Prompt from anon: a jughead x reader imagine based off this romeo and juliet quote? ‘did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! for i ne'er saw true beauty till this night’ (with all the romeo and juliet references i felt the extreme urge to request this cause i love the play)
Jughead groaned as the two of you exited English class, looking at the assignment your teacher just handed out.
“Romeo and Juliet? Seriously? Out of all the plays in the world like Macbeth, Hamlet, Oedipus Rex, Antigone, and we get a romantic passage from Romeo and Juliet?” he asked.
You snickered at your best friend.
“Better start reading up, Juggie. It’s worth 75% of our final grade.” you said.
“Please. I’ll have it memorized by eighth period.” he said.
“Good. The sooner we can rehearse, the better. Come over tonight for dinner. Afterwards we can run lines.”
“Sounds good. See you later.” he said before walking in the other direction to his next class.
You gave him a quick goodbye wave before walking away, heart beating like crazy.
Stop it! God, he’s your best friend! He doesn’t like you back!
You shook the negative thoughts away and took a deep breath. It was just a hangout. Except this time you were running lines. For a play. A play called Romeo and Juliet. Where Jughead was Romeo. And you were Juliet.
Yeah. Everything would be just fine.
It was around seven o’clock when the two of you began brainstorming your scenes together in your living room. Thankfully, you didn’t feel anxious anymore. Your mom’s spaghetti and meatballs that you had for dinner had definitely loosened you up.
Jughead thought it would be a good idea if you would freeze during the scene the two of you were assigned and then have Jughead walk around you, reciting his words of love. He said it could symbolize Romeo walking around in his head, in his thoughts. You rose your eyebrows at him at the cheesiness and Jughead rolled his eyes.
“It’ll get us a few extra points for creativity, okay?” he said.
You sighed but nodded.
“Okay,” he said, getting up. “Showtime.”
You walked to the middle of the room while Jughead walked to the corner, notes in hand.
“And… action!” he called.
You froze into place, the only movement being your chest from breathing and your eyes for blinking.
“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night”
Jughead began as he walked slowly over to you, stopping and looking out at the imaginary audience.
“Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”
His voice was beautiful. It sounded like he had known the lines since he was little as he recited them flawlessly, never missing a beat.
“So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.”
He turned back to you and your heart hammered in your chest. You realized he was really getting into character as he looked at you lovingly. You tried to keep your eyes fixated on the nothingness you were staring at in the beginning as he began to walk over to you.
“The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.”
He was half a foot from you now, looking at you with such an intense stare that you couldn’t help but gulp.
“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!”
His face was inches from yours now and you swore Jughead could hear your heart beating. His pupils were dilated and you couldn’t help glancing at his lips.
“For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
His voice was lower than ever now. Before you knew, his lips were on yours, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You heard the notes in his other hand fall to the floor as he swapped them for your waist instead. You clumsily entangled your fingers in his black hair and pulled him closer to you. Jughead smiled into the kiss as you deepened it before the two of you pulled away for air. Jughead smirked at you and your reddened cheeks.
“Should we run that part by again? Just to make sure we really have it down?” he asked cheekily.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled him down for another kiss.
After your heated argument earlier on this morning, you were sure that a little time away and a cuddle tonight would make everything better. No. You’d made Harry some extra nice dinner that you knew he’d love. You brought it up to his studio where you knocked on the door and had no answer. You called his name and you were ignored. You opened the door to find him watching TV. “Didn’t fancy watching TV downstairs?” You asked. Ignored. “H, I brought you up some dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs, your favorite.” You smiled placing a kiss on his head. Ignored and shrugged away with the kiss you so generously gave. “H, are you still mad? I said I’m sorry.” You spoke. He simply lifted the Sky button and flicked through the channels. You put the plate on the coffee table and sat next to Harry. You wrapped your arms around Harry and tried to pull him close, he shrugged you off. “Harry! Please!” You pleaded. You were still ignored. “Silent treatment? Really? Harry really your being that silly about it?” You groaned. His eyes glued to the TV. “I can’t believe you H” You sighed.
Feeling a little shitty about yourself you got yourself a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and went and ran yourself a bath. Bubbles filled to the top and a few candles loitering and your favorite jazz playlist going, you felt a little more happier. But you craved a word from your boyfriend. It was a silly argument, the lack of you being together and his stress caused it. You prayed that he’d come talk to you before you went to bed, but you had a hard time believing that it would actually happen. You and Harry were normally so happy but the stress of the album was beginning to take a toll on his health. Bringing this up wasn’t a happy topic for your both. You ate another meatball the door opened to the bathroom. There stood your boyfriend. A bowl of what you presumed was the one you gave to him earlier. He gave you a soft smile as he cheeks reddened. He sat down on the floor head against the tub. “I’m a dickhead.” He muttered. You sighed and a small smile graced your lips. “Sometimes.” You replied. You placed your bowl on the side and ruffled your hand through Harry’s hair. “I love you pet” Harry said. “I’m sorry” you smiled. “It’s okay, I’m just worried about you sweets. If this album is taking a toll on your mental health then you need to calm it. You’ll drive yourself insane. You can’t be doing that.” You said. “Can I get in?” He asked. You nodded. He stripped himself of his grey joggers, sports top and boxers. “Squidge” He muttered. You moved forward in the tub and he stepped in and you leant against him. “Love you petal, I really do” He smiled pressing a kiss to your neck. “H, I seriously think you need a break.” You said. “I think I need to get away from London and L.A.” He spoke. “Like a holiday?” You asked. “Like a holiday.” he stated. “Maybe like just chilling and writing in a different environment.” He said. “For a week?” You asked. “No, maybe just until I’m ready to come home, won’t be for too long though.” You frowned. “H, I don’t think I can go that long without seeing you, I need you here with me, I know that selfish but, we are barely talking much now, let alone what will happen if your not even in the country!” You exclaimed. “No, pet, I’d want you to come with me petal, we can chill for the days by the pool, have some good old food and a good tan to us.” He smiled. “So somewhere hot?” You asked. “Jamaica maybe?” He asked. “I’d love that!!” You smiled.
SHALL I DO KIND OF A HARRY WRITING IN JAMAICA WITH THE MISSUS?!?!?!
Sorry for the slight delay. School has been pegging homework and assignments at me left right and centre. I hope everyone enjoys the story, it’s taken me hours to perfect it. Also, I apologise for the length. Hope I didn’t go overboard. Please show me what you think whether through likes or comments! I’ve done something a little different towards the end. Hope you like it ;)
You were humming. An activity you did so rarely, you surprised yourself. What was even more surprising, was you were taking more time into preparing dinner than usual. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, it wasn’t the hardest dish to create, but you weren’t the most marvellous chef and wanted to play it safe. Why was that? Well… a certain red-headed psycho that lived under your roof. It was a forced living arrangement at first, but now, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You found Jerome Valeska, although still slightly frightening, great company. You wanted to impress him in every way possible. Was that strange? Probably. Unusual? Certainly. Worrisome? Absolutely, but you didn’t care one little bit.
Your humming had now escalated to a full-scale acapella session. ‘Without Me’ by Eminem. A favourite of yours. You knew all the verses off by heart and considered yourself quite the raps-woman, although you wouldn’t sing it in front of anyone else. Especially not Jerome. You’d probably die of embarrassment.
Four hours! Jerome was supposed to be home four hours ago! It was ten thirty, and there was still no sign of him. Your stress sweated out of your pores, shredded your nails with your teeth and turned you into a fidgeting mess. Pacing back and forth, checking the clock every other time you weren’t peeking through the curtain.
‘Stay calm y/n. Stay calm. He’s probably just caught up. Yeah, that’s right. Just caught up…’ But a voice in the back of your head decided to rebut.
‘But what if he’s more than caught up. He might have left.’
‘Not without saying goodbye.’
‘Why would he bother with that? It’s not like your important.’
‘That’s not true. That’s not true. The way he acts around me. Those looks. It can’t be an act.’
“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”
jin: i’m making dinner, you all should come over
jhope: what’s for dinner?
namjoon: he’s making spaghetti and meatballs
jungkook: swaghetti and memeballs
*jimin and 4 others have left the group*
yoongi: you’re uninvited
*yoongi has left the group*
Music Series: I’m So In Love With You by Jill Andrews ft. Seth Avett (trequel to Figures & Tell Me How)
After I finished writing the two MS stories last night, I laid in bed trying to go to sleep and all I could think was…”But what’s going to happen to Harry if she doesn’t take him back? He stopped traffic and everything!”
……. This is my life. I can’t shut Harry off, nor do I really want to.
So I began thinking of what the next song should be to finish off that storyline. I have a process my brain goes through when writing, especially with the Music Series imagines. Something clicks in my mind and makes me smile when it’s right…and this feels right to me.
I found this song not long ago. I really like the Avett Brothers, but I’d not heard of Jill Andrews. The words to this song, and its sweet, loving sound, really made me wish I had a man in my life!
So to finish off this story, here is the trequel to Figures and Tell Me How. This song is called “I’m So In Love With You, by Jill Andrews, featuring Seth Avett. You can find it on my Spotify playlist called I Love You Long Time, HERE
Harry walks to you, standing in front of you, afraid to touch you. He doesn’t want to make the wrong move and push you further away.
“Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, and if it takes the rest of our lives for me to prove it to you, it will be worth it to be with you again. Will you give me a chance to show you how much I still love you? How much I want to be with only you? ” Harry asks, desperately. “Please, love.”
You look at the pleading on his face, as you stand outside of your work building, and the part of you that still loves him sympathizes with him.
“One chance, Harry,” you say, clearing your throat. “Don’t make me regret it.”
You can see the relief wash over him as he slowly and gently reaches for your hand, pleased when you don’t pull it away. He leans toward you, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, before you turn and begin walking into your building.
When I’m alone, I talk to myself
Like I’m talking to you, talking to you
I lie on the couch, and hum a little tune…Hmm
I’m singing to you
And I know it’ll take a little more time
To get through
As you are about to leave work, a messenger stops at your desk, asking your identity then hands you a folded note. You thank him then open the note, seeing Harry’s handwriting inside.
I miss you…
and I love you,
You smile slightly, touched that he would do such a nice, simple thing, but then again, that was just Harry. He used to always make sweet, little gestures like that. You traced over his name with your finger, in his lovely scroll, and nearly fell apart. How were you ever going to get through this?
Harry’s slow but steady pursuit of you began simple and small, and you were relieved. He knew you weren’t ready to jump back in, and he didn’t want to overwhelm you to the point of you changing your mind, saying it was too much, too soon. But he definitely had a plan, and he wasn’t going to give up. He was determined to win you back. He had dreamed once of your life together, having children together and building a future together, and you had wanted that, too. He wasn’t going to give up on that, he just had to remind you of why the two of you fell in love in the first place.
Slow, but steady.
As you are about to sleep, you hear your phone ring and see it is Harry. You take a deep breath and answer.
“Hello?” you say nervously.
Expecting to hear Harry’s voice, you are surprised when you hear a familiar song playing.
“Oh, this is the night, it’s a beautiful night
And we call it bella notte
Look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes
On this lovely bella notte
Side by side with your loved one
You’ll find enchantment here
The night will weave its magic spell
When the one you love is near
Oh, this is the night and the heavens are right
On this lovely bella notte“
By the time the song finishes, you are in tears. Harry hears you sniff.
“Do you remember this, love?” he asks. “Our first date. I invited you to come watch a movie with me, and you laughed when you realized the movie I had chosen was Lady and the Tramp, and that I fixed us spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Was also the first time you let me kiss you. Well, I sort of stole it, but still. Do you remember?”
You sniff again and wipe a tear from your cheek.
“I remember,” you say.
“I knew it straight off,” he continues. “I loved you then. That very night. And I love you now…and every day between…and every day after. And if it takes me serenading you with love songs and happy memories every single night before you sleep, to remind you of how much I love you, I’ll do it.”
After a short silence, you reply, “Thank you.”
You knew Harry wanted to hear you tell him you still loved him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. You did still love him. You would always love Harry. But you still had hurt inside of you that Harry needed to work on, hurt that choked those words back inside of you when you were tempted to tell him.
“I know this won’t happen overnight, love, and I’m okay with that,” he says gently. “However long you need, I’m here, waiting for you.”
‘Cuz I’m so, I’m so in love with you
You know I can’t control it, acting like such a fool
And I’m so, I’m so in love with you
Here’s to wishing, and hoping, and waiting to hear it from you
Let me hear it from you
Every day as time passed, Harry would do things to show you he was thinking of you. Reminding you of inside jokes the two of you shared…places you had gone together…the fun, happy times you shared. Texts and phone calls became more frequent, and soon became grabbing coffee or a quick lunch during your work day. He never presumed he had you, and you appreciated that. But it was already becoming harder for you to not think about him or want to be around him. You were still in love.
As you worked at your desk, trying to keep your mind where it was supposed to be, you saw your cell phone vibrate with Harry’s name and photo appearing on the screen. Things were becoming comfortable again with Harry. You were even able to laugh together a bit, mostly from his corny jokes, which you always loved. You smile and answer.
“Hello, love,” Harry says cheerfully. “I’d like to ask you a question.”
“Okay,” you say into your phone.
“I was wondering…if you’re free…could I…could we…” you hear him struggling and taking a shaky breath.
“What is it?” you ask curiously.
“I would like to have a first date with you…again,” he says nervously. “I…I just…I miss you so much, love. Just would like to spend more time with you again…but if…you’re not ready for that…”
“No,” you swallow. “I’d like that.” You pause then say something you had been feeling for awhile, and hoped you weren’t jinxing yourself with by saying it out loud. “I miss you, too.”
You audibly hear him sigh his relief into the phone, and you sense the broad smile that was no doubt plastered across his face.
“Tonight alright?” he asks eagerly. “Or…we can do another night, if that’s too soon for you.”
“Tonight’s fine,” you agree. “I can be ready by…7?”
“I’ll come for you at 7,” he says. “Thank you.”
“I’ll see you then,” you say, as you both say goodbye.
If I fall asleep, and find you in a dream lying next to me, next to me
I’m holding my breath. We’re tangled in sheets
And I wanna believe, I wanna believe
But in the morning, I’m still waiting for this dream to come true
Your date was wonderful, but Harry always had a way of making you feel special, regardless of the situation. He took you to the restaurant you both always enjoyed eating at, bought a small bouquet of flowers from a street vendor and gave them to you, then the two of you walked through the park to listen to a jazz band play in the tiny amphitheater, hiding toward the back around some trees, in an attempt at Harry not being seen. You felt Harry’s hand rest against the small of your back…and you loved it. You had missed his touch. The first time you let Harry hold your hand again, you would have thought it was the most rare jewel in the world and he was protecting it. His hand barely left yours for a second.
As the two of you stood listening to the music, you felt the need to tell Harry something that you thought was still weighing on him. You turn to him and he looks at you with a grin.
“I forgive you,” you say to him, nodding your head slightly and looking directly into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve told you that. But I forgive you for…what happened.”
You could see the tears build in his eyes as he smiled, wrapping his arms tenderly around you, whispering “thank you” into your ear.
As Harry walks you to your flat, you unlock the door and step inside, he following you in a step or two and looking at you with much love. You knew he wanted to kiss you as desperately as you wanted to kiss him. It may take you a bit to completely forget about everything that happened, but you did forgive him for hurting you, and you missed him terribly.
'Cuz I’m so, I’m so in love with you
You know I can’t control it, acting like such a fool
And I’m so, I’m so in love with you
Here’s to wishing, and hoping, and waiting to hear it from you
Let me hear it from you
You stand looking at each other, as Harry searches for the right words to say.
“Did you enjoy tonight, sweetheart?” he asked, holding your hand in his.
“I did,” you answer. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he repeats back, so thankful you gave him that gift. “I hope it’s the first of many dates to come.” He smiles as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “I…guess I should be going…”
You look at him, not wanting him to go but knowing he probably should, and fighting with yourself over the feelings and emotions that are overtaking you.
Harry leans toward you, leaving a sweet, tender kiss on your lips, so gently you think you may have only dreamed it. As he pulls away, not wanting to push you more than he feels he may already be, your arms instinctively reach for his and pull him close to you, as you kiss him firmly, tasting him, wanting more. You open your lips, just enough to allow him to slip inside of them, catching the moan he leaves against your mouth. You linger in each other’s kiss for a long moment before separating, both of you breathing more rapidly than before. You lay your cheek against his and whisper against it.
Prince looked, well, the same as he had for the past day. Inconvenienced. Annoyed. Upset.
**24 hours earlier**
“Anxiety, have you seen Prince?”
Anxiety looked up from his notebook, filled with tons of notes on the care of marine plant life, to see Dad staring at him expectantly.
“No? Should I have seen him?”
It’s not like he had a tracker on the man.
“Well, no one knows where he is. He’s not in his room, we don’t think, and he’s not with Thomas. You’re our only other guess.”
Anxiety motioned around the commons, “Obviously he’s not here.”
Dad sighed, “Well, if you see him, tell him we’re looking for him.”
Anxiety didn’t see anyone for another two hours, and the next person he saw was Logic.
“Hey, have you seen Prince?”
“I already told Dad, no.”
He didn’t even bother looking up this time.
Only fifteen minutes later, the two children who always followed Dad around appeared.
“Hey, have you seen-”
“The Prince isn’t here, now go away!”
An hour later, and another person walked in.
“Before you ask, No, I don’t know where Prince is, now go away.”
“Well that’s odd, considering I was hiding in your room.”
Anxiety looked up in surprise and sure enough, there stood Prince in all his glimmering, smiling- wait.
“Who are you?”
The other looked at him odd.
“No, you definitely aren’t.”
There was no way this was Prince. Anyone looking that-that- that detached couldn’t be Prince!
“I think I know who I am, Anxiety.”
His tone of voice, low and dripping with sarcasm, shocked Anxiety.
What was going on?
Anxiety watched the other grab a book and sit down in the corner of the room, not even in a chair- he just sat on the floor, and hide his face behind it.
Anxiety looked back at his notes, shut the book, and walked over to the other.
The other hummed in acknowledgement.
“Is something wrong?”
“Are you sure?”
Anxiety backed away to the other side of the room.
He didn’t like this. At. All. Something was wrong, and may Mary Poppins lose her umbrella in her carpet bag if he was just going to sit around and watch his boyfriend behave like this.
So the plan began.
He began with dinner. He made Prince his favorite meal (spaghetti and meatballs) and even played the music from Lady and the Tramp. No reaction. He forced, yes Forced, the other sit down and watched Frozen with him, and he just leaned against the arm of the couch the whole time and didn’t pay attention. When it came time to sleep, he let Prince sleep in his bed (which he never let happen. They either slept in Prince’s bed or they slept in their own), but the royal butt just rolled over and fell asleep. The next morning he made the other pancakes, and even had his pesky blue bird wake him up by singing, but he waved the bird away and declined the pancakes.
Anxiety was at his witts end. He didn’t know what had caused the Prince’s foul mood, and nothing he did was fixing it. In a last ditch effort, he initiated a cuddle session, but the other had gently pushed him away and said he wasn’t feeling up to it.
Anxiety finally gave up and hugged the other as he tried leaving his bedroom. When he tried pushing Anxiety off, Anxiety only clung tighter to his waist.
“What are you doing, Anxiety?”
Anxiety looked at the other, but Prince looked, well, the same as he had for the past day. Inconvenienced. Annoyed. Upset.
“I just want to see you smile…” He mumbled into the other’s neck.
Nothing happened for a bit, but after a while Prince finally returned the hug, but not as tightly as Anxiety was used to.
“I’m sorry,” He apologized, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Well you did!”
He chuckled, and Anxiety pulled back in time to see, not quite a smile but not the frown that had graced the others lips for the past day.
“Seriously, what’s wrong, Prince? This isn’t like you.”
Prince stared at him for a moment or two before smirking.
Anxiety stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“True loves kiss always makes things better.”
Anxiety shook his head, but leaned in quickly. Prince obviously hadn’t actually expected him to comply, but Anxiety refused to see his beloved sad a moment longer.
The kiss was chaste, but it did the trick. When Anxiety pulled back the other was smiling.
“You will tell me eventually what’s bugging you right?”
So my plan for my weight loss is going to be to only eat meat once a day since my stomach can’t really digest meat that well, eat as minimum carbs as possible, and shovel vegetables down my throats! So here eat my meals I’ve planned to make for the week of 6/12-6\16 (will post pics up later tonight)
-½ cup of steel cut oats with 1 cup of coconut almond milk and a dash of cinnamon
- 2 kiwis and a cup of raspberries
- 1 cup of mango green tea
- I pre cut all my fruit and put it in tupaware and bring it to work this week it’s going to be watermelon and honeydew
-1 tomato cut up with half a cucumber
-steamed broccoli with low sodium spaghetti sauce with three turkey meatballs
- veggie burrito bowl
½ cup quinoa with a cup of cauliflower rice
Add siracha for flavor, bleach beans, bean sprouts, spinach, and in the morning cut up some fresh avacado!
All of this food equals out to about 1550 calories per day
Description: The Butterfly Effect is part of Chaos Theory. In short, it’s the idea that every decision you’ve made and will make, affects your future. Whether it be something as insignificant as what cereal you ate today, or if you decided to jump ship and move to a new country. Of course, that’s just atheory.
The little bell above the door rang as you stepped into the cool shop. Scooping up one of the red baskets stacked beside the door, you calmly made your way towards the frozen food, contemplating what you should cook for dinner. Hamburgers? Maybe spaghetti and meatballs? Garlic bread sounds good… You decided on spaghetti, meatballs, and garlic bread. Tossing a pack of frozen meatballs and a pack of cheese into your basket, you turned down the bread isle, you grabbed a bag of Italian bread and added that to the basket. Three isles over were noodles and spices. You picked two bags of different style noodles, and moved on to looking at the various spices for garlic powder before you called it a day and went home to make an actually dinner for the first time all week. “Forgetful, aren’t you?” The deep voice beside you asked, startling you out of your daze. Glancing over, you were met with the sight of a young man with intense eyes and odd white hair with an amused smile hanging lazily on his lips. “Sorry?” You scrunched your eyebrows, confused. “Your finger.” The man pointed down at the hand carrying your basket. “You tie a string around your finger. I do it too, my mom says I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” He lifted his free hand to show off the blue thread tried around his pointer finger. Looking down, you’d almost forget about the red string tied around your ring finger. “So, what was it you were supposed to remember?” He asked. Your confusion must have shown on your face, because he chuckled. “Forgot you weren’t supposed to forget, huh? It’s okay, happens to the best of us.” “I’m sure it does.” You replied, pretty over this conversation and now more focused on trying to remember what you forgot you were supposed to remember. Locating and tossing the garlic into your basket, you turned on your heel to wander further through the store, hoping it’d jog your memory. “Hey, do you believe in fate?” The man asked, speed walking to meet your pace. “I do, it’s a nice thought, that you don’t really have to do anything, that it’s already set for you. Kind of freeing, isn’t it?” “It can be, I suppose.” You said. “Or it could make you feel powerless; that everything you do is pointless because it’s already been decided for you.” “That’s why you have to look at the glass half full!” He exclaimed, only to be shush by an elderly lady in the same isle, annoyed at the young man’s outburst. “It takes the stress off in life! You can just go with the flow!” “Mhmm.” You hummed, not entertained. “Maybe it’s fate you met me.” He grinned, not deterred by you brushing his attempts at conversation off. “Maybe.” “I’m Taeyong.” He introduced himself, putting his hand out for you to shake. You barely glanced at his hand but you muttered your name back, making him grin. “Well nice to meet you. I have to run, but maybe we’ll run into each other again, yeah?” “Maybe.” “Cool.” Taeyong smiled, making to walk away. “Oh, and you’re probably forgetting toilet paper. I always do.” Glancing at the thread on your finger, you frowned, dammit he’s right.