tell the truth now

Well that was unexpected
Sort of
That wasn’t supposed to happen
Not again
That wasn’t the plan
What is it about you that sends me into a head spin?
What is it with us?
It’s like we’re magnets, stuck together and drawn to one another no matter the distance
No matter the words we’ve exchanged when our eyes betray us and our desire is tangible
Skin burning up as we let our blood rush and blush below, every gentle caress electrifying the atmosphere
Fingers interlocking as the sun sets the room alight and we weave our bodies closer, holding onto the moment
Eyes drowning in each others, sending sparks and stealing the air from my lungs as we linger for too long, betraying us
Lips desperate and raw, full of desire and passion as we let ourselves go, our lips now begin, to tell the truth
And now I can’t stop smiling, this grin infecting me down to my very bones
Euphoria and blinding glee overflow from my lips as a laugh tumbles out, my fingers lingering where your lips touched mine
Memories drown my thoughts, flowing into my bloodstream and infect everything with glitter and gold
—  the-writers-owl 
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3. RESOLVE AND GRIEF

From here, we’ll make our way to Goron City. Then, we’ll need some adjustments on that Divine Beast so Daruk can manage it as easily as possible. He’s figured out how to get it to move… However, it’s apparent that we still have much more to learn. But to think, that Divine Beast was actually built by people… That means we should be able to understand how it works and how to use it to our advantage. These Divine Beasts… so much we don’t know… But if we want to turn back the Calamity Ganon, they’re our best hope. Tell me the truth… How proficient are you right now, wielding that sword on your back? Legend says that an ancient voice resonates inside it. Can you hear it yet… Hero?

10 Abusive Men’s conversational tactics every woman should be aware of:

1. Domination of conversation - at any cost

It simply doesn’t matter what it takes - making up a story, repeating the same issue over and over again, increasing the volume of his voice, calling you out on unrelated-unreal issues, taking on a threatening pose to get your attention, getting angry if you don’t carefully listen to what he has to say, throwing a tantrum, accusing you of talking too much, beating down your words, I have even seen abusive men cause fights because they wanted to dominate a conversation with a woman. Last time I tried to talk to a woman, while abusive man was standing next to her, he actually physically dragged her away, just so she wouldn’t be able to get my attention, because I refused to give it to him instead. In their minds, this is reasonable, because they feel we owe them that much, and if we refuse to make them the center of attention, it’s aggression on our part, and any action to beat us down to submission is acceptable and “nothing else should be expected of him”.

2. “What I have to say is important at the moment - every moment.”

You were trying to tell a story? He immediately comes up with a vaguely related story that happened to someone he knew that is somehow suddenly more relevant than what you wanted to say. You were trying to prove a point? He’s going to prove a different point. You have a problem that bothers you? His much smaller problem is bothering him much more, to the point where you have to feel bad for bringing your problem up in the first place. You have an achivement you’re proud of? Wait until you hear what he has done at some point in time that right now feels more relevant to him. In his mind, what you have to say simply doesn’t matter and it’s on him to figure out how to slowly bring that down to you, so you’d finally shut up and accept that his confidence is to be worshipped, yours beaten down.

3. Personal attack

Focus will be on you only if it makes you look bad. If you dared to insist that you’re heard and given a basic bit of attention, or, heavens forbid, said something that goes against his opinions and actions, you will immediately find yourself under a personal attack. You’ll be called out on things that have nothing to do with the subject. You will be deemed unfit to even speak about issues that matter to you. Suddenly, even the issues that you have personal experience and endless statistical data and proof, are not yours to speak of because “he knows better”. You’ll be called slurs, humiliated, discredited, all your knowledge of the subject will be perceived as “silly” and “wrong”, not to mention you’re a horrible person for daring to speak your mind on the subject. The point of personal attack is to make you look bad, but you’re not supposed to notice how it makes him look way worse, you’re supposed to feel rightfully called out and humbled, and fail to notice how your basic human right of speech is being trampled on, how you’re being silenced and hurt by emotional and psychological abuse by a man who found himself threatened by truth you pointed out.

4. Double Standards

“I’m a man” is an excuse not to listen, not to sympathize, not to offer compassion, not to take responsibility for his actions, not to bother with “woman logic”, not to question the consequences of his actions, not to feel guilty for indulging in primarily male behaviour that harms women but is excusable because “all men do it”. “You’re a woman” is an excuse to hold you responsible for men’s actions, and obliged to please men, to maintain your social value and appearance up to certain standards, to fulfill all male expectations and fantasies and ideas about what you should be, otherwise what good you are for? And even if you do all that, you’ll end up reduced to a slur and disposed of whenever it pleases a man to do just that. And don’t be surprised, what did you expect? They’re men.

5. Social Truth

Logic, statistics, experiences, facts, consequences and practical knowledge all have zero value before men’s social perception of what’s going on. Men have already decided that it’s them who’s suffering the worst. They’ve already decided they’re the one who need better treatment and more privileges and liberation from oppression. Men have affirmed this with each other, they’ve agreed amongst themselves that women are oppressive, bother them too much, ask for too much, don’t give them enough, don’t do enough for them. How could women expect for their issues to be taken seriously when men don’t feel like they’ve done enough for them? Men will offer you countless examples where he was expecting something from a woman and she didn’t fulfil it, so how dare she imply she could be the one who’s oppressed? How dare any woman claim anything about her life, her body, her experiences, her problems? Men have already agreed they know better, they feel confident about it because his friends and male relatives and co-workers and bosses and acquaintances will all confirm to him he’s exactly right, he’s telling the truth, how could some miser woman now claim differently? She must be stupid. Truth commonly accepted among men will ignore all evidence, all male privilege, all objective truth, all statistics, all proof. They don’t examine it critically more than “is this going in our favour” and that’s all they need to yell it from rooftops, to violently shut down every woman’s voice claiming differently, speaking from different perspective. They have support. They have backup. Countless men will agree with them. It’s all they need. Truth doesn’t matter.

6. What they don’t consider lying

Nothing is lying. If a lie needs to be told in order for a man to get something out of a woman he otherwise wouldn’t get - it’s considered fair play, in his mind. How could you blame him? After all, if he didn’t lie, he wouldn’t get what he wanted? Isn’t this how all people do things? Isn’t it a way of life? How could you expect him to tell the truth when it wasn’t going in his favour? He won’t even feel guilty. But instead, if you don’t react to his lie the way you should have - in his mind - then you are the bad one. How could you not believe his word, give him your full trust and obedience and perfect reactions he so deeply deserves? How could you even consider that he would lie to you? You don’t know what’s real, you can’t act like he’s lying when you don’t even know if he is. He is excused in saying any lie at all, but you aren’t allowed to doubt it, otherwise how will he get what he wanted and feel completely free of guilt while doing it? You should enable that much to a man, to lie and get away with it, get all he wants, and to feel like a genius for tricking everyone in such a cunning way. Oh, and you shouldn’t feel cheated and lied to because, you know, it wasn’t personal, it was just so he could get what he wants, you weren’t a person to him in this entire scheme, just a prop, you should feel stupid for falling for it, but you know, it’s his win.

7. “I’m reasonable” voice tone

All your passion and emotions that get out of you while you speak that would normally be a proof of how important and valuable talking about this issue is to you, yet he decides to perceive as you obviously spouting nonsense from being too emotional. Does he know you’re telling the truth? Of course he does. Does he know how being invalidated and accused of being “too emotional” and “hysterical” hurts you? Of course he does. Does he care? No. All he wants from you in that moment is to adapt to perspective that benefits him, rather than the one you’re presenting - you know, the one that actually expresses what’s going on and leads to acknowledgment and resolving of your problems. He isn’t interested in you being in less pain or you speaking out the truth, or you struggling less or you bringing to light how much you’re struggling with. Be reasonable. Adapt male perspective. See yourself how men see you. Quit having your own perspective, you know that’s not reasonable. Quit showing emotions about an issue that is of a big personal value to you. Look at me. I’m reasonable. You mean nothing to me. Your struggles mean nothing to me. Be like that. Don’t mean anything to yourself. Be only a benefit to me. Then you too can pretend all your issues are made up. After all your pain means nothing in comparison to benefits we get from it. It’s easy to speak with “I’m reasonable” voice and straight, emotionless face while talking about an issue that doesn’t affect you whatsoever, and you don’t care about the one who is affected, and benefit from what they’re suffering from.

8. “How can you call me out when there’s worse men”

You should be grateful he isn’t worse. He could do worse. He knows he could. He saw other men doing much worse, and thought to himself “damn, I’m nice, this is how things are done when women don’t listen” instead of, you know, intervening and saving someone from abuse like a decent person would do. He saw how cruel men are in other parts of the world. He made sure to remember it and inform women what they could expect from worse men, to remind them to be grateful that he, a nice man, isn’t like that. Now, if you’re going to call anyone out, you should first make sure to call out every guy who is worse, otherwise how is this fair towards him? If a guy who did worse isn’t called out, but he, the “nice” guy is, that is the greatest injustice ever done to mankind, and he will feel hurt and things will be unfair for him. What about you, you ask? What about him hurting you that caused you to call him out in the first place? Oh what’s fair to you doesn’t matter, you are the one who needs to make the world fair for him, or, you know, he might get worse, and it will be entirely your fault, since you didn’t arrange the world to be absolutely and completely fair towards him.

9. “I decide how you should react/your reaction is a provocation.”

Your behaviour is decided by his rules, and every single emotion, thought and action you make should only be made in his convenience. It lies on the premise that only he gets to be a human being and show his emotions freely and react the way he wants, you unfortunately, do not get the human privileges, if you react the humane way - get upset when you’re hurt, get angry when things are unfair and infuriating, point out double standards, argue and demand that your word matters too, want to have your feeling acknowledged or even argue that you have a say in how you should be treated - you’ve overstepped, and suddenly you are all wrong and whatever he does to you in return is what you deserved by provoking him. That’s, right, you being a human being is a provocation, it’s a dangerous straying from the object you’re supposed to be - that you are in his eyes, and you have to be “shown your place”, because after all, his convenience is more important than your life, and you’re only there to obey him and make him feel good about himself. Even while he’s hurting you. Even while he’s using you. Even while you’re reduced to a less than a human being.  

10. “You haven’t considered this issue from my perspective enough”

After all, you should look at things from his perspective. But you do. There’s never been a moment you didn’t consider his perspective. Just as there’s never been a moment he has considered yours. And the mere idea of taking a moment to consider your perspective - if he’s even aware that you can have one, and that your words aren’t just there to be crushed until he gets his way - is offensive and crazy to him. Instead, you get called out for not seeing things his way enough. As if you’re the one who is inconsiderate and refusing to acknowledge that he is just a human and that you can’t expect that much from him. But you’ve never forgotten that he’s a human. And you never expected that much, just to not be continually hurt and used by him, and to be treated like a valued human being. But suddenly this is too much? Too much to expect from a fellow human being? Isn’t it a lot like he’s forgotten you’re a human being, and calling you out on something that he actually did? Cruel hypocrisy that he doesn’t even seem to notice because it’s so natural and normal to him to call you out for his own wrongdoings, and to attack you if you’re not willing to obediently take blame.

@women: If a man is talking in this fashion he will get worse, not better. Ditch him at any cost.

@men: this was a list of abusive behaviour, if you don’t do any of these, there’s no reason for you to feel called out, if you do feel called out, I have bad news for you.

it’s easy to take off your clothes,
you wanna know what’s real?
the things you wouldn’t say out loud,
the things you’ve been meaning to tell me,
the things that I’ve always wanted to tell you,
the things I would never tell you,
the things keeping my throat crowd,
the things that keep us up at night,
the thing we’ve been dying to let out–
your summer dress still spells out my name,
but we’ve been thinning the truth
for so long that now? we can’t
tell the difference between honest people
and honest liars and it’s a shame–
we used to believe in each other,
but now we believe in nothing

Avengers Assemble, 3x26
  • Steve: Tony, you've been the best friend I've had since, well, maybe ever.
  • Tony: I like to think I work best alone, Cap. But the truth is, I'm better because you're my friend.
Six Weeks (M)

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Word Count: 4.8k

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Warning(s): Sexting, Masturbation, other smutty stuff

Based off the drabble game request: “God, you smell so good”

A/N: I hope this keeps you guys entertained while I work on La douleur exquise! Please be patient with me on that since school is starting tomorrow for me ufgisbdks. Also thank you @jiminniemouse for proofreading this and not judging me on my pervy mind. Enjoy!

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antishrug  asked:

please im begging you do the i love you prompt 24. for msr. "without really meaning it"

In Catholic Church, they’d told her lying was a sin worth six Hail Marys. But now, now she is the one who commands that others fall to their knees. Hands up. I’m armed.

She decides to test it out, just to see how it tastes. The love thing. The lying thing. He’s different than They’d said. Smarter. Unexpectedly kind in a way that makes her suspect it is bone deep, like you’d have to break it out of him. She is not cruel, but she has always loved a challenge. Loved memorizing the way bones grow back after they’re shattered.

She tells him at a gas station, leaned back against a blue car that has seen too much sun and bites at her skin. They are on their way to Paris, Texas and his stupid manila file had said something about killer cows. Three months ago she’d let him fuck her on his couch, which was part of the plan, and now she’s telling him this, which isn’t.

“I love you, you know.”

She hopes he doesn’t. They’ve known each other thirteen months. Two weeks ago she’d told him she had a date and had come back smelling like cigarettes and there’d been no jealousy, no anger in the way he held her hips that night.

He spills gas all over the cement, his eyes flicking up to hers. Oh, she thinks. Oh, god. She looks at the gas as the sharp sweet smell hits her. It leaks towards her shoes. He smiles, worries his lip for a moment then lets it out in full. He smiles. At a gas station outside Paris, Texas. As a kid she’d liked romance novels. She’d been a stickler for a happy ending.

She watches the gasoline spill. Thinks: Oh, now you’ve done it. She wishes for a cigarette. Wishes to drop an ash, a match, a spark and boom, all up in smoke.

He says “Scully” in that soft, pleading way she’s used to hearing from the opposite side of his bed or the desk in his office. She hates that it means something more than what she is. The way he says her name is a whole different lifetime strung up in syllables. He says it again, shaking his head like he can’t believe her (but he smiles, smiles) as he hangs up the gas nozzle. And then he kisses her soft (softer than ever before in this three month one night stand) against the biting blue car. She keeps her hands at her sides so as not to feel the sureness in him. But he is kind, bone-deep, unbreakably so, and so he does not say it back. If she loved him, she thinks, that would be a reason for it. If.

It was just an experiment, she tells herself as she pushes him gently away, spews some nonsense about being on a case and lets herself blush in a way she hopes he thinks is from some positive emotion. Just an experiment. She has always been curious. She will not say it again.

A year later, and she is remembering what her mother used to say about cats and curiosity, and she is thinking death would be a nice alternative to the inhuman stasis in which she’d found herself. A year in which she’d begun responding to Their questions about him with an uncanny defensiveness. Defense. When she’s the enemy. A year in which they’d taken her, just for the thrill of it, and when she’d come back to him her body had learned the nature of its owner and betrayed her. When she’d opened her eyes in the hospital, she could still feel the phantom touch of him holding her hand. She’d curled her fingers around the feeling like a stolen thing.

And then, weeks later, panicking with him above her on his couch (Oh my god, what did they do to me, crying. And his voice like a mantra: You’re okay, okay, okay) and somehow still falling asleep, fully clothed, in his arms. Three months of one night stands becoming a year of mornings. Sometimes she wakes up in his bed and he follows her like a puppy into the bathroom while she brushes her teeth. With him leaning against the door frame, talking about solipsism, and her foaming at the mouth, the only face she ever recognizes in the mirror is his.

Did you still tell a lie if now it’s the truth? Transfiguration, transmutation, genetic mutation. Adaptation. No, strike that. This is no longer about survival. She’d like to ask her priest about old lies. She has so much to confess.

“I love you,” she tells him, but just once, just once for real this time because, goddamn it, he’s gone and made her a fucking believer. Just once, because it is so much harder to watch him smile, to watch the kind, unbroken bones of his ribs rise and fall under her fingers, and tell him the truth. The truth which is that she loves, loves, loves him. The truth which is that he should not love her. The truth which is that she should leave him but she can’t and that’s not because she loves him at all.

The truth which is that in Med school, she’d never quite gotten past the improbability that skeletons could be repaired after they’d been broken.

“Love you, Scully,” he says, smile unmoving as he drifts off to sleep. Whole lifetimes strung up in syllables. Kind, unbreakable ribs expand slowly. Love you, he says, and means it. And she breaks her own heart, her own arm, her own legs so she can’t leave him. She cannot fathom how she’ll ever fit herself back together.

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'Once Upon a Time' Star Jennifer Morrison on Emma's Discovery
Warning: This story contains major spoilers from Sunday’s episode of Once Upon a Time. Read at your own risk! Emma inadvertently uncovered the truth about Hook’s past during Sunday&#821…

Warning: This story contains major spoilers from Sunday’s episode of Once Upon a Time. Read at your own risk!

Emma inadvertently uncovered the truth about Hook’s past during Sunday’s episode of Once Upon a Time — and the future does not look good for the couple.

During the hour, Emma (Jennifer Morrison) came upon Hook (Colin O’Donoghue) reliving the memory of killing David’s (Josh Dallas) father in the dream catcher, which he planned to burn, thus discovering the truth about Hook’s past. Emma hands back the engagement ring, but not for the reason viewers probably think.

“Emma’s reaction to Hook killing [Charming’s] father obviously isn’t good,” Morrison tells EW. “No one wants to find that out, but we do know that, like so many other characters on the show, he was a villain at some point and has been redeemed. A lot of time has passed and he’s a different person than he once was, so it isn’t shocking that there is something dark in his past. It’s just the way that it’s revealed to her that’s frustrating because she figures it out without him telling her. She wishes that he had come to her right away with it, and that’s part of what’s interesting about dealing with this dynamic now is that the stakes are high — they’re living together and they’ve been together for a long time.”

“It’s that issue of trust and trying to figure out how to work through that as a couple,” Morrison continues, “because he’s withholding that information not because he’s never going to tell her, but because it’s hard to tell her. She’s frustrated because she happens to get the information first, so it feels like a lie because a secret feels like a lie, so it becomes the nuances of a relationship — the frustrations and little fights that come out of things like that.”

Suffice it to say, Emma and Hook’s relationship hangs in the balance, especially when it looks like he’s disappeared. Hook planned to skip town with Nemo (Faran Tahir), running away from his problems, but with a push from Snow (Ginnifer Goodwin), he decided last minute not to leave. Unfortunately, Gideon (Giles Matthey) banishes Hook, leaving Emma to believe Hook actually has run away from their relationship.

“I think she knows that she and Hook could survive the reveal of what happens as a couple because she believes in her family,” Morrison says. “She believes that they’re forgiving people that will see that he has changed and he has grown and that this is something we can all work through. However, she doesn’t know why he’s disappeared. In her mind, he’s left because of this fight, which feels like a big betrayal because she’s thinking, ‘We’ve had arguments, we’ve had fights, we’ve had disagreements before, why would you just leave and not come back?’ The flip side of that though is that she does have her ‘superpower,’ which is telling her something’s not quite right.”

Now that Emma knows the truth, however, there will be some apprehension as to whether to tell Snow and David. “A little bit, but she does really believe in her parents and their goodness and their ability to forgive,” Morrison says. “So she knows it’s not going to be easy to hear, but she’s also ready to walk through whatever it looks like to try to come to terms with it all together.”

Read our postmortem with Lana Parrilla and the OUAT bosses about that surprise happy ending here.

Giggle Shots

Newt Scamander x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1156

Warnings: Mild language, kissing, implied smut, possible incorrect HP info??

Request: @vivere-citta 11, 30 and 32 with Newt. I’m sorry, I just love him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Please tag me whenever you get it posted (no rush, take as long as you need)

11: “just tAKE THE JACKET!”

30: “C-can you hold my hand?”

32: “HOLD MY HAND GODDAMIT!”

A/N: I loved writing this one and I’m not sure whether this was out of character or not. I just thought the Giggle Shots would give me more room to make Newt more outgoing and weird. I really liked this one and I hope you do too. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect in the context of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts, I’ve only recently started reading HP and have only seen Fantastic Beasts once. Enjoy!


You walked out of the bar in silence. Newt bid Tina farewell and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and waved goodbye. Newt ran back to your side. He had just thrown down three shots of giggle juice.

Newt was more clumsy in his step, one foot swinging in front of another. He hiccuped and giggled.

“What?” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Newt smiled wildly at you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

You blushed and kept walking. Newt ran to catch up with you. You hadn’t had giggle juice because you knew what it did it to you. You lost all control and were impractical. So you only stared at Newt with what you managed, an unamused face.

Newt swung his arms behind you and put his head on your shoulder. He kissed your warm cheeks and watched with wonder as his breath frosted in the air. “You are amazing (Y/N). You are so pretty. Like starlight. You are so funny. You always make me laugh.”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed pushing him off.

Newt was supposed to be walking you back to your apartment, but it seemed that you would have to take him back to his apartment. Or rather his suitcase. Which he left at your apartment. You made him promise not to bring it. He had frowned at you and insisted on bringing his bowtruckle which was still quite clingy.

He petted the bowtruckles head with his thumb and smiled at it in his pocket.

You breathed out, a stream of frosted air blowing in front of your face. You rubbed your arms and blew warm air into your hands, trying to regain feeling. “Remind me again why we can’t Apparate?” you asked him.

He smiled and spun around, throwing his arms out at his sides. He opened his mouth and caught a snowflake on his tongue. He smiled. Satisfied. “Because I love it out here. It’s so beautiful. Also, I’m out of floo powder.” he laughed.

“I might freeze to death by the time we get there.”

“(Y/N),” Newt said, stopping. He pulled his dark peacock coat, careful of the bowtruckle. He began to lay it over your shoulders.

You pushed him off and walked farther ahead. “No, I don’t want your jacket.”

Newt sighed then laughed terribly loud. A laugh like Grindelwald’s. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)! You are playing hard to get!” he shouted, overcome with giggles.

“No, I’m not.” you lied.

He laughed louder and took a bounding step forward. “I know I’m delusional right now, but I’m telling the truth! Don’t think I’m stupid!”

“I never said you were.”

“You called me an adorable idiot.”

“Idiot none of the less.” you laughed.

Newt laughed uncontrollably. You had thought the giggle juice shots had worn off now, that or it was just Newt now. “Why don’t you loosen up, (Y/N)? Have some giggle juice and just let loose-ha-that rhymed.” you shook your head and looked at the ground. This was the longest walk home ever. “Hey! Hey!” you slugged your shoulder, “You remember that time you drank so many giggle shots that you jumped on the bar and started doing the Erumpent mating dance! It was adorable!”

“You taught me that dance!” you said defensively. “That was a mistake and I don’t drink giggle shots anymore.”

“Then why’d ya come to the bar with Tina and I?”

You sighed and turned around, stopping in front of him. “Because, Newt I wanted to be with you. I honestly wanted to make sure nothing went down between you and Tina. I don’t want the chance of getting my heart broken. You are probably too drunk to remember this, but yeah, Newt, I like you. I like you a lot. Erumpent mating dance a lot.” you laughed.

Newt smiled and reached for your hand as you began walking again. “C-can you hold my hand?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Newt’s was approaching yours. You stared at it tentatively.

“HOLD MY HAND GODDAMMIT!” Newt yelled in your ear, snatching your hand into his. You were taken by surprise. The two of you burst out laughing as you interlaced Newt’s warm soft hands into yours.

He half smiled. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just really wanted to hold your hand.” he laughed and smiled innocently.

“I could tell.” you smiled.

Your hands swung between each other.

“Are you still drunk on giggle shots?” you asked Newt.

He smirked and you knew, as his head slanted to the side like usual, a curl falling over of his eyes. You reached up to fix. Your hands touched. The two of you smiled.

Newt dropped his hand back to his side.

You stepped a little closer to Newt and rubbed your free hand on your leg, then blew onto it. “(Y/N),” Newt said softly.

He repeated the motion earlier. Breaking away from you and pulling his jacket back off and offering it to you.

You gave him the same answer and matched the tilt of his head and smiled, saying “No.”

“just tAKE THE JACKET!” Newt screamed, throwing the jacket over your shoulders and wrapping it around tight securing his arms around you.

You looked back to see Newt’s freckled and smiling face resting on your shoulder. “I didn’t want you to be cold.” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“You are ridiculous.” you laughed, trying to hold up the jacket by yourself.

Newt wouldn’t let you. He playfully squeezed and held on. “I want to be warm too.” he smiled.

After a long cold walk, the remaining ten minutes, Newt’s arms wrapped around your stomach, you walked into your apartment and ran for the nearest blanket. You kicked the door closed. “It’s so cold outside!” you shouted.

You threw the blanket over yourself and wrapped it around your head, falling onto the sofa. Newt pulled one corner of the blanket from you and sat next to you. His head wrapped around with a blanket, his fingers pinching it around his face. “Can I join you?”

“I guess.” you laughed.

“No more hard to get.” he said.

“What?”

“I’m not letting you get away.” Newt pushed you down and grabbed your face gently and kissed you. He pulled the blanket from you and threw over the two of you. When he pulled away you stared at each other almost complete darkness, the air growing warm between you. His hands and lips were warm compared to yours. You put your cold hand to his cheek, feeling him shiver for a moment only for him to kiss you.

The snow storm continued outside as you kissed Newt under the blanket.

Then the sheets.

7 minutes in heaven {pt.2}

PART 1

pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader
genre; angst,romance
word count; 6.8k
warnings; mild/strong language

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A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

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Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

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Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES… i love you…. have fun <3


Alex’s eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John’s face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn’t need any more drama today, but he also didn’t need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

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Prepare to be astonished! It’s been another week of craziness, this time of the presto-magic variety.  Team Flash had to deal with a freaky-deaky futuristic magician named Abra Kadabra (who names these villains in the 64th century anyway?) This dude was so evil and so lame… he didn’t even pull one rabbit out of a hat.  Such a rip off!  To complicate things it turned out the love of my life Gypsy was after him for some terrible crimes he committed on Earth-19.  So low and behold, my main squeeze and I were finally back together… until it all fell apart.  Turns out Gypsy hasn’t been completely honest about herself and it left me feeling pretty confused.  Finding out she lost a “partner” partner wasn’t something I was ready to hear.  So I let her leave with our grand destiny for love on an indefinite hiatus. 

I think I did the right thing breaking it all off, but now I feel like the Staypuft Marshmallow Man at the end of “Ghostbusters”… a big gooey mess.  I have all these feelings for her, but I can’t trust her.  I decided to go for a mopey walk in the rain and pouted my way to a record store.  It was time to drown my sorrows in some sad songs.

I stepped inside the shop and the cute hipster clerk with purple hair took one look at me and identified my genre of need:  Emo.  I tried to defend myself saying I’m just looking for some sad songs I could sing along to and yes, maybe cry to get over my break up.  Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  She was right.  Ugh.  I was totally “Emo” Cisco: sad as frack!  She took my hand and led me to the section and piled on record after record into my arms.  She hooked me up with enough albums of whiney, angsty, heart-on-the sleeve tunes to see me through any multiverse breakup.  I went home and listened to every last one.  And you know what? It was cathartic to wallow for a bit.

But to tell you the truth, I realize now I need a little something more to fully snap out of the Gypsy blues.  Enough of “Emo” Cisco!  I’m putting the sad songs away and doing something I know will truly make me feel better. I’m heading down to S.T.A.R. Labs to check in on our wounded warrior Caitlin and treat her to some tasty strawberry jell-o…  and yes, complain more about my heartache.  But it’s cool. Caitlin’s my best friend and she’s always there for me. Who needs bad romance and sad songs when you have true friendships like that?

Sehun - Missed Calls and Jealousy

Originally posted by blondejongin

Warnings: None

Type: Angst?

Requested by: Anon

Request:  HELLO!!! :3 can I have a Sehun/Kai (You can choose which one) were you guys are roommates/best friends and you like them but he gets a girlfriend , and you two fight and ignore each other. Until one day he gets jealous and confesses! :3 Sorry for the long description !! Thank you❤️

(DON’T OWN THE GIF)

(TAKING REQUESTS)

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I did your request justice! I rewrote this thing a good 7 times and had so much trouble coming up with a storyline and such, so I’m hoping the end product doesn’t disappoint! I know it’s not super well written, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

HAPPY READING! :)

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“Would you just listen to me for like 2 seconds, Y/N? Please!?”

You looked at Sehun and scoffed, a laugh of disbelief escaping your lips as you continued washing the dishes. You nodded your head slowly and your breathing started to get heavier, the anger that you had tried so hard to keep in threatening to burst out.

“Oh, you mean like you’ve been listening to me?” You asked calmly, not even taking a moment to look away from the sink.

“Look, I’m sorry I ignored your calls and your texts, but you really pissed me off and -”

“You ignored me for 4 days, Sehun! 4 days!” You yelled, the worry and anger you had toward him evident in your eyes. “You wouldn’t answer my calls and you wouldn’t answer my texts! Hell, you wouldn’t even tell me if you were alive! And all because I told you that I didn’t want your girlfriend at my birthday party! Seriously?”

“I know, I’m sorry!” He apologized, “I know you didn’t like her and -”

“And then you didn’t even show up!” You interrupted. “You’re my best friend Sehun, and you didn’t even show up to the birthday party that YOU helped me plan!”

“You told me not to come!”

“No, I told you not to come if you were going to bring her.” You corrected, “Besides, I apologized for saying that she couldn’t come and then proceeded to invite both of you over. But I guess you wouldn’t know that since you didn’t listen to any of my voice mails or read any of my texts.” 

Sehun didn’t say anything at this point, his face filled with defeat and arms crossed over his chest. You looked up at him and gave him a small huff, quickly reaching up to wipe your hands on the hand drying rag before walking away from the sink and into the living room.

“Look, Y/N. I’m sorry for not coming! After that fight we had I didn’t think you would have wanted me there.” Sehun said, quickly following your angry figure.

“Then why the hell do you think I called you so many times, or that I had some of the guys call you so many times?” You asked, “You know that party was really important to me and the fact that my best friend in the entire world didn’t even show up, or try to show up, really hurts.”

“I know, but -”

“And then for you to just waltz in here like you own the place and yell at me because someone told you I was, quote, ‘dancing with Xiumin in a dirty way?’ Seriously? That really pisses me off!”

“First of all, I do own this place. I pay half of the rent. Secondly, why were you dancing with Xiumin in a dirty way? Are you guys like together now” He asked, completely ignoring the importance of what you said.

“We weren’t dancing that way and no we’re not dating!” You yelled, your hands flailing into the air as you turned towards him sharply. “Besides, what if we were? What does it matter to you for? You have a girlfriend! A super nice, super pretty, super kind girlfriend that loves you a lot. Even if Xiumin and I were doing something, why would you care?”

Sehun looked at you for a second, his eyes wide in surprise and face red in anger as he listened to your harsh questioning. You continued to stare at him, your gaze never faltering as you looked at him intensely. You wanted to know his answer. You wanted to know why he had been acting so weird ever since he got a girlfriend and why he started to act so jealous toward other guys when it came to you. It wasn’t like him. You had been best friends for years and it was almost as if he had become a completely different person. You wanted to know what the hell his problem was and you wanted to know now.

“It’s because…” Sehun started, his sharp tongue quickly licking his bottom lip as the words he wanted to say failed to leave his mouth. “It’s just…”

“Come on, Sehun. Just tell me.” You encouraged, trying your best to keep your cool so that he wouldn’t refrain from finally admitting what his problem was.

“It’s….it’s nothing, Y/N. Honest.” He said, his voice barley on the verge of stuttering as he lied though his teeth.

“Why are you lying to me right now, Sehun?” You asked irritably. “Just tell me the truth. Why have you been acting so weird, lately? Ever since you started dating Yuri you’ve become a completely different person. You miss events and get jealous because of random things. It’s just not like you and it doesn’t only make me mad, it worries me.”

Sehun looked up at you and sighed, his hand running through his hair in a frustrated manner. “Is it so bad that I don’t want you two dating?”

“No, it’s not.” You admitted. “What’s bad is that you’re my best friend. You’re my best friend and you ignored me for 4 days and then came to me and started yelling at me and judging me because someone made up a lie that Xiumin and I were together. That’s whats bad and that’s why I’m upset.”

“Best friend….just…damn. Don’t you see that that’s the problem?” He scoffed, his eyes becoming glassy as the wall he had up started the crumble.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, confusion filling your face as you questioned why your friendship was suddenly a problem for him.

“Dammit, Y/N! Are you that blind!?” He asked, his voice raising to the point where he was almost yelling.

“Hey, wait a second. Don’t be getting mad at me all o-”

“I’m in love with you!” He said suddenly, his chest heaving and voice no longer trying to hold back. 

You looked at Sehun immediately, your eyes widening in surprise and breath catching in your throat. You had to have misunderstood. There was no way he just said what you think he said.

“I’m sorry…what?” You whispered, still convinced that you had heard him wrong. There was no way Sehun was in love with you. Absolutely, 100% no way.

“I got mad when I thought you were with Xiumin because I’m in love you.” He stated again confidently.

“Is this some type of joke?” You asked defensively, insecurity suddenly taking over your body. “You have a girlfriend. How could you be in love with me when you have a girlfriend?”

“Yuri and I broke up a few days ago.” He admitted. “It was mutual. We just weren’t right for each other and she knew I had feelings for you, just like I knew she kind of had feelings for someone else. We only really dated because we felt as though we couldn’t actually be with the ones we loved. Sad, right?”

You continued to stare at him, your brain and heart running a million miles per hour as you tried to find the right words to say. But, even after a few moments, you still had nothing, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“You love me too, right?” Sehun asked, not one ounce of hesitation in his body. “That’s why you hated Yuri so much?”

“I didn’t hate her, I just -”

“Didn’t want me to be around her or bring her around you.” He interrupted, a small smile on his lips as he seen your surprised facial expression.

Of course you had been in love with Sehun. You had always been in love with Sehun. That’s why you had been so upset with him in the first place. You hated thinking that he would bring his girlfriend to your birthday party, and you hated it even more that he ignored you, didn’t show up, and then yelled at you the first time he seen you again. But you never thought Sehun would return any of those feelings. Not ever. That’s why you gave up on them and always tried not to think about them in the first place.

“Sehun…I…I don’t know what to say.” You stuttered, brain coming to a halt and heart beating faster than you ever thought possible. 

“Just answer the question.” He whispered, his voice going so low that it made a shiver run down your spin. “Do you or do you not love me back?”

You looked at Sehun once again, your eyes meeting his as you let out a shaky breath. You knew the answer. You knew he knew the answer. But after years of forcing yourself to let go of Sehun and stop caring so much about your feelings for him, were you finally ready to let those feelings come back to the surface? Were you finally ready to admit them to somebody other than yourself?

Well, there was really only one way to find out.

“I do, Sehun.” You stated, the weight of 100 pounds being lifted off your shoulders at your confession. “I really, really do.”

I just had an epiphany on the way home from work, and I thought you’d might like to hear it:

I work off a road named Hamilton Blvd.

I have a coworker who’s (first) name is Jefferson.

I have another coworker who has two sons, named Alexander and Aaron.

Something about all this seems familiar.. but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Don't Let Me Go

Request; Can you write an imagine where Spencer and the reader get in a fight before a case and the whole time Spencer is being passive aggressive with her until she ends up seriously hurt and he thinks she’s going to die before they got to make up? I LOOOOVE YOUR WRITING BTW ❤❤❤❤❤

Warnings; angst, gore, violence

A/N

This is kind of saaaaaad. Thank you for the request!



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“You never hang out with me anymore!” You yell as Spencer tries pushing past you to leave the house.

 "Y/N, I hang out with you all the time,“ he says calmly as you stare up at him accusingly.

"No, you don’t,” you frown. “We come home and you either read or sleep.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, move!” Spencer tries getting past again but you push him forward. 

“Are you cheating?” You accuse angrily. “Tell me the truth, right now." 

"I’m not cheating!” He replies incredulously. “Why would you even think that?" 

"Because you’ve been leaving every day and not coming home until late,” You reply, saddened. “I mean, it’s not like you have friends or anything.” The words left your mouth accidentally, and you regretted letting them free. Spencer’s calm demeanor had changed from calm to hurt and angry.

“I don’t have friends?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Spence, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” You tried to fix your mistake, but the damage was already done. Spencer was staring at you like you had just killed someone, and that someone being him.

“Then what did you mean, Y/N?” He questions with disappointment. “You know, out of all the people who could have said that to me, I never thought it would be you. I’ve heard it before, trust me. I guess bullies never mature.”

Bullies?” You scoff, taken aback. “Spencer, it was an honest mistake. It’s just that you never go out and the people who are your friends don’t go out like this.”

“Just save it,” Spencer cuts you off and shakes his head. “I have to go.”

You watch as Spencer leaves the house once again like he did every day. His satchel and coat in hand as he left without saying a goodbye. No kiss, no hug, no ‘I love you’, just silence. You didn’t want to believe he was cheating, but it was the only logical explanation. This was so unusual for him, and at first, you suspected he had fallen back into taking dilaudid, but you would recognize the signs and he wasn’t showing them.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you plopped down onto the couch and looked out the window to see Spencer driving down the street and then disappearing when he turned the corner. Your phone sitting on the end table beside you began to vibrate, you figured it was Spencer, but when JJ’s name flashed on the screen, you knew it would be too good to be true.

“Hello?” You answer as you press the phone to your ear.

“Hey Y/N, sorry to be bothering you and Spencer on a Saturday, but we really need your guys’ help on this case.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you brushed off the little sting in your heart at the mention of Spencer’s name. “I’ll be right there.” And with that, you hung up.

When you arrived at the BAU a little later than everyone, you hastily apologized for being late and quickly slipped into one of the chairs on the round table. Your gaze lands on Spencer, he’s facing towards the screen where Penelope is showing the murders and paying no attention to you.

“Damn, Y/L/N, did you miss the bus or something?” Morgan teases and you roll your eyes.

“Actually yeah,” you purse your lips and glance over at Spencer, “second vehicle that took off without me.”

Everyone diverted their attention Penelope as she explained the case, and you did too. You wanted to focus on every detail and let your mind focus on that instead of on Spencer. If he could ignore you so easily, you hoped you could do the same.

“You know, the unsub’s victimology looks a lot like Y/N,” Emily points out and everyone turns to look at you.

“You’re right, long/short h/c hair, e/c eyes, light/tan/dark skin,” Rossi observes all your features and nods. “You’re a match.”

“Well, we could use that to our advantage,” Hotch adds. “Only in extreme circumstances, though. I don’t want one of my agents getting hurt while getting used as bait.”

“I could do that,” you agreed, peering up at Spencer to see if he would interject, but he never did. His eyes were fixated on the files in front of him, scanning every word on the page.

“Alright, wheels up in 30,” Hotch announces and everyone gathers their stuff to leave the room.

You waited until everyone left and you hurried towards Spencer.

“Hey,” you greet, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “Spence, I’m sorry. Can we stop fighting?”

“I have to finish reading the case,” Spencer says nonchalantly as he walks out of the office with his face still buried in the file. You frown and head outside to meet everyone in the jet, completely frustrated with Spencer.

Once you landed in the unsub’s territory and reported to the local P.D., you couldn’t help but look back at the plane ride to here. Spencer ignored you like he had in the meeting room, and he talked to everyone but you. Usually, he would sit by you and the two of you would either talk or read something, but he avoided you like the black plague. You tried meeting up with him when he was getting coffee, but he poured it at the speed of light just so he could avoid speaking to you.

“Y/L/N, are you feeling okay?” Hotch asks you silently after he assigned everyone to different locations. “You seem out of it.”

“Yeah, just the case has me feeling uneasy,” you lie, but he takes it.

“Alright then, you and Morgan better get to the coroner’s then,” he nods towards the car and you agree. You slip into the passenger’s seat and wait impatiently for Derek to get into the car.

“Come on, Derek,” you call for him outside the window. “I’m not getting any younger here.”

“Alright, alright, princess,” he puts his hands out in defense as he steps out of the sheriff’s department. “No rush.”

“Yes rush,” you scoff. “People are dying.”

“What’s got you so mad anyway?” Morgan asks as he starts the car. “Trouble in paradise?”

“What makes you think that?” You question curiously as you look out the window.

“Your usual bubbly self is quiet and irritated, you got here late and without Reid. Plus, the kid’s not giving you the time of day.”

“That obvious?”

“You guys aren’t slick,” Morgan chuckles.

While the two of you are at a stoplight, a car pulls up beside you. A large, rusted white pickup truck. You feel an uneasy feeling in your stomach and you gulp as the man driving the car looks at you with such wonder and lust in his eyes.

“Morgan, the vehicle beside me matches the unsub’s,” you explain quietly.

“What?” Morgan looks to your side, but the car was gone. “Y/N, you sure you’re alright?”

Seconds after the question rolls off his lips, a car slams into the rear end of the car, sending both you and Morgan flying forward toward the dashboard with the seatbelts still holding you back. Morgan regains his composure quickly and tries driving off, but in the seconds that the two of you were off guard, the unsub had driven to face your side.

“Morgan, go!” You yell. Morgan had tried speeding away, but the unsub was quicker. The unsub smashed into your side, causing the whole car to turn over. Pieces of glass were digging into your skin and you could feel the blood trickling down your head as the car lied on its side.

“Y/N!” Morgan calls as the two of you absorb the third hit, flipping the car completely upside down. You began to cough violently, the world was spinning and you could barely focus. The street intersection was a ghost town except for the rusty truck parked beside the totaled squad car. A pair of boots hit the pavement beside you, causing all your blood to run cold. You attempted to unbuckle your seatbelt, but you noticed a huge piece of glass sticking out of your side. You peer over at Derek to find him unconscious with little to no scratches.

As you were reaching over to the control center to call for help, you hear the door beside you open and you’re met with the same black boots from earlier.


A/N

There is going to be a part 2 to this!! It would have been way too long to be one imagine so I am going to split it! Sorry for any mistakes ;’)))

Support (Jason todd x Reader)

A/N: Really liked this request. Kinda made it into my own though. (Not sure to write more for this, I might? Depends on the feedback I guess.)

Jason felt uneasy when he took one of the seats in the circle. They had put fluffy red pillows on the seats, some softness to make up for their fucked up experiences. Wonderful how naïve people could be… as if that’d help. He took a look at the other people, they seemed about as happy to be there as him. Probably persuaded or blackmailed into seeking help as well. He hadn’t even needed such desperate measures: anything to stop Dick’s constant nagging.
“ You have to give yourself the chance to heal.” (He felt like he healed up well enough, ya know, for a dead guy his skin looked fantastic.), “ You will be able to meet people who share your experience .” (Zombie friends. Exactly what he needed.)  And last but not least: Damian’s addition that he didn’t even need hubris to bring him down just a crowbar. Eventually he grew tired of it and decided to go. He was barely there in time, but he was there. After him, a woman barged in, a lot less nonchalant than he had. Backpack in hand, and  saying ‘sorry’ to the person who seemed to be the guiding speaker/psychologist. The woman had a certain kind of guilt in her eyes as she was saying it, too. The psychologist immediately said it was no problem with a warm smile, as the other latecomer took the free seat across his. 



You were still out of breath. Traffic was terrible as is but it got so much worse as you were trying to keep a busy schedule to forget about all the other shit that went wrong. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, whether it would even remotely help you to actually throw it all out on the table. But… you could use talking to someone about this who wouldn’t look at you with pity while they were uncomfortably shifting in their chair. Everyone here had their fair share of emotional scars to get them to this place. You scanned the room while a woman started to talk.
“ Each of you is here because you are battling the aftermath of dark period in your lives. Someone has abused you, and you are here with people who have experienced abuse as well. Speaking is part of the healing process. Knowing you are not to blame for what happened to you is the aim. I will give each of you the chance to talk about what happened. You choose how much you feel comfortable sharing. Please be respectful towards one another and allow the others to talk, and tell their story, they…” the rest of the explanation was lost on you entirely. You felt eyes on you, and noticed the man across the room. Jet black hair with a white streak, icy blue eyes and quite frankly possibly the most handsome man you had seen in a very long time. But from all places to develop a crush on a total stranger, this was probably not the best one.

You focused on your surroundings again when people were starting to share their names. Only one name stuck. His. “ Hi, I’m Jason. I’ve been told I may be suffering from PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured.” After him another person spoke and also shared their name and in one sentence why they chose to be here. The man smiled at you and you weren’t sure how to respond with that so you looked anywhere but at him.
“ My name is y/n. I was ..” You swallowed, not entirely having such an easy time to say what happened with all those eyes on you. You naturally started to look at him again. He gave you an encouraging small nod and  somehow you managed to continue. “ I was physically and emotionally abused by my ex.” Something seemed to flare up in his eyes at those words. Not the usual pity. Not the usual shifting eyes trying to find the nearest exit. Anger. Not directed at you but at someone who wasn’t there. You wondered if it was the man who kidnapped him or your ex. As he only got that look in his eyes after your story you could only guess the second… but why would he get that angry over that? He didn’t even know you… you shook the thought and listened to the other stories. Some people had come here before, but they seemed there to show the beginners that recovery was possible. After everyone had been spoken to, she asked who wanted to share their story with the group. Everyone seemed less than interested to go first.
 
“ ‘C mon, nobody will judge you here, we’re all here to listen and to talk.” Her glance landed on you. “Could you perhaps…?” Your felt your heartbeat in your throat and tried to swallow. This was too soon. All those eyes on you… when you opened your mouth the handsome stranger, Jason, spoke up instead.
“ Sure, I’ll go first.” Everyone in the room knew damn well she had been talking to you. But you were grateful he took her cue instead so you didn’t have to. He was still speaking to you rather than to the group.
“I was kidnapped as a teenager. A typical Gotham psycho got to me and tortured me. They… got to me in time, obviously, I’m still alive.” He seemed to disbelieve those words and said them mockingly. “.. but I’ve been beaten with a crowbar and he played psychological tricks on me, I don’t want to get into detail. He tortured me in most ways I could imagine and then some, except for sexually that is. It pisses me off that he’s still alive. As long as he lives he’s a danger to people. They didn’t put enough effort into stopping him. In the meanwhile…  I have to deal with the fallout. The flashbacks, the nightmares. So essentially I got fucked over by the people I trusted, because they did not protect me as they promised me they would, and then there’s the fact I was beaten to a pulp. So yeah, that’s my sob story. Well, half of it. There’s also my deadbeat dad and my the fact that my mother didn’t make it beyond my teenage years but that’s a story for another day kids.“ His voice was laced with a mocking, devil may care attitude, but you could tell it was the truth. You were the one staring now, your gaze locked on his. He really had been through hell and back. The woman nodded and thanked him for his open-heartedness and willingness to speak first. After him, the others were more willing to also speak up. He mouthed ‘You’re welcome’ to you as you gave him a grateful small smile.

You felt lucky that they ran out of time before it was your turn. Each person who did not get the chance to speak would get their chance the next session. With that promise, you considered not attending that next time anymore. You put your own jacket back on, as well as your backpack and headed towards the door. As soon as you stepped outside you felt something was off. Something or someone was watching you. Jason, you did remember his name, walked out of the door and approached you and acted casual while zipping up his jacket. “ Don’t panic but I’ve got the feeling someone is watching you.”
“  So I’m not going mad?”
“  No guarantees there. We might be going mad together. I know you don’t know me but will you let me walk you home? ” You looked him in the eyes. You really wanted to say yes.
“ No, sorry. It’s not you it’s just…”
“ I get it. Don’t worry about it. Just…” He handed you what looked like a combat knife. “ be careful.”
” May I ask why you’re carrying out spare combat knives to hand out?”
” Do you want to know?” You swallowed. 
” Next session maybe.”
” Let’s make sure you get there safely first. Watch your back. Something’s out there, I can feel it.”


You walked on and heard something again. Something creeping up on you as sudden but as clinging as a shadow.  You clutched the combat knife as you walked to your car. Someone grabbed you from the back and knocked the knife out of your hands.  “You think you could get away from him that easily sweetheart?” There was a hand on your mouth, muffling noise while you struggled to get away from the man’s grip. You were considering your options, trying to remember how to twist your arm when someone interfered.
“ I think she fucking can.” The man who grabbed you was looking into the barrel of a gun. A red hooded man stood there. 
“ Get out of here. She’s under my protection now. Come after her again and I will find you. “  A flash of recognition went over the guy’s face as he ran for it. You thought you heard someone curse and a shiver went over your spine. He lowered his gun, picked up the combat knife and walked over to you. He handed the knife back to you with the hilt pointed at you while you rubbed your wrist and leaned against the car door, shaken up. You instinctively clung to him, as a means to stabilize you from the shock and get you up straight more than anything else. 
“ Jason?” Anyone else didn’t make sense. You weren’t sure if he’d even speak up.
“ Good guess.”
“ I changed my mind. ” He nodded and walked behind you towards your car.

 “ It’s him. “ You hissed in a quiet tone.
“ Figured as much. Want me to get into the car or can you handle it from here? Does he know where you live?”
“ Yeah, haven’t found a new place yet.” He nodded.  
” Want me to join you there? Keep you safe? If you trust me that is. “ 
” Yeah. I do. “ He got into the car, looked around and took off the helmet once he was inside of the vehicle.
“ What about the motorcycle?”
“ I’ll pick it up after we got you home safely.”

The car ride was considerably silent. You weren’t sure what to ask him or tell him. He leaned with his elbow on the armrest of the car door.
“ He seemed to recognize you.”
“ He probably did. I’m not your average guy. But I don’t hurt people unless it’s to save others.”
You opted to just take his word for it. There was something strangely soothing about having him around. You had this feeling that you could trust him, which you in all honestly hadn’t ever had before. But you weren’t sure whether to trust your instincts anymore.
“How did you stop the nightmares?”
“ I didn’t.”  
You swallowed. “ I get it you know. “ He looked up, slightly frowning, unsure what you meant. “I get that you want to kill him. That’s what you meant isn’t it? But it wouldn’t fix the broken pieces. “ You stared at the road ahead, lights flashing by. You continued. “You know what they told me? That hating him wouldn’t heal me, loving another might and it would break him. Because it would show him he didn’t own me anymore.”
“ What do you think about that?” You shook your head at his question.
“ I think I couldn’t if I tried. Not that easy to trust anymore.”
“ You can. It’s fear that’s holding you back. It’s what he wants.”

“ You think he’s gone? That he will stay away now?” He shook his head. 
“ You could stay with me instead. Until you find a new place. No expectations, I won’t try anything with you. Could teach you how not to get disarmed so easily.” He sighed. “ I can protect you there, if you think you need protection.”
“ So what are you? A cop?”
“ Not quite. But I don’t want you to get hurt and after what happened tonight…”
“ I might take you up on that offer.”
“ Okay, then turn right here. “

You could use a protector, or at least someone who understood who didn’t look at you as a work in progress when you were putting the pieces back together.  

“ But there are some things you gotta know about me before you get into my apartment…”

Playbook (Reggie x Reader)

“Bye Ronnie” You shouted as you ran down the hall not wanting to be late for your ride home.

“Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow”

“What’s going on in here?” Veronica asked as she walked into the Blue and Gold paper office.

“These girls” Betty started to say as she waved her arms in a pointing gesture “Also had been victims of slut shaming from boy on the football team.” Veronica looked at Betty for a moment before turning her attention to the girls.

“Are you serious?” She questioned not wanting to be lied too about something like this. All of the girls nodded their heads and Veronica let out a breath. Looking at the girls she wondering how many more in this school had been shamed. There were about a dozen here and she knew not everyone would come forward. “Well ladies what are we going to do” But before anyone got a chance to answer her, in came two students.

“Guys welcome” Betty greeted as they entered “Veronica this is Valerie and her brother Trev who use to be on the football team. I’m pretty sure this will answer your question on what to do.” Trev looked at the girls in the room and spoke

“There’s a book it’s umm called the Playbook” Trev reached up to touch his neck nervously as all eyes were on him “The team uses it to write down and keep track of all of the girls they hook up  with. They keep score for themselves and how much each girls is worth.” Most of the girls let out a gasp, shocked that the football team was at something like this. “It’s not all of the players but it’s a enough that I quit the team over.”

“Do you know where the book is?” Veronica asked wanting to get straight to the point.

“Yeah I do”


 That’s what led the girl’s here in the school at night. A few of them came to find the book in the place where Trev said it would be to make sure it was true. As Betty searched the supply closet for it, everyone was on edge, not really wanting it to be true but also that Cheryl had showed up. As she knew her brother she knew that there was no way he would do this.

“Guy’s I found it” Betty shouted as she came rushing out with a book in her hands. Everyone gather around her as she opened the book. Reading down the pages there were many names of girls that lived in Riverdale also the football teams members next to them.

“There’s my name” Veronica said as she pointed to it next to Chuck’s name.

“There’s Polly’s” Betty let out. Cheryl stepped back from everyone not really believing it even with proof right in front of her. Veronica scanned the book even more, coming across names of the girls that she had met earlier but one caught her eye.

“Betty isn’t that Y/N?” Betty and Veronica looked over to the player’s name and it was Reggie.

“Since when was she seeing Reggie?” Ronnie asked but Betty just shook her head, she didn’t know anything about it and she had been friend with you for years. Not once did you ever mention anything about Reggie let alone hooking up with him. Flicking to more pages the girls found your name even more, which left them wondering until Cheryl let out a laugh.

“You guys didn’t know? Betty really I thought you would of, you guys have been friends for what? Like ten years.” Letting a smirk come across her face she started again “I didn’t think poor Veronica would know but Betty you. How about I save you the fun. Go asked your best friend all about their little hook ups you would love to know the details trust me” Turning on her heel Cheryl made her way out of the building happy that they were now thinking of someone other than her brother. With one finally look the girls took pictures for proof and also made their way out but now there was a bigger thing to solve.


“Y/N” Betty and Veronica shouted as they saw you at your locker. You turned facing the two, giving them a wave and a smile. The girls looked at each other before they walked up to you not really knowing how this was going to go.

“Morning guys” You said as you took some books out of your locker and into your book bag.

“We need to talk to you” Betty spoke as she looked around the hallway seeing tons of students.

“Sure go on, I’m all ears”

“We shouldn’t do it here Y/N” Veronica told you as she grabbed your arm. Giving her a strange look you pulled your arm back.

“Whatever you guys need to say, you can do it here” You argued not really wanting to go somewhere if it wasn’t that important, class was going to be starting soon.

“Did you have sex with Reggie” Ronnie let out, not wanting to put up with your attitude this morning. You made a face then asked

“Where did you heard that? That’s bullshit” The bell for class rang so you close your locker wanting to go but the girls wouldn’t let you. “Can you move?”

“No not until you tell us the truth”

“I just did” Betty heart was breaking with every word that came out of your mouth, she didn’t want to believe that her best friend for years was lying to her. You guys told each other everything or so she thought. Pushing your way pass them you didn’t want to be late but as you got a little far away Betty spoke as her voice crack

“We have proof”

“You what?” You whipped around and walked back over to the two. Betty could tell in your voice that your were slightly panicked.

“Ever hear of the playbook? When you were to busy fooling around with Reggie, the football team was keeping track of you and others you know. Have to get the highest points right?” Ronnie sassed out but you didn’t speak. Everything was running through your mind. But Betty knew you, she knew what you were thinking.

“You knew” Betty whispered, Ronnie looked over at Betty

“What”

“She knew that’s why she not saying anything. She doesn’t know what to. How long?”

Betty asked but when you didn’t respond she yelled.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING? HOW LONG DID YOU KNOW WHAT JASON WAS DOING TO POLLY”

“Would you be quiet so we won’t get in trouble” You stated looking around to make sure the hallways were clear. Letting out a sigh you spoke once again “I knew about the list or whatever it is. Reggie mention to me after one of the guys said I must be a good number. I hook up with him a few times”

“You never told me” Betty said ready to let out tears.

“How could I Betty? With everything going on with your sister and now this, it just wasn’t the right time. I promise you that I never knew about Jason and Polly in the book. I never really knew what it was I thought it was some joke between the guys but I guess not.”

“Not is right” Veronica informed you.

“Don’t blame me for this. I’m not the one who made it and I’m damn well not the only person who knew”

“They were slut shame Y/N because of this.”

“I didn’t know that Veronica.”

“You didn’t bother to care”

“Would you girls get to class” A teacher shouted down the hallway, making you guys drop the subject and move on to your guys classes.


“Reggie” You barked as you pulled him into a empty classroom.

“Who knew, you couldn’t wait to get a piece of this” Reggie let out a laugh “Didn’t take you for the girl who would do it in a classroom” With a roll of your eyes you let out

“We need to talk about the playbook” The last word made Reggie stop joking around and look at you in the eye.

“What about it?”

“People know about it Reggie. They know it’s a real thing. I know it’s a real thing. I thought this was just some big joke, nope you guys actually put it in a book” Taking your hands in his Reggie started to explain.

“Chuck started it last season to see how much action everyone was getting on the team. We’re supposed to put it in every time we do it with a girl, we got to write her name and the date. I stopped putting your name in as soon as we got serious because I realized how stupid it really is. Chuck and them take it as a big deal, to them the more girls you got the better. If they know about some one on the team doing it they will put it in just so the whole team knows what we’re doing”

“You need to come clean” Reggie stepped back wide eyes

“I love you I really do but I can’t do that. If these people know they need to do it. This team is what gets me through college and without I can’t go. I’m not risking rating for my future.” Giving him a nod you truly understood him reasoning. You knew what his parents were like.

“Just tell the truth when asked Reggie please, the people who know already took action and you can’t be caught up in this.”

“If they asked babe your the only one with my name in the book, you’re my girlfriend they can’t doing anything about me hooking up with you” Letting out a laugh you smiled and agreed. Reggie pulled you into his chest so he could wrapped his arm around you. You lay your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“Always tell me the truth from now on alright” you mumbled against him. Reggie nodded his head not wanting to risk losing you to anything so stupid again. You both wanted this fix not just for you but for the girls who got hurt by it.