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The Volunteer

This is for @bettsjuggie, who had the idea. 

“Forsythe, why don’t you go to the nurse’s office with Betty?”

I looked up from my math paper, my stomach sinking. I’d been waiting all day for my teacher to get the call that it was my turn to get a tetanus shot. I’d missed the day the whole third grade got their shots, so the nurse was fitting me in after her morning appointments.

I felt my face get hot because everyone was looking at me. They all knew why Mrs. Willis was sending somebody with me; they’d all been there the last time we’d had vaccines at school, and I’d gotten so panicked the nurse had called my mom and sent me home. Shaking, crying, the whole nine yards—I’d been a basket case. The nurse said I had a needle phobia, that it wasn’t my fault. But I hated drawing attention to myself, and I hated not being perfect.

“Sure.” Jughead was a tall kid, even in third grade. He stood up from his desk and stretched. “Come on, Betts.” I followed him out of the room, but I felt bad. I figured the only reason Mrs. Willis had made him come with me was that he was finished with his work. He always finished before the rest of us, because he was the smartest kid in our class, not that he made a big deal about it or anything.

The school hallway was long, and I heard my Mary Janes echoing on the ugly beige tile. I tried to be brave. My mom had looked up some deep breathing techniques, and I tried to do them, but I really just wished the floor would swallow me whole.

“It’s okay if you’re scared.” Jughead walked along beside me, slouching in his hoodie and jeans. “I don’t like heights. My dad took me on the roof of the water tower once, and I almost threw up.”

I looked over at him, and he smiled his lopsided half-smile. Even back then, he didn’t smile a lot, but he smiled at me.

The pathway from Jason’s room through the rest of the Blossoms’ creepy, gothic horror house was too long. I wanted to get away, but I knew if I didn’t show back up, everyone would wonder where I’d gone, and my parents would freak out.

“Betts, are you ok?” Jughead was at my elbow, walking beside me, not touching me.

“Of course I am,” I snapped, and my voice sounded a little too fast and a little too brittle.

“If you say so,” he mumbled, clearly not believing a word of it.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, Jug.”

“Don’t be.” He held out his arm, and I put my hand under it, just like in old-fashioned movies when the men escort the women in to dinner. But it felt like more than a hand on an arm. It felt like a lifeline.

“I’m ready to administer the shot now. Hold Elizabeth’s hand, Forsythe.” Miss Paulsen, the nurse, looked at Jughead through her horn-rimmed glasses. She could see that I was on the verge of another breakdown. My eyes were filled with tears, and I was willing them not to spill over.

Jughead wrapped his right hand around my left. “Look at me, Betty. Tell me what you’re going to study for our history test next week.”

I focused on his warm, long fingers and the smile hovering around his greenish blue eyes, and I made myself think about social studies. “The United States has three branches of government,” I said, “Executive, legislative, and jud—” Miss Paulsen plunged her needle into my right shoulder, and the breath was knocked out of me.

I went silent, but instead of a full-on panic attack, I just had a couple of tears fall down my cheeks, and I wiped them away as quickly as I could with the back of my hand. “You did really well, Honey,” said the nurse, cleaning up her supplies. “Thank you, Forsythe. That was very helpful.”

Jughead didn’t let go of my hand until I stood up on my own. “Come on, Juggie,” I said, trying not to cry more. “Let’s get out of here.”

“This house is so freaking huge,” I said. I was holding onto Jughead’s arm with a vice grip.

“We’re almost there,” he answered, pointing up ahead, toward the room where everyone was gathered for the creepy after-memorial get-together.

“I miss Polly,” I finally said, softly. It was a non-sequitur, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister, not now that I knew she’d been engaged, that her story was even sadder than I’d ever realized. I prided myself on my self-control, on never being the crazy one, never being the problem. But my head was swimming, and I couldn’t get my equilibrium back.

Jughead stopped me in the middle of the hallway, facing me and cradling my face in his hands. “Betty, look at me.” I blinked hard, trying not to cry, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay not to be the strong one every time.”

I closed my eyes, breathed hard, tried to push my out-of-control feelings out of myself and into the big, warm hands against my face. But it was too late. The sobs wouldn’t stop coming.

“I’m sorry for being such a baby,” I said, still a little teary. We walked back down the long hallway to Mrs. Willis’s classroom, and I tried to calm down.

“I don’t think you were a baby,” Jughead answered, shaking his head emphatically. “You were really brave.” He stopped in the middle of the hallway and hugged me. It was the quick, awkward hug of a third-grade boy and a third-grade girl, but he was a couple of inches taller than me, and it felt kind of nice.

“Thanks, Juggie,” I said. “I—couldn’t have done it without you.”

He smiled, and I smiled, and I wasn’t anxious any more.

As soon as I started really crying, Jughead pulled me into his arms, right in the middle of a weird hallway in the weird house owned by the weird Blossoms. He hugged me, and I expected him to let go, but he didn’t.

“Let it out,” he said, patting my back with one hand and cradling my head against his shoulder with the other. “You’ve been holding it in for way too long.”

He wasn’t letting me go, and I really didn’t want to get away, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of the rough fabric of his jacket against my cheek, the sound of his calm breathing underneath my ear, the feeling of finally being held that I realized I’d needed for so long.

I wanted to ask when he’d gone from being a couple of inches taller than me to half a foot, when he’d gotten strong enough to make me feel like nothing could hurt me in his arms, how he’d somehow gone from being a kid to being a man overnight. But I didn’t know how to say any of it, so I just let him hold me.

“I’m sorry, Jug,” I said after a while, my voice a whisper muffled against his shoulder.

“None of that, Betty Cooper,” he answered. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

Just then, I heard someone coming toward us. I couldn’t see who it was, but I heard a voice say, “Poor thing; she must be so cut up about that Blossom boy. I see you’re still doing your job well, Forsythe.”

“Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis, our third-grade teacher, long since retired and pretty much out of the loop of anything going on in Riverdale. I figured the Blossoms must have invited her because she’d been Jason’s teacher too.

Once she was long past us, headed for a bathroom somewhere in the environs of the mansion, I finally extricated myself from Juggie’s arms, my calm restored. “Thanks,” I said, trying to wipe my eyes without completely wrecking my makeup. “But what in the world did she mean about your job?”

Jughead smiled his lopsided smile. “You remember that time in third grade, when we had tetanus boosters?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you were so good at keeping me calm that the teachers made you my shot buddy after that.”

He shook his head shyly, lowering his chin and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “They—they didn’t make me. After you had your panic attack, I told Mrs. Willis I wanted to be the one who always went with you. I volunteered, Betts.”

“Of course you did,” I said, unable to help the grin that broke across my face.

“Of course I did,” he answered, grinning back.

The two of us finally rejoined the somber memorial party for Jason Blossom, shoulder to shoulder and side by side. Like always.

“I’ll see you again.” (part 13)

Originally posted by ohmygarlands

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 13th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy! Also how have I written 13 of these things!?!

Date published: February 20, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: 1926

Part: thirteen of ?

MASTERLIST

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You spent that whole week gently getting Credence back into the world. You didn’t want to rush anything, so you took small steps. You started with him coming to get the mail with you. He hadn’t even stepped out of your apartment since the night he first came.
You took it really slow. You opened the door and you both stood in front of the doorway, staring out into the hallway. Credence had a dead kind of stare. His eyes had dark circles under them. His heart pounded inside of his chest. His breathing was heavy and shallow. He started to shake and you noticed black matter start to float around you both. You looked at him with worried eyes. You gently grabbed his hand and he suddenly came out of his trance. He looked at you beside him, eyes were filled with tears. “Let’s try tomorrow.” You said, nodding at him, hoping to make him feel better. “No-” He whispered. “I have to do this.” He didn’t want to disappoint you. He had to be strong, for you. He didn’t want to be a burden to you and he couldn’t be the reason you didn’t see your family for Christmas.

“Are you sure?” You asked, sweetly. His head nodded fast. “Okay.” You said, squeezing his hand tighter. You both stared back into the hall and took a deep breath. “Are you ready?” He nodded in response. You took a small step forward, leading him out of you’re apartment. He didn’t move, he stood stiff. You looked back at him, still holding his hand. “Okay, let’s do this tomorrow.” You said, walking back into your apartment. Credence suddenly walked in front of you, making you stop.“No, I can do this.” He said. He seemed so sure of himself, you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.” You nodded, turning back to the hallway. Credence walked with you, still a little hesitant. You walked slowly down the hall, to the stairs. You walked down them slowly. You never rushed him, or pulled him to make him walk faster. You had to let him do it at his own pace.

You got down to the small lobby where the mail boxes were. You walked over to yours and got the small key out of your pocket to unlock it. You tried to pull your hand out of Credence’s, but he held it tighter so you couldn’t. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. You proceeded to unlock the box with one hand. There were a few letters in the box. You reached in and pulled them out. Then you shut the small door and locked it.

After two flights of stairs you were at your door. You pushed it open and walked in together. You put the letters on the counter, then turned to stand in front of Credence. Still holding his hand, you looked up at him with a proud look on your face. “I’m so proud of you, Credence.” You said, smiling up at him. His eyes met yours for a second then went back to his feet, where they usually were. “Hey.” You said softly. “What’s wrong? You did great.” You moved the hand that wasn’t holding his, to his cheek. He pulled away from you and walked across the room. “How am I going to get on a train if I can barely get the mail?” He embarrassedly mumbled. You watched him from afar, his back facing you. You could feel tears starting to burn in your eyes. “You can’t rush yourself. Things like this take time.” You started to walk over to him. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You did great.” You said so kindly, Credence felt a small glimmer of hope form inside of him. He wasn’t used to kind, encouraging words.
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. You hugged him tight and said, “You’re doing great.– Okay?” You looked up at him from behind. You saw him nod his head slightly, wiping away tears. You felt his hands cover yours. They were cold and shaking, but they held yours tight.

The next day you decided to do the same thing. You walked down together to get the mail. He was less hesitant this time and walked a little faster. He still squeezed your hand the whole time, but you didn’t mind.
You did this for about a week and every time Credence was less afraid. You still held hands, and you started to wonder if he was doing it because it gave him comfort or if he just liked holding your hand. Either way you loved it.

“Do you want to try getting the mail by yourself today?” You asked him, one morning, during breakfast. Credence froze, and looked up at you. You knew he could do it. He was making so much progress and you knew he could handle it. “You can do it, Credence. I know you can.” You said, encouragingly. “What if someone is down there?” He asked, with worry in his voice. Once before there had been someone in the lobby, getting their mail too. Credence hadn’t had interaction with anyone but you, since the incident in the subway station. There was a middle aged woman with short, dark hair getting her mail. Credence froze when you both got to the end of the stairs and saw the lady. He squeezed your hands so tightly, you didn’t know what was going on, then you noticed the lady. In some strange way she reminded you of Mary Lou and you knew Credence felt the same way. “Credence.” You said, calmly. “It’s okay.”
The room began to shake a little and black matter began form around you. “Credence, shhhh.” You said, with slight fear in your voice. He couldn’t have another incident. You stepped in front of Credence, grabbing his other hand. You held them tightly and rubbed the top of his hands with your thumbs. “Shhhhh.” You said, and the room began to stop shaking and the Obscurus began to calm down.
“Did we just have an earth quake?” The woman said, worriedly. “I-I think so.” You said, stepping in front of Credence, hiding him from the woman.

You both sat at the kitchen table, thinking about that afternoon. “If someone’s down there, you just turn around and come back.” You told him. “But I know you can do it.” You said, standing up, taking your plate to the sink.
You heard Credence speak quietly, behind you, “H-How do you know?” You turned and smiled your sweet smile at him. “Because you’re strong and brave and I believe in you.” You said, taking his plate from in front of him.
He sat there, silently for a few minutes. “Th-Thank you, (Y/N).” You looked back and smiled at him, as you rinsed a plate. “Really. No one has ever believed in me before.” He said, quietly.
You finished the last dish and walked over to him. You placed your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He then leaned forward into you, wrapping his arms around you. You hugged his head that rested against your chest. He listened to your heart as he hugged you. He loved the beating of your heart against his ears. Just the thought that you were real and alive made him happy.
You stroked his hair and leaned your head down, pressing your lips on his head. “I love you, Credence.” You said, resting your cheek on the top of his head. You could feel his face forming a smile then he said, “I love you, (Y/N).”

Credence went upstairs and changed out of his blue and white striped pajamas, that you had you had gotten him a few days ago. The whole time he got ready his stomach was flipping from his nerves. As he combed through his black hair his eyes started to fade into white. The mirror started to shake on the wall. The room filled with Obscurus particles. He tried hard to contain it and to keep it under control. He felt the tile under his feet start to crack, then he finally started to calm down. He was breathing heavy and his eyes went back to their original dark iris. He turned on the water and leaned over, splashing cold water on his face. Then he noticed that a few floor tiles were slightly cracked from the pressure of the Obscurus. He bent down and felt the cracks with his shaking hand. What was he going to do? He felt awful for ruining your floor. You were for sure going to be upset and probably throw him out of the house and forget all about him. At these thoughts his eyes started to fill with tears. He stood up and quickly moved the small bath mat over the cracked tiles. He had to hide them, he couldn’t tell you and upset you. He took a second and gathered himself, then left the bathroom and went downstairs.

You were cleaning up the apartment when you saw him coming down the stairs, all ready and dressed. You stood up straight and nodded at him. He gave you a small nod back. “Are ready?” You asked him. “Remember if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” He said, thinking in his mind ‘I have to.’
You gave him a smile that gave him a little more hope then he had before. “Okay.” You said, walking towards the door. You opened it slowly. “If someone’s down there and you don’t feel comfortable, just turn right back.” You told him and he nodded. You handed him the small key. He lifted his hand and held the key. You didn’t let go. All you could think about was if you were rushing him. Maybe you should just stay home from going to see your family. Things had changed so much from just a few weeks ago and you had to be able adjust. Even if that meant not seeing your family this Christmas. You were okay with that. You had to be there for Credence. You cared about him more than anything in the entire world. You wanted to tell him all of this, but you didn’t know how.

You reached up your other hand and placed it on his. Your other hand still held the key, but you quickly wrapped both around his scarred hand. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know what to say to describe what you were feeling. You just looked up at him with so much love, you felt like you could explode. You sighed and let go of his hand, giving him the key. Credence looked down at you with tears forming in his eyes. He felt what you wanted to say in the way you held his hand. His lips slightly curved, giving a small, sweet smile.

He stood in the doorway, looking out into the hall, the same way he has all week. But it was different. You weren’t standing there beside him, holding his hand. He missed that. He turned back to see you standing with one arm around your waist and the other resting under your chin. You smiled as tears continued to stay in your eyes. He gave you a more confident look and turned back to the hallway. He took a small step and closed the door, not looking back again.

You paced your apartment, worried that something might happen. You didn’t feel the apartment shake so you figured that was a good sign. Five minutes passed and he still wasn’t up. You began to really start worrying, then you heard the door knob start to turn. You felt happiness start to burst through your chest. The door started to open and there he was. Credence. Standing in the doorway, holding the mail. You gave him the biggest smile as tears fell from your eyes. Something came over you and you started to run. You ran into him, jumping up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him so tight. He was taken back by your action, but then wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed you just as tight. Your legs wrapped around him as Credence held you off the ground. “I’m so proud of you!” You whispered in his ear. If only you could have seen Credence’s smile.

That night you laid on the couch under your blanket thinking about that hug. Credence laid in your bed thinking about the same thing. You both fell asleep with small smiles on your faces. But it didn’t last long for Credence. That’s when the nightmares started.

To be continued…

PART FOURTEEN 

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Request: Hii I really enjoy reading your Divergent Eric imagines, could you write one where ‘Y/N’ (or you can give her a name) is a transfer from Amity and she is quite bad, so When Eric teases her about it she gets really sassy, it makes him kinda angry. He makes her stay back after training and the rest is up to youuu. Could you put some fluff and a lot of teasing and name-calling stuff. Thank youu


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 The punching bag barely moves. You laugh at your own misery, trying hard not to regret your decision. Leaving your family and friends behind was the hardest you’ve ever done. But Dauntless was an old dream, and now you struggle to pass the first stage of this stupid initiation. Well, maybe you’re stupid, thinking that you’re good enough or strong enough to pick Dauntless.

 “No. I will make it. I will.” You whisper, noticing Four stopping beside you.

 “C’mom, initiate. You’re better than this.”

 “I’m trying, ok? Can you please leave me alone?” It’s not that you don’t like Four, he’s a nice guy actually, but when Four talks to someone, Eric quickly follows him. You don’t know why, but you do know they hate each other. And now, guess what? Eric is coming your way. You take a deep breath, cursing Four between teeth.

 “Hey, Four. How’s our ‘banjo strummin’ softie’ ?” Eric stopped behind you, and you can tell that he has that idiot smile on his face.

 “I’m not in Amity anymore, so shut up.”

 “Are you mad, (Y/N)?” His voice is low, but it’s enough to make everyone freeze and stare at both of you. “You better get back to work right now, initiates!” Eric screams and everyone jumps. Not you. You won’t let him scare you.

 “I’m not mad. But I’m sure you’re blind since you’re calling me ‘banjo strummin’ softie’ when I’m wearing black.” The punching bag slightly moves, making Eric laughs. He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. Four is gone, that bastard.

 “I am your leader and you will show me some respect.”

 “I’ll show you respect when you do the same.” With a violent push, you’re free, turning back to the punching bag.

 When the day is over you follow your new friends out of the training room, but just when you reach the door, Eric calls your name. Twice. Rolling your eyes you stop on your tracks, waiting for everyone to leave.

 “I’ll be outside. Scream if you need me.” Four says in a low voice when he walks by you.

 Slowly you turn around, making your way to Eric, who’s standing near the punching bags. When you reach him, you notice that he’s looking at your hands. They’re bleeding, but you pretend the pain it’s just a ghost.

 “Do you miss your trees, Amity?” He breaks the silence.

 “If you called me to say this, I’ll leave right now.”

 “I’m your leader, you’ll do as I say.”

 “No, I won’t. Sorry if I’m not scared of you like everybody else.”

 Eric grabs your wrist when you give a step back. You gasp thanks to the sudden pain.

 “Pay attention, (Y/N), I won’t say it again.”

 “Let me go right now. Four is out there and he’ll come to beat the shit out of you!” Despite the fear, you manage to keep a confident voice  

 “Oh, really? Do you really think I care? You won’t get through initiation.”

 “Oh, really? Then why don’t you just kill me already?” You keep a straight face, trying to look brave.

 “Two options. I can kill you or train you. Choose.”

 “You would help a ‘banjo strummin’ softie’?” Ignoring your heart beating against your chest, you let laugh escapes your lips. Why would he do anything for you?

 “Who would guess? I kinda have a thing for fragile girls. And you have this… fire inside you. You’d be a good leader.” Eric let’s go of your wrist and you step back immediately. “What?”

 “Let’s make a deal. You help me get through initiation and maybe after I make it into Dauntless I’ll think about helping you with the leadership.” You smirk, walking away from him.

“For an Amity girl, you’re way too sassy.”

“That’s why I left, honey.”


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language. Hope you like it. 

anonymous asked:

If God loves and forgives us after we sin.... How come I can't ever seem to forgive or love myself after I sin? I'm constantly being held back in my walk with Jesus, because I can't forgive myself or love myself after I sin. What do I do? I know this is kind of heavy, but I really need help with this. I'm struggling and I'm about ready to give up this life.

Hey, thanks for reaching out to me. That’s very brave of you. I’m so sorry that you’re struggling with that.

I’d like you to consider this, God is always faithful to His promises. The number one thing you need to remember is that He will always forgive you and will never love you any less than He did before you were born.

However, people have to do deal with feelings. We might not feel like forgiving others or ourselves because the feeling of guilt is overwhelming us. Likewise we might not even feel loved by God or worthy of love. But we know for a fact that that’s not true.

It’s important to seperate feelings from the truth. So when you feel like you can’t forgive yourself, hold on to the sober truth that God has forgiven you and He wants you to forgive yourself.

Also, please pray for Him to help you with this. Just pour your heart out to Him. God won’t forsake you.

I have been having issues with my triad. We love each other but it’s still new to all of us and because of my past monogamous marriage I have some jealousy and anger issues to work through. I want my hubby and our girlfriend to be happy but I feel like I’m ruining their time together because I have this thought in my mind that he is gonna leave me and our unborn child even though I know he won’t. I have talked to him about this and he reassures me but that fear is still there and idk what to do about it. Any advice?

Hi! Let me start by saying that going poly from a previously closed, established relationship is a TOTALLY different animal from starting out in a new poly relationship, especially if none of you have practiced poly before. Not only are you at the bottom of your learning curve, but (in my experience) you also feel like you’re giving something up that you had gotten used to, something that was incredibly precious to you.

And I’m not here to tell you that’s wrong, that everything balances out, that you’re gaining something more in exchange for giving up exclusivity. The fact is that you are giving something up, and I’m not going to pretend it’s easy. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done – and for some relationships, my own included, it genuinely doesn’t work.

You may love each other to the moon and back, but the little things will start to build up and one day you may find yourself in a situation where you just can’t stand to have your life the way it is. Those are the harsh, cold facts.

NOW.

Here’s what I learned from that.

  1. Focus on individual relationships. While it is important to have a good whole-triad relationship, you don’t all have to hang out together all the time (if that is what you are doing), or even ever, if you find that the jealousy is easier to manage when things aren’t right in your face. If you have good individual relationships with each person in your triad, you’ll be much better able to talk things out when they need talking. (This is not to say that you shouldn’t also try to build a good three-way relationship, but consider it a next level on top of the two-way foundations.)

  2. Give yourselves enough distance. If things start getting tense, if you find yourself snipping at each other, you need to walk away. Otherwise, if you’re anything like me, it will get nasty, someone might yell, there might be hurt feelings, and you can’t ever undo that. Walk away, let yourself cool down, come back to it when you are ready to talk. You will thank yourself later.

  3. Be really fucking brave. Poly takes a lot of guts - it takes guts to push through the jealousy, and it takes even more guts to tell your partners, in a loving way, when something is bothering you, or when you need something from them.

Your husband loves you. Never forget that. But at the same time, don’t let yourself fall into the trap of thinking that that’s enough, because it isn’t – you are in for a lot of work, and so is he, and so is your girlfriend.

Make it loving, compassionate work, and someday it will be worth it.

12.06 coda

Next time Cas is back for real!

Tim Hortons is no Biggerson’s. But the menu promises that the breakfast sandwiches are hot and that they come with bacon and that’s about all Dean can ask for right now. 

He does almost have a heart attack when Sam leans over to whisper, “Make sure it’s not Canadian bacon. We’re in Canada.”

He flags down the waitress and explains, in explicit detail, how he would like his bacon cooked.

Jody and Mary are still waiting in the car. The four of them decide to eat there, away from the noise and civilians. The somber mood of the funeral has still carried over somewhat, and admittedly Dean’s finding it a little hard to choke down bacon after smelling burning flesh all morning.

“So, I got there kind of late,” Mary says through a mouthful of biscuit - apparently not plagued by the same loss of appetite that Dean is. “What were the other hunters like, anyway?”

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anonymous asked:

In honor of 2x09, how about Sanvers having sex for the first time after their reconciliation at the end of the episode?

I’m gonna change this slightly because I don’t want their first time to be make up sex but I will continue the scene and hopefully it satisfies!!!! <3 <3 <3

She feels Alex sigh in deep relief after a whispered thank you, and she keeps one of her hands on the small of Alex’s back, because she knows, she knows already, that that’s where Alex feels fear.

And she wants to comfort her, wants to tell her it’s going to be okay, that they’re going to be okay, because she never wants Alex to be scared, she never wants Alex to be in pain.

But the words stick in her throat, because she’s still scared, and she’s still in pain. So she settles for her hand on Alex’s fear spot, and hopes it’s enough.

Hopes she’s enough.

To make her not run again. To get her to stay.

Because others have left Maggie, and it’s broken her bones and it’s broken her spirit and it’s broken her heart.

But Alex? If Alex leaves, if Alex calls it, them, her, a mistake again?

There won’t be enough scotch and hot glue in the world to piece her back together. Because Alex is different, somehow. Alex is special, somehow.

And not because her sister is Supergirl.

Alex lifts her hand and runs it through Maggie’s hair, and the small action relaxes Maggie’s body, somewhat, relaxes Maggie’s defenses, somewhat.

“How does everybody not know?” she asks, and Alex pulls back from their hug, baffled, wondering if somehow Maggie talked to people at the DEO, if they told her they could tell that badass, devil-may-care Alex Danvers has something she’s never had before: a weakness.

“Know?”

Maggie chuckles. “About Kara.”

Alex splutters in relief, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Cat Grant figured it out, but we um… we managed to nip it in the bud as best we could.”

“Cat Grant’s supposed to be a smart woman.”

Alex beams. “You’re a smart woman.”

“Aw, Danvers, don’t tell me you’re gonna resort to random compliments to make up for your running.”

Alex sobers immediately, and Maggie curses herself for screwing things up, for not just taking a damn compliment, for destroying everything. Again.

“I am gonna make up for it, Maggie, I… I’m gonna be the best girlfriend you’ve ever had, I… I’m gonna be braver. Like you.”

Maggie furrows her brow and leans back on the kitchen island, arms crossed over her chest.

“Braver.”

Alex shrugs and tugs more at the hem of her shirt. “I know you, too. I know you’ve been hurt, I know… I know people… women… haven’t treated you like you deserve to be treated. Haven’t loved you like you deserve to be loved. And I… today, I became one of those women. Who just… yo-yoed you. Tossed you aside, begged you to come back. I know you, too, Maggie, and I know you’re scared. And I never wanted to give you more of a reason to be, but I did, I gave you a huge reason, and I just… you’re brave. For coming over, for… hearing me out. For giving me another chance.”

Maggie bites her lip and lowers her gaze, and Alex puts a gentle finger under her chin. Maggie lets Alex lift her face so she’s looking up into her soft eyes.

“Thank you. I value you, Maggie, and I… I’m gonna work really hard. Because that’s what you deserve.”

“Yeah, people don’t… people don’t tend to think I deserve all that much.”

“Maggie – “

“No, it’s fine, I don’t… I don’t wanna be all self-pitying, I just… I really like you, Alex, and I think I can easily… You’re not just another name on a list.” She chuckles and reaches up to touch Alex’s cheek, because she might be terrified, but she’s in this, because she can’t not be in this, because Alex, Alex, Alex.

“There’s only one Alex Danvers. Aaaaand I kinda like her being my girlfriend. So, yeah. You get a second chance.”

Alex bites the inside of her cheek and Alex smiles and Alex leans down slowly, slowly, asking Maggie with her eyes, and Maggie answers with her lips, and their kiss is slow, and their kiss is soft, and their kiss is tender, and their kiss is fear, and their kiss is forgiveness, and their kiss is acceptance, and their kiss is hope.

When their lips part their arms are back around each other, their bodies are pressed against each other, because one hug wasn’t enough, not for tonight, not for any night.

They only part when Alex’s stomach growls and Maggie smiles broadly, because this woman is perfect.

“Can I cook my beautiful lady dinner?” Maggie wants to know, and Alex squirms with a massive smile and reddened cheeks and a crinkled nose, and it is the cutest thing Maggie has ever, ever seen.

“Only if I can regale you with tales of my mission on another planet while you do.”

“Wait, shut up. Another planet? That’s where Kara and the others were? Way to bury the lead, woman! Spill!” Maggie laughs, and Alex obliges.

And as Alex talks, Maggie’s fear melts, because this kind of intimacy? Alex stealing ingredients and popping them into her mouth while Maggie cooks, Alex pressing random kisses to the back of her neck in between breaths, Maggie touching her waist each time she needs to get by to get something, Alex automatically bringing her things from the higher shelves when she sees Maggie going up in tip toes?

This is what they’ve both been missing all along, and damn, is it worth every risk.

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Requested By: @stephenie-mkm 



Since Scott had become a true alpha his time had been limited which was why English class, the only one on one time you got with your best friend, had become your favourite class. So when the twins slumped down, taking a seat either side of you, you sighed and glared forward not wanting to pay either wolf any attention.



“Hey cutie pie, you wanna tell us where Scotty went to?” You ignored the comment and moved your attention to the teacher who was talking at the front of the class.  Scott walked into the class, glaring at the twins as he took a seat behind you.



“Look who showed up.” The other twin muttered, grinning at his brother. The rest of the class went much of the same way, you and Scott ignoring them while they tried to gain your attention.

 



“Hey (Y/N) what class you got?” You turned to see Stiles and Lydia hurrying up the corridor behind you.



“Gym I think we’re doing track again which means I’ll be with Isaac.” You smile as Lydia hands you a bobble, knowing you well enough to know that you hadn’t brought one yourself.


 

“I’ve got lacrosse training with coach and Lydia’s got art.” Stiles mumbled, frowning when you chucked your gym bag at him and tied your (Y/H/C) hair into a messy bun.


 

“Well good luck just remember Isaac’s faster, last time you almost passed out.” Lydia smiled at you both before exiting to her art class, you and Stiles walked together until you came to the changing rooms where you waved him good bye and hurried to get changed.



 

“Well hey there cutie pie.” You had been doubled over, hands on your knees, as you tried to catch your breath.



“What do you want?” You grumbled. He grinned and held out a bottle of water which you gladly snatched from his hands, downing most of the liquid.



“Just thought I’d be nice and check on you… I mean I was on my second lap and I couldn’t run past you again without feeling mean.” He chuckled, taking the bottle back and walking up the path.



 

“Well… thanks for the water.” You muttered, following him. By the time you’d caught up with Isaac the class was over and you were more than happy to head to the showers and get into fresh clothes.



 

Lydia, Malia and Stiles were waiting outside for you and once Isaac came out of the boys changing room, his hair still soaked, you all headed to the library.




 

“Watch my bags.” You dumped your bags on the table and wondered around in search of a book you hadn’t read yet.




 

Aiden’s POV:

 

“Hey (Y/N)’s behind you.” Ethan muttered under his breath. I glanced over my shoulder and saw some guy talking to her, his hand snaking its way from her arm to her back. I could feel a bitter growl catching at the back of my throat and it wasn’t until Ethan placed a hand on my arm that I’d realised my eyes had shifted.



“So we should hang out sometime.” I looked back over to see (Y/N) backed against a bookshelf, trying her best to convince the boy to leave her alone without hurting his feelings.


“Thanks but I’m really busy.” She said quickly. When he moved closer I was surprised to find my brother stepping over to them.



“She said she’s busy so you can leave.” I joined Ethan’s side, glaring at the boy who just sneered at us.


 

“Come on Cutie pie.” I nodded my head away from the boy and placed a hand on her arm, leading her away, surprisingly she followed me.


“Thanks… I should go back to the pack.” She whispered uncomfortably. I nodded and smiled, making her blush a little as she left, thanking Ethan as she walked past him.



 

“Really you’re going to stick with cutie pie as a nickname.” Ethan smirked as I followed him out of the room.



“Yeah it makes her mad because she spends all her time trying to seem like a big, brave human.” I shook my head as we left the school and headed to our bikes.

 

 


 

“Hey cutie pie.” Aiden chuckled when you jumped and swung the basket of food you were holding at him. “Woah, sheesh just saying hello.”

 


“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I thought you were… something you know, scary.” You blush as he lets go of the basket and makes a face in mock offence.


 

“I’m terrifying.” He frowned at you.


 

“Not really… I mean sure when you first came to town we were scared but now…” you trailed off as you tried to reach a jar on a high shelf, mentally cursing the store for putting it up so high.


 

“Aw Cutie pie, looks like your too short.” You glared at the smug werewolf, who rolled his eyes and grabbed the jar for you. he followed you around the rest of the store, helping you fetch things and carrying the basket when it got to heavy.


 

You spent most of the time trying to figure out why he’d been so nice to you for the last few weeks, the other told you he just wanted to get into Scott’s pack but he never brought up the pack when he was with you, he was more concerned with whatever you were doing or wanted to do.


 

“Um… hey do you need help carrying those home?” You turned to face Aiden with surprise, you hadn’t expected him to offer.


“If you can manage some bags… gee thanks.” Your blush was clear to the both of you but thankful he preoccupied himself with taking all of your bags, using his werewolf strength to carry the heavy load all the way to your door.


“Well now, seeing as I’ve helped you all week I think you owe me something.” He smirked at you, the smug look quickly slipping from his face when he saw you panicking. “Oh no I meant you should go out with me, like on a date.” He set the bags down on your door step and looked at you expectantly.


 

“Oh sure, there’s a lacrosse practise match tomorrow and Lydia’s got something going on so… I have free time that I was going to use to study…” You drifted off in thought only looking up from your hands when Aiden ruffled your hair.


“See you tomorrow then Cutie pie, I need help with English anyway.” He winked and jogged down the road leaving you a little stunned.



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anonymous asked:

I love your writing and have been admiring it for a very long time, I was wondering you could write a sterek AU with the prompt: "we casually hook up at parties sometimes but this time you got so drunk you couldn’t make it all the way back to your dorm so i let you crash in my room because it was closer and it turns out you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning, fuck" Im not even kidding I need this like air

The first time it happens, the music’s too loud for Derek to hear much. All he knows is that Stiles (Derek had to ask him to repeat his name, twice), was wearing extremely tight, extremely flattering jeans, and he spent the entire evening looking at Derek. Their eyes would meet and he’d smirk, take a sip of his beer, look away, make Derek want him to cast another glance his way. 

So, he’d done what he did best, and hovered in the corner, nodding along to whatever anecdote Erica was shouting in his ear, and kept one eye on Stiles. Eventually, when Erica abandoned him to start up a slow grind with Boyd in the living room, Stiles had sauntered over. 

“Your girlfriend looks like she’s having fun.”

Derek had snorted, shaken his head, “Not my girlfriend.”

“Huh,” Stiles had held his eye, the twitch of a smile on his lips, “So, you’re single and ready to mingle?”

“Not exactly.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not a fan of mingling.”

“Single, but a hermit?”

“Pretty much.”

Stiles had given him a purposeful once over, drained the last of his beer, “You feel like comin’ out of your shell for the night?”

Derek laughed, “Do lines like that ever work?”

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30 Day Writing Challenge!

Title: It’s Time

Rating: I guess G? Maybe T irdk Noya curses so there’s that

Sumarry: Hinata tells the team

WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE. No excuses bc I really haven’t been super busy??? Yeaaahhhh. But I have this whole thing planned out now! So hopefully I’ll be able to spit something out at least once a week! Sorry about the huge wait, I feel like a jerk bc I even got a message asking if I was continuing this ;-; the prompt for this was accusation. Hinata does get accused of something but also accuses himself of being what he is. It’s more lighthearted accusing bc I couldn’t make myself write something that would make Hinata actually cry. (that’ll come later) I mean what.

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Under a Blood Red Sky

a/n: enjoy some teenage!phan bein gay as usual ok

Summary: Dan’s parents aren’t taking his coming out as trans very well and Phil comforts him.

Words: 1k

Warnings: angsty kind of but like idk mostly fluff, transphobia mention.


It was late, 2 or 3  the morning. They’d been in bed talking, at times very much not talking, and then talking some more.

Phil’s parents were away for the weekend, gone to visit his grandparents in Cambridge or something for new years, surprisingly leaving Phil alone in the house. Phil wasn’t complaining though. He got to spend more time with his boyfriend.

“Wowzers. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year…” Dan mumbled, turning his head with a sleepy wondrous grin on his face. “And you’re still fucking gay.”

“Hey,” Phil said, putting his hand on Dan’s stomach, his index finger making a slow ring on the skin there. “Watch your fucking mouth…”

Dan slaps his hand away. “That tickles.”

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anonymous asked:

happy coming out day!!!! your wedding photos are so perfect they give me life!! when did you come out if you don't mind me asking?

Thank you! 

Let see I came out a couple of times. I did a lot of thinking and researching before I came out, I had a feeling that there was something that I wasn’t dealing with or something I was pushing down, but at first I was too afraid to think about it. So the very first time I talked about being gay (I first came out as bisexual, but within two days I admitted to myself that I was in fact a lesbian.)  It was the day after the election in 2008 lol! I called up my friend and sat on the steps in the stairwell and it took me like an hour to figure out how to say it, but I eventually did, she didn’t respond well- I mean she kept questioning me asking why I thought I was, but she was eventually supportive, and then suddenly she took a turn and started being really homophobic and racist among other things so we aren’t friends anymore. 

Within a week or so of coming out to my friend I ended up coming out to my parents, they took it horribly like my mom admitted that she wanted to kill herself after finding out. They were brutal they sat me down and told me I was a disgrace and disgusting. Their big issue was what would their friends think of them. My relationship with my parents has been strained ever since, it’s getting better, especially since I’m married there is a permanence to it and they are much kinder to my wife now.  There was a time, probably two or three years ago when for the very first time, my mom was talking with friends and family and she referred to my wife as my partner, not my friend, it was incredible, I could really see how far she has come, and how much she was trying. So our relationship has definitely grown, but it was pretty rough for many years, but I finally feel like I have their respect again. 

I honestly am so thankful for my amazing friends, my wonderful roommate (who wasn’t my roommate at the time), even other family members were all supportive and they really helped calm the situation down, and if it wasn’t for them supporting me I would have felt really small, and really lost. 

So my coming out wasn’t great, but I look back on it with respect for how brave I was. How despite being called a disgrace by two people I loved and trusted I didn’t waiver, I stood up for myself, and I listened to their hateful words, and I continued not only living my life, but enjoying it. 

Broken Blades Ch. One

Here it is guys, my new story. I am giving it a try but if it won’t pick up your interest meaning not many people will like it I doubt I will continue it so please after this chapter let me know what you think!

Zendaya was sitting in her kitchen at the high bar stool with her laptop on top of the counter. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled as she stared at the screen with focused face.

There was a buzz around her as she was surrounded by her manager, parents, someone from press and many many more people she didn’t even recognize.

But she didn’t pay any attention to them either as she was focused on her task.

The echoed voice from the tv that was playing in the living room were heard in the whole house.

Breaking news! The aspiring young figure skater Zendaya Coleman or as a public liked to call her Sparkle

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