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[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS V

4 QS WITH BTS

Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?

A1: Classical, jazz, opera, R&B, hip hop, EDM…… I listen to all kinds of music. Right now I’m into Hisaishi Joe’s ‘Summer’. Dadadadadan da-dan ♪ (starts singing) I want to watch his piano performance in person one day.

Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!

A2: My favorite item is shirts. I have several shirts from the simple ones to shirts with unique prints. I also like the boston bag I bought in New Year earlier this year. I’m using it with loving care!

Q3: Favorite perfume?

A3: Lots of times I choose refreshing or relaxing fragrance. I choose which one to use based on my outfits or mood.

Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?

A4: I recently finished watching the ‘Nigeru wa Haji da ga Yaku ni Tatsu’ drama! I like the scene where the female protagonist and her contract marriage partner hug every Monday. I feel like I saw that male actor somewhere so I looked him up, and turns out he’s Hoshino Gen, whose music I usually listen to! By the way among Hoshino Gen’s songs, I like ‘Nichijo’ the most. I’m practicing ‘koi dance’ too!

THIS IS HIM

[Gogh]

Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist. I saw his work ‘Starry Night’ for the first time in January and was utterly moved. After that I went to the art museums in New York and Chicago to see his works, I have his painting hung in my room too.

[Gozaru]

I learn Japanese by using the memo app on my phone to make vocabulary list or watching Japanese movies and animes. Recently I often use ‘~de gozaru’. It’s because of the character Momonosuke from ‘One Piece’.

[Snow]

I don’t know if it’s because I was born in winter, but the word ‘snow’ is meaningful to me. I like snow scenery too. One of my hobbies is taking photos, so last year when I traveled to Sapporo, I had a great time and took a lot of photos of snow scenery there.

THIS IS HIM: V is…

from RAP MONSTER

“Good-looking face and skilled at performing. Furthermore, his passion for making good music is twice as strong as others. I think he doesn’t show it that much, but I hope many people would know he has that (passion for making music) inside.”

from JUNGKOOK

“We fight sometimes but he’s like a friend who often fools around with me. Last time we promised to go to Jeju Island together but eventually couldn’t due to my personal matter… We’re close so we’ll plan again some time soon (laughs)!”

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10 AUs

1. “We have the same favorite book, and we always check it out from the library. We’ve never met, but the librarians are starting to ship us, and are coming up with ridiculous excuses for us to meet.”

2. “My dog absolutely adores you, and you absolutely adore my dog. Whenever we see each other, the two of you play for a good half-hour, at least. That’s great and all, but what’s your name?”

3. “I was planning on proposing to the person I was dating, but then, I found out they were cheating on me. They don’t know I know, and you suggest I go ahead and go through with it, with a slight twist: I propose to YOU, instead.”

4. “We’re both shopping for the same obscure item. This is the fifth store I’ve seen you at… Want to join forces?”

5. “I’m an actor, and part of my costume is a wedding ring, but I totally forgot I was wearing it. Now you’re yelling at me for flirting with you, and I have no clue how to get a word in edgewise to explain.”

6. “There’s only one bag of my favorite candy left, and you’re about to put it in your cart. Please don’t, seriously. I’ve had an awful week, and I need my candy fix.”

7. “I’ve never actually met the person my sibling is going to marry, but you’re always there at the wedding planning, so I just assumed it was you. But now you’re asking me out? And you’re actually the future spouse’s best friend? Oh, wow, I was not expecting that.”

8. “If you hug me, I will stab you-Oh, my gosh. You aren’t my best friend, you’re a stranger, and you look slightly terrified of me now. Please don’t call the police, I’m not actually going to stab anyone.”

9. “I passed out in a public place, and you sat with me for several hours to make sure no one harassed me? That is both sweet and strange.”

10. “We’re neighbors, and you always hear me screaming about my cooking disasters, and swoop in to save me. I probably should start paying you, honestly.”

firepawthedragonclydesdale  asked:

this question has been in my mind for a bit um how did you find out Oreo liked bread?

Good question! Oreo has always been very curious about the food in our plates at mealtime. As a kitten, Oreo would climb up my husband’s leg while he was standing at the kitchen counter to get a bite of his toast. 

That’s where it all started. As time went by and his love for bread consumed him, it led to Oreo invading grocery bags in order to find his favorite treat. No bread was safe after this.

Every morning when we get up we find Oreo sitting in front of the microwave (we keep the bread inside, safe from the bread bandit).

As well as pawing at the toaster.

As time went by his bread addiction let to a full blown carb addiction. Now even bags of uncooked pasta are not safe.

The Front Bottoms song meanings
  • Flashlight: it’s about someone having a hold over you. this is a recurring theme throughout a number of songs on our album. Our favorite line from the song is “I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom”
  • Maps: This song is pretty self-explanatory. It’s about the idea of not knowing what’s next. Accepting the fact that your life won’t be as comfortable as everyone makes it out to be when you’re younger. It’s about finding out life is a longer road than you had expected. Favorite line: “Let me be a raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right in”
  • Looking Like You Just Woke Up: This was the quickest song we wrote. It happens to also be the shortest on the record. Same idea as from Flashlight - just someone having a hold on you. (One of our good friends fell in love with this girl that still had a boyfriend and so in order to make time with the girl, he hung out a lot with the boyfriend and her. He slowly found out that the girl he thought he loved was kind of a bitch and he found that maybe the one he really loved was her boyfriend. They have somewhat of a romantic relationship now. And they are living together.) The vibe of this song comes from that situation. Favorite Line: “It probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide”
  • Mountain: This song is actually about buying drugs in Pennsylvania. The line was originally “I bought weed. A big bag in Pennsylvania. I’m gonna light it up when I get home to Jersey” We changed it because none of us have bought drugs or smoked ganja. ever. Favorite Line: “They’re gonna ruin my whole summer. Stop taking pictures with your phone. Stop taking pictures with your phone.”
  • Rhode Island: we met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back. favorite line-“She says you gotta promise not to break not matter how far you are bent, she says you gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again”
  • The Beers: It’s about the same deal. Someone having a hold over you, so much so that you’d be willing to put yourself in danger, to change yourself in order to make them like you. But the song is all over the place and that’s just a small part of it. Favorite Line: “And it’s an aerial view from your house to my room”
  • Father: I put myself in someone else’s body and I wrote this song about my life.
  • Swimming Pool: The voicemail in the breakdown is from one of our friend’s dads to our friend about some dumb shit about a girl. He saved it and we added it later on to our song. Months later, the girl’s mom cornered me in the grocery store and asked me if we could take that voicemail out of the song. But we’re punk rock so we left it.
  • Favorite Line- “There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool”
  • The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming: I got stranded in Germany one time and I missed Thanksgiving. Side note: On Thanksgiving, I ate a hot dog with some weird potato shit on it in Amsterdam but it was still mad good. As I was walking around Berlin, I found this circus of freaks - it was more or less a sideshow act but it was free so I went in. I met a dude who was a gangster drug dealer, he let me stay at his house and was actually super nice. He cooked me food and went to Amsterdam with me. But while I was staying in his house he explained to me the rules of the streets in Berlin. Everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose, everyone is part of the program.
  • Bathtub: There’s so much in this song. Take it for what it’s worth. Favorite line: Please take me off speaker phone, this is a private conversation.
  • Legit Tattoo Gun: This song was originally called “MJ” because when we put it out we gave it two different names on two different websites. If you know this song as “MJ,” you’re way more punk rock. At one point, I was making out with a woman who was making out with a lot of other people. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. Favorite Line: “I am not a dirty god, I don’t have a dirty body”
  • Hooped Earrings: This is about a friend of mine that asked me to be there with her when she came out to her mother. Favorite Line: Curly hair don’t look good cut short.
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🌟 Bath Magic 🌟!

Let’s talk about one of my favorite ways to practice magic! There’s nothing more rejuvenating to me than a long hot bath. I definitely gravitate towards using water in my practice, and magical baths are my favorite way to incorporate this. For my baths, I usually put together a standard mix for overall cleansing and good vibes, and then customize it from there depending on what kind of energy im trying to attract!

My standard bath mix:

Equal parts of:

💫Epsom Salt - This stuff is all over good for you! It eases any aches and pains and eliminates toxins in the body. I use this as a cleansing element in the bath mix

💫Himalayan Pink Salt - Similar to the epsom salt, this detoxifies your body as well as your energetic field. Pink salt is a powerful energetic healer and has a way of absorbing and dispersing negative energy, while also being awesome for the body because of all the trace minerals found in it!

💫Coconut oil - Magically useful for protection&  purification, so a lovely addition to the baths cleansing properties! Coconut oil is also a fantastic moisturizer & I love having some in the bath in order to lock moisture in my skin!

💫Rose Water - If I have any rose water on hand, I’ll add a little bit into my mix! Roses are commonly known to correspond with love and passion and a litle rose water is a great way to invite more love into your life. Roses & rose water are also associated with intuition, and dream magic.

💫Moon Water - I also include a splash of moon charged water in my bath! I usually work pretty closely with the moon, so this is a personal comfort! I love having the energy of a moonbeam with me while I’m cleansing from energetic build up or preforming a spell or ritual

💫Selenite Dust - Selenite is a fantastic cleansing mineral thats energy is very similar to the moon. This mineral dissolves in water, so be sure not to place your favorite piece in the bath! I have a bit of selenite that I use specifically for making dust.

💫Essential Oils - There are a variety of oils you could add depending on what your intentions are! I usually switch up which oils I add depending on the intention of the bath. My favorites right now are tea tree oil and rosemary!

From there, I sometimes will add teabags, herbs and flowers (pictured above are rose petals, honeysuckle and rosemary for luck and abundance!) put these in a muslin bag so that clean up is a little easier), and bring candles and crystals with me. My favorite things to add to my standard bath mix are a nice bath bomb that color-coordinates with my intentions (I really respond to magical color correspondences! ), and a face mask.

For me, these baths are almost always for a through energetic cleanse, and are useful before doing spell work or ritual work. They can also be so useful when I’m just going through a stressful time and need to relax! I use them to ground, center, cleanse, and meditate. Baths can also be a perfect quiet time to develop your intuition, or a safe space to practice spirit work. Of course you can also build a spell into a bath mix, or anything else you wish!

Baths can also be medicinal, and as with any medicinal practice make sure your health situation can mix with any herbal / holistic medicinal methods safely!

💫

Fanon Langst is so…………. like, I understand that everyone experiences low self-esteem and struggles with their worth in different ways, but fanon Langst is really bad lmao. It’s so one note to me? And a lot of the time it feels like just an excuse to beat on Lance.

If you want your blog to be filled with pics of Lance crying, go ahead. But it is disturbing how Big this trend of ‘Lance being hurt, Lance crying, Lance dying’ is in this fandom. It’s…. weird that I can go into the tag, either here or on ao3, and know with 100% certainty that I’ll see something about Lance getting hurt/killed.

Many people have been quick to point out that all this excessive Langst content ties into racism. And I won’t lie, I agree with them. Lance is a confirmed brown, Cuban, character of color. And there is a history of brown lives being less valued than white lives- a history that is in fact still happening now. It’s important to remember and acknowledge that fact, and therefore reexamine Langst content with a more critical eye.

HOWEVER, I also understand that Langst is a popular thing because Lance is relatable to the audience. And because Lance is so relatable, it’s easy to project on him. But I gotta………. look, I’m not a psychologist or a therapist, but to every person reading this post- if you treat Lance as a sort of vehicle for every negative thought or fantasy you’ve ever had for yourself, you need to take a step back and just…. look at what you’re doing. Because I did this sort of thing when I was younger, too. I took my favorite characters, the ones I related to most, and I beat them to all hell and made them wish they were dead. And looking back on it now, I’m alarmed by how many Warning Signs there were.

Making angsty content of your faves is fun, but not to the extent that you use them as punching bag stand ins for your own issues. I’ve realized now that I wailed on my favorite characters because I wanted to hurt myself. It wasn’t a healthy way to cope then, and it’s taken me a long time to recover from that mindset.

So yeah. Maybe it’s time we start shifting away from hurting Lance.

I’ve fallen in love

(A/N): I haven’t written for Loki in ages! 

Request:Loki x reader where you’re Natasha’s little sister and when Loki is sent to Earth to be watched over by the Avengers you and him end up falling in love with each other and you hid from everyone please

Warnings: none


Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

     “(Y/N), no,” Nat stated as she folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you menacingly. “It’s not a good idea, he took down our entire team, you have no chance-” 

    “Well forgive me for doing my job Nat,” You sigh as you turn to her, sighing exasperatedly. “I was assigned Loki and nothing you do or say is going to change that. It’s only for a 2 or 3 months at most plus I’ve handled stuff worse than him,” 

    “Remember what he did to Barton?” She asks, her voice low and dark, a tone that would intimidate anyone, anyone but you. You’d grown up listening to that voice, that dark tone that was intimidating to all but to you it was just Nat. 

    “I know Nat but he had the tesseract back then, now he’s just-” 

   “Now he’s just the god of mischief (Y/N), this should be a walk in the park for you,” You smile a bit, assembling the last of your shield uniform before turning on your heel, giving Nat a quick little smirk. 

    “It will be,” 


    The god of mischief sat before you, shackled and chained like some animal. Despite the mask over his mouth you most definitely could see he was smirking, you could see it in those devious eyes of his. 

     “Be careful (Y/N),” Fury whispers to you in passing, handing you a simple remote with all the controls to his elaborate cage. You give him a small smile and nod, quickly putting your hard facade back on to face Loki. 

    “Let’s get one thing clear,” You state, mocking Nat’s rather intimidating tone. “I’m not here to mess around, I’ve got a job to do and that’s all, I will go anything and everything to complete this job do you understand?” Loki’s eyes squint at you, no doubt an amused little smile upon his face before he nods, slowly and almost thoughtfully. 

    With a shaky sigh you press a button that releases the hold of every chain that contains Loki as you attempt to hold your intimidating facade. It wasn’t easy though when the god suddenly rose to his full height, much taller than you would have expected. 

    “So,” He drawls, that ever present smirk upon his face. “Where to first? Some jail, asylum, perhaps one of Shields secret bases?” You merely put on a smirk of your own, giving him a coy little smile. 

    “Oh no, I’ve got something better,” 


    “I have to live with you?” Loki looked about your apartment disgustedly, wrinkling his nose up at the puppy that was jumping up his legs, begging for attention. 

    “I figure it’s a better punishment than all those places,” You merely shrug, taking a sip of water from a mug. “Plus, this way I can keep an eye on you until shield decides what to do with you,” 

    “I am not some pawn for you to pass about your world-” 

    “You stepped into our boundaries Loki,” You set your glass down, staring at him menacingly. “You became our pawn the minute you thought of taking over earth,” To this he smiles, almost like a reflex. 

    “This pawn doesn’t want to play,” He muttered, his voice dark and evil, holding a more sadistic tone than you thought possible. Although his words have tremors of fear sparking up and down your spine you ignore it, instead puffing out your chest a little bit and standing taller, giving you a more confident stance. 

    “Too bad buddy, you’re already in the game,” 


    Living with Loki was…as expected, hard, infuriating, and most nights it ended with you locking yourself in your bedroom to cry pure tears of frustration. He was beyond annoying, constantly pestering you, annoying the living shit out of you, and only the gods knew that he was a need attention seeking monster. He was constantly doing shit to get your attention, perhaps a little threat here, maybe an almost escape incident there, suddenly appearing in your room at the most ungodly times. And all together it was just infuriating. 

    You had hoped that the two of you could get along, after all it didn’t hurt to have faith, but as the weeks ticked by, dwindling down until just one month had passed in his 2-3 month sentence. It was a bit horrible to say but you couldn’t wait until the god awful god had to take his leave. But you had stuck it out, given him a chance, you’d been kind to him, gave him a roof over his head and food in his stomach and yet it still wasn’t enough to appease him. 

    This week had been particularly bad, he’d been more than obnoxious, always getting into something, whether that be your closet, knocking over a picture on the wall, or simply throwing an insult or two your way. You’d been able to tolerate it all week but today was your breaking point. 

    You’d had an awful day at work, a mission went awry, you were pretty bruised up, and when you got back you had to deal with piles upon piles of paperwork so yeah, you were a little stressed when you walked through your apartment door. 

    “There’s my favorite human,” Loki sneers from his perch atop the couch, giving you a greasy smile as he flicks the TV off. 

    “Not today Loki, please,” You beg softly, throwing your bag onto your couch in exasperation. 

    “But I’m bored,” He whines, putting on a mock pout. “Play with me,” 

    “I don’t want to,” You grumble as you walk into your hallway, grabbing a towel before attempting to enter your bathroom, however, before you could Loki appeared before you, that damn smirk upon his face. 

     “Someone in a bad mood?”

    “Yes, now get out of my way so I can shower, please,” 

    “Oh, I like it when you beg,” He taunts, an evil little twinkle in his eye. “Do it again,” You grit your teeth as you attempt to not rip his throat out, instead gripping your towel a bit tighter. 

    “Get out of my way Loki,” 

    “And If I don’t?” For some reason that was your breaking point, those few words, that damn smirk, the fact that you couldn’t even try to shower without him pestering you. 

    Everything over the last few weeks builds up, creating a flurry of emotion behind your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, full blown out crying.  You pathetically wipe at your eyes, trying not to sob as you officially give up. You were done with your job, with Loki, with life in general. Without another word to Loki you turn on your heel and march to your room, locking the door behind you. With a defeated sob you collapse on your bed, sobbing into your pillows. 


    The world seemed quiet around you for only a few moments, the only sound being your quiet sobs. God, you just wanted to have one good day once, was that so much to ask? You sob a bit louder, your entire body heaving with the effort when suddenly there came a timid knock at your door. You couldn’t even cry in peace with Loki around. 

    “Go away,” You yell at him, burying your face into your pillow afterwards. 

    “(Y/N) one way or another I’m coming in there, you can either get up and let me in properly or I shall simply do it myself,” You grumble something as you realize just how screwed you are here, there was no hiding from Loki at this point, he was either coming in, or you were letting him in. With another defeated sob you unlock the door, collapsing back onto your bed. Not even a moment later the door swings open and Loki hesitantly creeps in. 

    “What do you want?” You ask bitterly, attempting to glare at him angrily. 

    “I’ve never seen you cry before,’ he states softly, cocking his head to one side to give you what you believed to be a sympathetic gesture. 

    “Well,” You sniffle, wiping away at your tears. “I wasn’t really expecting you to see me crying and-” As you go to wipe away at your freely falling tears one of Loki’s surprisingly gentle hands grip your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Instead, with his gentle and warm hands, he wipes the tears away for you. 

    “Do you care to explain why you are crying?” His tone is much softer now, a tone you’d never think you’d hear coming from Loki himself. 

    “Why are you being so kind all of a sudden?” Your tone has lost it’s bitterness, instead replaced by that hopelessness you were feeling. 

   “Well,” Loki gives you a form of a smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this but I can’t stand to see you upset, especially at my own hands, I just wish to amend my wrongs. Now, do you wish to tell me why you are crying?” He asks once again, his eyes swimming with some form of emotion. 

   As you stare up into his face you can’t help but realize just how beautiful he looks right now, a concerned expression on his face, his eyes swimming with worry, his face much softer than you’d ever seen it and as you do stare up at his face you can’t help when the words just start spilling from your mouth. 

    “I’ve had a rough day at work,” You admit, “And I’m tired all the time and-” You stop, realizing your next words were about him. 

    “And you are tired of me?” He asks, his tone holding some kind of edge to it. 

    “It doesn’t help when you’re constantly pestering me-” 

    “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” The god stares at you earnestly, his words soft and smooth. “I never wished to make you feel this way-”

   “Really? Then what were your intentions?” Loki looks into your eyes, almost biting his lip in thought as he does. Then he sighs softly, closing his eyes for only a moment before opening them once again. 

    “I did not know how to handle my situation when I realized that I had fallen for a mortal, much less a mortal who had ‘imprisoned me’,” He admits quietly, those beautiful blue eyes filled with what could only be shame. “I only realize when it’s too late that I should have gone about this differently,” 

    “Who says it’s too late?” The words fly from your mouth with no filter, thoroughly shocking you and Loki. 

    “Well, you cannot possibly mean-” 

   “Perhaps I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” You give him a soft smile, one that made your eyes crinkle with the utmost joy. Loki smiles at you, not the crude and rude one he usually sports but an actual, authentic smile. 

   “I would greatly appreciate it,” The two of you smile at each other for only a moment more, just staring at each other with these half sad half adoring smiles before one of you reacts. 

   “May I-” You stare at his lips, those beautiful lips that you had to admit you’d been dying to kiss. 

   “Be my guest,” He whispers, staring at your lips with just as much hunger as you were his. Without a moment to spare you lean forward, capturing his lips within your own. It wasn’t the slowest, most kindest kiss you’d ever had but you loved it more than words could describe. 

    The feeling of his hands tangled in your hair, his lips pressing against your earnestly, the warmth of his chest pressed against your own made the moment all too perfect. But eventually the moment had to end, you did have to breath after all. Your lips part and you’re left gasping, your forehead gently pressed against his own as you do so. 

   “We mustn’t tell a soul about this,” Loki murmurs, breathing just slightly heavier than usual. You nod your head, smiling softly as you still attempt to regain your breath. 

    “Agreed,” 

Day Two | Part 2

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,533

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Thank you all for the feedback on Day One! I can’t believe how many of you guys are excited for this series. Anyways, enjoy, and don’t kill me. Part 1 can be found here.


When you got home yesterday, a nap turned into a full night’s sleep. When you woke up, you had about a dozen text messages from Peter. You didn’t bother opening them, instead you got up and went to shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and had puffy eyes. You could only hope they would be gone by the time you got to school because you didn’t want anyone asking what was wrong. As soon as you thought of it, you remembered that you had to help Peter today. You were scared for him that he would be rejected, but who would reject a sweet person like Peter?

You sighed and started your shower, and your mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen today. You had to think of what would happen if Liz said yes or if Liz said no, and ways to congratulate or comfort Peter. You just knew today wasn’t going to be easy at all. When you got out of the shower, you walked to your closet and pulled out denim jeans and a floral Hawaiian shirt, it was a simple outfit, but it got the job done for today’s theme. You didn’t bother with your appearance today, you just combed your hair and went to the kitchen where you grabbed a granola bar and a banana, and that was your breakfast. You hoped as you walked down the stairs that you wouldn’t run into Peter. It was too early to deal with him right now.

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Kiwi: Part Three

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two



“Where are yeh taking me?”

Harry’s voice called out to her as she led him uphill through the forest, the humidity of the Jamaican air causing the material of her shirt to cling to her back. She turned around to look at Harry as he scaled up behind her, his blue muscle shirt showing off the inked skin of his arms. She flashed a grin, reaching a hand out to him as she spoke.

“It’s a secret, Kiwi. That means I can’t tell ya,” she laughed a little, and he reached out to take her hand in his. She gave him a tug and pulled him up to her level, smiling at his dimpled grin. She released his hand and turned to continue walking uphill, grabbing onto the straps of her bag. “It’s one of my favorite places here. Found it a little after I moved to this side of the island, and I usually come here on my free days.”

“How long’ve yeh been here fo’?” He asked, running a hand through his unruly locks that had yet to be tamed by the heat.

“About a month and a half now,” she answered. She waited for him to catch up and take the few steps he needed to before she started to walk again. “How about you? What’s a superstar like you doing here?”

“Been here for about a week now working on the next album,” he explained.

“What made you want to come here?” She asked.

“It’s a peaceful place,” he answered, reaching to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. “The past few albums I’ve made with the boys have mostly been recorded on the go—in hotel rooms or between a handful of different cities. I loved it an’ I wouldn’t give the memories away for the world, but I wanted something different this time ‘round.”

“Makes sense,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Almost there.”

Harry followed her to the edge of what looked like a small cliff. He took a few steps towards the edge and looked over at the pool of water at the bottom of what could have easily been a hundred foot drop. He then watched as she set her backpack down on the ground and began removing her t-shirt, revealing the white bikini top underneath.

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Time to get this post out before I die hyperventilating into my “Raven Reyes” paper bag because I honestly don’t know how to deal with her anymore, but here we go. You know that moment when Raven breaks down in front of her friends and how Bellamy then calmly speaks to her to build her up again?

I didn’t know how much I needed that type of scene until I saw it to be honest - I was fully unprepared let me tell yall lmao - but now that I’ve seen it and have witnessed in which context it unfolded itself it’s honestly become one of my favorite moments in the episode, because Raven gains back her strength through the presence of all her friends in that one minute of total weakness.

Like, the writers really do love to rough it up for our characters during very critical situations, but in this particular case it’s very touching because it’s seriously not a moment created for the kicks, but the kind of moment that wants to make room for “optimism” that brings this wild set of characters even closer.

And I love how we dial down through the stress there, especially when focusing on Raven, because her breaking point is the catalyst for the unity. I absolutely could go on and on about how significant that short conversation between Bellamy and Raven is for me alone, as he inspire her the same way he inspires Clarke or the others, but I am even more affected by the fact that Raven truly isn’t able to hide herself anymore, but, as I’ve said above, works herself out of her own insecurities with the help of her friends and gains back her strength.

I mean, just look at this moment when she gradually starts to snap while standing in the middle with everyone surrounding her, watching her: 

Or how she ends up so bound and buried deep inside her own fears that all she feels she can do is sit down and hate the situation she finds herself in:

It hurts and GOD I love it here, because Raven’s feelings carry the kind of realism that many can relate to, she hates failing and she hates not being able to pull things off so she puts distance between her and the issue by practically giving up. But the point of this scene as a whole is not that Raven isn’t smart enough - as she states - because she got rid of ALIE’s code in her brain. We are actually past that already. What this scene communicates on a fundamental level is that Raven comes to realize that she is not alone in this.

In fact, all of her friends are by her side:

The “We need you” line is so important for Raven (and me obviously), because it creates a very dramatic call-back to that one time when she wanted to leave camp in season one. You know that time when Finn - the boy she loved and pretty much considered her only family - couldn’t even see why she was doing certain things (like working on the bullets) and how useless she felt because of that reaction she got from him - essentially tried to shut herself completely off from everyone around her, because they, as she believed, didn’t *need* her. Bellamy though, our heart’s guy, is the one who reminds her that they do need her with intense honesty, twice - back in season one after her confrontation with Finn and now in 4x13 when she believes she is not enough.

Being faced with the full array of cards against you is one thing, Raven has been through that ever since she landed on the ground, especially thanks to Finn and how their relationship changed on earth, but actually coming to consciously develop a sense of “team culture” through emotional connection with her friends is something else for her since Raven used to have only one person to turn to and that person failed her back then. Bellamy does what Sinclair used to do. He doesn’t simply apply to Raven’s ego, instead the writer’s manage to open up a path to her heart through faith, love and understanding.

And that pushes her forward. That love she receives from Clarke, from Bellamy, hell even Murphy (4x09), that is the game changer for her in this moment. Raven loving herself and the things she’s capable of doing is otherworldly, but expanding that love and stretching it out over this little group of messy people - that’s what she really wants, not just for herself but for everyone in this lab:

So Raven goes for it. Through the presence of her friends she not only learns as much about having people to rely on and consider a family as she can, and resolves to continue operating in a way that not only shakes everyone free - which essentially creates this sense of teamwork because there is unwavering trust radiating from every important team player here and if ALIE, a computer, can do it, so can they - but it also makes her a leader in her own right.

She’s prepared to face these obstacles with them just in time, as she’s confronted with a more mature set of challenges with her friends - the emotional progression - and inspire everyone in the room to get back to work.

And it’s beautiful. In season one she came down for a single person, now in season four she goes up and back to space with and for all of her friends.

She’s more than just an awesome person. She’s a growing, dynamically self-improving one, someone who is able to establish these deep connections with all of these people, who can navigate and bring in optimism as well as pragmatism, who is still in the process of learning, and will only get better at doing what she does - not just by herself, but with her friends, her family.

anonymous asked:

Psst! Friendly anon here! How would Prince Sidon react to finding his s/o's Sheikah slate and seeing a ton of pictures of himself on it? I'm curious how he would react to his female s/o being on their period but I don't wanna be seen as a weirdo by asking. ;w; But seriously..what would dinner be like with him? Would he try to feed his s/o raw fish?? XD

AW HELL YEE First request(s) and they’re all for my favorite shark boy! If you don’t mind, Imma answer most of these as headcanons, but the first as a scenario since there’s a lot. Enjoy!

-Mod Pinks


Pictures of him on Sheikah Slate (Sidon)

If anyone saw him now, they’d be confused as to why the Crown Prince of Zora was hunched over some stone near the dock, tail a-wagging and grinning. 

He knew that he really shouldn’t be peeking at another’s possessions, truly. His beloved had left her bag with him when she remembered she had left something in her home, rushing off to fetch it while he waited. Was it really all that awful that when Sidon happened to glance at it, the Slate was slightly sticking out? And was it really all that awful that it was still on? And that he couldn’t help his overwhelming curiosity?

…Probably. But really, he couldn’t help it! And how could he possibly regret it, now that he was seeing the contents.

Nature images, images of a strange 4-eyed horse (he’d have to ask), of flowers, of monsters, of far off lands- all minuscule compared to the sheer volume of the images of him, a good portion starting from before they were even together. Images of their battles together, of grinning is joy, of him assisting another- 

How adorable to know that she was just as smitten with him as he was with her~.

“-Sorry about that Sidon, I-OOP!” Sidon’s arms were around them in a flash, a radiant grin spreading and infecting her with a smile. “Why thank you, but what’s all this about?”

“Ah, nothing in particular, just realizing how incredibly adorable you can be. Though I have to say there is a small problem.” His beloved shifted in his arms to look up to him with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s not a single image of me with you.”


Reacting to his s/o’s period (Sidon)

  •  Let’s be extra sadistic and say that it hits when they’re in the middle of swimming.
  • Being rather shark-like, it wouldn’t be a surprise what Sidon’s reaction is to smelling blood on his love.
  • PANIC
  • Almost immediately he has his arms on her, lifting her to see if she has any wounds, asking her if she hit something, where the wound was.
  • Once the s/o put two and two together, and somehow managed to calm down the giant shark-puppy, she’d have to explain it to him.
  • He has a new found respect for non-Zora women.
  • “So for several days you’re in agony, and I can’t do anything to help?”
  • “Well….”
  • Will do his best to help you in any way possible (as princely duties allow)
  • Cuddles? Hell yea, there and done.
  • Later on, while he is now used to the idea of it, that doesn’t stop him from being protective of you, cuddling up to you and doing everything to help.

Dinner with the bae (Sidon)

  • Given the fact that he and his sister were close, and its likely she told him all sorts of things about Hylians, there’s a good chance Sidon knows not to give Hylians raw fish. 
  • Dinner of in of itself would be absolutely delightful.
  • After pulling a few strings, he’d get an evening off to share with his beloved, and try to spend some private time together.
  • A private dinner, perhaps in a quieter part of his home, overlooking the city.
  • Lots of Zora dishes, though Sidon being Sidon, it wouldn’t be surprising if he went out of his way to try to include some sort of Hylian dish.
  • Absolutely charming company, good food, and a good view. 10/10





Sorry if they’re not as good as usual, it’s been a while since I got any requests, but I hope you liked them! -Mod Pinks

playing with fire (5) | taehyung

Originally posted by sugapium

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways. 

last chapter: part four 



   Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends


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God, I love you - Montgomery x reader

because my last post on Montgomery was smut, I decided to do some fluff for y'all 😉

summary: You and Monty have been dating for a while, but neither of you had said the big words…. until now :)

warnings: Y/F/S = your favorite song

Originally posted by knightlley


   English class, easily my least favorite class. Sitting there learning about how to dissect poetry and the flow of stanzas isn’t at all for me. The only good thing? The fact that my boyfriend, Montgomery, was stuck in the class with me. Actually, thanks to this class, it’s the reason we’re dating in the first place. I turn my focus from the discussion the class was having to outside the window, resting my head on my hand.


    I was standing at my locker, putting my books away and into my bag at the end of the day. “Common y/n! Give me a chance please!” Montgomery pleads, running up besides me.

“I don’t know Monty….” I say, putting the rest of my books I needed for the weekend into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“Just one date. One singular date. And if you hate it, and hate me afterwords, I promise I’ll leave you alone!” Monty begs, running a nervous hand through his hair. I sigh and nod my head once, looking at a now hopefully Montgomery.

“Fine. Fine! One date Monty, that’s it.” I say, giving in. Montgomery, now smiling like a fool, grabs one of my hands and kisses it.

“I promise you won’t regret it!” He says, dropping my hand and running backwards down the hall, waving me goodbye. I laugh and shake my head, leaving the school with a smile on my face.

“Babe?” I hear out of no where. I look around to see who said it, when suddenly a figure appears in front of me, shaking my shoulders.


   “Babe!” Monty screams in my face, shaking my shoulders, snapping me back into reality. The class is now exiting the room, meaning almost 20 minutes has passed since I last zoned into reality. Monty raises a hand to my hair, pushing a stand out of my face. “You zoned out for like half of the class y/n!” Monty laughs, helping me gather my things.

   “Helps the time go by.” I reply, walking out of the class with him, hand in hand, to my locker. As I’m turning the lock to enter my combo, Monty leans against the locker next to mine, the same way he did when he first asked me out.

   “So while you were zoned out, Mr. Zene assigned us a partner essay. Whatta say we do it on, partner?” Monty asks, closing my locker for me and walks me to my next class. Of course I already assumed we would be partners as soon as I heard the words “partner essay”. Monty was always my first choice when it came to partner work, especially considering it gave us an extra excuse to hang out.

   “Good question. How about you come over this afternoon after practice and we can figure it out?” I ask him upon reaching my next class. Monty smiles, nodding his head and leans down to peck me on the lips. 

   “I think that sounds great. Ill catch you later babe!” He says smiling, leaving me to my class and him to his.


   I hear the doorbell ring as I’m sitting in my kitchen, eating an apple. I jump down from the stool I was on and run to the front door, opening it to my boyfriend.

   “Hey there partner.” I say, inviting him in, kissing him on the lips. His hair was still damp, indicating that he recently got out of the shower. He also smelt very strongly of clean clothes and vanilla, a scent you wouldn’t think Monty would like, but he loves; as do I.

   “Hey baby, you ready to get started?” He asks, walking over to the living room, sitting down on the couch. I nod my head, sitting down next to him, grabbing my computer from the coffee table in front of us and getting to work.


   After about 30 minutes of working, Monty decided to play some music. Just something to lighten the mood, getting us happy. About 15 minutes after he started playing the music, Monty said he needed to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone. As soon as I head the bathroom door close, my favorite song, Y/F/S, started to play. I gasp as I jump up out of my seat on the couch and begin to lip sync and dance… horridly.

   Now there’s no lie when saying I have two left feet when I dance. I have absolutely no flow whatsoever. However, I do love to dance, no matter how bad I am at it, and when I do dance, I get into it. I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or Monty walk up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I stop embarrassing myself with my dance moves. Jumping, I turn my head to see a smiling Monty, swaying me back and fourth.

   “You like my dance moves?” I ask him sarcastically, turning around to face him.

   “Oh absolutely. You know, I really think you should go on Dancing with the Stars!” Montgomery says, returning the sarcasm.

   “Please, they couldn’t handle this!” I say, motioning up and down my body with my hands before clasping them behind his neck one more. Monty throws his head back and laughs.

   “God, I love you” Monty proclaims, causing me to stop swaying with him and look him in the eye. His face drops, a worried look forming over his face.

   “You… what?” I ask, a small smiling forming on my face. Courage formed on Monty’s face as he gave me a smirk, inching his lips closer to mine.

   “Y/N Y/L/N, I love you.” Montgomery says, looking me in the eyes. I smile, our lips inches apart.

   “I love you too, Montgomery De La Cruz” I practically whisper, closing the small space remaining between our lips. Our lips move in sync, both of us smiling at the fact that we no longer have to hold in those these special words for once another. And God, did it feel good.


OOOO y'all already know what I’m going to say so I’m not even gonna say it. lol sorry (actually yeah I’m gonna say it; THIS SUCKED)

One Shake-Reggie Mantle

Riverdale Imagine:#1

Prompt: “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Word Count: 2,391

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Summary: After years of asking, Y/N finally agrees to a date with Reggie. 

A/n: Surprise!!!! I know I said I wouldn’t be posting any Riverdale Imagines aside from the ABCs I thought about it a lot and decided why not? I am so excited to share this with you at the end of my blogaversary celebration. This also marks the start of me taking riverdale requests! So you can now request for them as well. I would also like to note that I really am rather distressed about the recast, like I understand it but that doesn’t keep my heart from breaking

Tagging my BFF and lover of Reggie Mantle @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday  as well as my new friend @mantleismagnificent

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shady-swan-jones  asked:

i have just the thing for to wake your fluff muse up: cs + You just woke up from surgery and you don’t remember me or that we’re married or have a kid because you’re so high but you flirt with me anyway au

okay, so, wanna hear something hilarious? sophie sent this prompt to me     A G E S  ago, and i started writing it, and then it got lost in the abyss. i’m so glad you sent it to me again. so…take two! i hope you like it!

also, to @killiansdevotedheart! surprise! i’m your CSSV! consider this your pre-gift because i’m still working on your actual gift but i want you to still have something. enjoy for now!

TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME SO

Emma knows she shouldn’t be so worried. It’s a simple appendectomy, after all—the removal of an organ human biology deemed no longer very useful years ago. She shouldn’t be so worried, especially after the doctors assured her she brought him in just in time.

(“A few more days and we would have had a mess on our hands. You did good, Emma, even if it meant dragging him here against his will.”)

Doctors assurances don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, because it’s Killian, after all—

Killian, who spent two weeks in pain because he didn’t want to trouble her.

Killian, who sat through Henry’s ceremony in utter pain because he didn’t want to miss it.

Killian, who let his appendix almost burst because he didn’t want to be a burden.

— And yet she’d murder him herself if he didn’t make it out of this, adding a whole new meaning to the whole “til death do us part” portion of their vows.

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Beauty And The Beast// Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Nothing 

Pairing: Draco x reader

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Beauty and the beast vibes. Draco is the only one who likes the reader at hogwarts, but is also the beast

Requested: YE

Originally posted by jetlukeheart

I’m kinda thinking of making this a series, so just let me know if you like it. 


Draco watched you from afar. Staring had become his only form of communication, he was too scared to talk to you, but to tempted to look. It became some sort of obsession to him. Reading, eating, study in library and watch you go to your common room. Draco wouldn’t just look at you. It was a matter of looking through you. So much so, that it was like your head was transparent and he was fascinated by an object two inches behind your skull.

From the Gryffindor table where you sat next to Hermione, Draco sat at his table and stared. Hermione was the closest thing to a friend, and even then, you weren’t that close. With your face stuffed in a book and your head in the clouds, you never noticed his constant staring and lack of friends.     

Blaise waved his hand in front of Draco’s face desperately trying to catch the attention on his friends.

“Oi! Mate, stop staring,” He chuckled at his friend jokingly. You never were popular. You read more than you ate and studied more than you slept. You were quite unusual. Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise in a playful manner.

“My mother told me that girls who seemingly read a lot are more complex and mysterious,“ He sighed and smiled “Harder to figure out.” Draco glanced at Blaise seriously. Blaise looked back at you one last time, watching how you flipped your hair to one side and then flipped the page of your book.

“My father said that girls who read books a lot are wasting time,” Blaise laughed with his fellow Slytherin friends.

Then you set aside your book and began talking to Hermione. Your voice rung amongst the other kids, but Draco tuned them out to listen to you.

“Oh, Hermione!” You said cheerfully “This book is about a girl who wants to go to Verona.” Hermione turned to you and smiled.

“You’ve read that about 100 times,” She laughed “You must get so bored,” She inquired. But you shook your head and laughed.

“The girl in the book, she goes on adventures while I stay in Hogwarts when I could be fighting Death Eaters,” You huffed defeatedly. “There must be more than this provincial life.”

Hermione wrapped her arm around your shoulder “In time Y/N.” Hermione was one of the only kids that could understand you. Even Luna was puzzled by your nature, and she was quite weird herself.

Draco smiled at your laugh and watched how you picked up the book again and began to read.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He gawked. But Blaise had other ideas.

“Mate, she’s in Gryffindor and is a bookworm. Yeah, she’s got some ass, but that’s it.”

Dazed and distracted, people would call you. They said you would never fit into any crowd. But you never believed any of them. They were wrong. You were your own crowd, even though people thought you should be in Ravenclaw, the sorting hat was not wrong to put you in Gryffindor. You got up from your table in the great hall and began to walk towards the doors. Draco got up with you, a distance away so nobody would know he was following you. Everyone looked at you as you got up. Usually, there would be whispers about you, but this time, nobody cared.

There was one boy who liked you, you never learned his name, but he was from Slytherin and incredibly persistent. He had one goon that would do everything for him, and he thought he was the most beautiful person ever. He was the only person ever that gave you attention, of course, he would only talk to you about once a month when his ego was low.

So there you sat in the library, reading a muggle book called The Hobbit, while Draco walked over to where you were sitting and sat in the chair next to you. He got a sudden burst of confidence and quickly decided to talk to you.

“Uh—what book is that?” You looked at him suspiciously and then glanced around the library for any of his friends.

“What do you want Malfoy?” You sneered his way. He looked slightly taken aback. “Why do you look so surprised. You are rude to Hermione right?” He still sat there, letting you rant on him. “Calling her mud blood and stuff,” you mumbled to yourself. “Can you just go to let me read.” And even though regret burned inside of you for being so rude you knew he hurt Hermione.

“Sorry…” He trained off “But what book are you reading?” He started again, he was really persistent. You knew the regret would come to you in quiet moments, such as when he was going to sleep or during class when you got bored. How could you be rude to him when he never was rude to you. You didn’t want to believe he was horrible, but what was there to believe. Another wave of regret washed over you. Each shallow wave ran down your spine. You took a deep breath and frowned.

“It’s called The Hobbit. It’s about Bilbo Baggins who meets a wizard named Gandalf and have the biggest adventure ever.” Draco smiles at you while your arms wrap around the book protectively. “You know,” You smiled at his behavior.

His eyes lit up at your voice mentioning him in an okay light.

“Yes?” He smiled at you.

“You remind me of this book character in this children’s book my father read me.” For perhaps a split second you saw something in the boy’s eyes, that seemed almost radiant. But that was only for a second. “Do you know what my favorite book is?”

“Yes, you carry it in your bag all the time… Beauty And The Beast!” He smiled nicely at you and bounced his right leg excitedly.

You leaned in too slowly to be normal. When you began to speak your voice trailed slowly. If Draco thought he would ever get close to you, he thought wrong. You touched his hand and whispered something, now your face was inches apart.

“You remind me of the beast.” 

Creepypasta #1070: Build-A-Bear

Length: Short

It’s late where I am. I’m online looking up information about build-a-bear. They do fix their bears, thank God. They even call it the build-a-bear hospital.

I was up late gaming, watching football replays, and so-on. I shut things down about an hour ago and headed upstairs. In the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs is where the kids’ school backpacks should be, but my youngest daughter’s wasn’t there. I searched the living room, no dice. I was tired (and still am) but I figured a couple of extra minutes now would spare them getting to school late tomorrow, so I kept looking. I even went out to the garage and looked in both cars and came up empty again.

I checked the den, when right above me I heard faint thumps and even some growling. The goddamn dog was in my youngest’s bedroom, up to no good by the sound of it. As quietly as I could tip-toe run up the stairs, I headed there ready to drag the pooch out to the den where he’d spend the night.

He’d already fled the scene of the crime: her favorite teddy bear, Charlie, was missing one arm and a leg and his stuffing was out; I could even see the little silk heart they put in for the kids. Damn it. The only fortunate thing was that it was the cheapest, basic bear they sell. I scooped up all of the bits and decided I’d go pick another one up tomorrow. None of the other toys, no Barbies, other stuffed animals, etc. had been damaged.

Stupid dog! I thought.

She loved this bear, or rather, had loved this bear - now it was garbage - and would be heartbroken especially when (or rather, if, I decided right then to not let this get out, so to speak) she found out her other best pal in the world, our chocolate lab Max, had torn it up.

Quietly making my way back out to the garage, I wrapped Charlie’s remains up in a shopping bag and lifted the lid on the large trash bin.

“Sorry, dude. You were her favorite.” I muttered.

And then…

and then the I heard a muffled voice from inside the bag. Coughing, raspy, labored and it just about made me drop dead from a heart attack.

It’s… it’s okay… just tell Marie I love her. I got… I got most of them… please, don’t linger out here, go back up, you and Max will scare the rest of ‘em off…

I was terrified. I dropped the bag and ran back up to my daughter’s bedroom. Curling around the bed - well, it’s hard to describe - there were shadows projected on the walls around her bed in the corner of the room, but there was nothing to make any shadows. Nothing to cast them. 

I yelled incoherently and flipped the room light on. Marie stayed asleep (how, I have no idea), but the shadows hissed and danced around, slipping over the ceiling and around the walls in my direction. I leaned out into the hall and threw my bedroom door open, planning to yell for my wife. 

Max bounded out of our room and into Marie’s and began to bark at top volume. That woke Marie up. Every bark seemed to dissipate or shatter or dissolve the shadow forms. Everything happened so quickly. They were all gone before she was fully awake. Of course, there was crying, and a commotion. My wife came in demanding to know what happened. I just told them Max had gotten out and raised a ruckus.

~~

So now, I’m back down in the den. I dug out the baby monitor with camera and I’m keeping an eye on it while I make an “appointment” to get Charlie repaired.

When I went out to the garage, he was still on the floor in the bag. I picked it up and laid it gingerly in a cabinet where it wouldn’t be seen by Marie first thing in the morning when we rolled out to school. 

As I closed the cabinet door, I whispered: “I’ll get you fixed up, man." 

And I’m not entirely sure, but just as I stepped back into the house proper, I think I heard a scratchy voice back in the garage say: Thank you.

Credits to: SantGamer

The Sleepover

I realized that although I put the link on here for the A03 fic, I never actually posted the fic on here, so, without further adieu, a Bughead Sleepover.


“Hey!” Betty crossed the short distance to where Jughead was sitting in a booth at Pop’s. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Jughead had seen Betty coming through the door and hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since. He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then set it back in it’s place. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I have a surprise for you.” Betty smiled. She got back up and stood at the counter. “Hey, Pop? Could we get an order of french fries please?”

Pop Tate smiled and nodded at her, and Betty turned to sit down with Jughead.

Jughead stared at her for just a moment before laughing. “Well? Are you going to give me a hint?”

Betty returned his smile. “No, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

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Hi everyone! 🌸

I don’t know about you, but where I live it’s HOT right now! 🔥🔥🔥

Please don’t forget to drink lots of water! If you’re feeling thirsty, you’re already dehydrated! 💧

Juice is really good (and my favorite), but water is super important. Try putting some sliced cucumber or fruit in it, or your favorite tea bag for a nice flavor if it helps you drink more water! 🍓(Make sure to ask for help cutting things if you need to!)

We littles have to look out for each other! 😘

Zach Dempsey #6

Request: Hi can you do a Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader and Zach are best friends and are in love w/ each other but both don’t know and the reader is afraid to fall in love bc of past relationships so Zach tries everything to convince her he won’t be like the others? Thanks!

Warnings: Mention of physically abuse!

A/N: This turned out longer then expcted. Sorry! Also: Almost 900 followers. You guys are crazy!
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Originally posted by leftrightloveright


July 7th, 2016

Zach?, my hand is shaking as I try to hold my phone as still as possible but I loose the grip to my phone every once in a while.
“Y/N? Hey girl, whats up?”, his happy voice sounds up and I can hear the boys yelling and laughing in the background.
He’s probably at Bryce’s right now and I immediately feel bad for calling him in the first place.

But I didn’t know what to do and people kept starring at me, feeling bad for the girl sitting on the sidewalk with mascara running down her face while her hair is still covering most of it.
If they’d only knew what happened only 15 minutes ago at your boyfriends apartment they’d not give you that look.
But no one knows what happened and no one will ever find out, Zach is going to make sure of that.
Now I remember why his number was the first one to call.

“Are you there? What happened? Weren’t you supposed to be at Max’s place tonight?”, he still smiles while talking, I can hear that.
My heart drops and again I regret calling him because what I’m about to tell him will ruin his evening.
But he’s my best friend since third grade and I really wouldn’t know who to call right now.
“Y-Yeah..yeah. I’m here. Could you…y-you know..come and pick me up?”, my voice breaks and I let out a sob that has been trying to come out for so long.
People start starring again but I don’t care, I just hang up the phone after Zach agreed on coming and let it slip into my purse before I wrap my arms around my legs and place my head on them.
A cold breeze is coming up and I get goosebumps while I wipe some hair out of my face.

The previous events flash before my eyes and I start shaking again, scared that he might come after me eventually.
Time passes, people pass and after what feels like an eternity the known Audi  finally comes up the street and stops in front of me.
Zach jumps out of his car and runs over to me before he drops to his knees and places his hands on my knees.
“Y/N, what happened?”, he whispers and I let out another sniff before I face him and wipe the rest of my hair out of my face, reveling my black eye.
Immediately his posture changes and he tenses up before he takes a deep breath to not just walk the two blocks to Max’s apartment.

“Tell me. Did he do that?”, his voice is angry and I shrug my shoulders while trying to find the right words.
“W-when I arrived..he..I saw him with another girl. Making out. That happened before but I always forgave him.”, I mumble and start shaking again while he grabs my hands and comforts me.
“Anyways..he realized I saw it and he got mad because I was 5 minutes early..t-that’s why caught them. So he pulled me harshly inside with him and when we arrived he…”, I sob and quickly wipe away the tears before I look at Zach.
“He yelled and pushed me. I fell and hit my face on the cupboard. That’s when he pulled me back on my feet and punched me.”, I finally let out all the pain and anger and fear I tried to hold inside for so long.

Without another word Zach pulls me into his arms and holds me close while he repeats the same worlds all over again:
“I’m never gonna let someone hurt you. Ever again.”

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