that moment when we turn my boyfriend into a girl

It is strange, that men are so easily familiar with telling girls what we want. A narrative that seemed unshakable, a golden crown that touched any head who wanted our satisfaction.

Girls want jerks. They care too much about cars and looks.

our love of cars has nothing to do with men; a corvette has never made me want to sleep with someone when i could be driving. we develop methods of avoiding the predators; call them fuckboys, tell her not to answer. We develop a single look shared between two girls; an immediate stay back or i’ll step in if you need help that comes in the shadow of shallow men. and those of us who fall for the wrong man: we never dreamed our lives would be full of this, our love turning bitter - and we’re blamed for it.

Girls don’t want nice guys.

I am dating a genuinely kind person when I’m told this. when he approached me in the library he was banking on hope; becomes angry in the moment i refuse him gently. i watch him transform and i’m trapped by the desk: he goes from nice to cruel in a matter of seconds. he tells me i’m ignorant, that he could have been there for me, been there until the end. he doesn’t need to meet my boyfriend. i’m just incapable of making my own decisions because of my silly hind brain that belongs to all women. It is the first exchange I have with him and the last one. i am now a “dumb bitch” forever on his list, sadly “one of them” even though frankly i don’t mind it.

drunk girls are asking for it.

drunk girls have to have perfect habits; go out in pairs together, tell each other goals and secrets, promise at the start of the night that they’ll be going home together even if the other one has to pick up the pieces. count liquor in secret codes, say, i’m just going to the bathroom with my girl so later we can say i just want to go home; drunk girls get caught and when we say do you want him they say no, take me home, i do not.

girls just want someone who compliments them.

he follows her from class to class, eyes wide but mouth never speaking. he texts her under the desk and i see her shudder, just a little, but visibly. later when we’re drunk we’ll laugh about how he talks about her glorious titties but for now he’s posting on facebook about how women are shallow and know nothing. in the meantime, i watch her flinch every time she meets his eyes. in the last message he sends, he tells her, fine bitch, you were ugly the whole time and i never meant any of it. later on his blog he’ll talk about how he hates these stupid women.

girls in tight clothes are flaunting it. 

girls just want to get home in one piece. we wear baggy clothes and are harassed for being slovenly in the same train station that we were harassed for looking nice for a moment. we stand just a little closer to each other when the words start coming. men look at videos of women being catcalled and they scoff and say, can you blame him? and are surprised when we say, yes, i can, they tell us that they know what we mean when we wear a black turtleneck. what we mean? we just want to get home in this.

girls want an alpha male. girls want someone who puts them in their place. girls want a real man, girls want an asshole, girls want violence.

girls don’t believe in the alpha male myth because girls spent too much time studying wolves from middle school to college; girls would rather be a wolf than put up with this. girls believe their place is just where they are, for as long as they want to belong there; girls are quite fine making their own place; girls would like their place to be the white house. girls want girls. girls want someone who will love them, the way most people do. they just want to be alive and have a good time of it. 

but then, i don’t know if all girls do. because we’re not one hind brain, not one orb of desire that can be cracked by following an equation that someone developed by making up rules; put in nice, use compliments, send dick pic and hope she falls in love with you. there’s no right way and that’s the fact of it. treat us like we’re people. like we each want different things. like we have something new called a personality.

“I know what women want,” the man announces, “trust me.”

The Song She Wrote | Jughead x Reader

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word count: 2,193

Listen to: She’s Not Me, Pt. 1 & 2 – Zara Larsson ;; Close to You – Rihanna

A/N: I don’t claim the songs mentioned in the story to be mine. Anyway, second Jughead imagine, yay! I didn’t really proofread this so I still hope you guys like it!


It had been approximately 11 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days since our relationship fell apart in the middle of the Drive-In that cold December night. I could still remember how the snow fell upon her (H/C) hair; how some particles of it settled on the tips of her eyelashes. Her cheeks burned a bright shade of red from being in the cold. Her lips, painted with a muted shade of mauve, quivered. And her eyes, oh god, her (E/C) eyes; they were always shining. But that night, they were dull with tears threatening to spill out. But despite being in that state, I still thought—and think until now—that she’s beautiful.

She was everything that a guy would want. She wasn’t perfect as a human being per se, but in my eyes she was and still is. She’s compassionate, diligent, and frank. She’s the student body vice president. She’s a straight A student. She teaches piano on the weekends to anyone who wants to learn how. And nobody else knows apart from me, but she has the most amazing voice I have ever heard. I always used to ask her to sing for me when I’ve had a bad day.

But all of that changed when we fell apart in the middle of the Drive-In that cold December night.

“Jughead?”

I shot up, only to find Archie and Veronica in front of me. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, still a bit disoriented from my thoughts.

Veronica looked at her boyfriend warily before turning to me. “Are you alright, Jug?” she asked.

My eyebrows furrowed as I scoffed. “I’m peachy,”

Ronnie didn’t respond anymore. She whispered something to Archie before leaving the two of us. I looked around the cafeteria, trying to find the girl who occupied my mind moments before Archie and Veronica ruined my reverie. And there she was, in the middle of the cafeteria, sitting with her friends from the student council, laughing and smiling. The long, perfectly curled hair is gone and she’s traded it for something shorter yet still keeping the curls. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t glowing. I felt my heart sink to my stomach.

Archie cleared his throat. “Is this about (Y/N)?” He whispered.

My eyes widened at him, my heart started to beat fast. “No! I have Betty. (Y/N) and I are long gone Arch, you know that.” I snapped, picking at my food.

“Then why were you staring at her a few minutes ago?”

I looked at him incredulously. Archie gave me a look that says he knows I’m lying. I groaned, defeated. He just chuckled before turning away from me to look at her. She caught sight of him and waved, a big smile on her face. Archie waved back. “She looks happy,” he commented before taking another bite of his burger.

I didn’t answer him because if I did, I might break. Instead, I looked down on the food on my tray, a little upset that she noticed him and not me. But I can’t really blame her. Archie sighed from my lack of response. He eventually asked me if I was going to watch him at the talent show later that night. I simply nodded.


That night, I didn’t know what I was going to walk into. I could remember sitting at the very back of the auditorium, waiting for Archie to go up on the stage. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin didn’t know that I’ll be there. They were sitting at the very front.

Archie gave an amazing performance, I’ll give him that. But what happened next shocked almost everyone. She walked to the center of the stage where an upright piano sat. She sat on the bench and said to the microphone in front of her, “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’ll be singing an original song I wrote. This is She’s Not Me, I hope you’ll like it.”

Her fingers started to dance across the keys. I didn’t know she auditioned for this. She always said that she never wanted to sing in front of a crowd.

She doesn’t love you like I do

She doesn’t have my name

However she tries to act like it

She’ll never be the same

But she’s new, and she’s beautiful

You’ve never been in a fight

Yeah, it’s awfully perfect now

But you just know deep inside

I sat up straighter, my hands gripping the edges of the armrests as I listened to every word. Is it possible that she wrote this song about me? No, she couldn’t have. I’m just getting a little too conceited now, right? But I was frozen in my seat. God, I missed the sound of her voice. I couldn’t help but think if she did write it about me. And I got my answer on the next verse which hit me the hardest.

Does she have any humor?

Does she laugh at your jokes?

Can she look past the rumors?

Does she know how it goes?

Aye, or is it none of my business?

Do you go to the movies?

Do you make out in the park?

Do you stay up for hours?

And just talking the talk?

Aye, or is it none of my business?

Does she know ‘bout the bracelets that were two of a kind?

Did you save, did you save it like I did mine?

Aye, or is it none of my business?

Would it make any difference if I got you alone?

If I called, would you listen?

Would you hang up the phone?

Aye, or is it none of my business?

When she finished, she left the whole auditorium in awe. It took a few seconds before everyone shot up from their seats and applauded. She stood up from the bench and bowed, a small smile playing on her peachy pink painted lips, before leaving the stage.

To say that I was left dumbstruck that night is an understatement.


It had been three weeks since the talent show. Three weeks since she unveiled a talent of hers that only I knew before. Three weeks since I heard of the song that has been on loop in my mind, it’s driving me crazy. Three weeks since she clouded my thoughts with her and her alone.

It was a little after 8 PM when I left the Blue and Gold office. The hallways of the school were deserted and dark, but one lone door has light shining out of it at the end of the hallway. Confused, I walk towards the room, only to hear someone singing inside and messing around with the keys of a piano. Inside the music room, her back was facing the door, her hair bouncing every once in a while as she played and sang.

Somewhere close to yo—fuck, no, wrong note, (Y/N)!” She scolded herself, completely stopping. She took a deep breath before starting over. Her fingers delicately started to play before she opened her mouth to sing.

Nothing but a tear, that’s all for breakfast

Watching you pretend you’re unaffected

You’re pulling our connections, expecting me to let you go

But I won’t

I know you don’t need my protection

But I’m in love, can’t blame me for checking

I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes

She didn’t notice me come in. She just continued to play. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed across my chest and listened to her sing.

After a few minutes, I pushed myself off the wall and did my best to silently walk closer to her, taking a seat on the stool closest to her. Just sitting there, that close to her whilst she sang and played the piano brought back memories of her and me. In that moment, I wished it didn’t have to end. But it did. When her fingers played the last notes, I clapped and that was my mistake because I did it out of habit. She was startled—her eyes popped open, her body jumped a little as she let out a yelp.

She didn’t even hide how surprised she was to see me. Her mouth hung open, her eyes not blinking, her cheeks furiously blushing. “J-Jughead, what…how long have you been there?” she stuttered.

“For most of the song. I was about to leave but I saw that the light was on and I went to check it out, and here I am,” I told her, a small smirk playing on my face.

“Oh,” was all she said before turning back to the piano. I stood up from my seat and sat next to her on the bench. I watched how her fingers would delicately press down on the keys mindlessly, as if to fill in the silence that clouded over us.

“You never told me you wrote songs,” I said, my voice a little quiet.

She chuckled beside me. “That wasn’t my song, that was Rihanna—”

“No, at the talent show. You sang a song that you said you wrote.”

(Y/N) froze, her fingers stopped playing. I could see her lips tremble. “Y-you were at talent show? And y-you heard m-my song?” She whispered. I nodded.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she said as she quickly stood up, walking to the middle of the room, her back to me once more. I sighed before walking over to where she was. I placed my hand on her shoulder, making her face me. Her eyes were scared and hesitant, as if I walked in on her secret. Her arms were crossed across her chest.

“Look Jughead, I’m sorry you had to hear that song. We broke up and I had no other way of coping but to write my feelings out and it may have turned out a little angsty.” She whispered, not meeting my eyes. She continued to ramble on about how I shouldn’t have heard what she wrote and how sorry she was, especially when she saw Betty after the show.

My hands instinctively went to the sides of her face, cupping them before pressing my lips on hers. Not because I want to shut her up already, but I really wanted to kiss her after a long time. She was shocked, but she kissed back when she realized what I was doing. Her hands went to the back of my neck as I pulled her in closer. She pulled away as I let my forehead rest against hers, my hands on her waist.

“Oh my god, we shouldn’t have done that. You have Betty and you just—“

“Betts and I broke up, (Y/N).” I cut her off. She frowned. “You see, when I heard your song, you hadn’t really left my mind since. Actually no, that day you suddenly came back to my mind. And after that night, I realized something,” I paused, stroking her cheek.

“What did you realize, Jug?” she asked softly.

My eyes scanned her face, a small smile crept upon my lips. “I never stopped loving you, (Y/N). And I guess Betty realized that as well, telling me that I was an idiot for letting you go and how she thinks we’re better off as friends anyway.” I chuckled. She only shook her head as she giggled before pulling me into another kiss.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, biting her lip. I raised an eyebrow in return. “I’m still in love with you, too, Forsythe.” She grinned.


The following week, (Y/N) and I sat in our booth at Pop’s after school. I watched her as she typed up something for the student council, occasionally sipping on her milkshake. She must have noticed me staring when she said, “I know I’m a little busy but seriously, take a picture Jug, it’ll last longer.”

“Why would I when looking at the real thing is better? Plus my view is spectacular,” I winked. Her cheeks burned red before playfully slapping my arm. I put my arm around her waist, pulling her close before planting a kiss on her temple. “I love making you blush,” I chuckled.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY’RE ENDGAME!” We heard Kevin shout from the entrance, causing Archie, B, and V to shake their heads and laugh. They made their way to us, Kevin, Archie, and Betty sitting on the other side of the booth while Ronnie sat next to us.

“No offense B, you and Jug were cute, but this is my OTP and I never gave up on them. Look at them now!” Kevin gushed. Betty laughed. “None taken! Besides, I always thought they were better together.” She said, her voice full of sincerity.

“Well, I for one am happy that (Y/N) is finally back with the Sad Breakfast Club.” Ronnie beamed at (Y/N). I looked at her while they talked. Her (E/C) eyes were shining again, her smile wider than I’ve ever seen them.

Thank god for that song that she wrote.

One Girl and Two Boys - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader is dating Steve until he gets hit during a mission. Slowly, Reader and Bucky will get to know each other better and transform their friendship into something else.

Word Count: 1,354

Warnings: Language, Angst, Major Character Death (it’s still a love triangle just bear with me)

A/N: Oh God, what did I just do… ;) joke, I have a plan

(cross-posted to Ao3)

[Part 1]

Originally posted by lilyfrankenstein

Originally posted by sheisraging

A few days passed and the super serum was slowly wearing out. The constant bickering with Tony was starting to exhaust you. When he asked you to join a mission, you looked at him as if had grew another head.

“Are you serious?”

“I know you’re worried about Steve, but lives are in danger and I need you on the field.”

“I’m not going.”

“God, have you always been like this or did Rogers rub off on you? You’re as stubborn as a mule!” He shouted and saw that everyone was watching from the living room. He put both palms down on the table and leaned forward.

“I know you’re under a lot of pressure. You’re worried sick, and I am too,” Tony said calmly. “But we have to keep going. It’s hard enough to see the man who killed my parents in cold blood walk around the building that I own.”

You sighed and slumped down in your seat, rubbing your fingers over your tired eyes. “Tony, we’ve been in this kind of situation before, but this one? This one is different and honestly, I don’t think I can go on like this.”

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In Another Life. Part Twenty-One.

Summary: Things heat up between them during rehearsal week for their samba and later, at the shooting for Trevor’s music video one of them almost ruins everything they’ve worked so hard to keep secret. 

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This year, as a Christmas present from my best friend’s parents, I got a Warped Tour ticket to the Maryland Heights venue on July 2nd. I was so excited due to the fact that it was my first Warped Tour. A few weeks later I found out a very special man was going to be there. I started crying instantly. You see, this someone is my hero. I’ve been literally through hell and back and he, All Time Low, and Pierce the Veil are the only reasons I’m still here.
So, I got to Warped, met VeeOneEye, saw my favorite bands (that were there), walked around a lot, and bought merch. The whole time, I was looking for him. I found his tent and asked how much the tickets for the meet and greet were. They said to check out the Kia tent, and I did. They were all sold out. I started crying. I thought my chances were shattered. So, I went to sit on a hill. I was there for a bit when I noticed a line forming in front of the Kia tent. I went to check it out, and sure enough, it was him. I started crying again, because I could see him, but I couldn’t actually hug him and tell him how much he meant to me. So, you know what I did? I sat down. And waited for him to finish. I was going to get a hug one way or another. I waited and waited. I was there for about an hour.
Finally he finished. He came over, since a small crowd had gathered with me. He told us to follow him to his tent, and I did. There, I waited for about half an hour for the crowd to go down. As soon as he turned to me and smiled, I ran into his arms and hugged him, while crying. He asked me what my name was, I told him, and then he noticed I was crying. He asked what was wrong and I told him he was my hero. He smiled and that’s when the crowd noticed I was crying, too. One girl smacked her boyfriend to get him to stop talking so we could have a moment. I couldn’t speak after saying my name, so when he asked if I was going through hell, I just nodded. He was fighting tears as he said, “You know what, I’ve been going through shit, too, and honestly, you guys keep me going. So, in a way, Emily, YOU are MY hero. You are not alone. You’ll always have me.” I gave him a few more hugs, totaling out to six, asked for an autograph, got this picture taken, and continued on with the rest of my day, but not before he made me promise to find him next year and tell him how I’m doing better.
That, dear BryBry, is the story of how I met you.

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I had never seen him like this....

Luke was usually so giggly and soft. My dorky boyfriend was a gentle giant, nowhere as intimidating as his height led others to believe. But now, his face was hard, no sign of laughter anywhere. His shoulders were tense and he looked about ready to kill someone.

“Babe,” I place a tentative hand on his arm. “It’s okay, really.”

“No it’s fucking not,” Luke practically spat. Luke shook my hand off of him and marched over to the asshole laughing at the bar, his hands clenching into fists beside him. They guy at the bar looked momentarily startled by Luke, but smirked when he saw me standing behind him.

“Oh does the little princess need protecting?” That asshole sneered, laughing with his friends.

I was about to punch the asshole myself, when Luke’s hand reached out and grabbed the guy’s shirt, pulling him close. “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.” Luke all but growled. “You ever touch her, or any girl for that matter, without her permission, I will find you and I will kick your pathetic ass.” Glaring, Luke shoved the guy into the bar, and turned, pulling me out of the bar behind him. The moment we stepped outside, Luke turned and pulled me into a hug. “Are you okay?” he murmured in my ear.

“Of course I’m okay. Thanks for going all ‘over-protective boyfriend’ for me.”

“I’m not over-protective. I just want to keep my girl safe.”

send me half a sentence and I’ll finish it

I have been debating whether I should post this on Tumblr or not (seeing as that I already posted this on Twitter and Instagram, why the hell not) so ever since I was little, I’ve always been chubby, I was in a baby pageant when I was like 3(?) and I won “Miss Chubby”, at one point I was slim. In 2002(?) my dad got offered a job in Kwait and Iraq to drive Military and civilians around, so of course my mom and I moved from where we were to be closer to my dad’s family, and I hated it. I didn’t like the change, and I wanted to go home. So we ended up moving back to our old house and I started 4 grade(we moved in the summer of 2003) and that’s when my problems started. I was severely bullied in Elementary, and I’m talking about badly. He stole my backpack once and dumped corn and chocolate milk in there, he would hit me and pull my hair, he would make fun of my last name and make me cry and none of the teachers helped. It got so bad that I was switched out of class to another class. At this point, I wanted to kill myself. The cops didn’t help, my dad’s warnings to the bully didn’t help. I had no friends, so I was alone. I was 11 when my world changed. My mother was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer, Stage 4(the deadliest kind of cancer since it takes 1 and 4 women) everything just changed and I had to grow up fairly quickly, due to the fact that my father wasn’t around because he was out on the road making money for us. It was hard, always fearing that one day during class my sister or aunt would come into my class and tell me my mother was dead, the doctor told her she had a 5% chance of living and just basically told her “start making arrangements for your husband and daughter and start writing a Will.” so my mother, being kind hearted as she is, told my school principals and counselor about the situation and of course none of the students knew about my mother, which led to the bullying and constant teasing until one day my Science teacher told them, after this kid was picking on me and I ran out of the classroom, after that everyone thought I was contagious or something (we didn’t know at the time since we were in 6th grade). By high school, my freshmen year, I was a bitch and a huge one. I became a bully because I was tired of being bullied myself. People hated me and I didn’t care, I was a cunt but I was also depressed. My mother and I started fighting a lot after her chemotherapy and radiation, it was constant. We yelled at each other, she would slap me, and scream at me, so in turn I used my anger to bully people in high school. So by sophomore year I slowly stopped being a bitch, until this one girl pissed me off so much, she actually called the cops on me, but then around December I met the love of my life, I was so fucked up and hateful when I met him. At first he added me on MySpace, then on Facebook, and that’s when we actually started talking. I fell in love with him the moment we spoke, and he fell in love with me. At the time I had a boyfriend but it didn’t feel right being with him, so I broke it off and started dating Brandon. It was bumpy at first since all of his friends HATED me, but we got through it. I was Brandon’s first real girlfriend, and he was mine(since I don’t consider 2 months a relationship) we started dating on Valentines day (super cliche) I was his first kiss, which was cute because he was so surprised when I kissed him. Brandon constantly reminded me that I was beautiful, but I always disagreed, it wasn’t until he told me he truly thought I was beautiful inside and out that I believed him, slowly but surely I stopped being a cunt and actually started being nice to people. Junior year and Brandon had graduated, by this time he and I we’re dealing with not seeing each other a lot, which hurt, sometime in November we broke up and stayed broken up for a while. So, I was really into finding a relationship, it was hard, being in love with someone and being with someone else. I didn’t have many friends, maybe 2 or 3. I stopped talking to most of my friends because I just wanted to be alone, and just stay alone. But that didn’t happen, I was failing a lot so I had focus on school instead of my friends. I don’t really remember much from my last two years of high school, it’s like a blur to me. So the reason I’m posting this picture is because I am now (after all these years) finally loving my body, curves and all. My family had always picked on me because of my weight and style choices but I always said I didn’t care but inside I did care. Always being compared to my sister and cousin kind of hurt…a lot. So now, I am proud to be able to love myself and enjoy the fact that I’m happy in my own skin. I love my chubby tummy, and thunder thighs(which are my favorite thing about me) so this is important to me, being able to love myself after being bullied, a bully, and hateful for so long. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Moments in camp 03 - Caught off guard

Have I ever told you this one time in camp that I had to come out to my camp mate, Jerusha in accident? woops. Great thing is that she took it all very well! Honestly I almost shitted my pants when I’m telling her about my gender identity and sexual orientation, because I never thought anyone in camp is open enough to accept these kind of things and turns out that she used to date girls too back in highschool, now she has a boyfriend. We’ve became great pals after this because we understand each other, we’ve helped and supported each other a lot as well.