the more i look at them the more perfect they are

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

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It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

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Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Love Letters

Originally posted by joeck


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: zach dempsey fluff please!! 

Words: 1.735

A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.

- G.

Warning: Swearing


Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.

One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.

You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.

“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.

You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.

“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.

“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.

“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.

“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.

“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.

“I’m pulling your nose ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.

“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”

“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”

“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.

“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.

“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”

“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.

“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.

“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.

“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.

“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.

“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?

“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand.
You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes.
Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,

Take care always,
Zach
.

You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.

You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!

“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.

“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.

“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”

“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.

You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.

“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”

“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.

“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.

“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”

“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”

“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.

“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.

You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.

Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.

At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.


Queens of Mewni & Their Cheek Symbol

So, I just thought to make the list of the cheek symbols of the Queens of Mewni for my next analysis (the significance of these cheek symbols). The first column were the image of the queens, second is their cheek symbols, third is symbolism’s meaning I got from the internet, and fourth is what traits I think you needed to get that symbol in the SVTFOE universe (in short, what the symbol signifies). 

SVTFOE Card Suite Symbolism speculation:

Heart - people with this symbol are very lovable and has a distinguishing “charm” that naturally attracts people and come to her side. They prioritize their relationship with others compared to anything else and usually let their heart dictates their action (emotional). They are often found as center of the group

Spade - people with this symbol wields strong and fearsome power, even more powerful than normal and typical queens.

Diamond - people with this symbol have the tendency to take the center of command and shoulder the burden and responsibility by their selves. They dress in jewelry and finery, conducting their selves as befitting of nobility.

Club - people with this symbol have the “common” mindset. They appreciate the values that works for the greater whole of society and hates anything that could destroy the social order they are comfortable and grew up in already.

Color symbolism speculation:

Shades of purple - elegance, nobility, regal

Yellow - bright, lively

Pink - lovely, feminine, 

White - harmony, power, everything (as it is combination of all colors of light. That’s why Moon said you must give everything if you want to “dip down”)


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anonymous asked:

Just gonna say this real quick, Melissa has the broadest shoulders

I’ve already explained this here, but her shoulders aren’t actually broad. It’s just the little coat she wears. It has wide shoulders.

Here’s Melissa with her coat on:

And here she is without:

Her shoulders look broad, but they’re actually not. Her little coat sort of has padding, like shoulder pads in some suits women wear. Boy characters often don’t have shoulders (or you know, anything that would make them stand out like padding on a uniform), so because Meli is always hanging out with Milo and Zack, and not around other girls, it’s easy to say she has the broadest shoulders. 

Sometimes the animators will follow the character constructions to a tee and make sure to show the difference between Meli with the coat and Meli without, and sometimes they won’t get it right. But humans aren’t perfect, and whether her shoulders show as broad or not when wearing the coat is not a pressing matter lol. Not unless the show was focused on her shoulders XP

tl;dr: Compared to other boys, Melissa has the broadest shoulders. But she has shoulders as wide as any other girl on the show her age; the coat she wears is deceiving XD

My whole life

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Maybe language? body issues and human evilness in general

Request: @melconnor2007 .  “ Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please”


Every inch of your body hurts. And you feel wonderful.

Oh yeah, you love putting your music out loud and just exercicing to the rhythm of it. It has become a routine since the day you and Bucky make things official, every time your beloved boyfriend goes out on a mission you let out all the stress that his ausence causes in you by making some exercice.

Grabbing the towel you head to the showers humming your favourite song. From all of the femenine showers you always choose the one more hided, not for anything special but you prefer to be covered when showering. Putting your sore body under the hot pouring water you start to massage your arms and legs. 

- I can’t even - you hear the voice of a young woman entering the showers 

- Me neither - another one laughs walking besides her. They haven’t seen you yet.

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The Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for! 

Iron Flowers

The wards in the Underworld are starting to weaken and Alec has to find the reborn Persephone before it’s too late and Valentine gets out.
But when at-first-glance-mortal Magnus turns out to be the personification of spring itself who doesn’t know his true powers it gets a little more complicated than just restoring the wards in a flash.

Read it on AO3 

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Finn Balor - I’ll Be Waiting.

Finn Balor -  Finn is super nervous about his return but also excited, his girl tries to calm him down. After he wins the match you two celebrate in your own special way.

- Warnings - None really. Swearing.

Word Count - 1,686 words.

Requested by: @nickysmum1909

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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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You sat down on the cute, bohemian looking tables outside yours and Finn’s favourite coffee house, the Florida heat bearing down on your skin as Finn carried out your iced coffees much to your delight.

As soon as Finn sat next to you he began to discuss on his impending return with you, rambling on about how he’d return, what gear he’d where and most importantly when he’d make his return; going into detail about all the little things. As you continually listened to his enthusiastic chatter, that happiness you felt gradually turned to utter sadness knowing how desperately he wanted to step foot in that ring once again; but also knowing that single moment was a mere 2 months away.

“Finn, Babe, look right now you need to stop thinking about your return ‘cos you get all upset when you realise you still have time to wait and I really hate seeing you like that.” You muttered, taking a refreshing sip of your drink.

Finn’s eyes seemed to gaze at you as if you were crazy or something; as if you had absolutely no clue what you were going on about. “No, no Y/N, I think that day’s gonna be a whole lot soon-”

The far too familiar jingle from your phone ultimately drove your attention to the name displayed on the screen rather than your boyfriend who struggled to finish his words before you unseemingly cut him off. “Oh shit… I’m so sorry Finn, I completely forgot that I’m supposed to pick Sasha up before Raw and she lives like 2 hours away. I really need to take this call and go baby. Is that alright?” Your words escaped your lips in a mad flurry as you came to an instant realisation of how late you were truly running. Looking up from the bright glare of your phone into the blinding rays of the sun, you noticed Finn’s features droop in disappointment.

“We literally just order drinks and food,” Finn questioned you, pressing the slightly sweated palm of his hand against his forehead. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Just finish your food and I’ll pay for mine. Do whatever you want, I’ll be back later on.” You rose from your chair, flipping the pair of sunglasses rested on your head over your eyes which not only was an effective function of shielding Floridas overly sunny climate from your eyes, yet somewhat dimmed your vision from seeing the intense glare written on your boyfriends face right now. “And when I get home I’m all yours, you can call the shots baby.” You muttered whilst placing a light peck on the side of his cheek. Picking up your bag you were quick to leave- the last thing you wanted to see was his beautiful face being all mopey; something you’d seen far too frequently in the process of his healing.


After the long journey- nothing short of being packed with traffic you arrived to pick up Sasha; `The Boss` entering your overly messy car to be seated next to you. Much like the journey there, your travels to the arena were drawn to multiple halts with it being stopped at the endless red lights or being stuck on a one way street behind an elderly driver (and you thought you drove with caution)… Well, I guess it could’ve been worse, you could’ve been stuck alone driving through the crowded streets of nearby towns and cities with no form of entertainment… that’s if you don’t include the ever so slightly broken stereo stuck on some 80’s disco song.

“So…” Sasha began, rolling up the window as the slight harsher winds of Atlanta seeped through the gap between the window. “How’s Finn doing?”

An intense rush of memories seemed to surge into your head all at once, momentarily leaving you in a daze as the answer to that particular question you were asked multiple times in the past few months was on a replay in your mind. “Erm, sorry” You stuttered, lightly shaking your head out of its trance. Your eyes solely fixated on the restless road ahead, it seemed almost impossible to concentrate on finding the words to explain what basically at this point is unexplainable- how Finn is truly doing. “It’s just hard you know? Some days are just easier than the one before. I guess it just hurts, knowing most days I’m off doing what he loves to do- what he can’t do… 3 months ago when he injured his shoulder he was the lowest of low but he got better, well I thought he did. He just doesn’t stop talking about his return and I never know what to say to him.” You choked on your words at certain times; the fact Finn still had 2 months to go was enough to send your high spirits into depletion.

“Well isn’t it a good thing he’s now thinking about his return?” Sasha questioned. Obviously it’s nice to know he’s excited about going back to doing what he does best but honestly, the way you see him after he’s finished speaking- well he’s just left a man with a passion he can’t continue to pursue for a while…

A faint sigh escaped your lips. “I just really don’t know what to say to him anymore. I’ve tried so hard to point out to him that he’s just making himself upset whenever he talks about it. Like it’s constant with him; he talks about it in the shower, eating dinner, in the car- heck he even talked about it during sex…” To be completely honest, the list seemed endless these days.

“Woah woah there…” Sasha began, an eyebrow raised in clear bewilderment. “Let’s just not reflect on that. My point is that he’s just never not talking about wrestling, especially in the past few days.” You huffed.

~ 5 hours later ~

In just 5 hours you’d travelled, been glammed up and faced one of the toughest matches you’d had in a long while. Now, it was time to rest and to tell the complete truth, there was one match left on the card so all you wanted to do was sleep. Stripping from your curve fitting ring gear into grey joggers and one of the many Finn Balor t-shirts you owned, you then made your way to one of the spare rooms to meet the other women before taking a seat on the sofa and immediately resting your head on the arm. It wasn’t soon before you reached a soft doze- it seemed the only thing that kept you awake for the previously minutes was the girls congratulating you on your win; after that stopped, you were gone.

The perfect idea of sleep for you was deep… deep enough to not hear the constant giggling of the others and the faint sound of your boyfriend’s theme song… Your eyes twitched as you felt a flurry of pinches and slaps upon both your arms and legs. “Guys can you not play Finn’s music this loud like I have a headache.” You groaned, shifting your legs before more slaps were placed upon them.

“Oh my god Y/N, seriously look at the fucking tv!” Alicia practically screamed in your ear causing your head to dart towards the corner of the room. Your eyes visibly widened and every single nerve in your body seemed to tense up as you laid eyes upon your boyfriend bracing the screens once again with his badass attitude… and abs.

“Holy… Guys, I swear you better not be showing me an old recording right now.” You blurted out, tears welling in your eyes. Watching him wrestle now was different, however; move after move, kick after kick was placed upon the vulnerable shoulder area leaving you wincing every single time.

Still, Finn could pick up the win and it was clear as day to know, Finn had never been happier in his life.

You darted to the gorilla area; mind set on holding your boyfriend tightly in his moment of gratitude. “Finn!” You squealed jumping to wrap your arms around him as he took a step through the curtain. “Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me you were cleared!?”

“I did try earlier… you had to leave so I couldn’t finish,” Finn smirked whilst rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping clear the tears of joy that welled in your eyes. “Well, the fact is, I still call the shots so let’s get back as soon as possible.”

Once the long, dreaded journey back was dealt with; you rushed into your home sliding your duffel bag off your shoulder and slumping on the soft, cream sofa centered in your living room. “So I’ll go get that lego set I brought you then,” You began thinking you had that instinct of what he wanted.

“Well love I was kinda thinking of doing something else.” Finn teased, lifting his shirt over his head to reveal his perfectly chiseled six-pack. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Your emotions were sent into overdrive seeing him turn towards your bedroom. Your love for him seemed inhumane- nothing in this whole world could ever replace the feelings you had for this man. He turned the corner to enter the room dressed in nothing more than a pair of boxers, his physique on full show with his hands behind his back. “Well, you do look incredibly sexy Balor.” You winked, standing to wrap your arms around his neck to place a soft yet passionate kiss upon his lips. Your two bodies were closely connected only to be separated by something Finn was holding… looking down was where you saw it- another lego set. 

He tried so hard to contain his laughter as did you. “Damn it Finn, you can’t do that to me! You’re a right dork you know that?” You giggled profusely. 

“But I’m also yours Y/N.” Finn tugged you into his arms, holding a tight grasp on you as he rubbed circled around your back. “Now I’ll be nice… you have two options; pick wisely.”


Man who doesn’t love Finn, honestly. This was so fun to write and I finally got it done! Woo. Anyways thanks for reading! xo ~ Nikkii.

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Monsta X as Werewolves

Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇

I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~


Shownu:

  • You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
  • Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
  • With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
  • While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
  • Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
  • And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
  • With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
  • But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
  • So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Wonho:

  • Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
  • That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
  • He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
  • “I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
  • He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
  • You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
  • Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other 

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Minhyuk:

  • Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
  • He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
  • It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
  • Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
  • So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
  • And now you were even more indebted to him
  • Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
  • “Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
  • “No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
  • “Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
  • Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
  • “So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”

Originally posted by wonhuff

Kihyun:

  • Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
  • Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
  • He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
  • But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
  • Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
  • Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
  • One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
  • “Why does he protect me?”
  • “He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
  • Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
  • Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Hyungwon:

  • Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
  • It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
  • A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
  • Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
  • Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
  • Hyungwon immediately fell for you
  • One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
  • “You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
  • “That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
  • *avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon:

  • Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
  • Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
  • As the newest member, you’re given this job
  • Only you don’t react like everyone else has
  • You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
  • And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
  • He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
  • Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”

Originally posted by trainingpanda

I.M:

  • Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
  • Only looses control during mating season
  • Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
  • He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
  • You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
  • The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
  • “That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
  • Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
  • “My treat,” he offers

Originally posted by won-kyun

anonymous asked:

Could you please do a fic where bughead never got together and remained friends but everyone ships them? Like Betty confrontation or plan to get them together would be good. Thank you so much I love your writing! You're amazing!

Thank you so much pumpkin! I love this prompt. I think Veronica would be captain of the Bughead ship, so that’s how I wrote it!!


“Jughead, this article is incredible,” Betty said with a smile after she finished reading it.

“Thanks, Bets.” Jughead returned her smile from where he was sitting across the room. “Well, I’ve got to head to class. We have a test and I wanna look over my notes before it.” Jughead stood up and slung his back over his shoulder.

“Okay, but you are going to meet me after school for that interview right?” Betty reminded him

“Yeah of course” Jughead called over his shoulder as he headed out the door.

“Oh my god” Veronica said when the door swung shut behind him. “I swear it’s like I’m not even here when the two of you are together.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Betty said with a shrug and went to sit next to her friend.

“Don’t give me that B, you two are so into each other it’s almost nauseating to watch.”

“Me and Juggie? Don’t be ridiculous, we’re just really good friends.” Betty shook her head in amusement. Veronica saw possible love connections everywhere she went.

“I’ve seen good friends, and it doesn’t look like that.”

“V, don’t be silly. There is nothing going on between Jughead and me.”

“Not yet,” Veronica said with a wiggle of her eyebrows

“No, don’t even think about it,” Betty said firmly

“About what?” Veronica said, feigning innocence

“No matchmaking. I know how you get. Promise me you’ll leave this alone” Betty could imagine few things more embarrassing than Veronica trying to set her up with Jughead.

“You’re no fun” Veronica pouted.

“Promise”

“Fine, I won’t help you get together with the one person who would be perfect for you, ” Veronica said in a huff. She stood up and tossed her hair over her shoulder before dramatically exiting the classroom. Betty sighed when she had left. A small part of her wanted Veronica to break her promise and set her up with Jughead, she had slowly but surely been developing an intense crush on the boy as the year went on. But the bigger part of her wanted Veronica to stay true to her word because she knew there was no way that Jughead felt the same about her and she didn’t want to be humiliated and let down.

*****

“Have you noticed anything different between Betty and Jughead?” Veronica asked Archie at lunch.

“No” Archie responded, half concentrating on the conversation and half concentrating on the song he was writing in his head.

“Really? Archie think!” Veronica pressed. Archie sighed and gave her his full attention. He thought about his two friends and how they had been acting recently.

“They have been spending more time together I guess, and they have definitely grown closer. I used to be the one who Betty would come to for help, now it seems like she is going to Jughead more and more.”

“Are you jealous?” Veronica half teased. 

“No, I think it’s a good thing, it means that she is truly over me.” Archie was glad that they were back to being just friends, but a small part of him did miss being the one person Betty would trust with her problems. Now he felt like he barely knew what was going on in her life. “Wait…do you think they are dating?” Archie said as the thought suddenly occurred to him.

“No, I know they aren’t. But I think they like each other, even though Betty denies all feelings for Jughead.”

“They are really good friends, Ronnie” Archie reminded her.

“Ye, I know that. Just do me a favor and pay extra attention next time you see them together and then tell me that they aren’t completely smitten.”

“Okay,” Archie had barely gotten the word out when Betty and Jughead strolled over. Looks like he was going to get his chance then and there.

“Hey guys” Betty greeted them as the two sat across from Archie and Veronica. Now that Archie was paying attention he noticed how close they sat. They had the entire bench to themselves, but they sat with their shoulders brushing. Veronica shot him a knowing look.

“So, Jughead, how was your English test?” Veronica asked

“Ugh, it’s like I didn’t even read the book.” Jughead said with a groan. Archie watched how he smiled down at Betty when he said it and how she laughed and looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

The rest of lunch continued similarly, Archie noticing more and more how Jughead and Betty seemed totally absorbed with each other. The two lovebirds left lunch early to go to the Blue and Gold offices to discuss something. As soon as they left, Archie turned to Veronica.

“How did I not see that before?”

“Because you spend a lot of time in that head of yours, worrying over various problems.” Veronica said, tapping his temple with her hand.

“They really do like each other, don’t they?” Archie was still marveling over this newfound information

“Yes, and I think in an odd way, they are perfect for each other.” Veronica said, proud that she had been right.

“I think so too,” The more Archie thought about it, the more sense it made. Jughead had been more connected and involved recently. He had been actually doing things with the group, not just with Archie. Jughead had also seemed happier and less moody lately. Archie realized that all was because of Betty. And Betty seemed more at ease when she was with Jughead. She was always trying so hard at everything, but with Jughead it looked like she could just relax and be herself.

“Okay, so what are we going to do about it? Veronica asked, bringing him out of his thoughts

“About what?”

“About the fact that they are obviously in love with each other and don’t seem capable of getting together themselves.”

“Are you talking about Betty and Jughead?” Kevin asked as he suddenly appeared at the table. Veronica clapped her hands in excitement.

“You’ve noticed it too?”

“Of course, it’s impossible to miss.” Veronica threw a glance in Archie’s direction at Kevin’s words, but he pretended not to notice. “You should’ve seen how Jughead reacted when he found out she was going out with Trev. That boy could barely contain his jealousy. I thought that would spur him into action, but here we are weeks later and nada.” Kevin said with a huff.

“But what are we supposed to do? I don’t think either is going to appreciate us meddling in their love lives.” Archie protested.

“We wouldn’t have to meddle if they would just talk to each other about how they are feeling. But I think they are both too afraid of being rejected.” Veronica said.

“So how do we do it?” Asked Kevin.

“We put the idea into their head that the other one has a crush. I’ve already started with Betty. Maybe if Betty thinks Jughead likes her and Jughead thinks Betty likes him, one of them is more likely to make a move. So just mention it every time you get a chance.” Veronica suggested.

“That might work…” Archie was dubious, but since this was a fairly mild plan he was willing to give it a shot.

“If it doesn’t, I’ll just come up with something else”

“I don’t doubt it,” Archie said, smiling at her self-assuredness.

*****

When someone slid into the booth across from him, Jughead looked up expecting it to be Betty. Instead, he found his red-headed friend grinning at him.

“Waiting for someone?” Archie asked

“Yeah, Betty. Her mom made her come home right after school to do her homework, but she promised to try to get out after she finished.” Jughead knew there was a chance that she might not be able to make it out, but that didn’t stop him from hoping every person who walked through the door was his blonde friend.

“You have been spending a lot of time with Betty recently.” Archie noted. Jughead turned his full attention on his friend, immediately suspicious with that line of conversation. He lived in constant fear that Archie would realize what a huge mistake he made and tell Betty he loved her and she would accept it with open arms.

“Yeah…we’ve been doing a lot of Blue and Gold stuff,” Jughead said, trying to keep the concern out of his voice.

“I know, and you’ve seemed to have grown a lot closer.”

“Look, man, if you want to ask Betty out, just go for it. She and I are just friends.” Jughead said, unable to continue dancing around the subject.

“What, no…that’s not what I…” Archie stumbled over his words. “I will always see Betty as a best friend and nothing more. But even if I wanted her, I doubt she’d say yes. I think she’s interested in someone else now.”

“Who?” Jughead asked, suddenly and irrationally jealous of this unnamed stranger.

“You, dummy” Archie said with a smile.

“What?” Jughead’s head was spinning slightly at the constant shift in the conversation

“Look, I know I have been oblivious in the past, but it’s kind of hard to miss how much you two like each other.”

“What…I don’t…” Jughead did not like where this conversation was going. How had Archie guessed his feelings? Was he that obvious?

“You never used to sit with us at lunch or hang out with us in the break room. But since getting closer with Betty you are suddenly Mr. sociable.”

“It’s just because we are working our investigation.” Jughead’s protest sounded weak even to his ears.

“Dude, I see the way you act around her. I’ve never seen you act like that with anyone else. You are so happy and connected and almost gentle when you are with her. Don’t deny that you like her.”

“Fine! Maybe I do!” Jughead said a bit louder than he intended to. He lowered his voice and continued. “But things are really good between us right now, and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship.”

“Because you think she doesn’t feel the same? I’m pretty sure she does Jug. She looks at you the same way you look at her.” Archie said.

“I can’t take that risk. Can you honestly tell me that everything is the same between you and Betty.”

“No, I mean it’s definitely different now, but we are getting there. And it’s not the same situation.” Archie protested.

“I’m not risking it” Jughead repeated firmly “Now can we please talk about something else.”

“Okay” Archie looked pained, but he agreed with a nod. “How about you tell me what you’re working on.”

*****

“And where are we heading off to so quickly?” Kevin caught up with Betty after school. “It wouldn’t be to see a certain beanie wearing boy now would it?”

“Oh god, not you too” Betty groaned and looked over at her friend who was currently giving her an impish grin. “Did Veronica put you up to this?”

“I’ve been put up to nothing. I’ve simply noticed how your face lights up when he walks into a room and how happy you seem since you’ve been spending more time with him.”

“Okay, maybe I like him. But it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same and I am not putting myself out there again after what happened with Archie. So you can just tell Veronica to give up on this whole cupid thing.” Betty said and walked away before Kevin had a chance to respond.

*****

“Idiots, both of them” Veronica threw up her hands in frustration after Archie and Kevin had told their stories. “They both like each other, but they are both too afraid of rejection to tell the other.”

“So how do we get them to confess?” Archie asked. Veronica paced back and forth for a few minutes, trying to come up with a plan.

“What if we locked both of them in a room together and didn’t let them out until they talked?”

“I don’t know…they are both pretty stubborn” Kevin pointed out

“True, but even the most stubborn people have to break down eventually. What do you think Arch?”

“It might work, I mean their main problem is that they aren’t talking to each other about how they feel right? If they start talking they would realize that the feel the same way.”

“Exactly, and honestly, I can’t think of anything else.” Veronica said

“How do we lock them in a room together? Other than a jail cell, most doors lock on the inside. I could probably get dad to lend us a cell”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Archie said “When I was really little I used to sleepwalk. To keep me from hurting myself, my parents turned the doorknob around so the lock was on the outside.”

“Is it still like that?” Veronica asked

“No I grew out of my sleepwalking and they turned it back around, but I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to switch it back.”

“Okay, so we get them in your room, tell them to talk to each other, and only let them out when they have confessed their feelings,” Veronica said in excitement.

“You do realize they are both going to be furious with us.” Kevin said

“It’ll be worth it if we get these two beautiful idiots together.” Veronica said firmly.

“I don’t know Ronnie, don’t you think it’s going a little too far?” Archie said.

“We are just making them talk to each other.” Veronica said, her voice raising in annoyance, “It’s not like we are shoving their heads together and saying ‘kiss’, although that is a good plan B.”

“Ronnie!”

“Kidding” Veronica said, but that was only half true. “Look, if you two don’t want to be involved, you don’t have to be. I will tell them I planned this all myself. But I have never seen Betty happier than when she is with Jughead. So if I have to get her made to make her happy, I will gladly do it. And I am doing it. With or without you guys.”

“I’m in,” Kevin said immediately

“Me too, although I might live to regret it,” Archie said with a sigh.

“I’ll take what I can get,” Veronica said with a smile. “Now let’s get to work.

*****

Betty let herself into Archie’s house just as his text had said. She hurried up the stairs, worried about how urgent his text had seemed.

“Hey Archie, what’s-” The words died on her lips as she stepped into his bedroom and saw only Jughead, sitting on the bed and strumming Archie’s guitar. Jughead looked up in surprise when Betty entered.

“Betty, what are you doing here?”

“I got a text from Archie, telling me to meet him here ASAP.”

“I got the same text.” Jughead put aside the guitar “I guess he needs to talk to both of us.”

“No, no, no…” Betty whirled around as a thought occurred to her. She turned just in time to see Veronica with Kevin and Archie, slam the door closed. Betty went over to the door and found that it was locked from the outside. “Veronica, you promised!” She yelled through the door.

“Some promises are worth breaking. We will open this door after you two talk.” Veronica shouted back.

“Veronica!” Betty yelled again, but she already knew it was a lost cause. She turned around to find Jughead standing behind her, looking at her with a curious expression.

“What is going on?” He asked.

“Veronica is just being Veronica” Betty wasn’t sure how to explain the situation without telling him everything.

“What did she promise you?” Jughead pushed. Betty sighed and went over to sit on the bed. She couldn’t believe her friends had forced her into this situation. “Betty? What’s wrong?” Jughead was still standing, looking at her with concern.

“This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.” Betty was still avoiding answering his questions. Jughead came and sat next to her on the bed.

“You don’t have to tell me, but just know that whatever it is you can tell me. Plus they aren’t going to let us out until we talk.” Jughead said, giving her an encouraging smile. Betty gave in with a sigh,

“It’s just so silly. Veronica got into her head that we both like each other and she had made it her personal mission to be our very own private matchmaker. So she won’t let us out until we confess our feelings for each other. It’s silly isn’t it?” Betty said with a slightly bitter laugh, hoping the tremble in her voice didn’t reveal her true feelings.

“I don’t know.” Jughead spoke softly.

“What?” Betty asked, not sure if he was saying what she thought he was.

“I don’t think it is silly.” Jughead took a deep breath like he was preparing to jump into water. “At least from my side it isn’t. I’ve liked you for a while now, I’ve just been too scared to tell you. And I know you might not feel the same, but I think I will regret it if I never tell you, and since we aren’t going to be let out of this room if I don’t, I figure why not…” Betty silenced his babbling by cupping his face in her hands. She shook her head in amazement, barely able to believe what she was hearing.

“I do Juggie, I do feel the same” She breathed. It felt so good to say the words out loud. Jughead sighed in relief and then lowered his lips to hers. His hands also cupped her face, bringing her closer to him. It was a soft, short kiss, but it was enough to convey their feelings for one another. Betty laughed when they broke away.

“I hope you’re not laughing at my kissing ability, ” Jughead said with a mock frown.

“No, no, that kiss was amazing. I’m laughing because a few minutes ago I wanted to curse Veronica out and now I want to hug her.”

“Yeah, I think I owe her a thank you, and Archie and Kevin as well. Without the, I don’t know when I would’ve worked up the nerve to tell you.” Jughead said with a smile. He leaned down to kiss her again, but right then to door unlocked.  Veronica swung open the door with a smug smile.

“No need to thank us, we were just tired of you guys making heart eyes at each other all of the time.” Betty laughed and went over and hugged her friend.

“I want to be mad at you, but I just can’t. And you two…” Betty said as she broke away, eyeing Archie and Kevin. “I can’t believe you went along with her crazy plan.”

“We had our moments of doubts, but we really did want to see you guys together.” Kevin said. Betty hugged the two of them and then moved to stand next to Jughead. He took her hand and laced their fingers together.

“Well, you got your wish. Now Betty and I are going to go someplace where our every word isn’t being listened to behind a closed door.” Jughead said, pulling Betty with him as he left. The two laughed as their friends oohed and made kissing noises behind them.

“They are ten years old, I swear,” Betty said, looking up at Jughead as they walked. He led her down the stairs and out the door.

“Ten-year-olds that sure know what they are doing” Jughead responded. They walked for a long time, no destination in mind. All they wanted was to talk and be in each other’s company. They would be forever grateful that their crazy friends had forced them to admit their feelings for each other.

The Perfect Shot

Part Seven - Final

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the car accident, the reader uncovers the truth of what really happened to Jason Blossom (obviously just my theory)

Warnings: slight swearing, little bit of violence

Part One

I sit beside the bed, taking his cold hand in mine. His beanie is gone. He’s almost the same shade of grey as the hospital gown they’ve cloaked him in. I’m tracing my fingers over his pointed knuckles when the door opens behind me.

“He’s okay?” a gruff voice asks.

I turn to FP, nodding. “He was bleeding internally. They operated. He’ll wake up soon.”

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“Have I been manipulated into believing abuse was my fault?” game! Bold all the items that happened to you, if you’re not sure, italicize! Alternatively, just write down the score for every category. TW for explicit abuse mention.

Brainwashing; forced to take responsibility for abuser’s actions:

  • I was forced to apologize after being beaten/abused
  • I was beaten/abused while apologizing and in obvious pain
  • I was beaten/abused while crying
  • I was forced to thank them for beating/abusing me
  • I was forced to promise them I would change my behaviour in the future
  • I wasn’t allowed to cry or express pain after being beaten/abused
  • I was told the parent was the one with the right to cry/be upset after beating/abusing me
  • I was forced to comfort them after they beat/abused me
  • I was forced to take on pain/humiliation/guilt until I would agree that it was all my fault
  • I was forced to agree that I was forcing them to beat/abuse me, with my misbehaviour
  • I was forced to agree that I deserved the abuse
  • I was forced to make up to them after they would abuse me
  • I was forced to clean up the mess they made during abuse
  • I was forced into breaking down to tears if I tried to fight for myself
  • I was forced to hurt myself to prove my remorse for behaviour
  • I was forced to repeat that it was my fault
  • I was told the abuser didn’t enjoy doing it and was in fact forced to do it for my own good
  • I was called a monster/demon/sadistic/evil and accused of enjoying abuser’s pain
  • I was told abuse was done for my own good and that one day I will understand and be grateful for it
  • I was expected to have positive reactions to abuse and any negative reaction was blamed on me
  • I was punished for showing trauma symptoms and for showing in any way that I was abused, only acceptable way of behaviour was obedience and unconditional gratitude
  • I was told others were treated exactly like this, even if they weren’t showing it, and that the abuse was completely normal
  • I was told my reactions weren’t normal and made to focus on how I was reacting to the abuse, rather than damage and injustice done to me
  • I was told my reactions to abuse were the reason of the abuse, and that I was in the wrong for fighting/pushing back/provoking/not listening/not being obedient enough/angering the abuser
  • I was told the abuse was because “I wouldn’t have it the nice way”
  • I was forced to endure harsh punishments for even a small mistake or no mistake at all
  • I was told all I got was what I deserved, even if I couldn’t connect to how I deserved it, except that the abusers felt I did

Note: Doing any of these to a child after having them go through beating or intense episode of shock, pain and fear will leave them in a broken and vulnerable state of mind, and anything said to them or forced onto them while in that state will imprint deeply into their subconscious, and they will accept the message without being able to fight it. This is a method of brainwashing. Abuser will do this to crush child’s spirit and to destroy the child’s ability to hold abuser accountable or responsible for any abuse that occurs in the future, to transfer all the guilt and responsibility for their own actions onto the child, and depict themselves as too powerful for child to ever be able to stand against.

Dehumanization: implication you are below a human being and thus do not deserve humane treatment

  • I was called animal names/slurs/insults and degrading terms continually
  • I was told I should be beaten up and abused more often than I was
  • I was compared to beasts and monsters when the abusers were angry
  • Beating/abusing me was talked about as if it was a good thing they were proud of
  • I was publically beaten and/or humiliated
  • I was threatened with public humiliation
  • I had my physical injuries minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my psychological and emotional damage minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my illness minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my needs and desires minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my achievements and accomplishments minimized and dismissed as unimportant
  • I had my opinions and thoughts disregarded and ridiculed as stupid, unwanted and unimportant
  • I was blamed for struggling with mental or physical illness
  • I was called crazy, delusional and insane if I pointed out the unfair tratment
  • I was looked at with disgust and contempt most of the time
  • I was accused of wanting to be abused and asking for it
  • I was accused of “causing a scene” when the abuser would lash out at me
  • I was forced to “learn my place” if I assumed the same rights everyone else had
  • I was excluded from positive activities the rest of the family participated in
  • I was denied the rights, benefits, resources and attention the rest of the family got

Forced gratitude/implication of debt: idea that you “owe” your parents to endure their abuse

  • parent kept reminding me of what they’ve done for me, even the most basic parental tasks
  • parent often stated or implied I was ungrateful/not grateful enough for them
  • parent insisted they were sacrificing themselves for me, implying they expect the same in return
  • parent kept pointing out others lower living standards to remind me I was “lucky” in comparison
  • parent demanded I would have to “earn” basic respect and boundaries
  • parent would not allow me to complain, object or resist their treatment and if I tried, they would remind me I deserved even worse
  • parent insisted any abuse is perfectly acceptable and rational and that I am wrong and “taking advantage of them/denying their rights” if I resist or fight it
  • parent stated or implied that I’m supposed to return their effort to them with favours, obedience, endurance and compliance, or I was not worth raising and being kept alive at all
  • parent insisted that they have the right to do anything to me since they’re the only reason I’m alive at all (I was treated like their property) ((OH BOY THIS ONE))
  • parent made it clear it was forbidden to speak of past abuse or past events that show them in bad light, but they would keep bringing up events which paint them as good parent and keep them central to how they should be perceived by me
  • parent accused me of making things up/lying/being crazy or mentally ill/trying to manipulate or hurt them when I tried to talk about an event of abuse and point out they hurt me
  • parent kept me hyperaware of how much I owe them and how much I would risk losing if I dared to accuse them/confront them on being abusive
  • parent would remind me it could be much worse, and would use other people’s suffering to shut me up and make me feel guilty for even thinking I could talk about my own issues
  • parent kept me aware that accusing them of any abuse is hurtful and abusive towards them, and that I am cruel and ungrateful if I dare to make any statement like that
  • parent told me I was wrong/weird/stupid for getting traumatized by abuse because “others wouldn’t get traumatized by that much”
  • parent made me aware of all the issues they were dealing with, and treated my needs for attention and positive environment like an extra issue they do not want to deal with
  • parent kept me aware of how sick/mentally ill/troubled/desperate/tired they were and kept me feeling guilty over not doing enough for them, not being enough of a support and help, and having my own needs and wants was out of the question
  • parent made me aware they’re ready to abandon me if I prove to be “too much work” or “too inconvenient” or even just “not obedient enough”
  • parent made sure I know all their other issues and life problems were more important than me, and that it was not my place to complain, ask for anything, or object to how I’m treated
  • parent accused of “living in the past” and “failing to be a bigger person” if I didn’t show perfect adoration and acceptance for them
  • parents assured me i would turn into a spoiled, arrogant brat had they not abused me

Societal brainwashing; forcing the idea that no parents are abusive, and that all parental abuse has to be forgiven at any cost

  • parent/society taught me I was a bad/selfish/ungrateful person unless I forgive and forget all and any abuse
  • parent/society taught me I was an awful, ungrateful and selfish child if I didn’t demonstrate perfect love and gratitude for my parents
  • parent/society taught me it was my duty to understand and accept my parents, and that no matter what, they were doing their best and wished only the best things for me
  • parent/society taught me that I was responsible for teaching my parents how to be better people
  • parent/society taught me I should never judge or accuse my parents because “I couldn’t possibly understand how hard time they’re having”
  • parent/society taught me any animosity, hatred, anger or any negative thing I had to say about my parents proved me to be bad, ungrateful and unappreciative person
  • parent/society taught me that all parents only want the best for their children and there are no parents who hate or hurt their children on purpose
  • parent/society taught me that there was nothing that can be done about me getting hurt by my parents, and that it was up to my parents to decide what I deserve
  • my parents/society taught me that being bothered by abuse was my own fault and if I wasn’t weak and pathetic, it wouldn’t have affected me at all
  • my parents had other people affirm they were good people and thus I was wrong to accuse or judge them for anything they did to me
  • my parents had other people agree that I was not normal and there was something wrong with my judgment and perceptions, so my point of view shouldn’t be trusted or even taken into consideration
  • my parents had other people agree that I was a selfish, unappreciative, and hard to raise child
  • i had family members/cousins/friends/teachers/acquintaces/therapists side with my abusers and against me
  • I had family members/cousins/friends/teachers/therapists defend my abuser and take their side, assuring me I have to, once again, forget my point of view and consider abuser’s side
  • I had other people/society defend the abuser and assure me I’m wrong to accuse them
  • my parents insisted the abuse/parts of abuse/events i remembered didn’t even happen, and that there was something wrong with me for making up such a thing (gaslighting;guilt tripping, maybe i should write another category for this one)
  • my parents were a part of religion/cult that excused all and any of their actions because they were doing it for the sake of the third party that had to be worshiped/obeyed (maybe i should write a cult category as well there is much more to this one)

If you bolded even one of the items on the first two categories, or multiple ones in third and fourth, you have undergone psychological abuse that would force you to believe it was your fault, or that you deserved the abuse. This is wrong, as you neither deserved it, nor it was your fault. You were a child, and there was no way for you to commit any crime bad enough to deserve anything like this. These methods are used for brainwashing and breaking a person, and abusers do these on purpose.

@nolovclost’s anon:

I disagree also. Leblanc, Logos and Ormi are perfect antagonists for the tone of the game. They’re comical, silly, overdramatic, and the worst intention they have is to do a little thieving. FFX-2’s environment is deliberately brighter and more optimistic than FFX. People are free of Sin, so they’re acting more freely (frivolously?). The three of them help maintain this sunny, trivial atmosphere right up until you find that there is a real enemy, and to me, that’s when the game begins. It makes the revelation of Vegnagun all the more jarring. Leblanc’s willingness to help out, coming with you to Bevelle, is a brave move on her part, considering she’s only a sphere hunter. I don’t think they’re as shallow as they appear on first looks. But minor characters are what you make of them, I find.

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som super early tazboys designs……………i’’’m got so much work to do refining them (esp outfit wise lord Jesus)

Day One Hundred and Eighteen

-An infant came through, shrieking until no end unless their one simple demand was met: a bag of marshmallows in which to bury their face. I feel a great deal of understanding for this child, and I will undoubtedly make use of this coping strategy in the future.

-Multiple dogs have come through the store today,each brightening my day enough to more than make up for the stormy skies. A guest could purchase a stuffed Minion and slap me in the face with it and I still would not mind. All that matters now is the puppers.

-A mother turned her back to her four year-old daughter for a split second, who, with an immediacy that left no doubt of premeditation, ran to an empty register and began shining the hand scanner into her eyes. My crew has been in need of a classic wild card for some time now, and I believe I may have found a perfect fit.

-I passed a woman wearing a shirt that read, “I Love Jesus A Little.” I appreciate the honesty here. After all, JC has always struck me as the kind of guy who values being real over telling him what he wants to hear.

-An eerie spell has fallen over the shopping center. Despite the vibrant landscapes outside being perfectly lit in the most picturesque way, the sky is covered in a deep black, nearly purple covering of clouds. The store is constantly fluctuating from full and crowded to nary a shopper to be seen, yet at no point is anything more or less than a muffled buzz heard. Every thirty minutes I look at a clock, only to see that only five have gone by. I know not what is causing this metamorphosis from storefront to purgatory. I can only hope that it passes soon, or, if it does not, that I am compensated properly.

-A toddler systematically discarded items as she was pushed through the store, tossing them by the wayside as they went. She knew precisely what the most valuable item in that cart was, and she would not stand for competition.

-A family came through my lane. The father placed a stuffed stormtrooper on the counter and, gesturing to his son, said, “This is his buddy.” Next, he put up several bags of mini chocolate eggs, remarking, “And these are going to be my buddies.” Finally, he told me of his wife, “And this, this is her buddy,” before placing a therapeutic massager on my counter. No living soul will ever know the truth of who was the most uncomfortable in this situation, but I will contest to my dying day that it was me.

-A man hurriedly approached my register and, in a deep and commanding voice, addressed me, “How you doing, chief?” Caught off-guard by my new promotion, I quickly scanned his purchase of girls underwear and leggings. He finished paying and told me, “Don’t bother bagging it, we’ve had an incident,” and, items stowed under his arm, hurried back off towards the sales floor. I sent with him my best wishes and a sticker for our fallen soldier.

The 10 Commandments for a Good Life

1. I accept that I’m not perfect, and there’s no perfect time. Too many people are hanging around and waiting for the perfect opportunity – or the time when they are perfect and have all the skills they need. But life rewards effort; so get out there and work hard … and eventually you’ll find that you succeed and reach your goals .

2. I can’t please everyone no matter how hard I tr. No matter what you do or how hard you try there will always be someone who’s disgruntled or upset. So, don’t look for affirmation; just do what you think’s right.

3. I will participate in something I believe in. It doesn’t really matter what activity you choose, as long as it is something that ignites your passion … as this will bring fulfilment and true meaning to your life.

4. I will learn to prioritise and do what matters first. We all get distracted by what seems to be most urgent … or something that is fun and makes life less of a burden. But if you’re going to succeed you need to set priorities. Don’t allow what’s less important to distract you from your course.

5. I will be select when it comes to choosing friends. We’re influenced and shaped by the people we spend time with. Their impact is profound – even though this is subconscious. So be wise in who you choose to be your confidantes and friends. Surround yourself with people who inspire and motivate you.

6. I will be there for others, and will help them if I can. In life, we reap what we sow – and that’s a crucial principle. That means the more that you help others, the more they will help you.

7. I will choose to focus on the positives. Our thoughts affect our feelings and the ways that we behave. If you don’t expect success then it’s likely you will fail – in your work, relationships and life in general. So listen to your self talk … and straighten out your thinking … and start to focus on the positives!

8. I will true to myself. You can’t be happy living someone else’s life. You need to discover and develop your own authentic self. That’s when you’re truly beautiful, and life feels meaningful.

9. I will live in the present and enjoy the “now”. The past is gone and the future isn’t promised. Life is happening in this moment, so seize the day and enjoy “now”.

10. I will look for the good and be thankful for each day. Life is full of gifts, if we will only stop and notice. If we choose to be thankful, and treasure all life’s gifts, then we’ll find our lives are filled with joy and happiness – and the hurts and disappointments won’t weigh us down as much.

Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”


“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!