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By Way of Spontaneity (Part 11)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 928

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

A/N: This fic keeps getting longer, I apologize. :D 

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


The following morning, you were roused by Bucky, who was trying to move away from you. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, you were being moved out of your comfortable position and you weren’t shy to voice your discomfort. He gave a silent laugh.

“Sorry, I gotta use the bathroom,” he explained in a whisper, pulling his body out from beneath you and putting a cushion under your head. “I’ll be right back.”

Too sleepy to argue, you hummed and smiled up at him. “Mm-‘kay,” you muttered back, cozying up to the cushion.

Bucky gave you a soft smile, bending at the waist to give your forehead a gentle kiss. Once straightening up, he headed for the bathroom, taking his phone out of his pocket after a night of not checking it.

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Masterlist

MASTERLIST: (2015 - EARLY 2016)

[!] new masterlist (mobile ver. coming soon)

S U G A :

+ Your stranger - working the late night shift at a local corner shop and Yoongi becomes a frequent visitor.

+ Till Dawn  - friends with benefits. (M)

+ Issues - jealous yoongi.

+ Morning - morning sex. (M)

+ Bad girl - professor/mr.min. (M)

+ Late  - CEO yoongi. (M)

+ Crush series - [1/?] 1 - yoongi struggles with a crush.

+ Broken - 1, 2 [2/2]  - secretly dating but cannot be a normal couple. (M)

+ Mine - jealous yoongi. (M)

+ Stuck - elevator smut. (M)

+ Colours - yoongi agrees to be your model for an art project. fluff.

+ Relax - caring yoongi + bath.

+ Games - camping. (M)

+ Memories - yoongi reminisces on the past as a couple.

+ Wake up - lazy make out session ft. yoongi being a shit.

+ Misunderstanding - jealous of jungkook.

+ Admire - admiring yoongi’s neck.

+ Interruption - scolding that leads to smut. (M)

+ Marks - yoongi leaves marks all over your body from biting, and one of the other members sees them accidentally.

+ Jealousy - angst/jealous yoongi.

+ Control [2/2] 1 , 2 - yoongi allows you to take control. reverse roles for part two. (M)

+ Warmth - [1/?] yoongi the stoic businessman you make coffee for each morning is too cute.

+ Cheat - cheating.

+ Distracted - car sex. (M)

+ Play - jamming session.

+ Want - couch smut. (M)

Job au prompts:

+ Salon - ‘rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’

+ Klutz - ’ ‘you’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone.’

+ Pick up lines - ‘should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ + ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’

+ Crown - [1/?] 1 -  ‘Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept.’

+ Hotline - ‘i have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ + ‘ I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ (M)

+ Flowers - ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’

J U N G K O O K :

+ Private - ’a glimpse of something private, something that should have remained unknown to your eyes and suddenly the boy you had believed was innocent had become a man practically reeking of testosterone.’

+ Revelation - ‘The heat that resonated from him was unlike any other man you had encountered, his movements were carefully calculated despite his intoxication, his touches soft yet firm upon your skin leaving a scorching trail in their wake. With kisses alone you felt as if he was deep beneath your skin drawing out all of your darkest deepest desires.’ (M)

+ Paper Hearts - ‘You met him at the tender age of thirteen. He was the boy next door, the kid that walked you to school on your very first day and told you your smile was like sunshine.’

+ Unseen (M) - ‘Jungkook struggles to keep his hands to himself.’

+ Nirvana (M) 1/2 - ‘the need for something that isn’t yours, yet all jungkook wanted to do was take and you willingly gave him everything and anything.’ 

+ Just what you need 1/? “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

deal (m) 1, 2, 3, 3.5/? - summary: ‘the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook?’ High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

wonder (m) - summary: ‘that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair.’ virgin!kook

heat (m) - summary: requested - first time oral. 

wet (m) summary: requested: shower sex.

N A M J O O N : 

Blossoms: summary: requested - first time meeting.

Business and Pleasure - Part 9

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by snowfox934

In the hours that passed, you found yourself growing more and more excited for your date with Bucky.  It was strange, you thought, that your situation had changed so quickly. Your relationship had more than its fair share of ups and downs so far. Perhaps this was going to be the turning point.

After Bucky explained the photo, you immediately texted Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened that afternoon. You didn’t mention the fight that the article caused, though. If she had known, she would have felt extremely guilty. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Even if her text had led to your rash actions, she had only been trying to protect you, to make sure you were safe and happy. She meant well.

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Return or reborn?

Theory time, everybody!

1. It’s “return”. He dyed his hair dark green again to return to his old self from last halloween - the time he was the strongest and managed to take over/kill Jack. That would explain why he feels “like himself again” (Twitter) or went “back” to black (Instagram).

2. It’s “reborn”. Anti already explained that he never left, therefore no “return” would be needed. Also, the only real glitch we got in the last MONTHS was the one in Epidemic - compared to some videos from october with 10 or more facecam glitches that’s nothing. (Of course that was the event that kinda got everything rolling, a key event, but you know what I mean.)
And yet we are ALL talking about him. He truly got reborn. A new form, a much smarter, subtle, less obvious Anti who is stronger than EVER BEFORE.

3. It’s both. He left the middle letters blurred on purpose to leave us space for theorizing and to show that Anti is unpredictable.

4. Jack just wants to fuck with us, make us lose our minds completely and here we are, seeing ghosts and freaking out over nothing.
(We all know that’s not true. It just sounded cool, so I wrote it.)

I calmed down a tiiiiiny little bit, and now I can say that I’M FUCKING READY FOR THIS. BRING IT ON, GLITCH BITCH!

Bad Match Pt.4/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3088

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, use of guns, slow burn.

A/N: Ok, I think we can establish by now that this is going to be a slow burn. Next chapter will probably be from Bucky’s POV, let’s see what’s going on in that beautiful little mind.  English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Oh, and I’m sorry to any professional snipers reading this story, Google helps but, you know…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You pressed the button to call the elevator with a ridiculous grin on your face. If someone would have ever told you in the past that Sam Wilson would ask you out someday, you probably would have choked on your laugh. But that was exactly what had just happened. Maybe you weren’t that bad and unlikeable after all. That encounter with Sam had worked like a huge brick on your self-esteem reconstruction.

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EXO Demon!AU Reaction to them all being destined to be with one girl

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Demons can love, but they happen to be more than unlucky, they happen to have lost their hope, yet they still love… love with everything they’ve got* “Maybe… you are what they call hope, we don’t know it… but we’ve heard of it. Maybe you are my salvation… maybe you are the one”

Kris:

*Some would call him a guardian, some would tell you to stay away, some would say to run away. But he is the one watching you in the distance, no matter how much you insist you want to be close. He’s too scared, scared you’ll end up leaving him too* “That’s the kind of life we demons have, but you are the only thing I can’t lose. I can’t survive it and I’m scared my own lack of luck will push you away”

Sehun:

*He’s the definition of mischief, he’s dangerous, he tempts you, he sneaks at night and watches you sleep. He disappears, makes you miss him while he tries to control his demon side and let you live your normal life. Yet he can’t stay away, the connection between you two is strong* “Even if I’m a demon, do you think I would be able to hurt you? You the one that has proven I have a heart? No matter what I do I can’t stay away and you can’t either. We always come back to each other”

Tao:

*He would sneak in your dreams, make it seem he’s just an illusion. He would watch you from the shadows yet never show you his face. He would be there but not. He’s a demon, he’s selfish and wants you all by himself but the love is too strong, he knows the’s too dark to be good for you* “Maybe… one day it’ll be possible… maybe one day I won’t be that scary… you want to meet me but are you really sure of what you are wishing? Do you know what my existence means?“

Kai:

*He would hide it, try to control his dark self. But the bad runs in his veins, he has that reputation at school. Yet he wouldn’t dare to hurt you, even if that means staying away. But he can’t, he can’t just sit and watch other people getting close when you, as strange as it is, are his soulmate* “No one… no one hurts her. Not even you, or me. Got it? She’s the only light a demon can have, she’s the only reason I haven’t fallen deeper in the abyss. She’s my soulmate and I will protect her”

Xiumin:

*It’s been centuries, it’s been so long since the last time he was awake. He was reckless, dangerous, feared. The rumor he finally woke up again spread fast, they all fear the chaos may come again. And it might, but there’s a reason for his awakening. Redemption, salvation, you.* “I felt it the moment she arrived to this world, I felt her heart beating just as if it were mine. In all my demon life, this is the first time I felt alive.”

Baekhyun:

*He’s that kind of boy that gives you chills, his gaze paralyzes you and tells you to run, run fast, run away. But he’s like a magnet too, he’s the mystery you always wanted to solve, he’s the reason you stay awake at night. Just to see him, see how he appears in front of your window taking all the light in his hands and watches you, watches you as if it were the last time he would see you.* “You want to know who I am, what I am. You want to show me that light can be used in many different ways, that the darkness doesn’t scare you. Do you know I love you, me a demon that can’t love? Would you believe it if I walk to your room and let you see me closely?”

Luhan:

*You are drawn to him, you can’t help ti. It’s like being thirsty, like your whole body is thirsty, your soul craves for him. And so is he, he’s feeling, finally feeling. But he’s scared, scared it would be too much to take in, too much for you* “for centuries I haven’t felt a thing, and suddenly this all comes in. It’s too strong, too strong to take it all in. What if… what if in my passion I mess it all? I create the chaos I once did… but this time you get caught in it?”

Chen:

*He’s a demon… yes he is one and you know. But he is also fighting his demons, literally. Once a demon has found redemption, once a demon has found that hope you give him, you and him become a target. A demon that feels, how could that be? You are a threat in their world, because his need to protect you, his strong love makes him even more dangerous* “I can’t leave your side, I can’t pretend I’m not drawn to you. But my love means you are in danger, my love means chaos. I don’t want that life for you, but is your choice to make… will you accept that we are soulmates?”

Kyungsoo:

*Doing everything in his power to have you is just the beginning. A love that is not supposed to exist, a love that is forbidden. He knows what it means, he knows it could be his end, or the beginning of a new life. He never felt warmth, never felt something similar to the need of his soul for you, never even imagine he would feel a thing at all.* “You changed it all, you changed the definition of demons, you changed the meaning of my life if it ever had one, you changed my existence. Who are you? Who am I? What are we? Soulmates? Even in this hell, there are things worth fighting for. Even after being stuck here for centuries, I can escape. All thanks to you, my love”

Lay:

*How can it be, that his beautiful existence is also so dark. How can it be that the light you see in his eyes is caused only by you. He had explained a million times and yet you can’t understand how he can be so scared of himself, how he calls himself a dark being. You were never scared, he was always a part of you, and no matter what his nature meant, you were meant to be together. Nothing can change that, nothing will set you apart* “this is the moment I can say that it all was worth the suffering, everything I had encounter during this long life was worth it, because at the end… I could finally find you, my heart.”

Suho:

*It was be hard, getting close to him. It was dangerous, making him show you his face. It was scary, knowing all the rumors, myths and legends were real. But it never made you run away, you couldn’t. Something inside told you to stay, to help his lonely soul. And the you understood, the reason behind demons’ nature. The lack of affection, the lack of love and light. It’s all because they don’t know what humans do, that there’s always someone for us* “You knew but I didn’t… I wandered on this world for so long without a purpose, questioning why I lived. Until I saw your eyes, it all made sense. Why I was so different from the other creatures in this planet, I didn’t know, I didn’t know someone was meant to be with me”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Downright Neighborly; Part Two

Fandom: WWE/TNA

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday Crew, welcome aboard our jaunty ship once again! Tagging our usual suspects, the Prince Of Badasses @toxiicpop, Strowman’s Maestro @hardcorewwetrash and the All-Seeing Polaris @oraclegazes!

(Also I apologize, but due to my laptop losing its mind every time I try to tag people I’m going to abandon the ‘new tagees’ list. I am so sorry everyone! D: ) Enjoy!


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The News Room Part ⅱ || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by stydiaislove

word count : 1,270

pairing : Jughead x Reader

warnings : sadness, breaking things, SELF DOUBT, SELF HATE,  the most extreme feels

summary : after three whole weeks of avoiding Jughead after he cheated on you with Betty, Jughead tries to show how sorry his is by showing how much he loves you.

a/n : i went a little over board, but i really like how it turned out. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i loved writing it! 

part one

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     After leaving the school that night, you had went straight home. You threw away everything Jughead ever given you. You ripped apart the teddy bear he’d gotten your for the two of yours first anniversary. You  tore and burned most of the pictures you had of each other. After all that you just broke down; crying loud enough to cause your parents to come into your room and comfort you. They felt for you as they also believed the two of you would be together forever; well so much for that. 

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Owned - pt 7

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Y/N.”

“Go away.” You mumbled through the door.

He turned the knob and entered, laying eyes on your body resting on the bed. “You need to come home.” He said.

It had been a couple of weeks since you got home. He let you stay with your mother to mourn but he knew you blamed him.

Every time he tried to touch you, you moved away. It just didn’t feel right anymore. He was the one that had kept you away. Now you understood what he meant when he used to talk about your lack of hatred towards him.

Now you tried your hardest not to hate him.

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BTS’ Reaction to Their Girlfriend Coming Out As Transgender

[Female to Male] // for anon <3

Seokjin:

He would be a little surprised at first, not really knowing what to say. When he finally spoke up, his words warmed your heart.

“It might take a bit of time for me to adjust with pronouns and a new name but I need you to know that I’ll love and support you unconditionally. You’re still my baby.” 

He pulled you in for a warm and loving hug, resting his chin on your head and rubbing circles into your back.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi/Suga:

He would understand that this was something big and a lot of things would need to change, but he didn’t know why you were so scared to tell him. He was very open with his bisexuality with you since the very start of your relationship, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t love you anymore (not that he could ever stop loving you anyway).

“I’m so glad you told me, but I don’t wanna make a big deal out of this, because there’s really nothing to make any fuss about. It’s simple - before you were my baby girl, and now your my baby boy. Actually, you’ve always been my baby boy. There’s been a few times where I could tell that you hinted towards not being comfortable as female. There’s nothing to worry about, babe. I love you and I’ll never stop loving you as long as I live. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Originally posted by stonedbitcheslovecupcakes


Hoseok/J-Hope:

While he read the letter you wrote for him, the concentration in his eyes was almost intimidating. You sat across from him on the bed, pulling at the ends of your sleeves. He put the letter down and took your hand in his, wiggling forward to sit closer to you.

“Listen to me,” he wiped a tear from your cheek, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Period. If you think that this changes the way I feel about you, you’re wrong. Girl, guy, goldfish - no matter what you indentify as, I’ll still love and care for you. Now, why don’t we go to the mall and buy you some new clothes, my handsome prince?”

Originally posted by jhope-shi


Namjoon/Rap Monster:

He would already know a bit about what transgender was, so you wouldn’t need to explain that aspect of it to him. He would probably ask a lot of questions, wanting to know when you were comfortable with switching your pronouns to male ones. 

“This may seem really big and scary to you, but it’s actually just a small part of you when you look at it in perspective. You’re still the most energetic, happiest and gorgeous human being I’ve ever met. The only difference is, people are going to see you and address you as your true self; a guy. And if they don’t - I’m gonna break their fucking noses.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin:

“So, let me get this right. You feel as though you were born in the wrong body, and you want to transition to be male. That’s perfectly okay, Jagi! I’ve read a lot about this stuff and I know there’s loads of people who feel the same way! Maybe you can make some transgender friends? Having people around you who’re going through the same thing could really help.” 

There would be nothing but love from him, and he’d be very eager to help you pick out a new hair cut or a new style that you like.

Originally posted by tbhobi

Taehyung/V:

It might take a few times to explain everything and for him to fully understand, but he would be 100% supportive and want to be there with you in every step of your transition.

“I’ve got a boyfriend now, that’s so cool,” he giggled, trying to make you more comfortable with a bit of humour, “have you thought about names yet? I like Taehyung 2.0.” 

You both laughed as you playfully hit his arm, the two of you now cuddling on your shared bed.

“I love you so much.” He whispered while drawing cirlces with his finger on your back.

Originally posted by jitonic

Jeongguk:

He would most likely beat himself up for not noticing sooner.

“Jagi, I wish you wouldn’ve told me before now…you’ve been suffering silently,” he pouted, thinking about all the times he called you “baby girl” and now noticing how your face fell slightly upon hearing the pet name. Once you reassured him that it was okay, and that now he could call you baby boy instead, he ended up getting very sappy and spending the rest of the night listing off every reason why he loved you.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

A Bite Of Sin (M)

Genre: Smut, vampire!AU, (a bit of angst?)
Word count: 4748
Description: After one fateful accident your entire life changes, but so does Jimin, leaving you bitter and lonely until you both break down.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: Inspired by Jimin in BST MV (his outfit was screaming vampire to me ><). Also I started writing this yesterday without even realizing that today is his birthday, so great timing getting inspired! #HappyJiminDay everyone!

You had known Jimin for a couple of years already, when you actually got to know the real him. Who knows if he would have ever shared his secret if it wasn’t for that one fateful day.

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Long Time

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: When the reader’s best friend moves to the other side of the country, they certainly never expected to bump into him two years later.

Pairing(s): Ethan x Reader

Warnings: None! I was a pure bean for once.

A/N: It took me a looong time to get round to writing this, but here it is. In this the reader is from Maine like Ethan so I apologise to everyone that lives elsewhere (that’s gotta be, like, the majority of y’all, right?). Flashbacks/memories are in italics.

Originally posted by nestorquik

The strong scent of coffee hit you instantly as you stepped into the café. You ordered your usual, popping your headphones into your ears as you received the paper cup and stepped back outside into the street. It was a bright and sunny day, something you were still getting used to since you had only moved from Maine a couple of months ago.

You couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as your mind wandered back to your family and friends that were currently on the opposite side of America. All of your dreams had come true when you were accepted into an elite college in Los Angeles, a place you had always longed to see. You sighed as you thought back to when Ethan Nestor was in your life. You had grown up together, your entire lives you were practically joined at the hip. Everyone would comment on how close you were and that, some day, you would wind up married. He was your rock, your soulmate. Nothing could separate the two of you.


Five years ago

“That’s no fair, you cheated!” Ethan panted as he reached the bench you were sprawled across.

“You said it was a race, you never specified when said race started.” You laughed at him, patting the seat next to you.

“God damn you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He grumbled, collapsing onto the bench and resting an arm over the back of it. You instinctively manoeuvred yourself into his side and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, watching the sun set over the horizon, before Ethan stood up and suggested you start walking back home.

“Stay round mine for the night,” you offered. “You know you’re welcome to.”

“That’s just what we need, more evidence suggesting we’re dating.” He joked, removing his jacket and throwing it around your frame to protect you from the cold.

“Well, can you blame everyone for thinking it?” You teased.

“As if I’d ever date you, you’re gross.”

“I’m gross? At least I don’t have cooties.”

“Real mature, Y/N. The day I date you is the day Hell freezes over.”

“I’d rather shave my head than date you.” You laughed, prodding him in the ribs playfully.

“Tell you what, if we end up dating then we can shave our heads together.”

“Nah,” you said, running your fingers through his thick, brown hair. “I like your hair too much. Why don’t you dye it instead?”

He grinned and nodded in agreement. “What colour should I dye it?”

You shrugged, thinking of his favourite colour. “How about blue?”

“You have yourself a deal,” he said, shaking your hand. “When we start dating I will dye my hair and you’ll shave yours off.”

I think you mean if we start dating, Ethan.”

“Yeah, sure, if.”


Present day

You mentally cursed as the image of your old best friend found its way into your brain. You had managed to avoid thinking about him ever since he had left you. That selfish, arrogant bastard. He had moved away with little explanation, leaving you all alone and wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. It had been almost two years now since you had last spoken and you had given up all hope on him tracking you down and apologising like you had hoped.

Suddenly. everything around you reminded you of him. The song playing on your phone described how you felt about him; the sky was his favourite shade of blue; the drink you were holding was the same one that he used to make you every morning.

You needed to get this boy off your mind, fast.

Rounding a corner, you found yourself at a large park that you had discovered about a week back. It was the ideal spot to sit and watch the world go by, especially when you had a good playlist and a delicious drink. The song ‘Fergalicious’ came on and you felt a bitter-sweet pang of pain in your heart. You were there when Ethan recorded himself lip-syncing to it all those years ago and from then on you would use it to wind him up. Hurriedly, you skipped the song, allowing yourself to relax slightly when it was no longer playing.

Your eyes wandered over to a yellow Lab, happily trotting alongside a group of men. Two were making large gestures with their arms and having a conversation as another recorded it, the camera on his shoulder blocking his face. The dog watched them warily and you could hear them talk to it before erupting into laughter. You couldn’t help but smile as the dog’s tail started wagging excitedly at the sound of its owners’ happiness. Ethan loved dogs too.

You groaned, finding it impossible not to think of him now. It was like the floodgates had opened and every suppressed emotion and thought were now crashing through in one massive tidal wave, flooding your senses and consuming your mind.


Two years ago

The sound of someone knocking on your door echoed through your house. Beaming at the person on the other side of it once you opened it, you stepped to one side to let them in.

“Ethan, hi. I didn’t know you were coming round today.” You greeted him, leading him to the couch in the living room before sitting next to him.

“Actually, I have news,” he announced. “I can’t stay too long, I need to pack.”

“Going on holiday?” You asked, surprised neither he - nor his family - had told you.

Ethan fiddled with his fingers, twiddling his thumbs and cracking his knuckles. “Not exactly.” You waited patiently for him to elaborate before he took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N, I don’t want to make things awkward between us, but there’s something I need to get off my chest. I just hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” you reassured him, holding one of his hands in your own. “Ethan, you’re my best friend, you can tell me anything.”

“Y/N, I love you.” He blurted out. His cheeks turned pink and he dropped his gaze.

“Well, yeah, I love you too, doofus.” You joked, a little confused.

“No - I mean - more than a friend.” He explained.

“Wait, what?” You said weakly, not quite taking it all in yet.

“Y/N, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. You’re everything to me, I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why this is going to be really difficult…”

You stared at him in shock as he trailed off. Never had you thought that he would harbour romantic feelings for you, let alone declare his love for you like this. You felt your face light up, you were overjoyed with happiness.

And that’s when he spoke again.

“I’m moving to California.”

Your face fell in disbelief as you struggled to find the right response.

“W-what?” You finally managed to stammer out.

Ethan spoke quickly, as if he was worried he might change his mind if he stopped talking for even a second. “Tomorrow. I’m leaving Maine and moving to California. My friends from YouTube invited me to work with them and it’s an offer I can’t say no to. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared you would try and stop me. I don’t want to leave you, but you have to understand that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. And I don’t want my feelings for you to get in the way of me finally getting what I want in life. So, this is me getting everything off my chest and… and saying goodbye.”

When he was finished talking he just watched you, waiting for your reaction. You were overcome with emotions as everything clicked in your head, your best friend reciprocated your love for him, but he was leaving you. He didn’t want to tell you in case it hurt you, but he also didn’t trust you enough to let him achieve his dreams. You looked into his stormy green-blue eyes and saw nothing but anguish.

“Ethan, I would never try to get in the way of your goals, and if you don’t know that by now then you clearly don’t know me as well as you think.” Your voice wobbled slightly and you tried to keep a straight face.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I meant- I just meant that if you had tried to convince me to stay then I would’ve. But I need to put this job first, I can’t have someone tying me down.” He stopped when he realised what he had said. “Wait, no, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t-”

“Get out.” You hissed, cutting him off.

Ethan’s face paled, his eyes wide. “No, Y/N, please-”

“I said get out.” You said sternly. You stood up pointed to the door.

He walked away, tears threatening to spill onto his face as he watched you open the door for him. “Y/N-”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for in California,” you told him, going to slam the door on him.

“Wait,” he called, leaning against it with one arm. “Before I go, I have to know. Do you love me too?”

You clenched your jaw and stared him straight in the eye. “Goodbye, Ethan.” You pushed him outside and let the tears fall silently as the latch clicked behind him, removing him from your life forever.


Present day

Something warm and wet hit your hand and you opened your eyes in surprise, half expecting it to be tears. Instead, you found yourself face to face with the Labrador, who was now licking your palm and nuzzling her nose into your fingers.

“Well, hey there, gorgeous.” You cooed, petting her gently and cracking a small smile when she barked in response. “What’s your name?”

“That’s Chica,” a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up and saw one of the men from before watching you. He had dark hair and kind eyes. “I’m sorry if she’s bothering you, she ran off before we could put her back on her leash.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble. She just wanted to say hello.” You replied, returning your gaze to Chica, her big, brown eyes staring up at you and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.

“Well, say goodbye to the nice person, Chica, it’s time to go home.” The man said. You gathered your things and went to head off yourself when the other two men walked over to the three of you.

“You ready to go, Mark?” The taller of the pair asked. The first man said something in reply, but you were too distracted to hear it.

The last man was staring at you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide with shock. His bright blue hair was different, yet a familiar shade. The same colour that he loved so much.

“Ethan?” You asked quietly, not sure whether to trust your instinct.

“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking as tears started flowing down his face.

“Ethan!” You ran towards him and he met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug and twirling you around.

“Y/N!” He cried, collapsing onto the floor, you still in his arms as you sobbed. “I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

“I am too. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You whispered, clinging to him for dear life, as if you were afraid you would lose him again if you let go.

“I wanted to call you but I was so scared you wouldn’t want to be friends after what happened. Not a day’s passed that I don’t regret what happened.” He told you, cradling you gently as his tears fell on the top of your head.

“Ethan,” you managed to choke out between sobs. “I love you too.” You felt him stiffen before he hugged you even harder and kissed your forehead.

“I love you,” He repeated. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Hey, uh, guys?” Mark called awkwardly. “I hate to interrupt, but what the heck is going on here?”

“I’ll tell you what’s going on here,” Ethan replied, scrambling to stand up and pulling you up behind him. “Y/N here has to shave their head.”

Feisty Little Hobbit

Summary: You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but you are the exact opposite.

Chapter Summary: You are asked to join a quest.

Notes: I’m going to be continuing from my other one-shot and I’m going to try to make other stories too. Have fun! Also no pairings just yet.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  MASTER LIST

“Bringing along one hobbit is reckless enough, but two? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Plus one of them is a woman. She has no place amongst us,” Thorin says, making you scoff.

After the unwelcome dwarves had welcomed the leader of the unwelcomed Company, you decided you had had enough. Before you could insult every single person in your home, you made your way to your room, but you left your door open so you could listen in on these silly conversations.

“We should bring her in here to talk about it. She can handle a weapon. She stole yours to prove it and she’s very feisty. She’d be a great asset to our company, Uncle,” Fili states.

You don’t know how, but you know that it is his voice that is speaking.

“Very well. Master Burglar, would you please get your sister. It seems that I will not get rest if I do not at least speak to her,” Thorin says and after hearing Biblo agree, you hear footsteps coming to your room.

You feign sleep, but you know it’s not going to work. Not with your big brother.

“I know you’re awake y/n. You cannot fool me no matter how hard you try,” he says and you sigh, sitting up.

“I’m not going to speak with those silly dwarves,” you say stubbornly. “They won’t rest until they get an answer. Just hear them out and then turn them down,” he says. You sigh and stand, following him back to the dining room.

The company turns towards you, but your attention is turned toward Thorin.

“How can I help you, your majesty?” you ask sarcastically, bowing slightly. He sighs and rubs his temples. He’s only met you for five minutes, but you were already becoming a pain in his royal ass.

“My nephews want you to join us on our quest,” he states.

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to you in the now crowded area.

“Let us have a little more light,” Gandalf says and Biblo moves away to grab another candle. You move to stand on the other side of Gandalf and next to Dwalin.

Gandalf brings out a map and explains the purpose of the unexpected party.

“I do not understand why Bilbo or myself will be needed,” you say, breaking the silence that has ensued after Gandalf’s explanation.

“Bilbo, and yourself if you decide to come, will acquire a gem inside of the mountain. A gem that proves that Thorin is the rightful king under the mountain,” Gandalf explains,”while Smaug is used to the smell of dwarf, he is unaccustomed to that of a hobbit.”

“Bilbo and I will not be going on this absolute suicide mission,” you reply shortly.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. They are hardly burglar material,” Balin says and that makes you almost want to join the quest. Almost.

“Aye. The wilderness is not a place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves. Especially a woman,” Dwalin says and you resist the urge to slap his bald head. That comment makes you scoff and Gandalf upset. Before he can say something, you open your mouth.

“And how do I know you’re not women? If I remember correctly, you can’t really tell the difference between a male and female. For all I know, King Thorin could actually be Queen Thorin,” you say and you hear a choking noise from Gloin who had just taken a sip of ale. Thorn is glaring at you again.

“We are all male , thank you very much. Gandalf, I will not be taking these two hobbits with me,” Thorin growls out and Gandalf’s eyebrows furrow.

“You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than any of you know, including himself,” at this, he looks at Bilbo,“If Miss Baggins decides to join as well then it will be a company of 15.”

Thorn looks at Gandalf and nods.

“Very well. Hand them a contract,” he says and Balin stands and holds up two pieces of paper.

” It’s just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth,” he explains, handing one to me and the other to Thorin who shoves it into Bilbo’s chest.

“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo asks, whimpering. He has always been the soft-hearted one. You read over yours quickly and Bilbo voices what you read.

“Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration… incineration?” he asks, looking back at the company and you smile a little. He’s going to faint.

“One coin says that he’ll faint,” you whisper to Dwalin. He looks at you and then your brother. “He doesn’t seem that weak. You got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake it earning a small smile from Thorin.

“Aye, he’ll your flesh off in the blink of an eye,” Bofur states. Bilbo chokes and goes back into the hall.

“You alright there, laddie?” Balin asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need. I need air,” Biblo says again and you give him another 40 seconds.

“Think furnace with wings. Flash of light, searing pain and puff. You’re nothing, but a pile of ash,” Bofur explains, yet again and you laugh quietly.

Bilbo straightens and looks at you and looks back ahead. “Nope,” he mutters before promptly fainting into your arms.

“Aye. How did you get there so quickly lassie?” Bofur asks as you gently lay him on the ground.

“I’m his sister. I know everything about him and you, Master Dwalin, owe me a coin,” you say smugly as Gandalf scolds Bofur.

It was decided then that you were going to be a part of this company whether Bilbo joined you or not.

Till You Come Back Home

I’m supposed to be taking a break from the Internet for my mental health, but I wrote this and it’s been burning inside me and I just need to put it out there. It’s set after last week’s Livewire episode, right after Mon El walks out of Kara’s apartment. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. I’ll be back soon. Here on A03.

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The silence rang loudly in Kara’s ears, stinging like a thousand decibels as she sat still, staring blankly at the door.

All she could do was breath, remind her eyes to blink when required, and refuse to fall apart. He didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve it, but she also didn’t know why it hurt this much.

Hurt. Was that even the right word? This wasn’t the first time she’d been left alone with this kind of mess, the aftermath of someone else’s desires and regrets poured out on the table in front of her like she was supposed to know what to do with them, how to arrange the pieces and hand it all back. With Winn, at least she was able to voice something, anything, even if it had crushed him temporarily. With James, it was harder. It took longer to figure out why she didn’t feel the same way, but the rejection part was easier, or so she thought. Now, it turned out she’d lost them both, her two closest friends lying, choosing to walk away, to put themselves in danger, not caring about anything but their own egos and the selfish need to prove themselves at the highest cost. She couldn’t watch it unfold if they weren’t willing to listen, to at least learn alongside her instead of charging out on their own. Then again, she hadn’t even given them that option.

Kara buried her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes, clutching her cheekbones as she rested her elbows on the table, resisting the urge to scream. Everything was changing so fast, even the good change felt like whiplash. She was so happy for Alex. She already loved Maggie like another sister, but it was still change. There was less time together as a family, more time left in solitude. And there, in that lonely space, was Mon El.

Every moment they spent together sent up a million red flags, and yet, it felt familiar, comforting in a way she couldn’t explain without sounding weak or needy or damaged. There was nothing about him that made her feel good or supported or better than she was before he came into her life, but there he was. He was there when other people weren’t, when everyone else had their own lives and callings and demons to conquer. He wanted to help her, even if he didn’t know how, and more importantly, he wanted her. And the truth was, she wanted to be wanted. Just not by him.

That’s why this sick, sinking feeling came when he told her. That’s why she felt the impulse to run, even if she had coaxed it out of him, demanded he tell her the real reason he wanted to be partners. Because the truth, while flattering and warming and reassuring on some level, was still not enough, but he hadn’t even given her the chance to make that decision, to come to her own conclusions. Instead, he chose to spill his guts, tell her to forget it all, pretend it never happened, leaving her once again, more alone than she’d ever felt.

She sighed deeply, pushing away from the table, slowly making her way towards the bedroom, shrugging off her jacket as she flopped onto the bed. She knew she should sleep. That always made her feel better, even if she woke up still not having the answers to fix everything that was broken. But instead, she found herself scanning her phone, sifting through text messages, facing the urge to make one more call, one more attempt at the connection she craved before calling it a night.

The phone rang, and rang some more. Panic began to sink in again, until finally, she heard the line pick up.

“Yes, I’m still alive,” Cat teased. “No thanks to Supergirl.”

“I know you would have done the same thing,” Kara argued, undoing her ponytail, letting her hair fan out across the bed. “And Supergirl wouldn’t have let her go if she didn’t know with absolute certainty you’d be safe.”

“How can she be so sure of that?”

“Oh, she has her ways,” Kara insisted.

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At a loss...

For the last year, year and a half we have been facing a significant problem with Veronica and we just aren’t sure what to do about it anymore. Nothing we have tried seems to be changing her behaviour.

She steals and she lies. I know the lying is more of an age thing than an autism thing as we have and still go through it with Sophia, but the stealing just isn’t stopping.

She steals toys, coins, snacks, etc. Luckily she hasn’t shop lifted yet, everything has been from home. 

Today alone she has gotten in trouble 3 times for taking things from Sophia.

We have tried explaining to her why stealing is wrong. We have tried just discouraging the behaviour. We have tried time outs. We have tried taking things away from her and grounding her from electronics. We have tried explaining to her that if this behaviour continues especially as she gets older that she could go to jail (extreme? maybe, but we are trying to teach her that stealing is very, very wrong). 

We have gotten to the point where we have to put a lock on the pantry and/or put “fun” snacks in our bedroom where she isn’t allowed to go. She will steal snacks that are sugary and candy when we have it. 

Nothing seems to be deterring the behaviour. I have sat with her and told her that when she steals, it tells that person that she does not love them and they are not important to her.

When I ask her if stealing is okay, she can give me the right answer. She can tell me that it isn’t okay and that if she wants something, she needs to ask for it. But it just doesn’t translate in to her every day behaviour. 

And this is a daily struggle now.

What else can we do???

Janna needs closure

“Hey Janna,” a certain skateboard loving teen announced.

Without taking her eyes off Star or Marco, she effortlessly waved at Jackie. “Hey.”

The blonde glanced between Janna and the Starco pair. “What’re you doing?”

She waited for a response, but Janna ignored her question, watching Star highfive Marco and move closer to his seat to the point where she was leaning against her friend. The boy placed an arm over her shoulder and laughed with Star, probably over something trivial.

“Uh… Janna-”

“Those two are dating.”

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anonymous asked:

Autistic people are often framed as having only a singular, heavily involved "special interest", or perhaps 2 or 3, to the absolute exclusion of anything else. While I know this is likely true for some, I can't imagine that every autistic person ever doesn't have multiple hobbies or interests pursued with varying degrees of engagement. The sense I get from the NT-written things I've encountered make autistic folk seem very one-dimensional. I'd like some help clearing this up, please!

This is one of those topics that hasn’t really been researched, as far as I can tell, so I’ll be sticking to my usual method of speaking for myself and inviting autistic followers to add their thoughts. I can in no way claim to speak for everyone, but am happy to share my perspective.

First off, let me explain how a special interest works for me with a simple metaphor: falling in love. When I first come across a new special interest, its eyes sparkle at me from across the room. I get a tiny taste of it, a fragment of information or a glimpse of a picture, and a spark flies, and a fuse lights, and a bomb of euphoria goes off in my head. This thing, this thing right here, is quite clearly the most amazing, important thing I’ve ever come across. This thing is frigging incredible, the best thing that’s ever happened, and the world needs to know.

I become obsessed. I gobble up information wherever I can find it. I learn everything there is to know as quickly as I possibly can. I become an expert on this thing in a remarkably short amount of time. This is LOVE, man. Well, more accurately, this is infatuation. Puppy love. That drug-like rush of chemicals in your brain when you feel you’ve found THE ONE. I talk about it constantly, much to the annoyance of those around me who just don’t quite understand why this thing, this one thing, is so amazingly great that I need to rant about it to the exclusion of everything else in the world. (Especially since they’ve heard it all before.) Just talking about it gives me a rush of euphoria. Sometimes I can see that those around me aren’t interested, but I just can’t stop. The words pour out of me, the excitement radiates off of me, I can’t be ignored, can’t be interrupted. This is like nothing that has ever happened before! Surely, if I can explain it well enough, everyone else will see, too, right? Right?

If you’ve never been in this kind of love, you might not have learned this lesson yet, but here it comes, folks: that kind of love doesn’t last. That euphoric high that results when your brain decides to take a bath in happy chemicals - it’s just physically impossible to sustain it. Eventually, the high, the firey passion, wears off. For me, this usually takes about a year. I’ve read and watched and learned everything I can about this thing. It’s been the center point of my life for a long time, the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. And one day, suddenly, it just… doesn’t hold the same appeal. It’s not that I don’t love it anymore! I will always love it. But the love changes. It becomes the old, familiar love that comes with time. You don’t get that high from being together anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy each other’s company. You no longer try to persuade the world that this one is the one, is the best thing ever. You no longer need to. This love just settles into the back of your mind, always there, always a comfort, always ready to give you a hug when you need it.

The expertise I’ve gained from all my intensive research, that stays. I will always know just about all there is to know about that thing (at least, all there was to know when I was researching it). I’ll always be able to call that knowledge to mind later on, when it’s useful. And I’ve developed quite the reputation for being a “know-it-all”. I always seem to have some random, obscure fact right on the tip of my tongue, and it’s usually debunking some common misconception that my friends would just as soon keep on having rather than feeling like they’re constantly under attack by that one girl who just HAS to know EVERYTHING.

But it doesn’t feel that way for me. A key difference I’ve noted in communication between autistic and allistic people, and the source of a large percentage of our miscommunications in life, is this: allistic people communicate to bond emotionally and to establish and display power and dominance or submission. Autistic people communicate to share information. When I correct someone, it’s because I know that if I was wrong, I would want to be given the correct information, so I could stop being wrong. But when an allistic person is corrected like that, they take it as an attack on their status, a display of power, and a denial of their feelings. The “golden rule” doesn’t always work. It’s a constant problem.

In any case, I have always been described as someone obsessive. Someone who finds one thing (although it’s often two, three, even four things at a time) and just obsessively learns everything about it and won’t shut up about it for months and months on end. And that really does seem to be true, in a sense. I have very extreme levels of interest. Either something is amazing and I need to know everything about it, or it just doesn’t catch my interest at all. There isn’t much in between.

On the other hand, due to all the many special interests I’ve had over my more than three decades of life, I have built up quite a broad range of interests. I never lost any of them. All of those things still interest me now, and when someone brings one of them up in conversation, I still get a spark of the old obsessiveness deep inside. As a result, I now seem to have a wide range of interests, some of which I’m overtly obsessive about, and others which I keep on file, ready to pull out whenever they’re needed. When I was young, that probably wasn’t the case. It’s likely that I may have been viewed as somewhat one-dimensional as a child, obsessed with just a few things and completely uncaring about everything else. (And when my parents, trying to make me act “normal”, tried separating me from my special interests, the pain was as crushing as being forced to leave your True Love because the rest of the world doesn’t want you to be together - and only made my obsession stronger.)

What I want you to understand is that I don’t see that as a negative thing in any way. An allistic person might see that narrow range of interests and think “oh the poor thing, it’s like she lives in a tiny world and is missing so much of life!” But from my perspective, it’s allistic people who are missing out. Allistic people never seem particularly interested in anything, not by my standards. From where I’m standing, it looks like allistics just drift through life, dabbling in a little of everything but never mastering anything, never finding any real interest, never getting any real, intense joy out of any of their hobbies. An allistic person might say to me, “Yeah, I do a little crocheting, but I’m not really that into it.” And in my mind, I’ll think… then why do it at all? How horribly unsatisfying must it be to go through your entire life, never falling in love with anything you do? Never feeling that euphoria that I get to experience over and over again every time I find a new interest?

Autistic and allistic brains are specialized differently. Allistic brains are best at navigating social rules and structures and internalizing broad strokes and large categories. They look at a table for the first time and think: “That’s a table.” And that’s pretty much as far as they go. They might spend a few seconds to note the material or color or overall condition of the table, but that’s it. 

Autistic brains are specialized in details. It means we have more information to process, all those details without any mechanism for discarding the ones that aren’t important, but it also means we get to see everything about something. I see that new table and I can get lost in tracing the patterns of the grain for hours on end. Sure, it takes me longer, but I get a lot more out of it, and I get a joy from that which allistic people just don’t seem to get.

It’s similar with our interests. Allistics have broad interests, dipping their toe into the shallow ends of a thousand different pools but never really diving in. Autistics have narrow but intense interests. We absorb every detail, and in doing so experience an intense and wonderful euphoria. Honestly, sometimes I feel sorry for all the allistic people in the world who never get to experience that. The poor things… ;)

-Mod Aira

For me, I can have both special interests and normal-level interests. Just because I have stuff that I really really love and am passionate about doesn’t mean I can’t also have other interests, that I’m not quite as passionate about but that I like to dabble in from times to times or as a part of my routine. I do not feel however the urge or will to research them in more depth. There is joy that I can derive from it, but there is not the same “drive” to pursue it. I’d say that’s the main difference between a regular interest and what we call a special interest: a drive to learn about it, talk about it, read about it, build projects about it, engage with it, that is much stronger. So one person can have one or a few special interests, but I’d say it’s not always to the exclusion of everything else.

I think the intensity of special interests, their “obsessiveness” and whether or not the person likes to engage with other subjects that their special interests depends a lot from one person to the next. My special interests sound less intense than what Aira is describing, and I may have more varied non-special interests. So really I’d say this is something that depends a lot from one person to the next.

I also want to add that just because someone has a narrow range of interests doesn’t mean they’re one-dimensional: I’ve seen a special interest described as a lense through which you understand the world. The world is large, and even if you have only one such “lense”, that’s a lot of things to discover with that unique point of view.

-Mod Cat

anonymous asked:

Why do you think archie and jughead werent friends anymore at the begining of the show? is it just because archie bailed on their road trip or do you think its more? i feel like we never got a clear answer why

my personal theory is that during this trip, jughead planned to really unload everything that’s been going on with him, with his home situation, and he really expected his ‘long time pal archie’ to be there for him, 

yet he blew the trip off to be with grundy like it was nothing.

like he was nothing. like his hurting was nothing.

and this explains his grudge too. because a lot of times when a friend flakes on you, you sort of forgive them and get that something else came up, and you let it go. but he was so so strung up on it, he wouldn’t just accept that plans were cancelled. because he really had been ready to let archie know what was going on, to put his pride aside and let himself seek some help, but archie ruined it for him. 

also explains why he struggled so much with opening up, and why he didn’t tell anyone about where he was living, whether it was the drive-in or the closet under the school stairs. he’s not good with opening up. he was afraid to get blown off and ignored again, like archie did. but if you notice, he immediately spilled all the details with why he wasn’t living at home with him once he found out about the living-at-school thing.

i mean, he immediately said that his dad fell off the wagon, his mom couldn’t take it anymore, it was because fred fired him, etc. it’s not very like jughead to talk about his life so openly and so fast. it was almost like he had been preparing what to say.

jughead has spent pretty much an entire life feeling alone. he felt detached from his dad, he doesn’t see his mom. or jellybean anymore, and he just was ready to seek a support system in archie, but it was blown off and disregarded, so like anyone else would be, he was extremely upset and salty, so a little part of him is always going to be angry and hurt about that.

now this could be untrue or disproved, but that’s just how i feel about it.