so what if she's the impossible girl

Sleepover-Sirius Black Imagine

Request: helloo i was wondering if you could do a sirius x reader where everyone knows they love each other but they don’t admit it & for some reason one day all the marauders are sleeping in the girls dorm (like a sleepover lol) but its v cold and they don’t have enough blankets, sirius and reader have to share and they wake up cuddled up to each other and just fluff?? 

Warnings: none

Requests are always open, hope you enjoy! xo

Sirius and Y/N had been in love since they first laid eyes on each other. The two were attached at the hip and seldom seen apart; in rare cases when they weren’t together, they were utterly miserable. Everyone knew they were in love-well, except them.

“Face it Padfoot, you’re in love with Y/N,” James said, smirking as he watched his best friend shoot daggers at the boy talking to her across the common room. 

“Shut it, no I’m not. She’s my best friend, I have to look out for her,” Sirius replied, clenching his jaw as the boy stepped closer to her.

“We’re her friends too, but you don’t see us getting angry just because some bloke is talking to her, Sirius,” Remus chided.

“I’m not angry,” he snapped.

“No, just jealous,” James chuckled, earning a pillow to the face.

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  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: how did the girls from that show h2o possibly live their lives? They were three teen girls living in Australia and any time they so much as touched one drop of water they transformed into mermaids. How did they go to the bathroom? Did they never wash their hands afterward or did they suffer through being mermaids while at any point trying to take care of their personal hygiene? What if they had to pee at school? Imagine the germs. Does sweat also trigger their transformations? They live in Australia it's impossible that they could avoid sweating for their whole lives. Honestly the idea of turning into a mermaid seems awesome but changing every time they touch water is so ridiculously impractical like I know some of these scenarios are addressed in the show and at times even large plot points but I feel like the writers of the show chose to ignore some situations merely for the convenience of the show and I think about that often
Mine - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Title: Mine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Damon fic where the reader gets super pissed/jealois of him and makes a show of how he’s here? ((you said Tvd I assumed Vampire Diaries sorry if that’s not what you meant))

Originally posted by feedyourvanity

“Make it double please, I like my drinks strong.” Damon flashed the bartender one of his usual smiles but not one that he meant completely you knew it all too well.

“Something tells me it’s not the only thing you go hard on, huh?” the woman’s smirk was impossible to miss just as was the way she was leaning over the bar, giving him a full view of her cleavage instead of preparing what Damon asked from her.

“What can I say, guilty.” he shrugged, giving her a cheeky grin “But I’ve got my girl so, sorry but I’ll take only that drink for now.” he simply turned her down but she wasn’t having any of it. Obviously.

“Aw shame” she pouted her incredibly red lips “Because you know, I really would be in the mood to have it rough tonight.”

By this point Damon himself was starting to lose his patience, and you could clearly tell so even if you were a good few feet away “Look, you maybe be the kind of girl I’d go after but that was before I got my girl, and let me tell you she is a really special one. Now, the drink if you’d have no problem?” he raised an eyebrow but she didn’t move an inch.

“Oh I would have no problem if you’d give me something else too, you know.” she rested her chin on her palm and Damon gave her a strained chuckle.

“I told you. Not available.” he shook his head.

“And I heard that, I just thought that maybe you and me- after I’m done with work- I can get something else done too?” she bit her lips at him suggestively and you had such a hard time keeping a groan in.

“Really?” he asked back “And what could that be?” he was playing too but you had seen this too many times and each and every time it ended with the girl walking away. Alone.

“Oh I could always show you pretty quick.” she grinned, finally feeling successful.

“Hm let me think about it.” he paused for a moment “How about… no.” yes he was getting very annoyed, you knew that look all too well.

“Honestly?” she pouted, obviously not realizing what she could get into if she kept hitting on him “Because- I mean-” she grinned at him “-She doesn’t have to know.” she leaned even closer to him but Damon didn’t bat an eyelash. Maybe the old Damon would have been affected but not this Damon, under all the cockiness and smartass remarks you knew what a real sweetheart he was. Sure he didn’t like you saying it out loud because well he had a reputation but it was the truth. He cared about you and really loved you, there was no way he’d just leave you for another girl. You had been able to crack through that hard facade of his in the first place. You had been able to help him get his humanity back, numerous times at that, so no he wasn’t just going to cheat on you.

But that, despite how deep you knew his feelings to be of you, didn’t stop you from feeling jealous. Maybe you were a little irrational at times but truth was you knew how handsome Damon was and you knew he would draw all the ladies’ attention. Sometimes you really wished they would know what he really was. You would certainly laugh at seeing them run away frightened when you actually would always stick with him.

But once again, nothing stopped you from being jealous.

“Too bad she already knows then huh?” you asked, finally walking towards them and Damon finally noticed you, a smirkforming on his lips instantly.

“Oh you-” she started speaking but you cut her off before she could say more.

“Yeah me.” you grinned cheekily “And sorry to break it to you sweetheart but as you can see-” you gave her an annoyed look “There is no way you’d ever be able to take this hot stuff home when he has someone like me.”

“(Y/n)-” he started speaking but you hushed him by placing a finger over his lips.

“Now why don’t you make yourself useful and go brink that drink oh and your way there find a dictionary to learn the word ‘decency’ because you certainly have no idea what it means, yeah?”

“I- I-” she blinked stuttering.

“Yes, yes you. And bring me the same too, alright? No need to lose your job over a man who’d never come with you even if you were the last woman on Earth ok?” you didn’t leave any room for her to reply and even if she looked angry and was about to snap at you you knew she couldn’t because as of the moment you were the only one right.

And of course you didn’t even wait for a reply from her. Instead you turned to Damon who seemed ready to speak but couldn’t say a word. Of course he didn’t have to apologize to you but at the moment you were slightly angry with him. You swang one leg over his and you sat on his lap, each of your legs on his sides; wrapping around his waist. You grabbed the hem of his jacket and giving him a small smirk you crashed your lips to his. He jumped at first but, as you expected, he didn’t miss a beat to respond to the kiss.

You heard her say something and walk away but you didn’t pay much attention to her. You kissed Damon somewhat sloppily, your tongue tangled with his in a hot mess as his hands found your thighs. He gave them a squeeze and groaned loudly when you pressed yourself harder on him. Your hands rested on his neck and you pressed him to yourself. You breathed heavily as he did, your teeth grazing over his lips every so often and you heard him let out a small growl. His hand moved to your ass where he squeezed but before he could do anything else, and oh boy he did want to, you pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

He let a small wine but you smirked at him, pleased with how red his lips looked from all the rough kissing “That- is for everybody that needs to know who you belong to.”

“Something tells me you’re a little jealous huh?” he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You scoffed “Like hell Salvatore! I am just marking my territory.” you shrugged and leaned down, burying your face at the crook of his neck where you kissed and licked before you finally sucked at the soft spot. You knew there would be a hickey that would soon would disappear but you were content for it to be there even for a little while.

“Mhm” he groaned “Marking your territory? I like the sound of that.” he ran his hands up your back “Why not mark it a little more, you know just to make sure everybody can see it.” he smirked and you pulled slightly away, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m going to get you back for this you know it right.” you let a small growl and he grinned even more.

“Oh I look forward to it.” he breathed out and you rolled your eyes.

You hoped off him and grabbed his hand “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Oh I so love you not getting jealous!”

Anan translation - Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko’s voice actress’s comments about what the brothers might be like to go out with and her tips on how to win them from the recent Anan special magazine. 

Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko-chan, the super cute only girl in the group. She’s very popular with the sextuplets, and we’re as jealous as could be. Together with Endo Aya who performed her, we’re going to examine their manly charms in a somewhat serious way!

She’s Totoko-chan so she understands?! The sextuplets “manly charms.”

The beloved heroine Totoko, whom the sextuplets never stop admiring. Since she is approached by them constantly on a daily basis, she’s bound to know about their attitudes towards love, and (we’re not sure whether or not they actually have any) their manly charms. Therefore, we threw Endo Aya, who played Totoko the closest observer of the sextuplets for half a year, the silly question, “What are they like as men?”

(Endo) To start with, whatever they may say, I think that they are kind boys. No matter how selfish Totoko gets, they face her head on and take the blow. This time, I tried thinking about each of them carefully, but even though they are jobless virgin NEETs who sponge off their family, there are moments when I suddenly felt like they were “good men” and I got flustered, lol. Despite telling myself that “If I went out with them they’d definitely be a burden,” I had a hard time keeping my cool. (Lol)

So she has analysed each of their manly charms, from Osomatsu to Todomatsu, and has proposed her strategies for going after them.

With this you can be just like Totoko… perhaps?

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While I’m happy with the series, I like to imagine what Harry’s life would have been like if Voldermort was destroyed by Dumbledore long before he went after the Potters (yes I know that’s unrealistic and impossible, but I get bored in class and it’s fun to do!) and Rowling revealed that Lily was pregnant with her and James’ second child when she was killed, I imagine the baby was a Girl which they named Ivy, who was a very sweet and shy girl as well as being a Hufflepuff. Harry was always so proud and protective of his little sister and if anyone bullied her, he dealt with them the “Muggle Way” (fighting) and when he got into Trouble, he just grinned and hugged his sister, telling her he didn’t care cause she was alright. I also ponder the idea that she’d have a lovely relationship with Collin Creevey, which Lily and James adored, as well as being good friends with Ginny, and was over the moon when she and Ginny became sisters-in-law.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Katie’s 5th birthday, and you’re excited to give your daughter her present.
Words: 1.5k
Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC)
Warnings: none, but this is unbetad and I haven’t even proofread it so I mean…

Daddy!Sam Masterpost

You woke up when the mattress jostled beside you. Sam murmured a small ‘shit’ as he realised his movements had roused you, and you blinked up at him, smiling sleepily.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice low and rough from sleep.

“A little after five,” he replied, and you groaned, burying your face back into your pillow.

Sam laughed fondly, pulling on a shirt before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

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You Need to Eat.

“You have to eat, honey. You need your strength.”

But 13-year-old Adalyn didn’t want to eat, never again. Nothing stayed down anymore. She had been unable to keep food down for years. Just the smell of the homemade chicken soup caused a fresh supply of bile to rise.

She pushed the bowl away and closed her eyes. “I don’t want this,” she said. “Where’s the nurse?”

“She left 30 minutes ago while you were still asleep.”

Adalyn tried to move to a comfortable position, something almost impossible to do with the IV and all the tubes hooked up throughout her body. She groaned and tried to lie down.

“Don’t do that. You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Your lack of hunger is what got you here. Everyone is worried about you. It’s wrong to starve yourself.”

Adalyn sighed. She knew better. Even if she wanted to eat she couldn’t keep anything down. She could never keep anything down, not since she was a little girl.

“Everyone is so worried about you.”

I bet they are, she thought.

The nurse walked in, to Adalyn’s relief. “Hello, sweetheart! How’s our patient?”

“Fine,” she said without enthusiasm.

“She’s doing much better,” her mother said as she applied a fresh coat of dark lipstick, “but I can’t get her to eat.”

The nurse looked up from Adalyn’s chart and then placed it back in its spot to the side of the hospital bed. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Anderson. We can put her on a controlled diet here. You don’t have to keep bringing stuff in.”

“But she’s had severe food allergies,” her mother broke in, “and I can’t be sure what you all give her won’t make her worse.”

Adalyn observed the exchange. They had been through this before. She had never been allowed to have hospital food. Why would she get lucky this time? The nurse gave her a glance, and Adalyn looked at her with desperate and pleading eyes.

“Really,” the nurse went on, “we can take care of her if you want to go home and rest for a few hours.”

The veins in Mrs. Anderson’s face bulged out. “Are you insane! I am her mother! There is no way I will leave her side!”

The nurse shrugged and left the room.

Adalyn blinked back her tears. It was always the same thing. Her mother pushed the bowl of soup toward her again, only this time she wore a look of frightening authority. “Adalyn Nichole Anderson, you need to eat and eat now. Don’t make me tell you again!”

She reached out with her bony arm, now noticing as if for the first time just how frail she had become. Adalyn picked up the spoon full of soup and raised it to her mouth. The smell of household cleaner mixed in brought on fresh nausea. By now her mother was busy on phone.

“Yes… thank you for your prayers… I know, but having a sick child is my cross to bear…”

Some of y’all are saying Demencia was one of Dr. Flug’s experiments because he has blueprints of her in his lab, but consider this:

He’s experimented on her.

She has some oddly reptilian traits (like being able to scale walls/blackboards) and has a kind of lizard motif going on, her eyes are mismatched (one has an iris and one doesn’t), and she’s got some fangs (not totally impossible for a human but…yeah).

What if she started out as an ordinary human girl but thanks to Flug’s experiments has lizard DNA in her? And her agreeing to come to Black Hat as a lab rat just so she can get close to him isn’t too much of a stretch considering she’s his biggest fan…


Some of you have noticed I haven’t been posting much lately, so I thought I’d share this here. I know this is pretty out of the ordinary for me, but I’d like to get extremely personal for a minute. This week my grandfather–the man who raised me, who taught me to ride a bike, who used to sneak me cookies from the kitchen, who checked my tire pressure every time I came over to visit, who pushed me on the back yard tire swing for hours at a time and never complained–passed away. It is impossible to express in words what his loss means to me, even more so since I am currently an ocean away from the rest of my family. Instead, I’d like to tell you a little bit about my grandparents because, while they were a regular part of my life, their lives were quietly extraordinary.

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Summary: After Betty confronts her dad about Polly’s and Jason’s engagement as well as learning about the Coopers - Blossoms feud, there’s only one person that can take her mind off things. (Takes place after Betty’s and Hal’s fight and before Bughead’s scene at the Blue & Gold.)

(Taking a small break from your prompt requests to write something that stuck in my head and I had to get it out lol. I was listening to Let It All Go by Birdy feat. Rhodes and I had way too many feels so yeah… Hope you like it guys!!)

The Hitchcock blonde was once again locked in her floral pastel room that nowadays didn’t seem to match the air of depression that spread around the whole town and, most specifically, this very house. Soft music was playing in the background, the girl wanting to silence down the million thoughts that were running inside her head and suppress her still boiling anger and deep disappointment at both her parents. Usually, her mother would always win first place in the list of people Betty felt smothered by but after that evening, her dad was ranking a close second. She was at least thankful that he had the good sense to let her be, keeping himself busy in the house office downstairs for hours.

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know who my parents are anymore. How can the two people that are supposed to be everyone’s most valuable confidants in life, hide behind so many lies and weave webs of conspiracy and mystery around innocent teenage kids? How can I not know what is going on in my own house, with my own sister? They keep pushing me to drop the subject, stop snooping around and bury it all under the carpet like they did and for what? An idiotic vendetta that probably costed the life of two kids that did nothing wrong but fell in love. Why do we have to break so hard? Why does my life get to be filled with such uncertainty and fear of what the future will reveal next? I dread even to think about the obvious, I try so hard to hold my mind back, for it to not go there but it is already there and I feel scared. Sometimes I wish I was just another person, the identity of Elizabeth Cooper to not weight so much on my shoulders…”

The characteristic sound of pen against paper stopped and the red ink covered peak hovered over the rest of the empty line, Betty taking a moment to breath and slow down the gradually quicker raise and fall of her chest. One of her usual panic attacks was the last thing she needed right now, she thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the wall, clutching the teal cover of her diary inside her icy cold fingers. She didn’t know how many hours had spent there, sitting on the wooden bench of her window and pouring into paper the anger and extreme sense of unfairness she felt after the fight she had hours ago with her father. But the worst of all, she felt hopeless, too small in a secret too big for her to handle, something that made her eyes whale up with tears again. She brought a palm to softly swipe the corner of her right eye in hopes of stopping the waterfalls but she failed, letting them finally be and watching as they soaked the paper in small shy droplets.

The chime of her phone had her eyes lazily turning to the side to face the machine, not in the mood of interacting with people right now. The message that brightened the screen surprised her though.

Don’t cry. Please.

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izzyhanaxo  asked:

Okay you know how everybody debates who will find out the other's true identity first, well what if Chloé finds out first. Not Marinette, Adrien, Alya or Nino, unlike most speculation. HOW DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD GO DOWN?! Because on one hand, that's "her" man. And she hates Marinette. BUT On the other hand, she loves ladybug....???!!!!!

Hey there!

So tbh, I’ve thought about this a few times before because I, too, wonder how Chloe will face the dilemma that she idolizes Ladybug and has been mean to Marinette the entire time. If her current pattern of behavior in the show is anything to go by, my feeling is that she would deny it hardcore at first.

(This ended up being a long meta about Chloe’s character so ready or not, here we go~)

Notice in Evillustrator, when Adrien tells her they think the akumatized villain is after her, she responds like this:

“No, everybody adores me!”

Then, in Antibug, when asked if she thinks someone might have a grudge on her, she responds the same way:

“Everybody loves me!”

At first glance, Chloe may seem like she’s just full of herself. I mean, so far, the show has depicted her as a rich, snobby, stuck-up brat, right?

But wait. Look closer at these moments.

She’s not simply just a ditsy girl with no brain. I think she knows. She’s aware that people don’t like her. In the first gif there from Dark Cupid, Sabrina gets hit by a dark!arrow and turns against her. Chloe doesn’t even retaliate. She groans in what I’d argue as unsurprised acceptance. In both Dark Cupid and Antibug, the behavior Chloe shows on the outside follows the haughty assumption that Sabrina worships her. She makes demands, claims “Impossible! Sabrina adores me!” – but ultimately, even when Sabrina does turn on her, she doesn’t show any surprise. It’s almost as if she knows deep down she deserves it.

There’s an interesting podcast I heard recently on This American Life about a Chinese girl who was forced to lie to her grandma about the doctor’s projected timeline of her life. (I promise this is related.) Her grandma’s sister was told the news that the grandma had 3 months left to live. As the closest relative, the sister was free to do whatever she wanted with that information so she chose to convince the entire family to keep it a secret. However, just in case she really ended up dying, they arranged for the narrator’s uncle to push his wedding up earlier. The entire time, the narrator was stressed because she wanted to tell her grandma something so important, and several times throughout the wedding, it felt very obvious that her grandma knew what they were up to. In the end, they managed to never bring it up or talk about it at all.

Her grandma ended up living much longer than 3 months. Why? Most likely, her grandma knew. She knew her time was short on Earth, but instead of being told straight up the 3 month estimate, she kept going on with her life as is.

There are also several stories out there as well about people who know they have some sort of sickness or disease, but just refuse and keep lying to themselves about it. Sometimes, it works out, sometimes it doesn’t. The point is, lying can often be used in a beneficial way, and I think Chloe understands and does this. She may put up a front and act like she thinks everyone likes her, but I’d argue that she knows the truth. Chloe isn’t out of touch with reality, but she denies and tell herself the things that help her remain strong (and powerful). As long as she believes people love her, despite what she knows the truth to be, she will remain happy, strong, and – who knows? maybe the lie will come true. In general, I think she’s a much stronger person internally and mentally than our first glance from the outside.

So back to how she’d react if she found out Ladybug’s identity first. I think she’d deny it in a similar vein she’s done previously, because the fact that she’s been an asshole to her idol, and that her idol probably hates her, isn’t going to sit well with her. She’ll lie to herself until she’s content with the idea that Mari/Ladybug doesn’t hate her as much as those annoyed groans and angry looks show she is. Everybody adores her! Chloe will cling onto these lies – at first.

But then, unlike the illness easing up for that narrator’s grandma from This American Life, Marinette isn’t going to forgive Chloe as easily. In Mari’s eyes, there’s no proof so far that Chloe has changed. But Chloe’s behavior in the shadow of these lies will soon catch up to her. Maybe her insecurity will leak out. Maybe she’ll push Ladybug’s nerves too far. Maybe she’ll do something incredibly nasty towards Marinette as a way of confirming her own lies. Either way, at some point, maybe Chloe will go too far (see @breeeliss‘s well thought out post on that here) and Mari will snap. It’ll be so terrible that Chloe herself can’t deny how badly she’s messed up. It will take a while, but eventually, I think Chloe will start to accept that she can’t lie to herself about this one. And from there, she’ll finally decide it’s time for a change.

Little Lost Soul

Negan x Reader

2400 words

Warnings ~ Negan language, bit of angst (reader is selectively mute), no smut in this part

So this is the first part of what might be a new series. I’ve put a bit of myself in the story, mostly just the selective mutism. I would love feedback, positive or otherwise!

Tags are at the bottom. If you don’t want to be tagged, or do want to, just let me know!

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Message In A Bottle

Request: based off the song I Don’t Even Know Your Name

a/n: hello!! hi! so sorry i’ve been a little mia! i want to make these requests as good as i can get them so, in turn, they take a while to get up!! i’ve also bee super busy with school! so i hope you enjoy this cute little one and let me know what you thought about it🤗🤗


Your name: submit What is this?

Your POV*

           “Katherine, was it really necessary to come this early?” You looked over at your friend, among the few other girls who thought it’d be a good idea to come line up outside of the venue early. 

           Katherine nodded her head vigorously and looked at you as if you’d just offended her, “Since we’re on the floor, we have general admission, and we have to be towards the front.”

           You rolled your eyes but nodded anyway.  Katherine had gotten tickets to see Shawn Mendes in concert.  You thought his music was catchy and liked it a lot, but Katherine was more of a fanatic when it came to him.  She had come over to your house the night before to make sure you had an outfit to wear because, as she said, “you never know what might happen, you could sweep him off his feet.”

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Hey guys this is based loosely off of the movie Practical Magic, if you haven’t seen it, please please watch it. It’s ahmazziinnnggggg.

They had been locked away, kept hidden in the large, old mansion since they had discovered the gifts each girl held. Watched over by the two older woman they called their aunts, it was safe here, no one could get in, the house was charmed and barricaded.

They weren’t alone. No, they would never be alone, they had each other. Each girl carrying a vastly different personality,

There was Josie, fiery and determined. She loved to sing and would often use her powers to put on elaborate shows in the attic, her aunts and sisters, her always captive audience. Josie was African American but it made no difference to the other two little girls, she was their sister. Her mother had practically thrown her to the witches when she discovered her daughters unusual gift.

“You’re gonna be famous one day Josie, and I’m gonna create all of your costumes, you don’t even have to pay me!”

Veronica, classy and composed but also the silliest of the three, she was constantly playing pranks on the other girls with her powers, flying coffee cups, slamming doors. She was fun but she could be brutal when necessary. Her story was actually the most normal of the three, her mother and her had had an emotional goodbye when she was dropped off, it was for the best, hermione couldn’t handle her, but she never stopped loving her.

And than there was Betty, the beautiful blonde witch with the piercing green eyes. She was sweet and good, only using her powers for good, hardly ever for fun. She helped the animals outside, grew bountiful gardens in the green house and made potions for healing. Her story was probably the saddest. Alice cooper was her mother and she had died when Betty was six, she was the only mother who shared the wicka gene, rumors flew that she had died of a broken heart.

When Betty and the girls were twelve, Betty had vowed to never fall in love. As they stood in the attic, flowers and potions surrounding them, Betty brewed together a spell.

“I’ll never fall in love. I’ll never die like my mother, girls. I won’t do it.”

She chanted something slowly, as a spark lifted in the air.

Veronica and Josie came around and wrapped their arms around the watery eyed blonde.

While the girls weren’t permitted to leave the grounds, it didn’t stop them from sneaking out and finding solace in a back booth at Pops Diner. Giggling over burgers and milkshakes as they tried to hide from the other customers. The little witches weren’t welcome in the town and if anyone spotted them they wouldn’t be treated quite so simply.

They did this every week on Saturday’s while their aunts were out at solstice. The third week in, a group of three boys strolled to a stop in front of their table. Veronica was quick to turn on the defensive.
“Can we help you.” She said sassily.

All three girls were on edge, fingers sparking ready to fight.

The redheaded boy smiled
“I’m Archie, this is Reggie and this is Jughead, they’re my best friends.”

Reggie nodded his head

“We know you, you’re the witch girls who live in that huge mansion.”

Betty’s eyes caught onto the dark haired boy, behind the other two, his ears were bright red because of the bitter cold and she caught herself giggling at his messy hair. as josie, Reggie, Veronica and Archie conversed, she smiled softly at the nervous looking boy.

His eyes widened at her smile, but he returned it , a little shyly.

“Why don’t you sit with us? We don’t get a lot of visitors and we have like no friends” josie giggled.

The boys slid in, Jughead squeezing next to Betty.

The group talked and laughed, sharing stories and eating fries, until it was time to go. Promising to return next weekend.

Betty walked beside Jughead and smiled
“I’ll see you next weekend?”

He nodded smiling
“You got it bets.”

She giggled, turning to catch up with her sisters before turning back to him and smiling
“Oh and jughead?” He turned her way and smiled raising an eye brow.

Suddenly her hand was moving in the air and he was holding a dark grey beanie shaped like a crown.

“Stay warm, Jughead Jones”

And then she was off, skipping next to her sisters, her long, white skirt flying behind her.

He swore he fell in love with her in that instant.

Unfortunately for the three boys who had become smitten with the girls just after one short meeting, they never saw them again. The girls had been caught sneaking back in and were never allowed out again. Leaving three heartsick twelve year olds.

Years passed and the six children grew older, each bond growing stronger and stronger.

Every night Betty would stare at the flowers littering her bedroom, her room almost flooded with flowers, it seemed to be all she could do with her powers now, she always thought of the handsome boy she had met years ago. What was he doing now? Did he think of her often?

He did. Jughead thought of her almost all the time, no girl had ever had an impact on him. No girl ever made his heart flutter the way she did. They three boys had gone up to the old mansion so many times but it was impossible to get in.

Now they were eighteen , The tradition of going to pops on saturdays still rang true, and he caught himself staring at the back booth every time.

“I think about it too.” Reggie said, settling next to him. “The way they talk about them, the horrible things they say. None of its true, we know that. But we seem to be the only ones.”

Jughead nodded slowly, sinking into the booth and adjusting his beanie.

Something was different in the air tonight, everyone felt it, it was obvious. The tension seemed to grow thicker and Archie rubbed at his neck.
“It’s weird man, I just feel like something big is about to happen ya know?”

Both boys nodded as Jughead but into his burger.

Suddenly the chime of the doors rang and Archie’s dropped jaw caused him to turn around.


There they were, the three witches of riverdale. Standing in the doorway of pops.

They were beautiful, enchantingly so. It was almost unreal how gorgeous they were. They swept past them, taking the familiar booth they had sat in years ago. All three boys eyes were glued to that table.

It was deja vu in the best way, closing his eyes he could almost see the three tiny girls they once were, now replaced by beautiful women dressed in gorgeous gowns, clearly having come from somewhere not in riverdale.

Suddenly her sparkling green eyes caught on to his and realization lit them up, as she motioned to her other friends.

The three girls stood up and made there way over to the table Veronica smiling

“I’m Veronica, this is Josie and Betty, they’re my best friends.”

He caught her eyes one more time and she smiled.

Nothing (Jungkook/Reader)


Genre: Angst

Words: 1,779

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: “W-what?” You stood there stunned, staring back at your boyfriend who couldn’t even looked at you in the eye. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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You loved me once

Pairing: demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Oral sex (female e male receiving), unprotected sex

Word Count: 2604

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“Hi Dean.”
The hunter looked up, and seeing Y/n in front of him, he rolled his eyes. He had been quite clear: he didn’t want her or Sam to follow him. The old Dean was gone. Now he was a Knight of Hell, a demon, strong, and without emotions, and concern for others.
“Y/n.” Dean said as he stood up from his chair; He had been in that bar already too long, and the presence of the girl, it was a great excuse to leave. He and Y/n.. had a long history behind it: the girl had begun to hunt with Dean during the Sam’s ‘period of college’, and they were never away from each other. What the hunter felt when she was at his side.. it was love. Dean hadn’t understood from the beginning, he was a man of a thousand women, and a single night. But the more he saw Y/n grow before his eyes, as he noticed her beauty, and her strong character.
And then he had the courage to approach her, and kiss her; and Y/n doesn’t reject him. From that day everything changed: the two were more gregarious than ever, even when Sam went back to hunt with them. They were unbeatable.
But everything could hear Dean at that time, was.. nothing. He just wanted to be alone, away from his brother and that girl. They would surely have tried to bring him back, the “Dean of the first”, which he wasn’t interested at all.
Dean left the bar, hoping Y/n doesn’t follow him, but he knew she would. He felt the presence of the girl behind him, who followed constantly, to the motel. Dean, arrived at his room, tried to leave out Y/n, but the girl put a foot in front of the door, and she managed to enter. Dean began to feel anger invade his body. And something else, an emotion that he couldn’t explain. Y/n entered with arrogance in the room, and closed the door behind her.
“Let me guess: you’re here to take me back.”
The Y/n’s gaze fixed on him, made feel Dean.. weird. A shiver ran through the spine of his back. Meanwhile Y/n wandered into the room, went back and forth, until she decided to sit on the bed.
“To be honest, no.”
The Y/n’s answer surprises the hunter; he was convinced that the only goal of the girl was to bring him back, to return to being a person.. good. He didn’t expect Y/n wanted him to stay a demon.
“And why are you here then?”
Y/n smiled, and with a quick rush, she rose from the bed, touching Dean’s body with her.
She licked her lips, her hands on his chest, her eyes met those of Dean. The hunter tried to remain impassive to those small gestures, even though it was not easy. Although he wasn’t interested emotionally Y/n (was it really so?), Dean couldn’t pretend to be indifferent to the girl’s body; to her small fingers that touched him, to her full lips, her hips trying to struggle with his. Dean closed his eyes and sighed; Y/n lured him to her flirting, but the hunter wasn’t stupid. Although the sexual tension was at its peak, Dean wouldn’t yield.
Y/n hadn’t answered the question of Dean, and so the boy took a step back, the girl moving away from him.
“Why don’t you take me back?”
The Y/n’s gaze still caught more attention to Dean; although she tried in every way to provoke the boy, however, she had red eyes.
She will certainly have cried, thought Dean, you don’t fool me, sweetheart.
“There will not be need.” said Y/n, still approaching once Dean. Her hands wrapped around the neck of the hunter, and he did nothing but stare.
“Because you will yourself back to me.”
Dean laughed; he thought it was the biggest crap he had ever heard. Because he wanted to go back to being a mere human?
Be a Knight of Hell was extraordinary: he could do whatever he wanted, he could have everything he had always wanted. He had the strength, he had the power.
“I don’t never coming back, sweetheart. I will not go back to being that simple, weak, and stupid human, that I was. I will never go back to Sam, and you. I will not return to love you.”
Y/n felt butterflies in the stomach more and more agitated. It was not easy to stay there, impassive, in front of the man you love, in front of the man who was once kind, good, and the best of all. In front of the man who was now a demon. Her hands began to bowl on Dean’s face, her eyes were sailing in the green ones of the boy; the Y/n’s lips brushed those of Dean, but she didn’t kissed him. She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t have left him.
“It doesn’t matter.” she said, while Dean held back the urge to sling on her, on her lips, lay her on the bed and remove her clothes off. Why he felt that emotion so strange for someone like him? What was it really? Desire? Passion? ..Love?
No, impossible; a demon doesn’t feel love. He doesn’t feel love, no longer now.
“You loved me once. You can love me again.”
The Y/n’s words left Dean breathless; she really thought he would have loved her again.
Deluded, thought Dean instinctively.
Y/n walked away from the hunter, and she passed him, going to the door. Before going out, the girl spoke once more to the boy.
“I’m going to the bar. When you want, I’ll wait there.”
That said, Y/n left the room, leaving Dean alone with his thoughts.

It had been a couple of hours, when Dean finally decided to come out of his room, and go to the bar; he wanted to drink, but in the end he knew he wanted to go there to see if Y/n was waiting for him.
And if Y/n was right? If he still had feelings for her? If he is not able to eliminate those emotions inside him?
Dean entered the bar not far from his motel, and the first thing he did was look around; when he finally saw Y/n, he skipped a beating heart. He wanted to go to her, he felt the need to have her by his side, hold her to him. It could feel something like that, a demon?
Dean, however, saw that the girl was not alone; there was a man at her side, next to the pool table. She laughed with him, and in turn made their moves. Dean felt a pang in the stomach, but he tried to shake off that feeling. He went over to the counter, and began to drink. A sip, another, and another; he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/n. He watched her carefully, while with the pool cue, she fell on the pool table; her shirt pulled up, leaving the girl’s stomach in full view. The jeans perfectly clutching the hips, and on the ass..
Dean looked away, feeling a tingle there on the crotch; even though he was a demon, he still felt something, but he couldn’t figure out what. At that moment he wanted only to drag Y/n away from that place, and take her in his room.
“Now I have to go.”
Dean turned back to watch Y/n, as she walked away from the pool table, and the man, or at least she tried. The man positioned himself in front of the girl, tried to make her stay a little longer with him. Y/n said once again that she had to go away, but the man didn’t listen; he squeezed her arm and pulled her toward him. The girl began to squirm, and tried to get away from the man, in vain. Dean felt a sudden anger invade his body, and within seconds was alongside Y/n; he pushed the man away from her, and hit him stronger to face.
Y/n gasped when she found Dean at her side; she was so focused on the game of billiards and the man, who hadn’t noticed his entry in the bar. Dean turned to her, and their eyes met; the hunter squeezed her wrist, and pulled her out of the bar.
Neither of them spoke, while Dean was heading to the motel, taking the girl nearest to him. When finally they arrived, Dean opened the door, and brought in Y/n with him. The boy slammed the door quickly, and pushed Y/n against it; the girl didn’t have time to say anything, that Dean’s lips were on hers. In that kiss there was desire, passion, desire to one another, feelings that Dean didn’t think to prove again. The hunter traveled with lips on the girl’s face, to the hollow of the neck; he kissed her, licked her, bit her. He continued down until to get to the button of her jeans; furiously, he unbuttoned the Y/n’s pants, and pushed them away, along with the panties. He left kisses and bites on both legs, marking what was his.
A sharp cry came from the Y/n’s lips, when Dean laid the tongue on her pussy; he began to torture the clit, making her moan more.
Dean slid a finger inside her pussy, continuing to suck her clit; he slipped another finger, and Y/n arched her back, feeling the orgasm approaching. She was screaming with pleasure, as Dean licked satisfied the taste of her.
Y/n was out of breath, but Dean stood up and flung himself again on her lips; he turned away from her and looked into her eyes.
“On the bed.”
The order of Dean excited Y/n more, and without taking her eyes from Dean, she walked toward the bed, and lay down. The hunter leaned against the door, and he looked at the beauty of Y/n.
“Take off your clothes.” he said, as he watched her carefully. Y/n took off her shirt, and with a slow agony, she also took off her bra, remaining completely naked. Dean slid his hand in his pants, and began to touch his cock, become harder because of her.
“Why don’t you help?” said Y/n suddenly; Dean felt explode. He came up at the foot of the bed, and Y/n, kneeling on the bed, attracted the Dean’s lips to her; she bit his bottom lip, making moan the boy between her lips. With her hands on the crotch, Y/n unbuttoned the hunter’s jeans, pulling them along with boxer.
She lowered herself onto the hunter’s cock, and licked its length; she squeezed her hand on Dean’s cock, and she began to suck; Dean felt in paradise; in recent weeks he had been sleeping with other women, but Y/n.. she was different. In her gestures, she made him feel.. loved.
“Yes, Y/n.. do it like this..”
Dean wished her lips on his cock even more, and squeezing a hand through her hair, he pulled her towards him.
“I’m.. Y/n, I’m coming.”
Dean closed his eyes, and he enjoyed that perfect moment, as he came between the girl’s lips. He tried to calm his breath as Y/n stood up and sat again on her knees on the bed.
She licked her lips, and this aroused Dean even more.
The hunter quickly took off the rest of the clothes, and lay down on the bed, Y/n beneath him. Their lips collided, the tongues that were fighting each other, the nails of her pressed into the boy’s back. Dean kissed her collarbone, while Y/n continued to moan.
“Fuck me.” said Y/n, approaching Dean closer to her. She didn’t care if the man she loved was a demon, because she knew he would come back to her.
“Fuck you?”
Dean smiled; having Y/n under his control, make her moan because of him.. made him mad.
“Please.. please?”
“Say again.. again..”
Dean loved to hear her beg him, he felt even more the need to make her his.
“Please, Dean. Fuck me!”
Dean didn’t need to repeat again; slowly he brought his cock at the entrance of the Y/n’s pussy, and in an instant, he slipped inside her. Y/n felt full after so long; she loved him so much, that everything else didn’t matter to her.
Deep groans came from both guys, while Dean was moving fast into her.
Dean began to realize that for him it wasn’t just sex; maybe she was right. Maybe he was a different demon from the other, he could feel emotions, to feel love. For Y/n.
“God, Y/n. You’re tight.”
“..yes Dean, right there.”
Dean pushed even more his cock in her pussy, and, with one hand he was torturing her clit.
The hunter looked at the Y/n’s face, that biting her lips, she was going crazy with pleasure. Dean watched her: he had never seen her more beautiful and sexy as now.
“Dean.. I can’t.. I’m.. aah!”
The girl arched her back, her hips colliding with those of Dean; she came, a tear rolled on her face. The guy still gave some push inside her, and then he came, whispering her name into her ear.
They were both motionless, Dean still on her body; the breath was short, and their minds were exhausted. After a while, Dean moved from Y/n and sat by her side.
And now? What would have happened? He was still a demon, and she still loved him.
Both things could not change; or maybe yes?
“I thought you didn’t care about me.”
Dean turned to the girl, who had his eyes closed. Dean licked his lips: despite Y/n was tired and sweaty because of sex, the hunter didn’t think of anything but what she was beautiful, how her hair stuck to her skin, to her chest rose and fell rapidly, did she look like sensual.
“In fact it’s so.” Dean said unconvinced. A demon can have feelings, Crowley himself, the king of hell, was.. good. When he wanted to. So why Dean couldn’t accept the fact that he could love, despite his new nature?
“To me it didn’t seem so.”
Finally Y/n opened her eyes, which immediately met those of Dean. At that moment the hunter thought about everything he had done and said with Y/n; as much as he had loved her, and how he would protect her at all costs. He hadn’t also done before? He had ‘saved’ her from the man in the bar?
Dean got out of bed, took his clothes off the floor, and began to wear them; Also Y/n stood up, but instead of dressing up, walked over to Dean, and resting the body to his back, hugged him. The hunter shivered; This was then that he felt? It was this love? How could he not remember? It was only a few weeks he had become a demon, and yet he had forgotten what it meant to feel something profound for one person.
“Is’t okay. There’s no hurry. You will heal.”
Dean turned around; notwithstanding any man, seeing a naked woman in front of him, would have jumped on top of her, the hunter didn’t it. Instead, he simply approached his lips to those of the girl, and he kissed her. They were soft, and sweet, and they had the taste of him.
Just then Dean realized that he was a demon, but he could also feel love for the girl he loved, for Y/n. And maybe one day, he would understand that he could even return to being a human. After all, it wasn’t that bad.

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fem!ed/havoc happy au

@arrowsbane well i guess we’re going to just have to keep being inspired by each other. i read her amazing post HERE, which was in turn inspired by my post HERE and you don’t need to read any of these to read this, but can i just say –

holy shit. havoc/ed. what a brilliant fucking paring that i’ve never even thought of before. holy shit, it’s perfect.

so – to set the scene. trans female ed. trans ed who performed human transmutation not to bring anyone back to life (both her parents are alive, but gone, trisha was not content to be left behind this go around) but instead to give her the body she always desired. and she succeeds. she and al are still trained by izumi curtis, and this gives ed her driving passion, her goal in life – to be a housewife.

so she and al go about her adventures, dragging winry along more often than not, but they stay away from central and they always come home. and ed’s about to turn twenty, and pinako is talking to her old friend ellie, and ellie is moaning about her unmarried grandson, her grandson who refuses to inherit the general store and won’t settle down and is off in the military, of all things. he’s a bright, handsome boy, elle says, he just has his head in the wrong place.

and pinako taps her pipe and goes – you know i’ve been raising three kids right, my granddaughter and my neighbor’s kids, a boy and a girl. and ellie is surprised, she thought both elric children were boys, but she dismisses the thought easily. she remembers ed as a tomboy, of course, and with that name who can blame her. but no one’s first thought is unprecendented human transmutation when presented with someone’s who’s a different gender than the one she remembers.

ellie is like oh, is winry looking to settle down? but pinako scoffs, says she’s a career gal through and through. but her other girl, eden – she has a wandering spirit, but she’s a good girl, a lovely country bred woman who’s looking to be a housewife (ellie’s idea of housewife and ed’s idea of a housewife vary wildly, but pinako’s not about to bring that up).  so pinako sends a message to her children, and ellie sends one to her grandson: she’s sending a young woman to central from their hometown. she’s single, and looking to settle down, and the granddaughter of an old family friend.

so jean havoc gets this letter, completely and utterly horrified. the whole team makes fun of him. but grandmother eleanor rules the family with an iron fist, and havoc better come up with a damn good reason not to marry this girl. he’d not interested in a country mouse for a wife. before he can think of one, eden has already agreed and is on a train to central. she convinces al to stay behind, just for a couple of weeks, because she doesn’t want him scaring this jean havoc off.

ed is gorgeous, and a genius, and an absolute terror. she’s dated a lot of men, slept with just as many, and hasn’t found a single one worth her time. she doubts she’ll be interested in a boy from their little rural town, but pinako knows her and she trusts the old woman’s judgement. if she thinks jean havoc is someone who could make her happy, eden is more than willing to give it a shot.

so havoc has to leave early from work to meet his amost-maybe-fiance at the train. obviously, the team minus hawkeye follows him. they’re dying to know.

a country girl. they were expecting a country girl, someone wide eyed, unpolished, a little out of her depth. instead they get eden elric, a girl who’s been to cities and knows how to dress for it. they get eden elric, black boots and black leather pants and a black shirt with a dramatic red coat flaring out behind her. eden elric, golden eyes and golden hair and in the setting afternoon sun just golden. she smiles when she sees him and jean’s mouth goes dry and his heart goes zing! and havoc is going to send his grandmother some really nice flowers. “you must be jean,” she says, voice low and smoky, eyes crinkling at the corners. “you look like your father.”

“i, you,” he fumbles, holding out his hand to shake and stepping forward to take her bag at the same time. “hi.”

“hi,” she repeats, and he’s screwed, she’s already laughing at him and it hasn’t even been five minutes. “did you know you’re being followed?”

he sighs and doesn’t look behind him. “those would be my coworkers and my superior office.”

“delightful,” she says, dry and completely unimpressed, and she’s from resembool, his job and his rank is worse than useless with her, it’s a detriment. none of that crowd like the military. his mother hadn’t talked to him for over a year after he enlisted. “that won’t do. we’ll have to ditch them.”

“how?” he asks, and she grins, sharp. he takes her to his car and she shoves him in the passenger seat and climbs in the driving one, breaking about a thousand laws as she careens down crowded city streets. jean’s horrified for about thirty seconds, then he’s egging her on and cheering, directing her down roads whenever she hesitates and laughing the whole time.

they make it to where he was supposed to drop her off, beaming. “usually men throw up when they drive with me,” she says, beaming.

“nah, that wasn’t scary, it was fun,” he says, and he’s already kissed this relationship goodbye before it’s started. she’s beautiful and brave and exudes the same type of easy confidence the colonel does, and that’s not something he’ll ever be able to match. she’s no country mouse. she’s a supernova, and he’s stardust.

eden smiles at him, and says, “would you like to meet me for lunch, jean?”

havoc peers up at the building, and it’s central university. he wouldn’t have expected a country girl / wanna be housewife to be pursuing a degree, but clearly he should toss every preconceived notion he had about eden out the window, because none of them are going to be right.

“yes,” he says, because eden will make an effort with him for a while, he knows, since she’s here on the insistence of both their grandmothers. but she’ll grow tired of him eventually, like they all do, and jean intends to spend as much time with her as she can before that happens.

except it doesn’t happen. she’s kind and smart, so unbelievable smart, and dry and biting. she snores when she sleeps and get snappy when he interrupts her reading, refuses to drink milk and hates brushing her hair, so more often than not it’s up in a truly awful ponytail. he likes these things about her best, because her little imperfections, her temper and her skittering attention, the messy way she eats, all make her human. she’s flawed, and each new one havoc finds delights him, because the fact that she leaves crumbs on the counter brings her just a little closer to his level.

they keep going out. the brother shows up, and gives him one overly-firm handshake, then takes his lead from eden. she’s happy with him, so alphonse is happy with him, but he imagines the easy friendship he shares with the other man would disintegrate the second eden indicates she’s moved on from him. eden talks about her classes and the kids in them, which ones are good students and which ones aren’t, and havoc keeps meaning to ask what exactly she’s studying but it keeps slipping his mind. he listens to her talk about it for hours, but it’s all science mumbo jumbo and honestly goes in one ear and out the other. he just likes listening to her talk when she’s excited.

she follows him home about a month in, and the sex is so amazingly mind numbingly good it almost doesn’t seem real.

she comes to office one day to meet him for lunch, a first because she hates his office and his work and the impasse they’ve managed to maintain about his career is that they just don’t talk about it much. but she shows up, pretty pale pink dress and softly curled hair, looking close to the delicate country girl they all expected her to be. havoc is running late, and when he shows up it’s to eden sitting on hawkeye’s desk and laughing with the woman. it’s a terrifying experience. he didn’t know hawkeye could laugh.

but she’s around more after that, befriends hawkeye, and jean finds out that eden met catherine armstrong on campus and they’re fast friends, she spends a lot of time at the Armstrong mansion. and havoc is sure that’s it, that eden will meet strong, rich alex and their relationship will go out in flames. but it doesn’t happen, eden keeps asking to see him and he keeps saying yes.

it’s been almost a year when eleanor barks down the line, “are you going to marry this girl or not, jean?”

“i don’t know if that’s something she’s interested in,” he says, because he’s not the marrying sort, but for eden? he would be willing. he’d be a husband if it meant having eden as a wife.

his grandmother scoffs down the line, “she’s a smart girl, jean. if she’s still seeing you, she’s interested in it. she didn’t move to central to date you. the girl wants to be a housewife.”

and jean hems and haws, but the thing is he does love eden. and maybe, just maybe, eden loves him. so he goes to hawkeye for help, and she goes, “oh thank god, finally.” havoc is offended for all of two seconds before realizing that means eden’s been waiting for him to propose. yes.

he’s walking down the street with her after a movie, holding up his jacket over both of them as some sort of minimal protection from the rain. there’s a ring burning a hole in his pocket, but thanks to the torrential downpour this is not the romantic evening he intended. they see roy, and are confused for about to seconds until they see serial killer scar going to attack him. havoc yells at eden to run, and she does – right at the serial killer.

but then she does something he’s never seen her do, she claps her hand together and blue energy cracks in the air, and – she’s an alchemist?

he really should have had that conversation about what she’s studying at university.

she good, incredible good, and he knew she worked out, but he didn’t know she was combat trained. she launches a relentless alchemica/physical attack against scar that has him running away with his tail between his legs. ed’s helping roy up when jean runs up and grabs her by shoulders to shout, “you’re an alchemist!”

“what,” she blinks, “of course I am? i talk about it all the time! i know i teach the advanced theoretical alchemy seminar, but my knowledge isn’t theoretical. what kind of professor would i be if I didn’t’ test my own theories before teaching them?”

“teach,” he says faintly, “professor. right.” he’s such an idiot, eden isn’t attending central university, she’s teaching there.

she gives him an odd look, and okay, his girlfriend is way more awesome and too good for him than he previously thought, but that doesn’t change anything.

“will you marry me?” he asks. they’re sweat, rain, and blood soaked. roy has horrible gash on his side, and he thinks eden might have a broken arm. he had a speech planned, but he can’t remember it right now. “you do still want to be a housewife, right?” he knows better now, that eden will never be the traditional housewife. but he can give her a home and his name, and, oh god, kids, when she wants them. he’ll give her everything within his power to give her, if only she’ll take it.

finally,” eden and roy say at the same time, and havoc doesn’t have the time to get flustered before she’s kissing him.

and they all lived happily ever after


Melissa first saw her at the edge of the crowd. Her small frame strangely set above a gaggle of mostly juniors and seniors, queer that she could spy her so well. With her wide eyes, and round face the girl couldn’t have been any older than herself, a freshman who had come from a small town in Minnesota. There were harsh winters there, but Elsewhere seemed to always have the air of spring.

Melissa tried to follow her, smelling the faint scent of jasmine that seemed to follow this strange girl around. She cut through throngs of bodies and elbows, crowds of feet and indistinct voices entranced by the sing song laughter that reminded her of a robins song. Melissa never seemed able to get close to her, just as she would reach one end of the room she would catch a glimpse of the girl, again on the other side. The red haired youth didn’t know why she seemed so determined to find the girl with daisies in her short hair, hair that reminded her of the barley fields her dad use to drive her through as a child; blonde, but Melissa could have sworn her hair was pink when she caught her in the corner of her eye.

This was the Freshman’s first party- even in high school she had nothing more than the odd sleepover and birthday parties at Camp Snoopy, closely guarded by her parents. Melissa didn’t know what she was doing here, why she was following a girl so beautiful when she, herself was nothing more than a gangly teen with an overbite.

Melissa made her way to the over sized snack table, passing over the strangely colored dips and cups whose contents were sweeter than the soda she got at the store; eyes searching. She dodged glances and the half hearted waves of strangers, Melissa was never good at small talk, the sweat on her palms evidence of her nervousness; she didn’t know anybody. I just need to find her. Melissa searched the crowd once again, her roommate, Dolly, who long abandoned her at the beginning of the night was a few feet away laughing too hard at every one of the senior boy’s jokes.

“Call me Dolly there alright?”

“Why? Your name doesn’t even start wit-”

“Never mind that- all the senior girls go by cool names, what are they gonna call you?”

“Um. Melissa.”


There. The Freshman’s heartbeat quickened as she spotted the strange girl, looking away from Melissa with arms folded across her chest as if she were in her own world. She was suddenly so close- so close she could almost touch her shoulder, trace her fingers down the thin cotton of her shirt; it’s dipping backline. Hadn’t she been at the other side of the room?

The singsong giggle caught her breath as the girl turned around, looking straight at her with impossibly green eyes that sparkled. There was a small smile on her lips, as if there was an inside joke only she were privy too. All of this was no help to Melissa’s nerves, her heart pounded against her rib cage. She didn’t know why she had followed this girl around- she hadn’t even considered the possibility of meeting her.

“Hello” she sang. Reaching out her petite hands, Melissa grasped it, feeling like a baboon a meeting a flower. “I’m Faye.”

Had Melissa known the consequences of this acquaintance then, she would have hesitated. Had Melissa read her brochures, spied those flyers on the bulletin boards, or heard the whispers in the hall she would have known better. Had she known the trials she would face, the scars she would wear and the dangers ahead of her, Melissa may have reconsidered and walked away. Had Melissa known all these things in this moment. She would change nothing.

“I’m Melissa”