still debating on whether i like this or not

The Signs When They Like Someone

NOTE: I cannot stress enough how important it is to take into account BOTH your Venus and sun, because they nature of those signs will influence whether or not you’re obvious in your flirting habits or not, so check them both 

Aries: When an Aries likes you, they’ll be quite bold about it, they’ll flirt openly but in a way that will still make you wonder whether they’re like that with everybody, or just you. Normally they’ll excuses for physical contact, even if it’s so much as touching your arm when you say something. They’ll try to debate with you, to see what you’re really like and will be quite impressed if you win. 

Taurus: When a Taurus likes you, you’ll it a lot in the eyes and the way they look at you. They’ll venture more out of their shell when they’re near you and will pay attention to your reactions to different things, they’ll try to make you laugh and will share their food with you, they’ll tell you about their aspirations and their goals. If you flirt with other people, don’t be surprised if Taurus gives that person a death stare. 

Gemini: When a Gemini likes you, they’ll really make an effort to form a mental connection with you. They’ll tell you about their ever growing ideas and even ask for your opinion on them. They’ll try to pull you out of your comfort zone to see what you’re like when you’re out of your depth. Pay attention to the topics they talk about, when with someone they like, they’ll try to find a common interest or common ground for you’s to build a conversation on and encourage bonding. 

Cancer: When a Cancer likes you, it really shows in their mannerisms. They’ll be incredibly polite and sweet without fault. They might seem shy and somewhat awkward when you’re talking to them, but only because they really don’t want to mess up, they don’t want anything to be miscommunicated between the two of you. Despite their soft demeanour, they will look out for you and protect you, whether you see it or not.

Leo: When a Leo likes you, they tend to be more charming than usual, they’ll compliment you on things you never even noticed about yourself, because these signs see all the beautiful things about others. Despite their seemingly unbreakable pride, your opinion on their ideas and such will impact them greatly and they’ll even try to do something to impress you alone rather than a group of people. 

Virgo: When a Virgo likes you, you’ll see it in the type of questions they ask you. They won’t just ask you what you like, they’ll ask why you like it. They like to thoroughly know the person who’s messing with their formerly organised emotions which can normally lead to confusion, people often think that they just want to be close friends. They may appear more nervous around you and will be very careful with the words they choose. 

Libra: When a Libra likes you, they’ll appear to admire you quite a lot, they like to give credit where it’s due and won’t be afraid to tell you when you’re looking good or even just good at something. Despite the fact that they’re the sign of fairness and justice, they’ll tend to put you on a pedestal. They’ll have an almost dreamy look in their eyes when looking at you and will listen intently to what you have to say. 

Scorpio: When a Scorpio likes you, it can be hard to tell because they’re very good at keeping it under wraps. Generally, they’ll listen to you when you speak - like really listen. They’ll be the type to make incredibly dirty jokes and discreetly aim them at you, making you wonder if they’re serious or not. They’ll look at your lips quite a lot. If someone else tries flirting with you or vice versa, Scorpio can be blunt with that person and like Taurus, will give the death stare. 

Sagittarius: When a Sagittarius likes you, they’ll pick your brain, they’ll want to know about your ideas and your own morale. They’ll share their own philosophies (depending on how close you are to them). They’ll encourage you to seize the day and even use this as an excuse to take you on a date that’s “not a date”. Although they’ll compliment you, they’ll have no problem making fun of you in a friendly way either, probably to get a reaction. 

Capricorn: When a Capricorn likes you, you may notice that they’ll get nervous around you or quieter. They don’t want to mess up or embarrass themselves so they try to reduce flirty interactions but the closer you are to them, the more flirty jokes you’ll get from them. They’ll be very polite and gentle at first but will then make slightly dirty jokes around you and hope you know they’re directed at you. They’ll ask you questions even if they’re not interested in the topic, just to keep talking to you. 

Aquarius: When an Aquarius likes you, they’ll try to challenge almost everything about you, they don’t fall for people much but when they do, they want to know what the other person is made of. They’ll be incredibly encouraging and motivating, even for the smallest things. They’ll pay attention to your little quirks and let you know how much they like them. They’ll really try to make you think. 

 Pisces: When a Pisces likes you, they’ll go out of their way to “conveniently bump into you”. They’ll make a lot of eye contact and communicate mostly through that. They’ll make almost and excuse to make physical contact. They’ll smirk at you from a distance but when face to face, won’t be as nonchalant. They may seem zoned out a lot of the time. They’ll ask you what’s wrong when they know and will guide you as best they can without coming across as patronising.

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

Matthias Helvar | Six of Crows

Nina | Inej | Kaz

So I am still working on the full lineup of all Six of the Crow kids together but Matthias was all done and he looked so perdy I felt like just throwing him up by himself. Also I got super melancholy working on him oh man. Poor kid. I debated a lot about whether to draw him with his long hair from the flashbacks or after it’s all been chopped off but I had to go with the latter. EDIT: Added his name. :)

I feel like the most confusing debate I’ve ever seen is whether you should take the time to be nice to customer service people. Like, yes? Always? I don’t care if it slows things down a tiny bit. I don’t care about that fraction of a second. Still do it. 

I know there are places where this isn’t the norm, but, I’m just gonna tell you straight: you’re wrong. 

I’ve worked in any number of jobs that have contact with the public, and there is a huge difference between the people who just say what they want and the people who first say hello - you know, like you’re an actual human - and then ask for what they want. One of those groups makes you feel like an automaton. The other makes you feel like a person.

But beyond that general concept, let me just tell you, genuinely nice people make all the difference. I once had a client rail at me for like ten minutes straight for something I had nothing to do with, had no control over, and could not possibly fix for him. I was ready to cry by the end of it. I was ready to quit by the end of it. I hung up the phone with him and decided I needed to take a walk before I started breaking shit, but before I could get out the door the phone rang again. Against my better judgment, I answered it, and I was so glad I did.

It wasn’t like the client who was calling was going to give me a million dollars or anything. It wasn’t like she was calling to ask how my day was going. She just needed a thing, and was calling to ask if I could help her with it. But she was so freaking nice that by the end of what couldn’t have been more than a two minute call, she’d undone so much of the damage he did.

Nice people are a balm against the shitty people. They can make all the difference in the world. So be the nice person that makes someone’s day a little better.

Taken for Granted (pt 2)

A/N: I’ll go back to texts in the next part, it just didn’t fit with this part. Want part 3?? LET ME KNOW!

P.s. probably won’t be too active till like next week.

Part 1


You had always been close to the guys…well at least six of them. You had worked as an intern at BigHit when the guys were trainees and eventually debuted. However, you moved onto a bigger and better job, but still managed to stay good friends with the group. You somehow ended up at JYP in hopes of being a manager one day. But you were still one of their treasured friends, and they valued your input towards the group.

You don’t know when the feelings started. Well to be completely honest, you didn’t even realize you had these feelings for Namjoon. But what Hoseok said was true. You were always shy around him, but somehow making him happy became important to you. You noticed all the subtle things about him and studied him like a book unconsciously. Before you knew it, you knew all the things he loved and all the things he resented.

But he became increasingly cold towards you. He never really treated you like the other boys, who were always open and friendly with you. And maybe that’s why you fell for him. Because you had to figure him out and he was always on your mind. He became your favorite puzzle to solve and once it was solved, it became your hobby making sure the puzzle stayed whole and beautiful.

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Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k


Originally posted by officialwookkibby



“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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UPDATE: Holy heck tree’s finally finished, whoop~ And thank goodness for it, I’m still debating whether I ought to resize the whole thing for better viewing. o.o;

New names are new bc I didn’t like the canon name for Amber and co. in the LEAST. Also, pleasant reminder to keep your hands off the fanbabies Flame and Plume, thank you. 

Canon-friendly tree here: Firestar Family Tree -Canon-

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They told us Eurus, Redbeard, and Sherlock were all the same person in TAB

Do you remember the part where Sherlock drags his friends to Ricoletti’s grave and we think it’s real, but it’s actually mind palace?

The grave stone says “Emelia Ricoletti, Beloved Sister”

Sherlock jumps in and starts panting like a dog. He shovels dirt with his hands, digging like a hound with paws.

Sherlock is all three people.

“My husband is three people”

The Final Problem makes sense only in subtext. Whether you think it’s John’s MP or Sherlock’s MP, that’s still up for debate. I’m officially siding with Sherlock’s because there are flashbacks to the waterfall scene from TAB in TFP, which means both of those episodes must have been experienced by the same character, and I don’t think it was John for both.

Sherlock DID have a friend named Victor Trevor, but his death happened much later in Sherlock’s life. Because of that Sherlock took to hard drugs as a young adult, not as a child. There are two separate deaths he combined together to create TFP.

Redbeard was an imaginary friend. Sherlock didn’t have friends, we know this. He wanted to be a pirate – Mycroft remembers and misses that carefree child.

So what changed Sherlock’s mind? Why did the cold, logical, calculating machine take over and get rid of Sherlock’s imaginary friend?

Mycroft. He kept calling Sherlock “a stupid little boy”, saying “you always were so stupid”. Sherlock even says Mycroft thought he was an idiot. Sherlock stopped being “stupid” and tried to emulate his big brother – the only person in his life that would tolerate him. He tried solving the Carl Powers case and boom! Sherlock Holmes the little detective was born. This is why Mycroft brought up Redbeard at the wedding – “Hey, don’t get involved, remember when you had to resort to imaginary friends like a pathetic little child?” makes a lot more sense than “Hey, don’t get involved, remember your dead friend Victor who disappeared because our secret sister killed him?”.

Eurus represents the crushing logic that destroys everything Sherlock loves.

Because it’s happened before. Twice we’ve seen Sherlock’s mind explain how Victor died, we just didn’t know it.

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I’m still laughing my ass off at Joker’s Unkempt Beauty trope entries because I swear to god I must have ghostwrote this or something

dear heartbreaker,
i’ve met someone else. he’s nothing like you. he’s all debates on whether tea or coffee is better, jazz music, clammy hands when he’s nervous and baseball caps. he’s nothing like you. he is fresh air seeping into my toxin filled lungs, which are all thanks to you. he’s nothing like you. I think that’s why i like him.

i’ve learned not to expect anything from men too early. they always seem to come up short on making spectacular impressions. we’re still at bashful sideways glances, flushed cheeks  and holding hands to fill the silence, and so far it has been enough. i remember when you and i went to the beach and i kissed you ankle-deep in ocean water. you tasted like salt and oranges and smoke, and i thought it was the most heavenly thing i’d ever tasted. maybe i was wrong. because lately i’ve been tasting spring rain and strawberries and something bubbly and it’s not as bittersweet as i thought it would be.


i don’t love him. it’s impossible for me to love him now, because you will still enter my mind more frequently than i’d like and leave my hands shaking. but i like the way his smile mixes my insides so i have to smile back, and the way his fingers brush lightly over mine when he wants to hold my hand. i don’t love him, but he makes me feel nervous and giddy, just the way early love should feel. i don’t love him, but i’m not sure if i still love you.


love,
not so heartbroken

—  letters i will never send #1
Tantalizing: 08

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: No Smut, Slight Angst
Word Count: 5,281
A/N: This is my last chapter from the series, and though it doesn’t have smut and it might not satisfy all readers, I do hope you enjoyed and continue to stick around after this fic to see the others I have in store. This was my first actual series/fic to write and start here on Tumblr, and I’m glad I had such great support for it!

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The most frustrating part of this whole trans bathroom debate is that the whole time it’s going on, I still have a bladder and bowels and have to go somewhere.

Like, this would be much more fun if it were purely theoretical and I could take a break, but every few hours I have to go make a political statement whether I like it or not.

More often if I have coffee.

Not That Bad

Originally posted by newtmqs

(A/N): Hello y'all, this is my first imagine and imma just warn you now, this real shitty, so I’m eternally sorry in advance haha. Other than that, enjoy!

Word count: 1,170

Summary: You’re one of Josie’s Pussycats and instead of attending at Cheryl’s party after performing at the dance, you head to Pop’s where you formally meet Jughead Jones for the first time.

Josie McCoy was one of your absolute best friends. When you first moved to Riverdale back in the third grade you became friends almost instantaneously. Her, Valerie and Melody had been singing No Scrubs by TLC when you first met. You were out on the playground looking for someone to play with when you heard them singing.  When you decided to take a little leap of faith and start singing with them - at least for an eight year old it was a leap of faith - you became inseparable.

    So inseparable that Josie wanted you to join her band, and after a long long few years of trying to convince you to join anytime the possibility of a band was brought up, you finally joined. When you did, you had a faint realization that now, you had an actual status and reputation to keep. Being one of the Pussycats™ automatically meant you were one of Riverdale High’s golden girls. I mean, your lead was the mayor’s daughter and one her closest friends was Cheryl Blossom, that meant there were a certain set of unspoken rules you had to follow. But did you follow those rules? Of course not.

    Which brings us to the night of the dance Cheryl was holding in honor of Jason. Of course you and the girls performed and hung out a little, but after the dance when Josie, Valerie and Melody decided to go to Cheryl’s party, you told them you were going to head home. On the way you stopped at Pop’s to get some food.

    You walked in and made your way to the counter, ordering a cheeseburger, onion rings, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. You looked around for an empty booth, which wasn’t hard, it was 10:15 no one was here. No one save for a boy with dark hair typing away at a laptop in front of him. You recognized him from your AP Creative Writing class, the Jones kid. You were 97% curious as to what he was writing about so you decided to make your way over to him.

    The clicking of your heels started as you walked away from the counter and stopped when you got to the boy’s table. You stood there for a second, contemplating what to say, and as you were about to open your mouth, you found that the Jones kid beat you to it.

    “Can I help you?” he said flatly. You froze, a little surprised he had spoken to you.

    After a moment’s hesitation you said “What are you writing about?”. You stood there for a few seconds before the boy answered.

    “This town,” he said. He could tell you were a little confused when he looked up at your face. “More specifically, the whole thing with Jason Blossom.”

    “Oh,” you stood for a few more seconds. “Mind if I sit?”

    “Sure,” he said shrugging. Things were quiet after you sat down. Like, painfully-awkward-silence type quiet. The boy across from you continued to type as if you weren’t there until your food came. He looked down at everything you ordered. You gonna eat all of that?” he asked you, an eyebrow quirked up.

    “Most definitely.” you stated. The corners of his mouth turned up a little as you took a big bite of your burger before he went back to typing. “Jughead, right?” you asked. He nodded. “(y/n)” you introduced yourself with a mouth full of burger.

    “I know,” he said, not looking up from his laptop. “We’re in the same-”

    “Creative Writing class, I know.”

    “Yeah, and you’re the newest addition to Josie the Pussycats.” he stated. “Which makes me curious as to why you’re talking to me. Not to be rude or anything, but don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

    That caught you off guard. You didn’t know what to say for a second. “There are a,” you paused. “Certain set of rules I should be following, but the rules were never formally spoken out loud so to answer your question, no, I don’t have a reputation to uphold.” Jughead just shook his head, the ghost of smirk on his face. “So, tell me more about the ‘whole thing with Jason Blossom’ you’re writing about.” you said.

    He raised a dark eyebrow at you before asking you “What do you think happened to Jason Blossom that morning of July 4th?”

    “Well, Cheryl said he drowned right?” you asked him, popping a fry covered in vanilla milkshake into your mouth. “Guess he drowned.” you stated simply.

    “Common, he was the captain of the water polo team, he can’t just drown.”

    “True, but” you say pointing a fry at him. “He could’ve gotten caught in something under the water, or hit his head or something, you never know.”

    “I guess you’re right,” he said. “But i still think it’s foul play, just my opinion. Things like this just don’t happen here.”

    The rest of the night was spent talking about what really happened to Jason Blossom and debating whether or not you could get diabetes if you ordered more food. That is until Archie walked in. You immediately recognized him from last year when Josie’s mom ran for mayor, he had helped you guys campaign.

    Archie saw the two of you and he walked over, sat down, and had a small conversation with Jughead, he bid the both of you good night and threw a small smile your way. Once he left you looked at Jughead with a questioning look to which he shook his head as if to say “don’t ask”.  

    After an awkward silence you could no longer stand, you broke the silence with “Yeah, no, I don’t care if this food gives me diabetes and clogged arteries, I’m ordering some more to go.” you stated as you got up and went to the counter, ordering the same thing you had ordered when you came in. After you ordered you made your way back to the booth and sat down again.

    “So,” you said awkwardly.

    “So,” the strange boy across from you said.

    “Thank for letting me sit with you and stuff.”

    A small barely noticeable smile appeared on Jughead’s face. “Well thanks for being good company.” he paused. “And stuff.”

    “I was good company?” you asked, slightly proud of yourself.

    Jughead shrugged. “Not too bad for your first try.”

    You smiled at him. “Well maybe we could do this again, it was…” you took a second to search for the right word. “Interesting.”

    “A second try wouldn’t be too bad.” he said looking up at you. “Why not?” he said.

    You smiled at him one more time before your take out bag was dropped off. You thanked the waitress and got up from your seat and headed for the exit. “Night Jones.” you said as you left.

    “Night.” he whispered with a small smile as watched your now retreating form walk down the street. The only thought on his mind being maybe not all people are that bad.

My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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“I’m dead dear, not stupid.”

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1425


Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.

You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”

“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you. 

You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”

“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.

You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.

It wasn’t long until she arrived.

Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.

“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.

“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.

To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.

“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.

“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.

“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.

You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival. 

“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.

“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.

“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.

Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.

He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face. 

For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”

James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.

James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”

“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.

“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.

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You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now. 

Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”

“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.

James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.

“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out. 

James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”

“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.

………….

- I’m still debating whether or not I want to write a part two with some nsfw (; I’ll let my readers decide!

Her shoelaces were tucked into her sneakers, they weren’t tied, they weren’t knotted, they were tucked in, securely pushed inside of Betty’s white cheerleading sneakers.

Something was very wrong with Betty Cooper and Jughead had the shoelaces to prove it.

That was Betty’s thing, her one and only tell, when something was wrong she opted out of tying her shoes, choosing instead to securely tuck them inside the front, she had been doing this for as long as Jughead could remember and he had caught it when they were six years old, after a particularly brutal fight with her mother.
He could remember that day pretty vividly

Six year old Betty Cooper came flying into home room, her eyes frantic as she let out a heavy sigh before dropping into the seat beside Jughead, her long blonde pigtails touching the top of her desk. The ever observant, dark haired boy glanced down at her tiny pink sneakers, surprised to see her shoelaces tucked inside.

“Bets.. I think you tied your shoes inside out.” He said, a concerned eyebrow raised.

With red rimmed eyes the beautiful blonde princess turned to him, a sad smile on her lips

“They’re just shoelaces juggie”

That was the start and finish of the conversation, by the end of the period she was bouncing through the halls beside Archie and Jughead, only a ghost of sadness still on her eyes.
But it didn’t stop there, it stayed like that for years, Jughead knew every single time Betty was having a particularly bad day, all he had to do was look down.

So that brought him back to today, Betty was bouncing her knee under the booth at Pops, her fingers anxiously tapping on her notebook, he could tell her mind was somewhere else but it was only confirmed when he bent under the table to retrieve a stray pen.

“You okay?” He said softly, his eyes searching hers.

Betty looked up surprised
“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” She pasted on the phoniest smile Jughead had ever seen and after raising an accusing brow, Betty deflated slightly.

“I’m just having a bad day is all, a lot on my mind.” She said it quietly, always afraid to put it in the air, afraid people would hear, that they would judge her for not being happy.

“Penny for your thoughts” the aspiring author, shut his laptop and slid his fries towards her. Betty smiled weakly, declining his offer before taking a deep breath and pausing a few seconds, debating whether or not to speak.

“I’ll never be good enough will I?” She said finally, her eyes glancing out the window.

“What?” Jughead asked, his eyes widening, he had heard her loud and clear but there was no way it could be true, that she could ever think…

“I’m just no good. I’m not good enough for my parents, they have Polly and with her going off to college, it seems like I can’t do anything right, I’ll never be as good as her. And even though I’m happy Archie found Veronica, it still stings.. he looked right at me that night of the dance and told me he could never feel the same way.. he could never love me.even Kevin’s dropped me for Veronica. When is it my turn to be loved? Why can’t someone want me?” Her eyes were filled with tears when she finally glanced up, misty green meeting stormy blue.

Now was his chance, he could tell her everything he had always wanted to say. Tell her he loved her, that she was everything to him, she was more than enough. He could take her in his arms right there in that tiny booth and kiss her until every insecurity disappeared. But he didn’t, he simply dropped his sweaty palms to his knees and stuttered

“Betty.. I..”

Suddenly Betty’s phone was ringing, it was Veronica, they had a late night cheerleading practice. Betty grabbed her books and stood from the booth

“Geez, I’m so sorry for unloading all of that onto you, I’m just being dramatic.. you know me” She rolled her eyes, tear tracks still on her cheeks “I’ll see you tommorow?” She asked, standing outside the booth, just as she went to walk away Jughead grabbed her arm.

“Betty..”

She turned towards him, something different in her eyes as she looked up at him with flushed pink cheeks.

“I… you’re shoelaces are tied wrong” he finished lamely, mentally punching himself in the face.

Betty smiled sadly just like she had all those years ago, before turning away from him with a shaky voice

“They’re just shoelaces juggie.”

And then she was gone, leaving nothing but the idiotic boy behind her, kicking himself as he dropped his head to the metal booth in the center of the diner. He was gonna make this this right, he was gonna show her that she was loved more than she could even imagine.

That was his original plan as he stood outside Riverdale high two hours later, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he took in the cool night air, he felt his heart quicken when Betty walked out the front doors, Veronica’s arm slung around her. The raven haired heiress glanced in Jughead direction before whispering something in Betty’s war to make her blush as she headed the other way.

Betty smiled as she made her way towards Jughead
“Here to walk me home? Or are you just nervous because of my little breakdown in the diner earlier? I promise Juggie, I’m perfectly capable of getting home on my own.” She laughed.

Jughead gripped her hand, taking them both by surprise, spurred on by the feeling of her hand in his he felt his confidence peak slightly.

“I know you’re capable, but isn’t this what people like us, who have been through what we have.. do?” He trailed off, catching her eyes as she looked up.

“What?” Betty asked, throughly confused.

Turning his body to hers, Jughead grabbed both of her hands in his

“We’ve both been hurt by people we love, we’ve both been left standing alone and watching as they walk away. I know first hand how it feels to feel unlovable but… Betty you’re not. You could never be unlovable.” He said softly.

“What are you saying Jughead?” Betty’s eyes held hope and a lightness he hadn’t seen from her in ages along with something else

Taking her cheek in his palm, Jughead smiled shyly

“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered, choking on her name.

He watched nervously as her expression shifted from hopeful to absolute joy.

“Jughead jones, I love you”

They both seemed to move together like a magnet, his lips drawing into hers as he drank her up like she was the last drop of water on earth, her fingers stroking his jaw as his traced her neck.

Maybe they had lost something the day the people they loved walked away, but standing in each other’s embrace on a barren sidewalk, Betty’s shoelaces tucked into her sneakers and jugheads beanie, snug on his head they couldn’t help but think, maybe love was worth the wait.

Where She Went (Part 2)

[PART ONE]

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.

warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.

word count: 6,459

a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!! 


“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”

Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.

“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Where Family Is || Taehyung || Oneshot

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Word Count: 3584

Genre: angst, based loosely on the Spring Day mv and hyyh mv’s, tw; suicide, depression, abuse, alcoholic

Summary: Warm days will come after the winter storms…


The chug of the train had long left the area and silence had settled over the train station. The frozen branches hung over the stained tracks like gargoyles, protecting the spot and watching those who come by it with a wicked eye. The body had long been moved and now a young man sat at the train station, his feet placed heavily against the white snow, his arms resting against his thighs as he leaned forward and his fingers hooked to each other. Once in a while, this young man would stand, wrap his arms around a column and lean his cheek against it before leaving the wood post and hopping onto the ground. He would sit on the tracks and run his fingers absentmindedly over the rusted and blood-stained rails. He had been in this state for several weeks and he hadn’t left his post. He didn’t want to eat or sleep—in fact, he found that he couldn’t. He didn’t need to.  

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