in a body bag, but everyone kept trying to get a peek.

    “Is Y/N okay?” Jughead asked.

    “I think so, she hasn’t come outside at all, though,” Archie said.

     “I can’t believe this happened to Y/N of all people. She must feel awful,” Veronica said.

    “Part of me thinks this is some sort of horrid, cruel joke or prank, but it can’t be,” Betty said. “I just want to talk to her.”

    “Well, they’re not letting anyone in,” Archie said.

    Veronica turned to Kevin and his eyes widened. “Oh, I don’t know, V.”

    “Come on, Kev, you have strings, pull them.”

    Kevin gave up quickly but managed to convince his dad that at least one of his friends should be allowed to go see her.

    “Who’s the closest to her?” the sheriff asked.

    “Well, Jughead, Betty, and I have known her since we were three,” Archie said.

    “You should go see her, Archie,” Jughead said. “I’m not good in these kinds of moments.”

    “Are you sure? You’re her best friend.”

    “Yeah, I’m sure.”

    The sheriff let Archie through and instructed him to be extremely careful about walking into the crime scene. The CSI team was spread throughout the Y/L/N home, looking for any sort of incriminating evidence against Mr. Y/L/N. It was like a ghost house now because Y/N’s house used to be so light hearted and filled with light. Mrs. Y/L/N would offer Y/N’s visiting friends cookies or other baked goods and would ignore Y/N’s comments about how cannabis would make her baking taste better. Mr. Y/L/N would seem like a threatening shadow since he was about 6′3″ and made of pure muscle—-doing four tours in Iraq could do that to a man. However, he seemed to be a big softie when Y/N was around.

    Archie didn’t even know what to say when he would see Y/N. She was never a super sensitive person but she rarely showed any emotion besides being goofy or taking things not too seriously. He wasn’t surprised when he found her leaning against the kitchen wall with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked up when she saw him and smiled.

   “My knight in a shining letterman jacket.”

    Archie couldn’t find the words to speak. They seemed to be caught in his throat and it wasn’t the first time Y/N had such an affect on him. She had done it the first time he saw her in preschool. She had been running away from Jughead because he was upset that she’d tried to steal his hat. She was laughing the whole time and teasing Jughead to come get her. When she ran smack into Archie and knocked him down onto the grass, all he could do was stare into the prettiest y/e/c eyes he had ever seen before in his life. So, yes, Y/N was right about him being in love with her. He just never had the guts to admit it. There was no way he would admit it right then and there. So, he did the next best thing: he held her in his arms.

    Y/N didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. She didn’t cry or shake or do anything that most people would do in that situation. She was just quiet.

     “Are you okay?” he finally whispered.

     “Peachy,” Y/N muttered into his skin. She pulled away a little. “My house has turned into a Law & Order crime scene. I’m just waiting for Olivia Benson to walk through that door and ask me questions.”
    He knew it was an attempt to make light of the situation, so he just smiled. “Still joking around.”

    “I have to.” Y/N looked at him. “Hey, so, is everyone else here? I’m dying to get out of this house.”
   “Are you sure? Don’t they have to question you?”
   “Yeah, but they can’t be too mad at me wanting to get some air,” Y/N said.

   Archie nodded and they walked outside together. Y/N paused for a split second when she saw how many people were standing outside of her house. Then, she strode confidently over to her friends with Archie at her side.

   “Y/N!” Betty, Veronica, and Kevin immediately hugged her while Jughead simply watched on.

    “Don’t squeeze the life out of me, ladies and Kev. I’m fine.” She pulled away from them.

     “What…what happened in there, Y/N?” Betty asked.

      Y/N glanced around before leaning closer to her friends. “There isn’t much to say: my mom told my dad that she was leaving him for the man she’s been sleeping with for the past three months and my dad responded by shooting her in the face.”

   “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Veronica said.

   “Did you see it happen?” Kevin asked.

   “I heard it. My dad was sitting at the table, drinking a beer while my mom bled out onto the kitchen floor. He called 911 and now we’re here.”

    None of her friends knew how to deal with it, not really. Jason Blossom still had just died but this one hit far too close to home for all of them.

    “I hate to break this up but Y/N needs to come to the station for some questions,” the sheriff said.

    “But she didn’t do anything,” Archie said.

     “Of course not. We just want to clarify the story.”
     “I’ll be fine, Ginger.” She squeezed his hand. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
     As Y/N walked along with the sheriff with her head held high to begin strengthening the case against her father, we couldn’t help but be amazed. Most people would have been crying or screaming at that point. But Y/N was still joking around. It was as though none of this had really happened. Then again, Y/N Y/L/N was certainly not like most people, but she still felt grief and sadness, she just wouldn’t show it to anyone for a long time. For the next few weeks to come, Y/N acted completely normal. She continued cracking jokes in class and in the hallways. She would go to the Vixens practice and make fun of Cheryl’s instructions or see the Bulldogs practice and cheer for Archie. When her mother’s funeral came around, her eulogy was full of humor and hope. She didn’t dare mention how her mother died nor that she was having an affair. We all became concerned that Y/N wasn’t displaying grief or any kind of emotion besides happiness at the funeral nor at the wake. In fact, when our dear Pagliacci finally expressed her feelings, it was on a normal night.

     “Just you, Jughead?” Pop asked as he slid him a milkshake.

     Jughead nodded. “It seems as though I’ve been stood up, this never happens.”

     “Maybe she’ll show up, still,” Pop said. 

     “It’s almost nine thirty. She never comes later than eight.”
      “Still can’t believe what happened to her. First Jason Blossom and now Y/N Y/L/N. A real shame.’

     Jughead nodded, closed his laptop, and called Y/N.


     “Where are you? I’m still waiting for you at Pop’s,” Jughead said.

     “Ha! I probably fooled you, didn’t I? I’m probably busy writing a new joke or I’ve gone underground because I’ve been a spy this whole time. Leave a message at the beep!”

     Jughead groaned and hung up. Y/N never let her calls roll to voicemail. Something was definitely wrong.

     “Hey, Juggie, where’s Y/N? She’s usually with you by now, isn’t she?” Betty asked as she slid next to him in the seat.

     “Yeah, but she isn’t answering her phone.”

      “What?” Veronica asked as she and Archie sat on the other side of the booth. “She always answers the phone, even during class.” 

     “Especially during class,” Archie said. “We have to go see her.” 

     “It might not be a good idea for all of us to rush her at her house,” Jughead said. 

     “But we still all have to go. Y/N’s our friend too, Jughead,” Veronica said.

     “Fine, but we have to do it gently.”

    As they all headed out, Veronica grabbed Betty. “You don’t think she hurt herself, do you?”
    “I would say Y/N would never do that but I don’t know. She was always super close with her parents and one of them just killed the other in front of her. There’s no telling what she might do,” Betty said.

    They got to Y/N’s house in record time. Archie rang the doorbell and knocked on the door without any answer. The group quickly got more anxious and Jughead grabbed the spare key under the potted plan on the porch and opened the door.

    “Y/N, are you home?” Jughead called.

   “I’ll try her room,” Betty said.

    “I’ll try her parents’ room,” Veronica said.

    “I guess we’ll all split up until we find her?” Archie asked.

    They nodded and went their separate ways. Betty ended up being right because when she knocked on Y/N’s door, she heard something shifting around.

     “Y/N?” she tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. “It’s me, Betty, I just want to know if you’re okay.”
    “I’m fine.” Y/N’s voice sounded muffled through the door. “I’m just sitting against the door, I got tired of sitting on my bed.”

    Betty slid down to sit on the other side of the door and texted the others that she had found Y/N. “Why didn’t you meet Jughead tonight?”

    “Oh, that’s what I forgot about. To be honest, Betty Blonde, I don’t have any new material right now. I’d hate to just be critiquing JJ’s work the entire time.”

    “He wouldn’t have minded if you would’ve just called. He was really worried about you. We all were.”
    “I’m fine, though. I just wanted to take a nap and then I think I overslept. All I wanted to do was sleep today, honestly.”

    Y/N definitely sounded sleepy and quite sad. The need for sleep was a symptom of depression and it would make sense for Y/N to be depressed in that moment. Betty definitely had to handle this carefully.

    “Do you remember the time that Polly and I got into a big fight and I went to my room crying?”
    “You have to be more specific.”

    Betty smiled slightly. “We were eight and I called you because I thought that she would never speak to me again. Then, you came over with your CD player and the soundtrack to the Aristocats and demanded that I dance with you to “Everybody Wants to Be a Cat”. So we dance and sang around my room for hours just listening to that song on repeat. Then, you told me that if Polly didn’t want to be my sister anymore, I would always be your sister. And that’s when I knew that you were my very best friend. You made me forget about my problems and I can only hope that one day I can make you forget about yours.”

    “Yeah, I remember your mom yelling at us for being too loud and then banning me from coming over for a week,” Y/N said. “Did anyone else come with you?”

    “Yeah, Archie, Jughead, and Veronica.”
    “Tell them to please not eat all of my food. I can barely cook, let alone shop for food.”

     Betty laughed a little. “Okay, I will.”


     Betty went downstairs and was nearly knocked down by Archie since he was the first one to reach her.

     “How is she? Is she okay?”

     “I think she’s suffering some form of depression. All she wants to do is sleep and she wasn’t motivated to do her favorite thing in the world: write jokes.”

     “That’s so sad. Do you think we could talk to her?” Veronica asked.

     “Yeah, one at a time, maybe,” Betty said.

     And that was how it went, one at a time, the four of us tried to talk to Y/N and get her to let us in, not just into her room but into her mind and emotions. It proved to be a difficult feat. 

    “And I must say, the best thing you ever did was ask Cheryl if all her hair was hers in front of all the River Vixens.” Veronica chuckled. “Her face had to have matched her hair. And it was really nice of you to not judge me because of what my father did. No one really does that in this town.”

    “You’re not your father, Veronica,” Y/N whispered. “You must dress a lot better than him.” 

    Veronica laughed a little. “Do you ever stop joking around?”

     A few minutes later, Veronica walked downstairs and she shrugged. “She seems to be acting fairly normal with me, just a little more subdued.”

    Jughead played with his hands. “She’s definitely down but she’s still acting like she’s not. Maybe I should go to talk to her next.” Jughead turned to Archie. “If that’s okay with you.” 

    Archie nodded. “Of course. She’s more likely to open up to you anyway.” 

    “Maybe,” Jughead said. “She wasn’t very open for these past few weeks, though.”

    “Trust me, she’ll say something to you.” Archie didn’t seem bitter about this at all, rather just sad that Y/N hadn’t really confided in him.

     Jughead opened his mouth to speak but kept it close as he went upstairs to talk to Y/N. He didn’t bother knocking on the door as he sat with his back against it. “So, is your phone dead or something? I called you.”

    “I was asleep.”

    “I heard. Are you having fun in there?”

    “No, not really.”

    “You know what would make it a lot more fun?”

    “Dave Chapelle?”
    “No, if you let me in. Come on, Y/N. Two’s better than one.”

     “But there’s five of us in this house.”

     “Yeah, but let’s be honest: you are more likely to let me in than the rest of them.”

    “And why is that?”

    “Because we are the most alike. Because we share so much time together. You don’t have to be so happy all the time, you know. It’s okay to be sad, or melodramatic, as long as it isn’t constant.” 

    There was a long pause and for a moment, Jughead thought he lost her.

    “I don’t like feeling sad, Jughead. It feels like a huge weight is on my chest and shoulders. Joking around makes me and everyone else feel better. How could I be sad?”
    “You’re allowed to be upset, Y/N. Especially after what you’ve just been through. It isn’t healthy to keep all this stuff bottled inside or keep joking about it. And it definitely isn’t healthy to try to push the people who care about you away.”

     There a long, tension-filled pause before Y/N spoke again.

     “My dad did four consecutive tours in Iraq. He became a decorated officer in the US Navy and did a lot of covert stuff. I was proud of him, though, because my dad was a big, brave soldier. Mom didn’t feel the same way, though,” Y/N said. “She felt lonely because he was never around for four years. So, she started staying out later and coming home later. I knew about the men, all of them. I’ve never seen them, but I would hear her talking to them when she thought I was doing homework or sleeping. I hated her for doing that to my dad, the hero, and hoped it would stop when he got back. Well, it didn’t because for all three months he’s been back, she’s been screwing some other guy. I wanted to tell him but I couldn’t. He seemed too happy to be home but he wasn’t as happy as before he left. He would get real moody sometimes and real unpredictable with his actions.”

     Y/N sighed. “They started fighting a lot and the more they fought, the more jokes I wrote to try and forget about it. Jokes are an escape because if I joke about it, it’s not real. That night, my mom told my dad that she was leaving him for the guy that she’s been sleeping with for the past three months. His PTSD was triggered and he shot her, right in my kitchen.”

    Jughead swallowed and he could only imagine what Y/N must have been feeling. Suddenly, the door opened and Y/N stood there, looking like a dejected doll. Jughead scrambled to his feet.

    “Then, he sat there, drinking a beer as though he had just shot and killed a dear rather than my mom. He went on a mini rampage throughout the house, breaking things and screaming but he never touched me. All I could do was stare at my mom’s dead body as she kept bleeding until there wasn’t any blood left,” Y/N whispered. “And the worst part is he didn’t say anything to me.”

     And that was the first time I ever saw Y/N Y/L/N cry. She is going to hate that I wrote this, but to be completely honest, it’s necessary to explain the kind of person she is. She has to be one of the most stubborn but funniest people I ever met. To see her so vulnerable and miserable in that moment was nearly too shocking. She cried for about twenty minutes, not wailing or wheezing or making any other sort of sound affect. Her shoulders shook as tears ran down her face and I hugged her, feeling tears of my own well up. Misery certainly does love company.

    When Y/N pulled away, she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. “Sorry about that meltdown.”

    “It’s fine, I’ve seen you at your worst before.”

    “This isn’t my worst?” Y/N teased gently.

     “No, I do recall a time where you forgot to bring swimming clothes with you to the pool but still jumped in.”

    “Yeah, I spent the whole day soaking wet,”  Y/N said. “But I was seven.”

    “The most stubborn seven year old I’ve ever met.”

    Y/N shrugged. “I’m sorry if I worried you about me.”

    “I wasn’t that worried, but the others thought you might be suicidal.”

    Y/N scoffed. “I could never hurt myself. All the possible ways are horrifying. Plus, I’m a bit of a wimp.”

    Jughead smiled. “Same old Y/N.”

   “Same old Jughead.”

   Y/N followed Jughead downstairs and slowly approached Archie. Betty and Veronica sat up in their seats at the dining table while Archie just kept staring at Y/N, looking anxious.

    “Hi, guys, sorry if I made you think that something bad happened. I was just a little down is all but I appreciate your concern,” Y/N said. “It’s good to know that I’ve got people looking out for me, even if it is this motley crew.”

    They all laughed except Archie who walked slowly towards her as though moving any faster would scare her away. “Please, try not to scare us like that again. I hate to think that something else could have happened to you or—”

    Y/N cut him off by cupping his face in her hands and pressing her mouth to his. Betty looked stunned, Veronica seemed smug,and Jughead fought the urge to roll his eyes.

     “Perfect timing,” Jughead muttered as he walked to stand by Betty.

    Archie kissed Y/N back almost immediately but pulled away. “I, uh, what was that for?”

    “I knew you wouldn’t do it and I felt a little sentimental, Ginger,” Y/N said with a smirk.

     And that is the story of Riverdale’s Pagliacci. While she couldn’t cheer herself up, her friends definitely helped her. 

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C: A couple of days ago I was walking home from the store and this lady started to hit on me. I told her i don’t feel that way about her and I kept on walking. She was a couple years older. I’m bi, but she wasn’t really my type. Then she said I was homophobic for rejecting her. I feel bad. Like ,maybe I should’ve given her my number or something, but idk I’m confused tbh. All of her friends – other women – were looking at me like I was a monster 😖.

Need an opinion.

So for the past four years me and a girl have grown closer and closer together as online friends. I started it knowing she was younger then me she had told me 16y me being 24y.

No problem I was never once after her for her body never even asked for a photo. She had posted in one of the Kik dating sites that she was feeling down and needed someone to speak with. I told her my age right away and made it clear she never had to speak with me but if she needed a sounding wall I would listen.

We talked and it was normal teenage things she could use an outside opinion of. Parents evil, others say she’s ugly, boys want sex. I told her a few things that helped me and I don’t know if I did wrong or not.

Over the years we have kept talking finding we both enjoyed many of the same things. I even got to know others in her family and friends, it was and still is a very healthy friendly relationship. She has called me her senpai (older brother like figure)

The only problem is we both have grown closer together. Her mom and dad both know of me and know in the end I want her to be both happy and safe. Now she tells me that she was really two years younger. Why she told me is the chance that we could meet for real this year might happen and it’s her parents doing.

My parents there is a 10y gap between my mom and dad. There the only people with such a large age difference that I don’t know how common something like this really is and it’s hard to ask people without thinking I get labeled as something I’m not.

So my question is this.

A) Meet her enjoy some sites after her moving keeping my relationship as a simple friend that her family knows about safe.

B) Be upfront and honest with her parents that me and her care for each other and would like to see about dating slowly with there knowing and ok beforehand.

C) Sneak around like a couple of pervy kids because we don’t want her parents finding out she dating an older guy.

D) Her saying she is two year’s younger is a sign she wants to stay just online friends? This one seems unlikely given other reasons I won’t go into. But mainly because she talks about meeting more then me at times.

P.S. Yeah I know asking here I’m probably going to get pervy answers. But shit where else would I go to ask something like this anonymously?

Fracture 2/

Chapter 2 of my retelling of V route! AO3 | Chapter one | Masterlist

I’m sorry for the lack of realism in their argument dfgdfgd who argues over a list?? Seems fake to me

Juyeon is not my oc! She is the brainchild of @yoosungshoodie, who let me borrow her for this fic

Rating Gen | Jumin x MC

It began with an argument long in the making.

She had been so excited to be married, to take the next step and build a life together, and Jumin made no secret of the fact that he felt the same way. In the weeks that followed the RFA party, they stayed awake long into the night, hands interlocked and equally wistful, imagining their wedding ceremony and the sort of life they might have afterwards.

“I’ll make you pancakes in a morning,” he whispered in her ear once, wrapping his arms around her middle. “Buttermilk ones, with a fruit compote.”

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A Friend In Need

Four days after Barry walked into the Speed Force, things are just starting to hurt a little bit less for Cisco. He’s just starting to get used to the empty lab. To stop expecting that rush of wind tangling his hair when Barry sprints in. To stop grabbing food out of the fridge without expecting Caitlin to yell at him for taking her last pizza pocket. To stop imagining the sound of a drumbeat he’ll never hear again.

Cisco’s in STAR Labs, tinkering with an update to Wally’s suit when the phone rings. He sees Lyla’s name on the display and knows it’s nothing good. She never calls with good news.

“Johnny’s missing,” she says without preamble. “He and Felicity were taken while leaving Star City, and now Oliver’s not answering my calls.”

“What do you need me to do?” Cisco asked.

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Milkshakes Equal Blowjobs

Pairing:  Archie Andrews X Original Character

Summary: In which two incredibly hot individuals had a secret, which provoked a bet, and ended up in bed with their clothes scattered around the house and smirks adorning their faces. 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (male receiving), slight dom!Archie

Word Count: 5450

Notes: This is from my Wattpad account (nefariousmermaid) which is why the O/C has a name (Elodie Robins) and isn’t just y/n and a friend recently recommended posting it on here, so please feel free to message me your thoughts.

    Before the small town of Riverdale was even given a second to prepare, spring hit it like a bitch slap from the popular girl after she found out her boyfriend was cheating with her best friend. It was fucked up. Rays of sun bled through the slim cracks between curtains, unwillingly awakening the residence of this town before their alarms were given a chance. Unfortunately for any students inhabiting this secretive place, the sudden heat-wave decided to fall upon a Friday, meaning they had to endure a day of suffocatingly hot classrooms surrounded by sweaty pubescent teenagers.

Secretive. That was the only way to describe Riverdale without falling into a web of deceit. Passers-by thought of it as a quaint little village swept up in its own snow-globe societal bubble. Stay there for long enough and the snow settles to reveal crumbling facades of families attempting to hide their betrayal behind picture-perfect, white-picket fence lives. Everyone had to upkeep a certain image; there were no drugs or drinking, no sex, no swearing, and certainly no terminal illnesses. Thank fucking god there were some exceptions to this rule.

Uniform regulations were thrown out the window as pupils rifled their way through winter coats and oversized hoodies to find anything thin enough so they wouldn’t turn into a melting mess of hormones on the walk to school.

Elodie Robins dug through her wardrobe for what felt like an eternity, throwing black and grey clothes to the other side of her room just to find something that didn’t completely resemble the colour of death. It was a difficult task, but after fighting through the sea of clothing, the petite blonde managed to find two articles perfect for a sunny day like today.

After a cooling shower, she swapped her pink babydoll for a pastel blue crop top and white scalloped skater skirt- she paired the bright outfit with a pair of black ankle boots. Most would deem her choice of footwear as too high for traipsing around school, but being a foot smaller than nearly all of her peers was simply not okay. Her ridiculously long platinum locks had been swept out of her face and into a half ponytail, curls spilling over her shoulders all the way down to hip level. On any other day, Elodie would happily put an abundance of effort into crafting the perfect make-up look to match her mood. But with the heat rising by what felt like the second, all she could be bothered for was a little mascara and some nude lipstick so she didn’t feel like a complete zombie.

Whilst clasping her cursive little necklace, the music playing in the background was suddenly cut short when a ‘ping’ cut through the room. With a small roll of her eyes, she picked up the rose-gold phone and smiled at it almost instantly.

Flame Crotch 🔥
Do you really hate the cold that much?

Elliephant 🐘💞
If I was really a witch do you think I’d still be living in this shithole??
Also I’m a siren not a witch thank you very much, check your facts, you cretin 🖤

Flame Crotch 🔥
Whatever you say, succubus 🖤

Just you and me walking today, Betty went early to revise

Elliephant 🐘💞
Ofc she did, but yayy I get my boy back for fifteen minutes, yk she likes you like a lOT I don’t know whether it’s sweet or scary

Now leave your girl in peace she needs to get ready, see you in 10

Flame Crotch 🔥
Idk either, she’s just one of those people I can’t see as more than a friend, laters little x

Elliephant 🐘💞
You’re going to hold that against me forever aren’t you

Flame Crotch 🔥
Thought you were getting ready??

But yes, this is why you shouldn’t tell me things 😁😁

Elliephant 🐘💞
And yet I still do, lol I got shit on you that could get you a prison sentence longer than your work out routine boo x

The blonde found herself smiling down at the next text Archie sent her, and the next, until the booming voice of her mother got ever louder and reached the threshold of her bedroom door. Jamie huffed in annoyance, blowing her messy hair up momentarily, and after realising her daughter still wasn’t totally listening she threw a pillow at her. She smirked at her daughter’s shriek and said, “Elodie Marie, I’ve been calling you for five minutes. Get downstairs and eat those damn pancakes!”

“Did you make them?” The younger Robins sassed without missing a beat and threw the pillow back at her mother in the process. Jamie pursed her lips for a moment and scowled then relaxed her face into a bright smile with a light chuckle, “Of course not! You’re looking rather colourful today, dressing up for your boyfriend?” She ended in a sing song manner and Elodie was left scowling to herself as the older woman walked away.

Elodie shouted down the hall, “Archie Andrews is not my boyfriend! I am a single, empowered woman who happens to enjoy cuddles thank you very much!”

What she hadn’t anticipated to hear was the throaty chuckle of her best friend from the bottom of the stairs. Her scowl turned into confusion and her brows knitted together when she reached the banister, leaning over slightly to see a birds eye view of a red mop of hair.

“You know,” the boy shouted, turning to face the stairs, and smiling once he saw the slim blonde standing with her head in her hands admiring him. He continued quieter this time, “I’m also a single, empowered woman who enjoys cuddles, we have so much more in common than I thought.”

“You’re an idiot.” Elodie shook her head and she clicked her way down the stairs with an amused grin adorning her features. There wasn’t any wait before she jumped at Archie from the bottom step, he caught her with ease as her legs wrapped around his waist. She giggled into the collar of his shirt and hooked her arms around the back of his neck, smiling up at the tall redhead with a shit-eating grin.

Archie suddenly spun them both around making the petite blonde grab on tighter and couldn’t help but smile at the small squeak that fell from her lips. “But I’m your idiot.” He pecked her cheek and carried her into the kitchen, gently setting her back on the floor just in time so her father didn’t see.

Weirdly enough, this was completely normal for the two friends. They’d known each other since the summer before second grade when the Robins family relocated to this small town. Vegas was off the leash on a walk and decided on the way home to say hello to the new neighbours. When Fred finally caught up to him, Vegas was being petted by two young girls and couldn’t bring himself to take the dog away from them. Fred and Mary invited Jamie and Luke over for dinner, and Elodie accidentally walked in on Archie in the bathroom since the door hadn’t been locked. They’d literally had no boundaries from the first day they met, and almost ten years later barely anything had changed. Sure as they grew up and went to high school they agreed on certain rules, but nothing would ever change about their friendship.

They ate breakfast together, like every Friday since Fred always went to work earlier, and said goodbye to Elodie’s parents before leaving. A light breeze welcomed her legs once she and Archie began the dreaded walk to school. Although half the time had been spent complaining, Elodie couldn’t help but smile to herself and bask in the new-found warmth that graced Riverdale. The two were all excited for the quick change in weather, making plans on how to spend the rest of the day once let out of hell. And as expected, the whole student body became a hot, sticky mess within seconds of entering the large prison some dared to call school.

The day was an uneventful sweat-fest until the band of six friends decided to grab a bite to eat at Pop’s. And, that was when tensions began to rise between the pint size blonde and her red-headed friend. There had always been a blurred line with them, friendly flirting easily turned into adulterated teasing but it had never amounted to anything more than a few (several) prolonged kisses every now and again.

After a lengthy night of eating and gossip, Betty and Kevin excused themselves to catch a movie at the drive-in; and less than ten minutes later Flick excused herself and her girlfriend, leaving the two alone sat opposite each other. Cherry forced a promise out of Archie that he’d get Elodie home safe, a sweet gesture any outsider may mistake for a threat. The two split a slice of piping hot chocolate fudge cake and continued their aimless conversation over the most recent episode of The Originals- Archie wasn’t exactly sure how, when or why he’d been roped into watching a show about vampires and werewolves, but he wasn’t scared to admit he fell in love with it after only a couple of episodes.

Elodie took a final slurp of her milkshake, eyes flickering up to lock with Archie’s, making sure he watched whilst she licked her lips clean in an agonisingly slow motion. The boy groaned involuntarily at her teasing actions and instantly grazed his bottom lip between his teeth to stop another noise escaping. Ellie couldn’t help but smirk as she let out a dry, sultry chuckle, playing with the straw in her now empty glass with two manicured fingers, “Arch, that whole lip biting thing has become quite the habit of yours recently.”

His eyebrows raised in question, mouth agape and heart thumping wildly in his chest whilst he fought to find some witty response in his mind. Then, once broken out of the dazed state, no clever come-back on the tip of his tongue but not willing to back down and blush like he always did at her teasing either, “You can blame yourself for that, little girl.”

She gasped dramatically at the sudden revelation, hand flying up to cover her mouth in feigned shock. One heel clad foot traced up and down the boy’s calf tauntingly, her face keeping its innocent expression the entire time, feeling accomplished as the boy visibly tensed, “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He shook his head in attempts to suppress a smile. A moment later, Archie lifted his head to see the blonde watching him intently, thoughts suddenly stuttering when her foot began edging up towards his thigh, “C-can you go one day without doing what you’re doing right now?”

Elodie shrugged, running her foot down his leg ever so lightly before leaving the boy be, at least for now, “You just make it so easy though, always blushing at the slightest touch and stuttering like a twelve year old attempting to ask out their first crush. Don’t get me wrong it’s adorable, but you’re holding back, Arch. There’s a lion waiting to be awakened under that puppy facade, I just wanna know how long it’s going to take for you to break.”

“Ready to go, Tiger?” Archie asked abruptly and rather loudly, placing a handsome tip on the table then standing to his feet and shuffling out of the booth. It caused a few unwanted stares, but his attention stayed focused on the girl he held his hand out to expectantly. Her words had struck him, and if they stayed here any longer it wouldn’t be long until he showed his true colours.

The petite girl furrowed her brows in confusion, but took the boy’s hand even so, and got up from the strawberry red seat. She eyed up her friend sceptically, wondering if she’d accidentally pushed him too far and that he was annoyed, maybe even angered by her words. A dull feeling lulled to life in the pit of her stomach at the thought, teasing Archie was second nature, he’d normally play along and get her back another time, but the tight grip on her tiny hand suggested he didn’t want to play this game anymore.

The two friends left Pop’s in silence, sending the owner and wait-staff a wave goodbye as always. What they hadn’t seen, what nobody ever questioned, was the presence of a dark haired boy alone in a booth at the other end of the restaurant to them. He wore his usual beanie, the blue-ish grey one he’d cut to resemble a crown years ago, and had his head in his beloved MacBook. But the sullen boy always managed to pay attention to the world around him, catching every quick glance, all the teasing touches and hugs that lingered a little too long no-one else was ever meant to see. He sat back and observed, that’s just what he did best.

Out of the only good restaurant in town and into the uninviting cool evening air, Archie’s hand warmly clasped Elodie’s smaller one, tugging her closer at the sudden bite in the wind. The door swung shut behind them and before he could take another step forward, the blonde pulled her friend to a halt, worry clouding his eyes at the sight of her wide ones. She pouted, a habit of hers, and began interlacing their fingers in different patterns, “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I was only joking so I didn’t think you’d take it seriously and then you went quiet so I assumed it was because of something I said. I’ll reign it in I promise, I-”

Archie cut her off by roughly smashing his lips to hers. Through utter shock, Ellie didn’t react at first, and just as she felt herself relaxing into the passionate kiss, the boy broke away. He ran a hand through his fiery hair as the other stayed at the side of her face, “El, I don’t even know what you’re on about, so please just stop apologising. Whatever you think you did wrong, you didn’t, you’re fine and we’re fine.” He paused and interlaced their hands again, “I thought I should probably keep my end of the deal and get you home safe and sound before it’s pitch black out, you know, so Cherry doesn’t murder me in my sleep and keep my balls as a keychain. Don’t tell her or Flick, but they’re honestly both terrifying when it comes to protecting you.”

The blonde breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but chuckle at her own ridiculousness, “So, you aren’t mad?”

He slung his arm over her shoulder and the two finally began walking home, “Funnily enough, Tiger, having my stunning best friend flirt with me doesn’t exactly make me mad.”

Elodie smirked to herself and let her head fall to the boy’s chest for the rest of the walk home. It wasn’t too late by the time they arrived at the bottom of their road, sun barely visible through a haze of lilac and burnt orange clouds but still managing to light the path ahead of them. Upon reaching her house, the two found no cars parked on the driveway and all lights off inside the house.

“Do you- uh- want me to stay until your parents get back?” Archie asked, concern lacing his tone at the thought of the tiny blonde standing by his side being alone. Last year, when her parents were away to celebrate their anniversary and her sister had gone out partying with Polly and Jason, Elodie fell asleep watching Bob’s Burgers and awoke to the feeling the cold barrel of a gun pressed to her forehead. She was told to turn off the alarm and forced to give the intruders the code to the safe, next thing she knew she was in hospital with a concussion. The ordeal terrified her, no matter how many showers she had she couldn’t wash off the feeling of their filthy hands and the image of a gun barrel mere centimetres away from her head plagued her mind for weeks.

Ellie shrugged and sent him a strained smile, “If you feel like staying ‘til Sunday, then be my guest.” She said, the boy sent her a confused look so the blonde elaborated, “They’ve gone away with Alice and Hal to Miami for some couples retreat thing.”

“What about Ren?” Archie questioned again, watching as Elodie unlocked her front door, turned off the alarm and flicked the light switch. He joined her inside the house, closing the door behind him and turning back to find the girl reading a handwritten note:

Staying at Kate’s for the weekend. If you plan on throwing a party or having friends around please clean up after, fridge’s fully stocked and dad left some money on the counter if you need anything else. I fed the cats so just feed them in the morning. Don’t break anything!!
Your favourite sister, Ren x

“Yep, it’s decided. I’m staying, you don’t get a say in this.” The redhead affirmed after reading the note. Elodie faced the boy with a faux annoyed expression. She huffed and made it look like she was contemplating letting him stay, but nodded after a minute, “Fine, if you really feel the need to then I guess I have no other choice but to let you stay… Could I have your phone for a second, please?”

He gave her a rather strange look, since her phone was in her bag and therefore closer, but he shrugged and threw her his anyway, “Urgh, such a burden, I know. What exactly are you doing, El?”

She smiled at the very limited stream of messages she’d tapped onto, finding their conversations so predictable of their relationship, “Texting your dad so he knows you’re here, I know we’re only over the road but I also know that he gets anxious and that you don’t know how to text back unless it concerns food.

Hey Mr A, hope you don’t mind me (El) stealing your son for the night, and maybe the weekend too. My parents are out on some trip and after what happened I don’t really want to be alone and Archie offered to stay over whilst they’re gone. Don’t worry he’s been fed and watered and we’ll probably just binge Netflix all weekend- I mean do work like good children!! Have a lovely evening and say goodnight to Vegas for us, love your friendly neighbourhood Elliephant x

She grinned smugly and handed the boy his phone back, sauntering off into the kitchen where she found one of her cats lying on the floor like the absolute weirdo it was. But then, a plan came to mind and the girl picked up the grey fluff-ball, “Hey, Arch?” She called out waiting for a response before following up with, “Wanna stroke my pussy?”

“Wh-w-what?” Archie spluttered, rushing to the kitchen at lightning speed to see if his ears were deceiving him, only to find Elodie petting Leo in fits of giggles. “You’re an ass, El. A very cute, annoying ass.”

The small blonde snorted as she set the cat back on the floor, “Oh, hush you overgrown baby, it was only a joke.” Elodie shimmied off her heels and jumped up onto a countertop, opening the highest cupboard and carefully taking out two pint glasses. She slid down to sit on her butt, holding the cups out to her friend, “When you’re done sulking, would you be so kind as to put these on the side for me, pretty please with squirty cream and a cherry on top?”

The boy booped her on the nose and took the glasses, fingertips grazing for only a second but still sending a shockwave through them both, “You’re lucky you’re so damn adorable, little girl.”

Elodie sighed contently, staring into the distance with a dopey smile adorning her features. Nights like these were a rarity in Riverdale: being able to relax in the comfort of warm weather and great friends, every moment felt like a precious memory, especially when they included Archie. The girl shook herself away from the daydreams, the sound of glasses hitting the counter opposite bringing her back to reality. With Archie’s back turned, the girl easily made out the prominent lines of his muscles through the thin white t-shirt stretched perfectly over his torso. She couldn’t stop herself from biting her lower lip at the sight, accidentally stealing his habit.

Then, a switch flicked in her head and Elodie grabbed his arm, spinning the redhead around and pulling him close. The surprise on his face was enough to make her chuckle, but instead she laced both arms around his neck and crashed their lips together. Her legs hooked around his torso as his hands found her platinum locks, both gripping tightly as they pressed into each other with fervour. The kisses turned wild and the room heated to feel like a furnace, skin sizzling as sweat began to bead on the back of her neck at the intensity. Elodie elicited indescribable moans when his large hands began to roam her body, gripping her hips before squeezing her perky butt like he’d always wanted to.

Archie lifted her up with ease and slammed her into the nearest wall, head dipped to continue the vehemence kiss in all it’s urgency. Her legs shook with anticipation, having to tighten her hold just so she didn’t fall. But that didn’t matter with his soft lips smashing hard against hers, another explicit noise falling in her state of ecstasy. He bit at her lower lip, finding a sudden desperation for the euphoric kiss to continue.

“Fuck,” Elodie cried vibrantly, her head falling back against the cool wall behind her, a welcomed cold contrast to the warmth of the boy’s velvety mouth. She let out a breath shakily, her chest heaving against Archie’s in quick, impatient movements. He couldn’t help but smirk, and began pressing sweet kisses to her neck, sucking and nipping enough to mark her body as his. Ellie bit back a moan, her hands raking through his fiery hair with her heart beating a frenzied rhythm against her ribs, “what are we doing, Arch?”

Archie paused and his head snaps up to meet hers, planting the most demanding kiss against her lips she’d ever received before answering feverishly, “No fucking clue.”

The boy readjusted his grip, hands clutching her bare skin as he miraculously got them both upstairs and in Elodie’s bedroom. He placed her down not so gently and kicked the door shut. Just as he took a step to close the gap now between them, the blonde pushed him away with darkness in her eyes and lust taking over her actions. He stumbled back, hitting the door with a thump and sent her a confused look.

But Elodie ignored it and gripped at the bottom of her baby blue top, yanking it over her head and throwing it behind her to reveal a purple PINK sports bra. It wasn’t exactly like she knew anyone would be seeing her underwear, and at the same time she really didn’t care that it wasn’t the epitome of 'sexy’, it was comfortable and she liked it.

Archie’s mouth split into a grin and he was quick to tear off his own shirt, “You’re so fucking hot, kitten.” He groaned lowly, eyes firmly searching her body, burning the beautiful image into his mind. The redhead stalked towards her with only one aim in mind, and grabbed her by the waist, making her back into her bed-frame with nowhere else to go. She was his prey and there was no way to get away, not like she wanted to.

“Not so bad yourself, ginge.” Elodie beamed, hooking her fingers in the boy’s belt-loops and spinning them around. Guiding him to the edge of her bed, she smiled to herself and sank to her knees, unfastening his leather belt quickly and pulling his jeans to pool around his feet. Elodie waisted no time in pushing him down to sit on the side of the mattress. She began sliding her soft hands down the plane of his abs and slipping under the waistband of his boxers.

She looked up at him innocently through her lashes to see his expression a mix of lust and excitement. The blonde mouth couldn’t help but water at the sight in front of her, this was certainly a new level to their friendship. It was borderline annoying how he was still so composed with her fingers curled around the root of his cock when she was a mess at just one look of his toned body. What’s worse, Archie knew the effect he had on her, this is how their teasing worked so well, they got each other extremely flustered. But this, this was something else entirely.

Fingers hooked around the elastic, Elodie freed his semi that now glistened with precum. The redhead looked down at her with a lazy grin and a smug glint to his eyes, strangely nonchalant as his best friend jerked him slowly.

“El, you sure this is okay?” He asked abruptly, and instead of thinking it killed the moment slightly, it warmed her heart. Archie knew she wasn’t the type of girl to do something like this without being comfortable with it and if it wasn’t alright she wouldn’t be doing it in the first place, but her consent was the most important thing right now. She nodded immediately, not removing her hand but looking up at him properly, “Yes, Archie Andrews, this is more than okay. This, you, it’s all I want right now. Is it okay with you? We don’t have to if-”

Archie cut her off, his anxious expression now replaced with a smirk, “Definitely. Open your mouth, little girl.” He demanded with a tender tone, and she instantly complied. This dominating side of her friend gave her thoughts just as explicit as the situation they found themselves in. He just grins again and cups her cheek with a gentle touch- Elodie instinctively leaned towards his touch, humming when his length slips inside her mouth.

The boy let out a choked moan as soon she twirled  her tongue around his tip, the salty taste of precum and the heaviness of his cock only spurring Elodie on even more to take him deeper in her mouth. As she closed her lips around him, Archie’s hand goes straight to her platinum blonde hair, holding it up in a ponytail as the other cupped her cheek with so much love that it didn’t even look like she was giving him a damn blowjob.

She bobbed her head in a new-found rhythm, hollowing her cheeks around him and swirling her tongue over his veins, taking his cock as deep as she possibly could and swallowing around him. The noises coming from him were entirely out of character, the cool guitarist now using his mouth to moan a tune that sent shockwaves to Elodie’s pussy, so much that she couldn’t help but moan around him and squeeze her legs together at his silvery tones

“Fuck, kitten, you look so fucking pretty like tha–ah, shit.” Archie quickly interrupts his own speech with the most wrecked moan, his cock hitting the back of your throat as his head falls back and lips turn into a perfect 'O’. His fingers tighten around her now tangled hair and she couldn’t stop the moan ricocheting in her mouth. The sound a muffled mess thanks to his length and the small short sighs he’s letting out.

Pulling back with a breathless gasp, the petite blonde replace her mouth with her hand and start pumping his cock whilst nipping at his inner thighs. Elodie glanced up at her best friend to see nothing but pure lust. His muscles were covered with a sheen of sweat as he just sits there with those goddamned thighs, she wonders what it’d feel like to ride them as he just watches her like she’s a fucking goddess.

She licked a stripe over his balls right to the tip and took a final breath before letting him fill her mouth again. Archie’s fingers were tight around her hair but she still can feel his nails scratching at her scalp, or even pulling her back every once in a while to check if she’s okay.

“Oh my- fuck, El.” He rasps, pushing her closer until the bridge of her nose hit against his stomach. Elodie calmed the speeding beat of her heart in attempts to relax, letting the small gasps, that his flexing hips caused, roll over his length every few second.

His grip loosened and the girl took a deep breath, eyes watering at the relief of such immense pressure. Elodie takes him once more with little struggle now, head bobbing rhythmically and pushing her tongue to the underside of his tip, causing the boy to grab at the metal frame behind him with one for support in his breathless state. His right hand remained clutching tightly in her hair, guiding her forcibly to a better pace.

Distorted noises meet their sweet release from his parted lips as she deepthroated him, pushing past the gagging feeling and gripping at his thighs for support. She sucked harder, ignoring the throbbing feeling lulling in her jaw and speeding her movements only to evoke more lucid moans from Archie.

“Shit, El- I’m-” The redhead cut himself off with a deep groan, his hands guiding her head ever so slightly before he brings her all the way off his cock, purely to decorate her lips and cheeks with strings of warm cum. He makes sure to wring every last drop from his throbbing cock onto her closed lips and watches her lick it from them seconds after with a lazy smirk, “You’re so goddamn perfect, Elodie fucking Robins .”

Both took a minute to regain composure, their deep breaths sounding through the entire house as Elodie wiped off as much of the salty substance she could, the licking it from her fingers. Archie smiled down at her warmly and picked the petite girl up with ease, bringing her up to eye-height and pecking her face all over blissfully.

“Wow,” was all he could muster, turning them around and throwing her onto the bed like a rag-doll. He crawled on top of her and pinned her dainty hands to the headboard, “now it’s time for me to return the favour.”

Elodie opened her mouth to tell him to be her guest, but then frowned upon a horrible realisation, “Rain check for next weekend?”

His brows furrowed as he searched the blonde’s face for some sort of answer, but she wriggled her hands out of his hold and wrapped them around his neck, lifting herself up to capture his lips in a gentle kiss instead.

“Apparently Mother Nature thought it would be fun to ruin our fun.” She elaborated with a pout, only making Archie’s brows furrow even more until they practically touched, “I’m on my period, you dumb redhead!”

The boy gasped and wanted to hit himself for not understanding sooner. He pecked her lips a final time and rolled to her side, curving his arm under her body and bringing her into a side hug. She nestled into his chest, bringing a leg over his torso as he rubbed her back soothingly, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Tiger?”

“Hm, could you grab the remote and put Friends on or something, I’m going to take a shower and get changed.” Elodie smiled, planting a quick kiss on the boy’s flushed cheek before willing herself to get off the bed and pick out a set of pyjamas from the drawer.

So, they went about their tasks, Ellie showered and towel dried her hair, French plaiting it into two braids and swapping her half-outfit for matching Powerpuff Girls shorts and tank top. After brushing her teeth, changing her tampon for a pad and taking some some aspirin for her cramps, Elodie opened the bathroom door to find her redheaded 'friend’ setting down a glass of ice water on her bedside table.

“Arch?” She asked tiredly, padding over to her bed where they both lay down the same way as before, only with their attention fixed to the animated show playing on her TV. He hummed to show he was listening, eyes flickering down to hers when she didn’t respond straight away, “What are we now?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly with a small smile pulling at his lips, arm tightening around her as he pressed a tentative kiss to her forehead, “but we’ll figure it out in the morning. For now, you need your rest, little girl.”

kailenawolf  asked:

Do you have any particular favorite Tethraghast moments in game or headcanons? Or favorite dialog?

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^^There WAS this moment in Trespasser, which had me squealing in my room.

But in general, their banter, which starts off cutting and scathing, eventually evolves throughout the game. To begin with, it’s obvious that Cassandra is trying to repair burned bridges between them, but Varric remains hostile toward her attempts for obvious reasons. (under the cut for length)

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Here’s Dusty <3 He’s a pretty clown my twin @thecircusanomaly adopted from @ghost-oakes <3 Then she decided to give em’ to me <3  I had fun working on the sketch she had given me to work with. He was a lot of fun to mold into character c: 

Dusty is your stereotypical southern rodeo clown with an open heart and loves hugs. like, loves them is an understatement. He enjoys the company of others and his looks may sometimes drive others away from him. He lives in “Clown Town” with many other clowns of every breed, shape, and size, including his close friend, Bigs the Stilt-Walker. He has a stern side to himself, as well. When he says he’s gonna do something he’s gonna do it, and if he has to lay down the facts, he’ll give em’ right to you without a second thought, though he never would intentionally hurt someone’s feelings. He’s an older clown, standing at 5′7″ and close to middle age.

He’s had many run ins with bulls and Stallions, tis why he’s missing his eye and covered in the scars of his past. He will participate in many rodeos but not too many, cus his one good eye’s all he’s got left.

art by @thecircusanomaly and me. Please do not repost.

Dusty is ours.

adopted from @ghost-oakes

anonymous asked:

I can't believe Katie agrees with you I'm so mad lol! How could she betray me like that? After everyhing I've done?! She comes into my house and calls Lena Luthor a gryffindor?!!!! Right in front of my salad?! I guess you guys are entitled to your wrong opinions but still c'mon!!!! I recognize that our Katie has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

she impulsively bought a company to save free media and her best friend. shes been gryffindor af the whole time yall 

Percy Jackson AU (sorta)

ok so i love percy jackson and i love ladybug so here we go. Also this got crazy long and I didn’t mean to do that

  • Adrien is a son of Aphrodite. Its stated in the books that Aphrodite is attracted to actors, designers, models, etc. So it would make sense that she is attracted to Gabriel. Gabriel doesn’t tell Adrien about his half-blood status so he just think she left/disappeared. This is until he receives an Iris message saying that his mother went missing he’s very confused on why he got a message from a rainbow and why they called his mother Aphrodite. He demands his father to explain everything. After everything is explained he runs away in a fit of rage.
  • After running away he meets up accidentally with Nino,a son of Apollo. Nino’s family has always embraced his half-blood status and has been going to Camp Half-Blood (I’m like 99% sure there would be no European equivalent because its super dangerous for half-bloods to be in Europe and stuff so bear with me) since he was like 7. Nino knows right away that he’s a half-blood and tells him he can take him to a place where there are others like them, even some half siblings of his. Adrien at this point is still incredibly confused but because of Nino’s laid back personality and naturally friendly nature he agrees to go and oh no he’s in America now.
  • (also all the gods and councilors are the same so like chiron and mr d and such, but none of the original characters in percy jackson are in it. none of the 7 basically) Once they have arrived Nino takes  Adrien to Chiron and introduces him. He asks Adrien if he knows his parentage because some kids do. Tells everything about the Iris message. A grim look passes over Chiron’s face but he says nothing. Adrien is concerned but doesn’t ask about it (because that’s how Papa Agreste raised him)
  • Nino also tells Adrien about how there are actually quite a few kids from Europe and Paris specifically and go and meet them. 
  • First he meets Alya, a daughter of Aletheia (goddess of truth), She surprises him immediately with how she speaks her mind and is not afraid to be honest…At all. But overall shes very nice and he warms up to her very quickly. She takes a little longer to warm up to him because hes a) a son of Aphrodite and she is cautious of children of Aphrodite. Not that they’re mean or anything but when charmspeak is an ability that comes from that parentage and no one is that good looking with out some flaw (Alya you suspicious pansexual) somethings got to be a little off, b) he is also a model. its like he knows hes attractive and might be arrogant (this isn’t from a child of Aphrodite but just in general), and finally, c) he is exactly her type. she is going to fall hard and she is going to fall fast and doesn’t want to see her get hurt (I wonder who this refers to)
  • Soon after Alya’s best friend Marinette, a daughter of Athena (just trust me on this ok?) comes along to talk to Alya and Nino. She see this new camper and knows exactly who it is. She is introduced to Adrien and is absolutely floored with feelings. She manages to stutter out what closely resembles an introduction and then the Athena given wisdom starts to run (internal thought process) “ok he’s a son of aphrodite its probably charmspeak or just his dashing good looks” “get a grip marinette”.
  • That night at campfire everyone waits for the claimings. All new campers are claimed except one. Adrien. Everyone knows who his parent is (he had a small group of fans by dinner), but why wasn’t he claimed? Aphrodite is usually very meticulous and thorough on claiming her children, she wants everyone to know that this is her child, but it never comes.
  • What does come however is a prophecy from the camp oracle, Juleka (she’s also a daughter of one of the muses but has a gift from Apollo)
  • “Across the sea to darkness’s door” “Will demigods travel one through four” “Two will wield the gifts of Gods” “To save the Goddess against all odds” “A husband scorned, till final breath” “A deserted son with no one left” “A friend you fight, brave and kind” “You must save from the darkness in their mind" (i made that up in like 5 minutes im sorry)
  • Chiron finally reveals aphrodite was abducted. He is not sure about who is going on the quest. It is a waiting game at this point on who gets ‘The Gift of Gods™’
  • Adrien doesn’t know how but he knows he is meant to go on that quest.
  • Days go by and there is still no sign of ‘The Gift of Gods™’
  • Until one day The squad (Adrien, Marinette, Alya, and Nino) are just chilling and suddenly bam Athena appears in the sky all Mufasa like to Marinette and gives her ‘The Gift of Gods™’ and she becomes Ladybug the Defender, granted powers of luck and wit. The gift comes in the form of Tikki a magical being that transforms her into a deadly warrior. Before Tikki, Marinette mostly relied on her wit in tough situations, not that she couldn’t use a weapon (her preferred choice was a mace) but she preferred to create strategies from a distance.
  • So Marinette is a guarantee for the quest. Alya insists on going too and when Alya says she’s doing something, she’s going to do it. Even if she was told no she would have just found away to go too so it is just easier to accept Alya’s plans. So there are the first two.
  • Flash forward like 3 days and suddenly Hecate is in the mess hall during breakfast. She just kinda shows up nothing big heroic and magnificent like Athena she just kinda shows up, stands on a table and calls for Adrien. “IS THERE AN ADRIEN AGRESTE HERE?” “y-yes that would be me” “heres your Gift of Gods™ from me.” “what do i do with it?” “i dunno go save your mom i guess?“ 
  • With 'The Gift of Gods™’ Adrien becomes Chat Noir the Catalyst, granted powers of bad luck and destruction. The gift comes in the form of Plagg. 
  • Adrien is less than thrilled with that title
  • And so there is the third member of the quest.
  • Chloe, a daughter of Eris. demands to be the fourth member.
  • Juleka cant directly say who is meant to go but she definitely knows its not chloe 
  • She begins to wander through the camp and finds the three preparing. Nino is helping them
  • That is how she determines the fourth and final member of the quest
  • "You’re going” “…Excuse me?” “You are going on the quest” “why me?” “yous is kind yous is loyal” “…alright”
  • So off they go
  • The door of Darkness is somewhere in Europe. They can’t fly because that’s too high risk
  • Only one of them normally would attract a lot of monsters (Marinette) but since they have 'The Gift of Gods™’ It makes them easier to find.
  • So they sail after making offerings to legitimately every sea god there is (Poseidon mostly)
  • and stuff that i havent figured out yet happens (they fight stuff) and also some adrienette and djwifi happens because im always a slut for adrienette and djwifi. also friendship. yay.
  •  And Alya and Nino get possessed. They become Lady Truth and Lord of Sound (different from akuma forms but still sorta the same)
  •  Lady Truth basically is Lady Justice in appearance. She has scales (not the skin ones) and a really big sword. She tricks you into playing her game. In her scales she has the weight of your soul in one side and the weight of your lies on the other. If the lies become too heavy, you die. if your soul becomes heavy enough you win. She doesn’t ask simple questions either. if you don’t answer them you die. The questions are ones like “who on this quests life would you end for your freedom?” real dark stuff. And the people dont forget after Ladybug cleanses them. Adrien is forced to play the game. It weighs heavy on him for the rest of the quest
  • Lord of Sound (i can’t think of a better name) has the ability to produce sound bubbles he can trap you in. He can create any sound imaginable. It is awful. Marinette fights him because Adrien has enhanced hearing and that would not be good.
  • more stuff happens that i haven’t figured out yet
  • and then they find the Doors of Darkness. Back home in Paris. Aphrodite’s kidnapper is Hawkmoth, a former lover of Aphrodite she left scorned. He was given a gift from Nemesis to get revenge on Aphrodite by spreading hate through out the world.
  • Adrien manages to demask Hawkmoth to find it is his Father. 
  • “A husband scorned till final breath”
  • Adrien is heartbroken begging to know why, why would his own father do this? cause him, his friends, his mother, and innocent people so much pain?
  • cue tragic backstory on how gabriel loved aphrodite and she just left. no goodbyes. nothing.
  • Gabriel captures the squad
  • He leaves them in the same cell as aphrodite
  • and she does not look good at all
  • he has been draining her power. converting her love into hate. he is powerful af
  • Aphrodite tells them that the only thing powerful enough to defeat hate is love
  • cue heartfelt moment between adrien and aphrodite
  • they break out of the cell but aphrodite is too weak to move.
  • they keep fighting
  • alya is badly injured so nino tends to her
  • so its up to adrien and marinette
  • “love is the only thing powerful enough to defeat hate” rings through marinettes mind
  • so in the middle of battle marinette confesses
  • and adrien is so relieved because the boy had it bad
  • they defeat hawkmoth/gabriel but not without sacrifice
  • he held so much power within him that his body couldn’t take it so he dies
  • Aphrodite is back to her full self and turns into her form of when she was adriens mom (when she met gabriel)
  • more heartfelt moments
  • after aphrodite returns to olympus, adrien realizes his father is dead
  • “A son deserted with no one left”
  • the prophecy is fulfilled
  • after grieving his fathers death when returning home he realizes that the line of the son with no one left isnt true. he has people back at camp waiting for him, he has his mother, he has nino and alya. he has marinette. it still hurts about his fathers actions and his fathers death but he has people who will help him though it. he will be ok.

And that became longer than expected whoops. Sorry about that! Also I know I didn’t really explain the parent choice on a few characters but I am really tired and this is really long. If anyone is interested about the parent choices I can explain them later!

Submitted by @alya–cesaire

Your Bed Was Soft

Originally posted by abbraccicomemedicine

Summary:(Y/N) is Scott’s cousin and best friend of a certain spazz. What will happen when she falls asleep researching?

Setting:Season 3a,Episode 2


Pairing:Stiles x Reader

Fandom:Teen Wolf

“Call him,again!”,suggested Lydia to Allison,referring that she wanted her to call my cousin,Scott,again. “I heard Scott talking about Stiles taking him to some party ”,I piped up from the back seat. Both of the girls turned in their front seats and faced me. “Where?”,they both exclaimed and I told them the directions to the party. Once we got to the party, Allison and Lydia pulled Scott aside and told me to go get Stiles. Scott told me he was in the basement.

I was carefully walking down the wooden creaky stairs. “Heather?”,called out Stiles,mistaking me for another girl. “Nope! Just (Y/N)!”,I said as I faced him. He looked sad and a little disappointed with my entrance. “Oh! I thought you were someone else”,said Stiles. “And who is Heather?”,I questioned sternly. Why was I mad? Was I jealous? No,I can’t be. I should be not jealous. Did I seem jealous? “She was my…..we were gonna…..”,Stiles tried to explain. And then I saw the XXL condom in his hand. Ohhhhh. Sex. They were going to have sex. “Allison and Lydia found something! They’re outside.”,I stated,trying to break the (oh-so) awkward tension.

The Next Day………

“What are the two basic principles of the stock market?”,asked Coach,his boomed throughout the Econ classroom. Scott raises his hand. “Yes,McCall,you can go to the bathroom.”,Coach excused Scott. “Actually,Coach,I have the answer. It’s risk and reward.”,said Scott. “Who are you and what have you done with McCall?”,exclaimed Coach and then he stated,“Don’t answer that I like you better! Does anybody have a quarter?”. Stiles fidgeted through his pocket and then pulled out something was not a quarter. A condom landed on the floor. Stiles sat dumbfounded. He was totally shocked.


Wow,Stiles! Great move on your part! Really! I applaud you! God,why am I so jealous? I should be happy for him! My best friend was going to have sex. Finally! I’m not jealous! I’m zealous! I am overjoyed with the fact that my best friend of 14 years was given the opportunity to have sex. Am I?

Coach picked up the condom on the floor and handed it back to Stiles. “Congratulations”,said Coach softly. Scott looked at Stiles with a surprised expression.

(Stiles POV)

After the most embarrassing class of my life, I quickly caught up with (Y/N) in the hallway. “(Y/N)! Hey! Wait up!”,I exclaimed,running after her. She finally stopped and faced me. She had the most beautiful (Y/E/C) color eyes. And glistening (Y/H/C) hair. I sometimes found myself staring at her beauty. “Stiles!”,(Y/N) exclaimed slightly aggravated. “Oh! Yeah! Sorry! Ummmm….. Do you wanna maybe research with me after school?”,I said nervously. “Sure…. I’ll by your house after school”,stated (Y/N).

The Next Morning…….


“Stiles!”,I heard a voice boom in my ears. I was barely awake. I realized that an arm was wrapped around my waist and another arm was interlocked with my fingers.All of a sudden Sheriff Stilinski came crashing through the door. That was enough to wake me and the person who was basically cuddling me up. We jumped off of each other and looked at one another. Stiles. Oh my god! The person who was sleeping with was Stiles. Well,this is fan-freaking-tastic! Just when I’m trying to convince myself that I don’t like Stiles, there we are sleeping and cuddling in the same bed. His bed hair was covering some of his face,but he was still beautiful. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide. He,along with me,realized that we had slept in the same bed while we fell asleep researching last night. I quickly said my goodbyes to Stiles and the Sheriff and walked my way to school.

At School……

“And then my dad came in and woke both of us up”,continued Stiles,droning on about his very eventful morning to Scott. “So you guys…….”,said Scott,hinting that (Y/N) and Stiles had sex. “No! We didn’t! We just fell asleep in each other’s arms. I mean it was really a beautiful thing if you think about it! I mean my arm was around her waist and my face was in her hair and…”,Stiles droned on before Scott cut him off, “Okay! OK! I get it! Do I need to remind you that this is my cousin?”. “I know,dude. I just been freaking out all day!”,said Stiles. Meanwhile, (Y/N) is telling the same exact thing to her best friends,Allison and Lydia. “Awwwww”,Allison and Lydia say when (Y/N) tells them it was one of the best things to wake up to. “I know,right. It’s so romantic! But I don’t know what to do! I mean he’s been avoiding me all day.”,(Y/N) stated worriedly.

At Derek’s Loft….


The plan is in action. Scott and Derek are going to Beacon Hills National Bank where we think Boyd and Ericaare being held. Nervously,I sat on the table in the center of the room. Then suddenly, Stiles right next to me. I jumped at his movement. “Oh sorry!”,said Stiles. “It’s okay! You just caught me off guard.”,I explained. “I can move!”,suggested Stiles. “It’s fine,really!”,I said. “Oh my god! What heck is going on with you two?”,piped up Peter annoyed. “Nothing!”,Stiles and I exclaimed at the same time. “Really?”,said Peter,gesturing his head to Stiles and mine interlocked fingers. I retracted my hand from Stiles. Even though, I didn’t want to so badly.

Then I thought to myself. You know,what he can just ignore me because of what happened! So I did something completely out of the ordinary. “Your bed was soft!”,I blurted out with pride. “What?”,said Stiles,clearly confused. “Your bed….from this morning…was really soft”,I said unsurely. “Thanks….well….your hair smells really nice”,said Stiles. “Thanks….we should do that more often…”,I said confidently “Fall asleep in each other’s arms?”,Stiles questioned. “Yeah. It was so …”,I said before Stiles cut me off, “Romantic”. I was going to say ‘nice’,but…… “Yeah,romantic!”,I said. As I was slowly walking towards him,Stiles took my face in his hand and kissed my lips.

MCL: Castiel & Candy’s Fight - Rewritten

NOTE: This is a rewritten fight between Candy and Castiel at the end of episode 16 in the Deborah arc per a special request. All characters and some script belong to Chinomiko and My Candy Love. I am mostly doing dialogue in this piece and not from either person’s point of view. Enjoy!


Previously on My Candy Love:

Candy has been blamed by everyone for allegedly dumping toilet water o Debroah. But little do they all know that it was actually Amber and her friends doing. After Candy is berated by the school principal and given detention, Castiel approaches her in the hallway, absolutely fuming.

Castiel: “YOU!!!”

Candy: “What?! C-Castiel? What is…?”

Castiel: “Toilet water?! Seriously? I would never have expected this kind of behavior from you. Ever! You could have hurt Deborah! What is going on in that head of yours!?”

Candy: “Hey, that’s enough! It wasn’t me!”

Castiel: “Are you kidding me? So the water fell on Deborah all by itself? Or are you going to pass the blame again like you’ve been doing all day? Actually no, you’ve been doing that she arrived!”

Candy: “IT WASN’T ME! It was Amber and her friends! I was trying to sto-”

Castiel: “Don’t start! I warned you not to pass blame. Even that stuck up little harpy wouldn’t stoop so low! Just leave everyone alone! I didn’t think you were capable of such antics to oust a girl you think to be a rival or whatever!”

Candy: “Are you joking!? You’re sticking up for Amber now?! What the heck has gotten into you?!!”

Castiel: “I asked you first! And the reason I have a hard time believing you didn’t do this is because a lot of other people saw you in the window with the bucket next to you! So yeah, for once, I guess I am taking Amber’s side.”

Candy: “Castiel, I swear I didn’t do anything! If you would only listen to me, you would understand. Deborah manipulated you, and she wants to do it again! She is manipulating everyone! I’m trying to expose her so that everyone opens their eyes. Especially you! Because I don’t want her to hurt you again.”

Castiel: “…So let me get this straight, just so I’m hearing you clearly. Another girl, whom we’ve all known before you arrived here, have known longer than you in fact, somehow makes you obsessively jealous with all the attention she’s receiving now that she’s back.”

Candy: “THAT’S NOT TRU-”

Castiel: “AND you fight with her which, was recorded on a voice recorder, you stalk her around the school, you make Deborah cry and then to top it all off you dump toilet water on her…all to ‘open my eyes’ on what a terrible person she really is? If anything, you’ve opened my eyes and the entire school’s on what terrible person YOU actually are. You’re the one who is hurting everyone here.”


Castiel: “YOU HAVE HAD PLENTY OF CHANCES TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF! And so far all you’ve been doing is trying to cover your actions with lies. And really bad ones at that. No one is buying it!”

Candy: “I’m not lying! And no one will listen! You know me, I’m NOT capable of all these things I’ve been accused of. It’s all bad luck and coincidence! And you’re so blinded by Deborah’s offer and your past with her, that you can’t remember our history. I’m here for your well being. She’s here to use you for fame, and then she’ll break your heart again and leave you behind once she gets it. Just like last time.”

Castiel: “SHUT UP! That’s not true and you know it. I thought I knew you, I’ll admit that. But these past few days have been a very rude awakening. I’m not falling for it anymore, I’m not stupid.”

Candy: “If you accept Deborah’s offer to join her band, you’ll be the stupidest person I’ve ever known. And a fool.”

*Castiel stares at her, a look of utter rage and disappointment*

Castiel: “….Go away.”

*she was beginning to cry now*

Candy: “No. Not until you listen. Please…please hear my side of the story, please…no…I didn’t do it, I didn’t do any of it…but…but…I just wanted to…I just wanted to get the truth out in the open…a-and you, you…you…”

Castiel: “Enough. Go away now, stop talking to me, don’t even look at me, and leave Deborah and everyone else alone. You haven’t helped anyone lately. You’ve only burned bridges. And now, you’ll stand your side, alone while the rest of us move on. You’ve brought this upon yourself. You can only blame yourself.”

Candy: “…………….you’re such an IDIOT!!!”

*Candy runs off down the hall, sobbing*

Roundup of Amber Heard’s case

I got into an argument about why I support Amber Heard so wholeheartedly in this so I thought I would do a Real Evidence roundup of why I stand with Amber Heard, which honestly shouldn’t need saying, but apparently some people still need this. 

The Against case: 

1. They married without a pre-nuptial agreement, she’s worth less than him career wise, and she’s suing for spousal support. Granted, that could possibly be fishy. But that’s a matter of context, which we don’t have. 

2. There was that whole debacle about the dogs and Australia, where they were charged with smuggling their dogs illegally. Johnny claims Amber didn’t know about it. I don’t know what to think of this but it was raised as a Fishy Point. 

3. She’s bisexual. Meaning that she is attracted to women as WELL as men. Wow what an alien concept.

Conclusion of those who are not me: she’s a LESBIAN and a GOLD DIGGER who’s LYING to go after his MONEY, which as you can see is pretty much completely based off your own prejudice rather than any hard evidence. 


The For case

1. Amber and Johnny started dating in 2012, just after both of them got out of long-term relationships. According to all reports, she insisted on not dating so soon after their respective breakups, but he was the one who persuaded her to date him. 

2. Further reports of Amber breaking off the relationship while they were still dating in 2013,  and he apparently did a lot to get her back. 

3. They get engaged, but there were numerous reports of her getting cold feet during her engagement party. 

4. Even after they get married, up until now, Johnny has been making public appearances clearly drunk, and even failed to show up for shooting for his movie Pirates of the Caribbean. 

5. She comes forward with charges of domestic abuse, with a HUGE BRUISE on her face, with testimonies from people who were on the phone during the incident, and from someone who was actually there, and a police report. 

6. She broke down crying the moment she got out of the public eye. And she’s doing this despite all the hate that women get in the media for coming forward about domestic abuse, especially when the abuser is a man and famous. She’s getting attacked by many websites for being influenced by her “lesbian friends” or just wanting his money: why would a woman honestly put herself through that. 

Honestly, there’s evidence that a) she didn’t initiate the relationship, b) she has no significant reason to bring this media shitstorm on herself, c) the incident in question did actually occur. 

I’ll admit that the details are shady either way, but given what we know for sure, it’s clear to me that she wouldn’t be coming forward with this and facing all these attacks unless she really felt that she needed to, for her own protection. 

So I stand with Amber Head, not as a fan or out of a need to make a grand gesture, both of which are completely legitimate, but because I think that given what we know, she deserves our support and love and care during this difficult time, and while I think we should wait for more details to surface, you shouldn’t pledge your support to a potential abuser oh my god. There is nothing that Johnny Depp would lose if nobody sided with him and it turns out to be untrue, but it will be hell for Amber if people blindly throw their support behind him and the abuse turns out to be true.