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Protective || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @saltygay-bean: So I’ve been reading these and have been to afraid to ask for it but I’m gonna finally do it.. Could I ask for a sibling!Jughead and reader, where the reader is Jughead’s twin sister that he just found out is being bullied and comforts her? I feel it’d be really sweet ♡

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the submission!!

Gif by @riddlvr


Freak. Emo bitch. Slut.

You cried harder and pulled your legs closer to your chest, holding yourself. Those were just some of the nicknames Reggie and his gang had called you today. Usually you were able to handle the insults thrown at you by the jocks, but today had been a bad day. Someone had spilled cherry slushy on your favorite jeans during lunch, you had failed that pop quiz in math, and you were absolutely loaded with homework and it wasn’t even fifth period yet. The insults combined with that were just too much to take.

You rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears. This bullying by the jocks was nothing new. It began in eighth grade. The same kids pushing you into the lockers and calling you names. Jughead didn’t know. You didn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him. He would just try and fight the entire football team, and you knew he’d lose. Them against him? Your brother didn’t stand a chance.

You heard the door open and quickly looked up, worried it was one of the jocks. Instead you saw Jughead, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You felt tears return to your eyes and began to cry again. Jughead quickly tossed his bag aside, rushing over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked worriedly.

You shook your head, quickly wiping away your tears.

“It’s nothing, Juggie.” you mumbled.

Jughead shook his head.

“‘Nothing?’” he asked. “Y/N, I’ve never seen you like this. What happened?”

You took a shaky breath, knowing the jig was up.

“It’s the jocks,” you said. “They… said some mean stuff today.”

You felt your brother tense.

“What kind of stuff?” he nearly growled.

You swallowed and looked down.

“Um, freak. Emo bitch. Slut.” you said, whispering the last word.

You looked up again at Jughead who was positively fuming.

“I’m gonna kill them.” he snarled, getting up.

“Jughead, no!” you exclaimed, grabbing his leg before he could storm off.

He turned back to you.

“Please. It’ll only make things worse.” you begged.

“How long has this been going on?” he demanded.


“How long?” he stressed, pain in his eyes.

You sighed.

“Two years.”

Guilt flashed over Jughead’s face as he knelt down again so he was eye to eye with you.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. “I could’ve done something.”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t want you to do anything, Juggie. If they see that they’re able to get a reaction out of me, the bullying’ll get worse. I don’t want that.”

Jughead sighed.

“I understand…” he began. “But I’m walking you to every one of your classes now.”


“No, I’m serious, Y/N. They’re not gonna hurt you anymore. Not on my watch.” he said.

You smiled shyly at your protective brother.

“Thank you, Juggie.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“How’d you even know I was here?” you asked. “Twin vibes?”

Your brother snorted.

“No, I saw you crying through the door window. If you’re gonna cry, at least make it more private so a random passerby can’t see it.”

You shoved his shoulder.

“Oh, screw off!” you said as a smile made its way to your face.

Jughead chuckled.

““Twin vibes.”” he mimicked as he got up, looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and wiped the rest of your tears away.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, laugh it up.”

Jughead smirked and held his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, handing you your backpack with his other hand.

“Come on, we gotta get to class,” he said. “I’ll walk you.”

You sighed but nodded as you swung your backpack over your shoulder, following Jughead to the door. He swung his bag over his shoulder and you stopped.

“Jug,” you called and he turned around, facing you again.

You bit your lip and looked down.

“Thank you again,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Jughead smiled softly at you.

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said.

He turned back to the front door and opened it.

““Twin vibes” though.” he said again as he smiled cheekily at you.

You punched his shoulder.

“Shut up!”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Send me feedback!!


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You remember when I said I was going to design a t-shirt for Team Neep? You all need to stop doubting me. Also, guess who spelt Streckrübe wrong

i couldn’t last long


I was supposed to post this month ago. But i didn’t.

OH WELL!! better super late then never. i was going to color it, but its been  so long i said screw it and im just posting what i got! which is lineart

this is @stanchez-sloppy-seconds fault. <3

SO HERE IS MY MIAMI STANCHEZ HEADCANNON!!! when it comes to what happend to fords letter.

It showed up, it arrived while stan was out getting something, and rick was left at the motel alone. Its a night before they have a big job their going to do, and well its not like rick dosn’t think he can’t handle it on his own. its more so…he has gotten very attached to stan. Stan is the only person he has in his life that is going right so far and he dos need him for the job, but he knows if stan heirs from his brother, he will drop everything and go right to him.

And rick can’t have that right now. he woudln’t be able to handle that.

So. to make sure stan dosn’t find the letter. he burned it.

get ride of the evidence. completely

I mean. stuff gets “lost” in the mail all the time right?


Submitted by gentlemanbones


[Favourite Character Meme]
Four Relationships each [¼] Angelus and William/Spike

A Letter to my Mom

Dear mom,
I’m sorry i have to move out.
You emasculate anyone within 10 feet.
No one was ever enough for you-
And you taught me the wrong thing about guys
Everything I learnt from you I have to unlearn
Yes, the part about how my body was dirty?
Well, its not. You are wrong. My body’s clean.
My vagina needs to look cute. Sorry!
The GP downstairs said its just aesthetics.
I just want to say f*** you
For screwing up my teenage way of handling things.
No man is perfect and the beggar by the roadside is Just as successful as the man sitting in parliament.
But you still believe, not immaturely but stupidly
That every man must be perfect in everyway.
But you are so wrong and I wish I could show you.
But no! You see me only as your daughter.
I will never be your friend.
Since you won’t ever allow that,
Why ask me to go shopping with you?
It is pointless cause’ every dress I choose
Will be subjected to your judgemental eyes.
But mom, it is only my own judgement
I should be subjected to.

- Younrys, 5 May 2017


dude, the beginning of s4 gets sorta dark for Hank… like if the Brock abandonment wasn’t bad enough, the entirety of Perchance to Dean is like… yikes…

//i wanted to practice painting but couldn’t tell if the second one was getting a little overworked, so i just said screw it, let’s make it sequential

- Rue Marie Stuart. Anciennement connue comme Rue Tire-Vit, on dit qu'elle changea un première fois de nom lorsque la Reine d’Ecosse demanda son nom et qu’on lui répondit Rue Tire-Boudin. Le nom actuel fait référence à l’anecdote.

- Rue Marie Stuart. Formerly known as “Screw-Dick Street”, it is said the street changed its name when the Queen of Scotland asked for its name and she was answered “Screw-Fatty Street” (apparently more suitable for Queen’s ears??). Today’s name is a reference to the anecdote

(Pas besoin d’expliquer l’activité principale de la rue à l’époque? / No need to explain what was the main activity of the street back then, isn’t it?) :-)


Junsu - Tarantallegra

This concludes our groin focused giffing of this video

tsubomi--kido-deactivated201610  asked:

“I have no reason to trust you…” (i kinda want to start from when Kido and Kano first met and then onward....if that's okay! I'll change it if you want)

The blonde haired boy looked at the girl lightly confused as he tilted his head. His cat-like eyes looked in her eyes lightly curious as he smirked as always. He pulled his hand out to her as he chuckled lightly. “Owww common we both are in orphanage and I am sure you can trust me” He said softly as he smiled brighter. “But well of course if you don’t then it’s fine. I am not going to push you to do thing that you don’t want to” He said and shrugged still smiling. He really didn’t know why she didn’t want to trust him, but he tried his best to make her since he felt something in her. Something that make her different from others. Yeah something…. but he didn’t know exactly what and he didn’t know why it make her different. 


he walked in, door was unlocked like he said, and found ace pretty easily. drunk boy. “you were the party fuck toy? you’re wasted! who the fuck let you be a fuck toy when you’re fucking wasted?”
Arrow Fic: Loving Your Work 1/7 (Olicity Man from UNCLE AU)

Loving Your Work 1/7
Author: dettiot
Rating: T
Summary: The war between America and Russia is very cold, yet when an organization of former Nazis obtains the method and means to make an atomic bomb, the two nations are forced to work together to prevent the end of the world, by sending their best agents.  

Tommy Merlyn of the CIA and Oliver Queen of the KGB don’t like each other, but they both want to win.  Which means keeping Felicity Smoak safe, finding Dr. Noah Teller (her father and the scientist building the bomb) and preventing the bomb from being delivered to the Nazis.  Oh, and acquiring Dr. Teller’s research without the other one getting access to it.  

While Tommy is focused on obtaining the intel in order to give him leverage to get out of his deal with the CIA, Felicity simply wants to maintain her freedom now that she’s out from behind the Iron Curtain.  And Oliver?  Well, he’s trying to keep his violent tendencies in check–especially around Felicity.

An Olicity AU of the movie The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arrow or The Man from U.N.C.L.E. No copyright infringement intended.
Author’s Note:  Pretty much from the moment I left the theater after seeing The Man from U.N.C.L.E., I knew I wanted to write an Olicity AU of this movie.  It took more time than I thought, yet it’s finally here and I hope y’all enjoy it!  

Many thanks to @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline for reading this and providing feedback.  Since she hasn’t seen the movie, this hopefully means that whether you’ve seen The Man from U.N.C.L.E. or not, you will still enjoy this fic and be able to follow the action.  @andcreation also took a look, but is unspoiled for the rest of the fic.  :-)

If you’d like some mood music while reading, I recommend the movie soundtrack, available on YouTube.  


May 1963

Adopting a jaunty stride that plainly broadcasted his American citizenship, Thomas Merlyn strode through the American sector of West Berlin on a spring day in the late afternoon.  His destination was Checkpoint Charlie, and from there to East Berlin and a young woman whom he had been sent to retrieve.  

He gave the guard his normal charming smile, his true feelings helpfully concealed by the sunglasses he wore.  Once he was cleared for entry, he picked up his small suitcase and moved casually into East Berlin, perfectly aware that as soon as he entered the Russian-controlled portion of Berlin, he was being followed.  Of course he was: he was an American, dressed in a perfectly-tailored suit, in East Berlin.  To not be followed would indicate he was seen as no threat at all.

And Thomas Merlyn, although he was known as Tommy to his mother and beautiful woman around the world, was a threat.  

By the time he reached his destination, the day had faded into early evening, the sky a soft black offset by the fuzzy yellow glow of the few streetlights surrounding a ramshackle automobile garage.  Only the boss and one mechanic were present, the mechanic hard at work underneath a large car.  

After a few words of greeting in German, Tommy strolled over to the car the mechanic was working on.  He let his eyes roam over what was revealed by the open hood, then spoke in German.  “I always thought the 750cc was too underpowered an engine for this car.  But with this one … stick some wings on this car and then all you would need is a runway.”

“Your accent’s not bad for an American.”  

The voice of the mechanic was soft and feminine, even when speaking the harsh consonants of the German language.  She pushed herself out from under the car, revealing a pale face streaked with grease and blue eyes behind a set of tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses.  Those blue eyes ran over him, measuring him, then she tilted her head.  “You look important,” she told Tommy in English.  “Your suit does, at least, and that usually means someone important.  Although of course appearances are deceiving, but … your suit looks important.”  

Read the rest on AO3.

Sweater Weather

A/N Hey! Now that I’ve delayed long enough, I’m finally putting this on here

So here is my next NaLu one-shot! Au of course.. Hope you enjoy!!

“Crap! I’m not going to make it!”

A certain pink-haired student weaved in and out of the slow-moving crowd to make it to the line of busses, some of which were pulling away. Natsu kept his eyes on the bus marked ‘4’ but this task grew tougher as the snow continued to fall harder and harder. He picked up the pace as his breathe poured from his mouth like smoke.

As he reached the terminal, he stopped abruptly. There standing in the snow was a girl. 

What the HELL is that girl thinking?! Natsu couldn’t believe it. There standing, waiting for a bus, was a beautiful girl. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. And a skirt.

Idiot. Is she trying to freeze to death?

He continued on and found his bus. Climbing on, he stopped suddenly and turned around. Still standing there was the girl, teeth chattering and shivering as she tried to grasp her forearms for heat. Something about the sight tugged at Natsu.

“Hey buddy, are you getting on or not?”

Natsu snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the bus driver.

“Yes! I am…but can you give me a second? I promise I’ll be right back!” Natsu dashed off the bus and ran up to the girl.

“Yo! Do you have a death wish or something? It’s freezing out here and all you’re wearing is that?!”

The blonde looked up swiftly and opened her mouth to defend her wardrobe.

“No, never mind! I have a bus to catch and I don’t care what devil possessed you to wear that. Here, take this.”

Natsu yanked off his hoodie and threw it at the girl. “Wear this.”

The girl looked up to protest but then realized the stranger was already gone.

Natsu ran onto his bus, thanked the driver for waiting, and took a seat in the rear. He looked out the window and smiled.

Standing there was the strange girl, still waiting for her bus, but no longer shivering.


Wow, my shirt looks good on her. Natsu thought smugly when he caught her gaze as the bus began to pull away.

1 week later

Natsu felt like his back was about to break. Earlier in the day he decided on having a Coffee Day, as he liked to call them. He stuffed as many books and papers in his backpack that he could fit and walked out the door to the campus coffee shop. 

Yosh! Time to get this stuff done! Procrastinating time is over!

Natsu walked in as his jaw dropped. Sitting in a nearby booth, drinking her coffee as she worked on a laptop was the same strange girl he had seen a week ago, freezing in the cold. But that’s not all.

She was wearing his hoodie.

Natsu smiled as eyes fell upon his familiar burgundy hoodie with the words, ‘Fired Up!’ on the front. The blonde, feeling as if someone was watching her, looked up and gaped at the pink-haired newcomer. She looked down, realizing what she was wearing, and blushed heavily.

“I see you’ve taken a liking to my shirt.” Natsu grinned at the spluttering blonde

She is so cute when she looks surprised!

“I-I-I didn’t think I’d run into you again. Here! You can have it back!” The girl started to rip it off of her body, but Natsu lunged forward and grabbed her hands.

“No, keep it. It looks good on you.”

“I can’t keep it, its yours! And what do you mean it lo-”

“Hey Lucy!” A blue-haired stranger ran over to them and stopped in front of their booth.

“Oh, hey Levy.”

“I see your back again for the umpteenth time this week! And still wearing that peculiar hoodie you seem to be oh so fond of! Seriously, do you ever change?”

Natsu smirked and looked towards the blonde, to find her face completely enveloped in a reddish hue. 


“Oh ho? I didn’t think you would take THAT much of a liking to my clothing.” Natsu’s smirk was growing larger by the second.

“Lucy, who’s the new guy? Oh! He’s your boyfriend and that’s his shirt isn’t it? That’s why you haven’t taken it off. Aw that’s so cute! I’m so proud of you!”

“Levy you really need to shut up now,” Lucy grimaced as Natsu burst out laughing.

“You think I’m…and that I…Oh this is golden!” He had tears running down his face at this point.

Lucy gathered all of her stuff quickly and sharply stood up.

“I’m sorry that dating me sounds so awful! Maybe you shouldn’t go around giving random girls your clothes then!!” She walked off with tears in her eyes, leaving Natsu and Levy, who looked guilty at the mistake she made.


“I’ll take care of it.” Natsu raced after her out of the coffee shop.

“Wait! Let me—Damnit get back here!” He finally caught up with her and stood directly in front of her.

“Look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I just…you looked so funny and I-” 

“WHAT?!” Lucy roared and pushed past him to continue on her path.

“Wait! That came out wrong! Sorry! I’m sorry! That’s not what I meant…”

“You laugh at me, chase me down to tell me I looked funny, and then try to explain that’s not what you meant?!” She was livid now as Natsu stammered to find the right words.

“I didn’t—I meant…”

“You meant what? Exactly.”


Lucy gasped. Natsu hurriedly looked away as he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks.

Seeing Lucy was still speechless, Natsu spoke up.

“It’s just, when I saw you in the snow last week, shivering to death, I couldn’t ignore you. So I gave you my shirt and didn’t expect it back. But then I saw you in the coffee shop, practically swimming in my shirt and I-I th-thought you looked really pretty. And when your friend made the assumption that we were together, I just couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of me being able to be with someone as beautiful as you and I—okay why are you looking at me like that? Was it something I said? Did I screw up again? I’m sorry.”

“No no! Its not you…just no one has ever called me beautiful before.” Lucy felt the warm rush of tears falling down her face as she tried to hide her face.

“Oi, no crying! You’re making me feel bad! And no hiding your face either!” Natsu pulled away her hands as she looked up at him and muttered something.

He scrunched his eyes in confusion.

“What was that?”

“I said ‘thanks’. I never got to say it when you practically threw your clothes at me at the bus terminal. So…thank you. Um, I don’t think I ever caught your name?”

“Natsu. My name is Natsu. And you are very welcome. You can keep it on one condition.”

Lucy looked at him in confusion.

“Condition? You don’t want it back? It is yours after all.”

“Nope I want you to have it, but like I said, on one condition.”

“Okay, and what is this condition?”

Natsu beamed at the blonde.

“Become my girlfriend!”

Levy stood in the coffee shop, rooted to the spot where she had been standing for 20 minutes. She gazed out the door, wondering if either of the pair were coming back

Well I hope pinkie is. His stuff is still here! Oh, poor Lucy, I shouldn’t have said that!

Just as she was about to give up, in walked two people: one pink-haired and one blonde. Levy gawked at the pair, mainly at the joint hands the hung between them.

“Uh, Lucy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things about you and him. And I—”

“Don’t worry about it Levy, and for the record, he is my boyfriend.” Natsu grinned at those words and bent down to face Lucy and gave his ‘girlfriend’ a kiss.

Levy’s eyes bulged as her mouth hung open in shock.

The couple laughed at the confusion of the blue-haired girl. Natsu grabbed his stuff from the booth and slung an arm around Lucy’s waist.

“Bye Blue!”

“Bye Levy! Thanks!”

Levy watched the two walk out of the coffee shop, completely perplexed at what just transpired before her.

“I think we confused your friend.”

“Ah its okay, I’ll explain everything to her later. But the look on her face was so worth it!” Natsu laughed.

“So! Wanna go grab some lunch with me?” Natsu looked at her expectantly.

“Sure! Lemme just go home and change and th-”

“Nope! Not letting you. You look way too good in my clothes to change. Come on!”

“But Natsu! I can’t walk around in this oversized hoodie!”

Natsu erupted into laughter.

“And why not? You’ve apparently been wearing it to the coffee shop this whole week!”

Lucy’s face turned the color of the despised article of clothing she was currently wearing.

“That was before I was thoroughly embarrassed in front of you!” Natsu smirked.

“Well as far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed. You still look damn fine in my clothes!”