that will clearly make me cry

Credit: @DH_fall_

Guys, this make me weak… I’m so weak for this! The translation is here (thank @dongmarkchu so much, God bless you), read it, the kids are so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! And it proves that how gentle and considering Donghyuck is, that he wouldn’t let his (favourite) hyung simply eat rice mixed with the leftover sauce. We always see Donghyuck roasts Mark but clearly, like Mark once wrote on the Rolling Paper for Hyuck, the devil kid treats Mark so well and I’M CRYING!  

6

— Lady books uber for her cousin and her kids.
— Driver messages the lady (who booked) thinking she’s the one who travelled in his car. Messages range from “I miss you” to “which city are you staying in”
— Lady who booked files a complaint with uber for unprofessionalism and shares on social media.
— Indian men call the lady a gold digger, a sociopath, a bitch for not blocking him and creating a huge social cry about it and “overreacting” because clearly the driver was just being friendly and was trying to flirt with her or woo her and she’s turning him down because he drives a taxi and not an Audi.

Again, THE LADY WAS TRAVELING IN THE CAR WITH HER TWO SONS AND DIDN’T NEED TO BE FUCKING WOOED.

I had decided to have a peaceful evening and not scream about YoI but I just remembered that in Yuuri’s final free skate

it’s the first time that Viktor actually reaches out after Yuuri as he leaves because he doesn’t want them to be separated, and the feeling is clearly mutual judging by Yuuri’s outstretched fingers 

and it makes me cry a bit because throughout all of Yuuri’s FS programs he has extended his hand towards Viktor as a way to show that the love in his programs are dedicated to Viktor himself 

and besides Viktor’s surprise at this fact in episode 5 he hasn’t reacted to Yuuri’s outstretched hand again up until the final episode (since the kiss in episode 7 was a reaction to the program as a whole and not just Yuuri’s final pose) so before and after Yuuri’s programs he hasn’t actually reciprocated this specific act of love from Yuuri  

AND THIS JUST TIES UP THEIR ROMANTIC ARC SO WELL BECAUSE IN THE LAST EPISODE WHEN YUURI REACHES OUT AS USUAL FOR THE FINAL TIME IT’S AS IF HE’S TAKING VIKTOR’S HAND AGAIN BECAUSE THEY’RE FINALLY AT A STAGE WHERE THEY FULLY ACKNOWLEDGE EACH OTHER’S LOVE FOR THE OTHER and the fact that they especially put focus on Yuuri’s extended hand this time shows how important this display of love is for Yuuri

It just makes me think of the lyrics that are so important to Viktor in Stammi Vicino, because it’s as if his outstretched hand is saying “stay close to me, don’t go. I’m afraid of losing you” and Yuuri’s act of reaching out again is his way of showing that he’s never leaving unless it’s with Viktor

NO WONDER HE’S SO SMITTEN BC SAME 

From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.


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I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 


Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 


Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.


I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message

LMAO REBECCA SUGAR IS A RADICAL FEMINIST AND SHE AIN’T TAKING SHIT FROM NO-ONE

Steven Universes new episode Rocknaldo is a reference to trans ideology. Ronaldo is against “rockpeople” (women) but when explained how rockpeople are really Crystal gems, he realizes that he was wrong. Then he insists that he is a Crystal gem (woman) too though he is a human (man). Gems tell him like it is (he ain’t a gem) but Steven tries to be nice and say that yea Ronaldo is a Crystal gem even tho he clearly doesn’t believe that himself. Ronaldo makes it all about himself (like transwomen often do in femalespaces) and tries to tell Steven how REAL gems would act. Steven is nice to him until he snaps and realizes how fucked up the situation is. Like women experience a peak rad moment when they get a bit too much shit from trans idologists.

The episode was perfect I’m both laughing and crying Rebecca did so well. Do talk to me about this I’d love to hear your thoughts on this wether you are a radfem or a genderist!

I Don’t Mean It (pt 7)

You hesitated to open the door. You didn’t even know if Taehyung was going to be there, but something told you that he was. You look through the little peephole as if you didn’t know who was at the door. Your heart sank when you could see all seven figures there. You smiled a little though as Hoseok leaned in close to the little hole and tried to peek back.

You opened the door slowly and greeted the boys, letting them into your apartment. 

The next couple of hours went by as they usually would have. Some of the boys raided your fridge, but to their dismay, it was rather empty. Taehyung didn’t bother even looking at you or talking to you, so you wondered why he even bothered to come. He eventually excused himself to get some air on your balcony. You felt a rush of cold air rush into your otherwise warm apartment as he slid the door open. You watched his figure walk out and promptly close the door behind him.

You finally felt a little at ease, but you still didn’t know how to confront him or when. The other guys noticed the strange look on your face.

“This actually worked out well. Less work on our part” Yoongi said out of the blue.

“What?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“We actually wanted you and Tae to talk things out but we didn’t really know how to get you two alone. But this works out” Namjoon said.

“Alone? What are you talking about” you asked again.

“Yeah…we’re going to go ahead and go. You two talk and figure this out” Jin said as he and the rest of the boys got up.

“You can do it Y/N!” Jungkook said as he patted your shoulder as he and the rest of the boys walked past you. You stood there in shock. You were finally, quite literally, forced to confront Taehyung.

You finally noticed Jimin standing in front of you, not realizing that he didn’t walk out with the rest of the group.

“You can do this Y/N. We’ll always be here for you, ok? Let me know how it goes” he says with a sad smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, but you could still feel your heart race.

A few moments after the six of them were gone, you awkwardly fidgeted around your living room, constantly checking to see if Taehyung showed any signs of coming back in. After a few more minutes, you had your back faced to the balcony, checking your phone after you received a few messages from Min Joo.

You heard the balcony door open and the cold air once again and you after what felt like a few hours, you turned around. Taehyung looked around the room and he seemed very confused. 

“Where are they?” he asked finally. You realized you hadn’t heard his voice in almost two months and you realized just now how much you missed it. 

“They uh, just left.” you said, trying to sound calm while it felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You hated confrontation with a passion.

“Why? You know what, nevermind. I’ll leave too” he said, starting to walk towards the front door behind you.

“Wait! Tae!” you said hurriedly.

Tae. You let the name slip. He probably didn’t like you calling him that. Not anymore at least. But little did you know that it made his heart skip a beat too. He missed your voice just as much as you missed his.

“What?” he asked dryly. He was afraid of showing any emotion because he was scared of forgiving you in a heartbeat.

“C-can we talk?” you ask, not daring to look into his eyes.

“About?” he asks bac.

“A-about us? I-I just want to know what really happened between us” you asked. You were trying so hard not to let the tears form but the stinging in your eyes told you that you didn’t have much longer till you broke.

“I think I already told you how I felt.” he said coldly.

“Taehyung what the hell did I do to you?” you say, wanting to finally get it all out. 

He groaned in response. 

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk Y/N” he said quite loudly. You flinched in response. “Why are you pretending to be so innocent? I know what you fucking did” he spat out.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, begging him to spill.

“Are you really going to pretend like you don’t know what you did Y/N?” he said, getting louder with almost every word. You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say back.

“The reporter? The article he wrote? The payment? Any of the fucking ring a bell?” he says.

“what? what reporter? what article?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“YOU TALKED TO A REPORTER. YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT ALL THE SECRETS I SHARED WITH YOU. AND YOU EVEN TOOK MONEY AS SOME PAYMENT. DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULDNT FIND OUT?” he was yelling now. If you weren’t scared before, you were now. You had never seen him so angry. He took a glass from the kitchen counter and threw it on the ground. The glass shattered immediately, almost as quickly as your heart.

“Taehyung I never talked to any reporter, let alone take any money.” you say through the tears.

“Oh just shut it. I know the truth, so stop denying it. How…how could you take advantage of our friendship like that? Take advantage of the rest of the members like that?” he asks with a sadness clearly evident in his eyes.

You were full out crying now, with your heart breaking more and more with every word he said. 

“Taehyung..I-I d-didn’t.” you said, starting to sob.

“SHUT IT. You..you’re disgusting” he says, heaving.

“You…You really believe that? You think..you think that lowly of me?” you ask slowly, still looking at the ground. “You really think I did something that terrible?”

“I wouldn’t put it beyond you.” he said coldly.

“And nothing I say would make you believe me?” you ask finally.

“What excuse could you possibly give. I would never believe you. You’re no better than the rest of them. Just wait until I tell the rest of guys. I never want to see you again” he spat out.

“I-I guess that’s it then.” you said

Taehyung took one final glance at you. He didn’t know why his heart sank seeing you cry the way you did. The way you looked completely broken. “she deserves it, though” he tells himself as he walks out the door.


A/N: omg finally the confrontation. I think I might go back to texts for the next part if it fits with the plot but I’m not sure yet. Want a part 8? Let me know or I won’t write one ha!  

Thanks for all the support so far! It’s been fun writing this series. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Like, Bellamy Blake is so SO beautiful. There’s this quietness to his beauty; it doesnt scream, its sings. Or rather it hums. He reminds me of the moon. And he loves so incredibly hard? Like, he would give up everything for the people he loves. And he tries, always he tries: to be better, to make things better. And when he hurts( clearly by virtue of Bob Morley’s acting prowess,all of this), you can hear the heavens cry? Oftentimes he reminds me of a tragic greco-roman hero, but I can never bring myself to imagine such an end for him. He has so much light in him, and hope. His promises are binding and his pleas are heartbreaking. He is such a ….BEAUTIFUL character. He believes in so much and stands his ground and YET he changes. He hurts and fights and is beaten bloody and yet he holds on to oaths long diminished. This is only a fraction of who Bellamy Blake is but woah. Bob Morley has turned him into something rare and beautiful and he deserves all the accolades for it.

Au where bokuto finds himself to be the single parent to a newborn child while in college. bokuto loves kids and is good with them but listen. no one is good with newborns. especially the child of bokuto, who would probs be a colicky mess and just as loud and needy as her father. 

so bokuto, at his wits end juggling raising a child, college classes, and volleyball, displays the same dumbassery that netted him a child and decides to summon a fucking demon to help raise the kid. enter akaashi, an incredibly powerful demon, an elite general and strategist of satan’s army, claimer of a thousand souls, etc etc and now apparently the goddamn babysitter of a noisy whiny child and his newborn daughter. but akaashi can’t refuse a contract so he and bo agree that akaashi gets his soul if the kid survives to adulthood and turns out relatively well adjusted

which means cue ~*~ adorable coparenting shenanigans~*~~  

  • akaashi, the right hand of the dark lord, has no fucking clue what to do with children and starts reading all kinds of bizarre child rearing books
  • “agaaaashi how do I make her stop crying” “try sacrificing a goat, that always appeased me when I was a young ghoul” 
  • the baby keeps trying to put akaashi’s horns and tail in her mouth. akaashi politely asks her to stop. she don’t give a fuck. 
  • “bokuto san I believe one of my many enemies has possessed your child, as she just projectile vomited across the room in a clearly unholy way” 
  • and of course. akaashi starts growing attached to bokuto and the child
  • bokuto draws angry eyebrows on the kid’s face because lol. he almost cries when akaashi asks why there is comical pictures on instagram of “our child”
  • “c’mon baby, say ‘papa’!” “ hail satan?” “asdffhjk AGAASHII” 
  • MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. bo dresses up as a devil, akaashi lets down his glamour so his demonic form can be seen and they dress their little girl up as an angel
  • “daddy some boy at school keeps bullying me. the teacher said it’s because he likes me” “kill him.”
Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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THE T-SHIRT THIEF | M

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,812

Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… 

Anonymous Requested: Being in a relationship with Taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut

cr.


You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.

At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned looking Taehyung coming into view.

“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.

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batsnotbutterflies  asked:

write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

HI I’M SKYler AND THIS TOOK ME LEGIT FIVE DAYS TO FINISH BUT SUCK MY ASS I DID IT

also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’

anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go



“Kiss me.”

Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows. 

“Again?”

Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”

He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible. 

“Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”

“You’ve said.”

Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face. 

“You’re blushing.”  

Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.” 

“Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”

“Shut up.”

They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it. 

They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven. 

Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his. 

“Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him. 

“Yes?”

Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked. 

“Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips. 

Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously. 

“Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”

Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”

Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing. 

Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction. 

“Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks. 

“Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”

Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”

Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”

Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”

Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed. 

“Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.” 

Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”

Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”

Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls. 

“Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’

Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly. 

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”

Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”

“Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”

Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”

Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body. 

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door. 

“Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”

Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy. 

They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist. 

Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together. 

“Dan…?” 

Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?” 

“It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”

Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well. 

“Let’s darken these up, shall we?”

Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work. 

Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way. 

Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him. 

“You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver. 

“Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point. 

Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up. 

Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new. 

Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared. 

Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely. 

“I love your ass.”

“You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”

Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”

Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”

“Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.” 

That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home. 

Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like. 

“Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”

That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck. 

Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall. 

“Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling. 

“You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”

“Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips. 

Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream. 

“I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response. 

Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up. 

“C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded. 

“Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.” 

Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.

“Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.” 

Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently. 

“C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”

Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go. 

Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet. 

Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully. 

“Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.” 

Dan bit his lip. 

“I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”

Phil grinned. 

“Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.” 

reasons why you, as an intellectual adult, should watch andi mack
- probably the first and only life-action kid show to feature an asian-american family
- interracial couples and mixed main characters
- subtle discussion of teen pregnancy throughout entire series
- breaks the basic family dynamic
- unique mother/daughter relationship
- andi’s black best friend is told that her hair is “too big” so she spends the episode trying to conform to white beauty standards until she realizes she loves her natural hair
- andi’s guy best friend is clearly gay
- “popular kids” depicted as friendly
- exceptional writing, amazing plot twists each episode, no fillers
- too pure for this world!!!
- this show will make you cry and smile trust me

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

[Lance]

•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.

[Keith]

•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

[Hunk]

•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

•OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

[Pidge]

•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

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“Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip; to touch anything is torture.” 

Losing you || Theo Raeken Imagine

A/n: this wasn’t requested, but after watching last week episode this idea came to my mind. It’s not the best but I hope you enjoy it! Remember to request something!

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 “Okay, we’re here, now what?” Theo asked as he nervously looked around the area you three were currently at. You guys decided to distract the ghost rider so they won’t take Scott and the others.

 It was probably a suicide mission, but you knew that you needed to save Stiles. Not only him, but everyone who was taken by these monsters. You, Theo and Liam were standing outside of the hospital since Liam said he knows where we can hide from them, when they come to take us.Theo stared at Liam and he was about to answer when he suddenly had an idea. He looked at the two of us and ran back to the cop car and reached inside to turn the siren on. Theo eyes almost bulged from his head and he ran towards Liam and yanked him from the vehicle.

 “Are you crazy! They will come right here for us!” He screamed at Liam, shoving him aside so he can get in the car to turn the siren off. Liam held his arm and pulled him back so he won’t go near the vehicle.

 “That’s what we have to do, dummy.” You said to Theo. “We lure them here, where they are far away from Scott.” Theo stared at you and then back at Liam before he yanked his arms from Liam’s grip and let out a sigh. 

 “I’m not doing this for you two. If anything goes south, i’m saving myself.” Theo said through gritted teeth, staring at you. You nod your head and walked passed him to get inside. You couldn’t wait for this to be over with, so you can relax and forget any of this happened. Once inside the hospital, you looked around to see if you can find anything that can help you to prepare for what’s coming. You hear Theo bickering with Liam as they walked inside, and you rolled your eyes at them.

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❝ Please take a chance on me...❞

Plot: Johnny (NCT 127) accidentally hurts your feelings in an argument and panics when you start crying

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

Words Count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by withsuh


‘Want to get some supper?’

‘No.’

‘Wanna watch a movie at my place?’

‘No.’

‘Get coffee?’

‘No.’

No no no was all you were getting from your boyfriend for the past month. The both of you had been together for only six months but it felt as if it was only two. Johnny was someone of your dreams. From his smile to his soft eyes, he was perfect to you. He expressed flaws but that was easily over looked because you honestly started feeling love towards him, but love that was getting hard to express. You knew the relationship with him would be tough considering him being an idol and also living in the dorms, but never in your life did you think it would be this hard.

Standing at the door of the dorms, you took a deep breath before knocking, ‘Coming!’

‘Just breath Y/N…’ You whispered under you breath before the door flung open and you were attacked with a hug.

‘NOONA!’ The person expressed, hugging you tightly and spreading a warmth you hadn’t experienced in a while from someone.

‘Hey Mark.’ You smiled at the younger, ‘I thought you were all going out?’

‘We are,’ He beamed, ‘We are just waiting for Taeil hyung, who is TAKING FOREVER!’

‘I can here you, you brat!’ Said male walked into the hallway, ‘Ah Y/N. How are you doing?’

‘Could be better.’ You knew you couldn’t lie to them.

The boys had become something of your brothers. You yourself was the same age at Johnny so everyone, besides Taeil, was like your little brothers. Even though you knew them for a short time, you loved and cared for every single one. Taeil had also become someone you tended to confide with over the past few months of being in their lives.

‘Well your prince charming is in his room,’ Taeil pointed out before shouting, ‘LET’S GO EVERYONE!’

‘Will you stop screaming?’ Taeyong cheekily responded, ‘We were all waiting for you to begin with.’

‘Yah you punk!’ The elder playfully grabbed him in a headlock before filling out after all the other members, ‘Good luck.’

‘Thank you.’ You smiled, closing the door and walking through the hallways and arriving at your boyfriends bedroom door.

The others went out with some of their fellow lablemates for the evening. Johnny opted to stay back and work on somethings for their comeback. You stood at the doorway and watched him hunch over the table and scribble something passionately on a piece of paper. Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms with a soft smile on your face.

‘Having fun there?’ You asked, seeing he got a slight fright but just went back to his business.

‘What you doing here?’ He asked, not even looking back at you.

‘Well I thought I could come see my boyfriend.’ You tried to lighten the mood by walking in and placing your hands on his shoulders.

He instantly tensed up before relaxing under your touch, ‘I am busy, Y/N.’

‘He said for the thousandth time.’ You narrated, turning the chair to face you.

‘What the f-’

‘You are always busy!’

‘Because I am,’ He rolled his eyes, ‘It’s not like I have all the spare time in the world.’

‘I am not asking for your entire day Johnny, but a measly few minutes would be appreciated.’ You looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

‘Well by the looks of it,’ He looked at his watch, ‘It have been about five minutes. There is your few minutes, Y/N. You know the way out. Goodnight Y/N.’

He stood up to get something from his shelf but you held his arm, ‘That isn’t what I meant.’

‘I am just busy Y/N, can you not understand that!’ His voice went louder.

‘I understand that Johnny, but I seem to be having more of a relationship with your voicemail then with you!’ You retaliated, ‘All I ask is for a few moments alone with my boyfriend!’

‘Is it a hug you want?’ He harshly took you in his hold, squeezing tight before releasing you, ‘Or maybe some alone time, because I do not know if you realised this, but we are alone and you are taking my time.’

You looked at the man before you and resembled the person you thought you were falling in love with, but this person was no longer him. He was no longer the happy chappy boy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but he was someone different entirely. The day you met him, you had been rushing university and he had bumped into you and caused all your belongings to scatter across the sidewalk. In a state, you apologised and then began to pick everything up but he had bent down and started helping you. That day was the day you met the most beautiful smile in your life.

‘Why are you being like this?’ Your voice was soft, tears threatening to brim.

‘Because I have a job Y/N! Something you are not aware of clearly. I know you don’t understand this but I work!’

‘I do work, Johnny!’

‘A part time job doesn’t count.’ He gritted his teeth.

‘Well what do you expect then!’ You throw your hands up in frustration, ‘I am still a student!’

‘That’s besides the point.’

‘Clearly, because my point is that I want to at least get a bit more time with you!’

‘I AM NOT YOUR FATHER, FOR FUCKSAKE Y/N!’ He screamed, ‘I can not just take off time just so you can be happy and get attention! You knew this from the beginning so why is it that you are having such an issue all of a sudden.’

‘IT ISN’T AN ISSUE!’ The first tear fell, ‘A simple hello would have been perfect.’

‘WELL HELLO!’ His facial structure became stern and strong, ‘Are you happy now?!’

‘Ecstatic.’ The tears now were falling as you took your hand to wipe them away, ‘I am sorry for taking up your time…’

The motion of you wiping your tears suddenly had him snap to realisation, but by then, you had already started walking to the door. You tried your best to hold back your sobs, but they just seemed to continue coming and echo down the long hallway. Slipping your shoes back on, you were about to open the door when all of a sudden you were spun around and hugged tightly. The tears doubled in quantity as you pushed the person away.

‘I am leaving, don’t worry!’ You shouted, ‘I am sorry for being such an inconvenience to you.’

‘Jagiya no-’ He tried to reason

‘Don’t you call me that! You have said what you wanted to and I am happy that you have said what was needed to. This spares me the broken heart.’ You tired to leave but he held your arm, ‘Let go of me! I won’t bother you and make you feel like my father!’

‘I didn’t mean that.’ He pulled you away from the door.

‘Really?’ You scoffed sarcastically, ‘Cause you sure sounded like you fucking did!’

‘I am just stressed Y/N, I honestly didn’t mean to snap at you. I really don’t know what has come over me, and I say this with all the honesty I can muster.’ He held both of your upper arms.

‘So shouting at me was you stress reliever?!’ You sniffed.

‘Yes, I mean no. UGH I DON’T KNOW!’ He said in frustration, ‘Just don’t go, please…’

‘Well why should I stay?’ You asked, pushing his arms away, ‘You clearly don’t want me around.’

‘This is going to sound stupid but during my anger I was fuming but as soon as I saw you crying….I-I panicked. There is something I vowed and that was to never make you cry-’

‘Well you clearly failed at that.’

‘Will you let me finish please!’

‘Sorry.’

The moment you heard him comparing himself to your father, you were ready to run out of the dorms and never look back. Now you stood in front of your escape and with the man, who had you running for the hills, standing somewhat broken before you. He was expressing such apologies that one half had you wanting to reject him and just ending it all together, while the other had you wanting to run into his arms and forgive him.

‘I said I would never make you cry and I did. It was over a stupid things and I blame myself for every bit of this fight. I have been so busy and frustrated because I want to make you proud Y/N…I want to be the boyfriend who has you happy all the time, the boyfriend that you are proud to call yours…..the boyfriend who can provide everything for you.’

‘Johnny…’ The tears started to subside .

‘Please don’t walk away from me…please take a chance on me and I promise I will treat you better. Please Y/N’ He pleaded, his voice breaking as you noticed he was starting to cry. ‘They say perfection has no place in love, but I will do anything you want me to do just so you want leave me…’

Taking a step forward, you pulled him into a hug as he fell to his knees with you in tow. His head was on your neck as you felt him sob. Softly you stroked his hair, as his arms wrapped around you and held you close. Rubbing his back as well, you lifted his head up with both your hands and wiped the tears with your thumbs before he spoke up.

‘I don’t need someone who sees the good in me, I need someone who sees the bad and still wants me….and I hope you will still have me.’ He whispered, eyes closed as you placed a kiss on his forehead, ‘I am so so sorry Y/N.’

‘It’s okay but next time, could you not use me as a stress reliever in that manner? Your voice matched his.

‘Never again.’

‘Can we pretend this never happened?’

He opened his eyes and looked deeply into yours, ‘No, this is a reminder to me. A reminder to be a better boyfriend and love you with every once of my heart.’

‘L-love?’ You repeated.

‘I will say this to you my love, meeting you in this crowded world was the best thing in my life.’ He brushed his lips against yours, ‘I love you so much…’

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happy new year! sorry for not posting anything new in so long, i’ve been super busy with school and the holidays, but i managed to find some time over the past few days to write this one. enjoy!

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ashton irwin & y/n
word count - 3883
warnings - sexual content, language

“Never?”

You were already regretting the words you had let slip out of your lips.

“You’re joking right?” Ashton asked. “You have to be joking.”

You couldn’t read his tone; and if he was about to start mocking you, you really weren’t in the mood.

“Just forget I said anything,” you said. You attempted to clamber to your feet; but before you even really had the chance to move, Ashton grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N.”

“Ash,” you said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I said forget it.”

He held your gaze for a moment, before his face broke into a grin. “Seriously Y/N, where the hell have you been finding the guys you’ve been fucking?”

You thumped him on the arm. “Ashton!”

“What?” he laughed. “I just want to know where my best friend has been picking up these losers that haven’t been able to make her cum.”

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Unlike Him: Part 2

After realizing something went wrong when Jughead and you were together, you realize that you might be pregnant. So with the help of Betty and Veronica, you are going to figure it out. 

Part 1

Part 3

Sorry it’s kind of a cliff hanger but I plan on making a part 3!

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            I ran straight into the girls’ locker room, thankfully finding total solitude in there. I leaned over the sink looking at myself in the mirror. I felt like I could throw up. My grip began tightening around the edge of the sink, turning my knuckles white, as I thought about how stupid I was to not make sure he was wearing a condom. If I was pregnant, this could potentially ruin both our lives. We would never get out of this godforsaken town. Of course I still loved Jughead, so my mind drifted to how he would never be able to become a writer like he wanted, because he will have to help take care of the baby. Wait- what if… what if he runs off. I could not blame him. I was the one who instigated what happened that night. I loved him, so I wanted him to be happy, and there was no way he would be happy stuck in Riverdale for the rest of his life with a child he doesn’t want and a career he doesn’t want, all because of a woman he clearly doesn’t want.

        Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the door to the locker room slamming open. I realized I was crying and quickly wiped off my tears before turning around to thankfully see Betty and Veronica. I didn’t know what I would do without them. They noticed my tears and both gave me a hug.

       “Is it what we think it is?” questioned Betty.

      I shook my head yes. I felt like I couldn’t talk, like I could barely think.

       “You still need to take a test right?” Veronica asked making sure. “Hey it could be negative for all you know,” she continued trying to lighten the mood.

       Betty could sense that it still did not make me feel better and she was right. I had to know, until I did nothing would help.

       “Why don’t I run to the store and buy them and Ronnie can wait here with you,” Betty said seemingly knowing just what I needed.

        “Okay,” I finally spoke up quietly.

       With that Betty was out the door. Veronica noticed I started crying again, so she pulled me over to a bench. We both sat down, her holding me, while I let out my tears.

       “You know, whatever happens Betty and I will be here for you,” she soothed.

        Truthfully I already knew that. Class will be starting in and few minutes and Betty willingly is going to miss it. If she did that for me I knew there was nothing she would not do. As for Veronica she was like a rock. She wouldn’t care what anyone would say about me, she would still stick with me through it. But the problem was not that. It was the men in my life. Namely Jughead, Archie, and my dad. Jughead did not even want me, why would he want our child. He would never forgive me. As for Archie, well he would probably kill Jughead over it, or at least try to, being the overprotective brother he was. Then he would proceed to yell at my for the neck 50 years of my life. And my dad, well all he wanted was the best for Archie and me. This was clearly not the best, and not part of my life plan for at least another 10 years. I was his little girl; he always believed in me and trusted me to know what to do. I was going to break his heart and he would never forgive me either.

      “I know you guys will be. You two are my best friends,” I voiced my thoughts to Veronica. “The problem is Jughead, Archie, and my dad. They will never forgive me”.

      Veronica sighed, she knew it would be hard to get them to accept it, but they all loved her, even Jughead did, despite what he told her.

      “They all love and care about you; they just want what’s best for you. And this was not what they had in mind. But since they care for you they will eventually move and get over it. They won’t be mad at you forever,” Veronica finished, noticing that her words made my crying die down a little.

      We stayed like, Veronica hugging me on the bench, until Betty came back.

      Barging through the door she begins to speak, “I didn’t know which ones were best so I got multiple ones”.

       As she dumped them on the counter I laughed. As little kids I don’t think Betty or I ever pictured that we would be doing this first semester of our sophomore year of high school.

      I ran and hugged her saying, “Thank you Betty. I’m going to go use these. Wait here for me”.

     They nodded as I grabbed the tests and ran off to the bathroom stalls that were situated off to the side of the girls’ locker room.

     After I was done I made my way out of the stalls and place the tests on the counter. Betty proceeded to set a timer on her phone. We all went to sit on the bench while we waited.

     When the timer went off I could not make myself move to go check. Veronica looked at me and realized I had no intention of getting up. So instead she went to check.

     After looking at them, she turned to me, with a straight face, and asked, “Are you ready to know?”

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