this part is so insignificant and short but i like could not stop watching it

hard to say | (m)

Originally posted by jitamin

pairing: park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst,
words: 11,163
summary: You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?
note. this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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{Reaction} Mafia!EXO finding out out that you're getting bullied in university

Hey I requested a EXO mafia au reaction where the reader gets picked on by a group of people at the readers school and EXO defends her, just wondering if you received it or not? Doesn’t matter if you haven’t, but now that requests are open again can I re-request that please? Love your work btw xx

Note: I loved your request so much oml, I literally live for mafia!exo au you have no idea hehe! I’m not sure if you (or anyone else reading) has seen my other mafia content, if not, you can find it here on my exo masterlist! Enjoy~

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  • Warning: Use of mafia themes. This includes swearing and (as indicated by the title) bullying. Read at your own risk. 

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched as you sheepishly told him that you’d been getting a hard time from someone in your university course. Despite the anger lighting in his stomach, he placed a false sense of calmness on his face as he hugged you, but as his arms wrapped around your small frame, his mind started planning instantly. When he finally came to confronting the person that dared to bully you, he had the most intimidating gear strapped to him and his short, terrifying friend Do Kyungsoo and infamous martial arts master friend Tao at his side. He waited at the university gates until the bully turned the corner and stepped out, making sure to leave a lasting impression that would make sure that this person would never even attempt to hurt you ever again.

Chanyeol: “I heard you’ve been hurting my Jagi. I suggest you stop, because if you don’t… well, let’s just say you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bully: “Y-yes sir…” *scurries away.*

Chanyeol: “Ah, That should keep them away from {y/n}.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kyungsoo was not impressed when he found out that you’d been getting bullied. He found it astounding that anyone could attempt to hurt you at all so he took serious action. Unlike Chanyeol, he took the time to research this person that had been giving you grief to use against them before making his move. He told you that he would sort the issue, and promised that he wouldn’t get any blood on his hands after you begged him not to do anything futile. He met the bully in a dark, deserted alleyway and let his dark, terrifying eyes do most of the threatening while his words cut the bully down to zero confidence.

Kyungsoo: “I love {y/n}, you see, I know you have a partner to, how would you feel if I hurt them? I could, you know. I could break their arms and legs until they’re left totally helpless. Or make them blind so they could never see your disgusting face again”

Bully: “I’m sorry! I’ll never hurt {y/n} again!”

Kyungsoo: “Hurt? I don’t want to hear that you’ve been anywhere my jagi again, understand?”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Baekhyun tapped his fingers against the side of the car as he waited for you outside of the university to take you home for the term. Even though he it a part of the mafia, he does care deeply for you, and however intimidating and dangerous he can be against others is insignificant when it comes to you. When he’s with you, his demeanor changes completely, he’s fun, loving and sweet, and wouldn’t even dream of ever letting anything  bad in this world getting to you.

As he waited in the car, he hummed, that was until he caught you in the corner of his eye being pushed by a man that looked vaguely around your age. He instantly got out of the car, barely giving himself any time to think as he stormed over to where you timidly rose back to your feet. He clenched his fist before forcing it into the man’s face, then pulling you with him back towards the car.

Baekhyun: “Are you alright, Jagi?”

{y/n}: “I will be.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun had been told countless times by you that he shouldn’t sacrifice being uncovered because of stupid reasons, but when he witnessed you physically being punched before you, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the man that dared to hurt you in such a fashion and beat him until his skin was starting to turn bloody, black and blue. He seethed in anger as he looked down at the man in anger, he was lying on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and eyes streaming with tears as he begged for mercy. He looked back at you, holding your cheek looking partly in pain and partly like you were blushing.

Sehun: “Too much?”

{y/n}: “No, he deserved it, I just feel…”

Sehun: *smirking* “Come on Jagi, let’s go home.”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lullabyun

Yixing isn’t one to make a massive scene or to create a lot of conflict when it comes to confrontation. Instead, he takes the more calm route to intimidating your bully from talking to you. He enters university one sunny afternoon to watch you in a contest against other classmates. Within the crowd of people watching, he purposefully takes the seat next to the person he knows as you bully and quietly talks, knowing that even with a in innocent smile on his face, your bully will never think of approaching you again in the near future.

Yixing: “I’m going to put this in very simple terms so you understand, since you’re clearly a being of low intelligence. Stay away from {y/n} unless you want to go to sleep one night and never wake up.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Chen is the master of manipulation and knowing how to scare people without even really having much interaction with them. When he finds out that someone at your university has been bullying you, he takes the matters into his own hands without your knowledge of it to help you from the pain and emotional strain.you never do find out what Chen does to your bully, all you know is tat after telling Chen, your bully can’t seem to come near you or even look you in the eye anymore.

{y/n}: “I don’t know what happened, they seem to have just stopped.”

Chen: “That’s what I like to hear, princess.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Minseok seemed rather calm as you told him that someone at your university was giving you grief. He made sure to make sure that he came across as calm in front of you so that you did worry, he simply pulled you into his arms and whispered into your ear that he would sort everything and that you shouldn’t worry about the bully anymore. When it came to actually carrying his intentions out, he made his way into the university and found the bully. He waited until the bully way alone and in a deserted space before he finally made his move, pushing the bully back into the corner to hide the gun that he pointed at he man’s abdomen from any unwanted eye witnesses.

Minseok: “I’ll let you off this time, but touch my jagi again? And you won’t live to tell the tale.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Your bully must be very brave to antagonize you when you have a boyfriend like Huang Zitao, the infamous martial artist with skills higher than anyone that you know. While most of the other members were low key and tried to ensure that their intentions weren’t spotted by unwanted attention, Tao went about this in quite a different way. He met your bully, and even though your bully was surrounded by a large group of people, Tao still went for him and knocked him out cold with one simple blow. No one tries to stop him as Tao gave your bully one final kick in the gut before walking away, muttering about how now one will get away with hurting you.

Tao: “Are you pathetic or stupid or both? Hurt her again and I’ll beat you up worse next time!”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Not only has your bully messed with you, but has messed with the leader of the mafia, and it would be an understatement to say that Junmyeon was very pissed off when he found out about this. He took your bully by the scrape of their neck, pushed them back against the wall and threatened them until tears were pouring down your bullies face. While it was somewhat strange to see Junmyeon in this way, it was also oddly satisfying to see him standing up for you and giving your bully what they deserved.

Suho: “Is {y/n} a pile of shit?”

Bully: “N-no”

Suho: “Then don’t fucking treat her like she is!”


Lu Han

Originally posted by luedeer

Luhan is a very caring boyfriend outside of being the mafia, so when he finds out that you have been getting bullied he isn’t happy at all. He, like Minseok, decided to do some research before falling neck deep into this. With the help of Yixing and Sehun, he made his way across to the university, threatening your bully in a way that isn’t direct, but definitely gets the message across.

Luhan: “Put it this way, kid. If I find out you’ve been bullying {y/n}, it’ll be the last stupid thing that you ever do.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaimilky

Kai knows of your bully, but had never met him until this moment, you and Kai were out at a club in the city together. You were wearing something low cut and tight, while he was also going for the sexy look. The two of you were dancing, grinding beneath the bright lighting until unwanted attention was finally brought. Your bully laughed, pointing at you as he did in university. Kai was ready to let it slide, to simply leave the club and find somewhere else, but that was until he actually heard the words you bully spoke. He gently removed his hands off you before leaping onto your bully, pounding him to the beat of the music. He finally stopped when he heard the yelling of the police. He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you out of the club, the two of you laughing as you make your great escape.

Kai: “Ah Jagi, that was more fun than it should have been.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kris is known throughout the country as one of the most dangerous men. Like Suho, he is also a leader of the EXO mafia, and therefore makes him one of the most wanted man. Usually, he keeps his head down, but when he finds out that you’re being bullied, he can’t help but get himself involved within the conflict. He walks inside of the university, casually strolling with his hands in his pockets and walks up to you bully. As Kris takes the seat next to you bully, you could see the way your bully paled as white as a sheet without Kris even saying anything.

Kris: “See that girl? That’s my baobei… I’ve heard you’ve been hurting her recently. You should take more care of your actions before it leads to serious consequences.”

The Things she Carried

Part 2. The Robot is Back

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2200+

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The Dullahan’s Ride through Elsewhere

 A short little story based in the fantastic supernatural world created by @charminglyantiquated. Do check out the Faerie shenanigans going down at @elsewhereuniversity; it is amazing.


You hear the thundering hoof beats and shrieking neigh just as the sun is setting. Gan Ceann is riding tonight. You know he is riding for you.

You had been too arrogant, too overconfident to dare remove your golden token this evening, for gold is the only thing that a Dullahan dreads. But she was such a pretty girl, and the time you spent with her certainly felt magical.

It will be the death of you.

You were certain that Elsewhere University would be a place to seek true protection. A clever deal, a well timed act of kindness, a gamble won… the Seelie always protect the ones they favor. You came to seek Their favor. Security that only They can provide against Others like themselves.

No one has ever said why, but in your family, once a generation spanning at least the past three centuries, the Dullahan will ride to claim a soul. Last generation it was your uncle, during holiday. While he slept with his wife. They heard the whinny and sharp metallic clang of the bit in the horse’s teeth too late. Your aunt awoke just in time to hear your uncle’s name called from the severed head. She screamed and Gan Ceann struck her blind in her right eye.

Your uncle’s soul was lost, taken in a hotel room on holiday, for there is no place that is out of the reach of the headless horseman. No gate, no door, no fence, no lock will keep him at bay when he rides.

It could have been one of your cousins now. It could have been your sister, or brother. You came to Elsewhere to stack the deck in your favor, to ensure it wouldn’t be you.

But it is.

Your plan might have worked, but you did not move quickly enough. It was just so nice to finally be away. Away from the daily reminders that the Dullahan still had yet to choose a quarry; reminders to keep your gold coin always safe and ready should you hear the horseman approaching; ongoing, repeating dialogue that reminded you that horrible death would strike your family, and that it was not a matter of “if” but “when.”

Being away from that daily conversation, free to even enjoy the occasional glimpses of some other Others than the one that plagues your family, you chose to dawdle. You thought you would take your time and shop for the best protector. The bargain that would net you the most benefit for the least payment. You are not keen on the stories of students who have hacked away enormous, essential parts of themselves for something, in your opinion, entirely too small, too insignificant. A life is an expensive thing to trade for. You did not wish to live a half life for a little extra insurance. So you waited. Listening. Watching. Learning. Weighing.

But now your time is nearly up.

You still hear him coming, even as your heart pounds in your ears and your straining, panting gasps shudder through the otherwise still twilight. You pause and look about your surroundings frantically, trying to pinpoint the direction the steed’s roaring breaths are coming from. It is the sound of the horse only that you hear, which reminds you that you are still among the living and still have time, however little it may be. You will not hear the voice of Gan Ceann. Not until he calls your true name. Not until he claims your soul.

You catch a glimpse against the deepening blues and purples of the sky: the black silhouette of a rider, holding his head up by its hair to scan ahead while his mount paws at the ground beneath its hooves. The dry grass flares up with each trample, sending orange cinders dancing up into the air. The rider is still too far away, but you imagine the ever moving eyes locking onto yours. In an instant the Dullahan pulls back on the reins, and the jet-black horse rears its head. You don’t stay to watch it resume its menacing gallop. You know the direction he is heading.

You take off again toward the copse at the far end of campus, just beyond the library. It is rumored to have the most activity this late in the day. You need to increase your odds of a meeting. You need to find a member of the Gentry; anyone will do at this point. Any Other you can make a hasty trade with. You grasp at your rucksack and hope what you have will be enough to trade. Enough to barter for your life.

“Gentle Fair Folk, please grant me an audience,” you pray, and repeat this mantra in rhythm with your hurried steps. Once… twice… thrice…

The shimmering glamour around the copse begins to lift, and out of the air directly before you a tiny blue light appears. You hear the tinkling of bells as it bounces in front of you. You skid to a stop just a hair’s breadth away from running into… you aren’t entirely sure. Another tiny bell jingles and you see another dot of blue light zip into being. And then another. And another. You are mesmerized by the dazzling trails they are carving into the deepening darkness, and you realize what they are.

Wisps. Will-o’-the-wisps.

Which is peculiar, even for Elsewhere. Isn’t it rumored that there are no fearie lights at EU? They are conspicuously absent from all the recounts you have ever heard of students being Lost, Taken, or Touched. Maybe this is a Gentry trick. Maybe this is one of the Fair Folk simply taking a more benign form. Maybe these truly are wisps. Maybe you are very lucky.

Or very unlucky.

Regardless… you have your audience.

“Please,” you beg, and drop to your knees to fumble with your bag. “I’ve come to trade. I need The Court’s protection from Gan Ceann, one of the Unseelie. He is coming for me.”

More jingling. You don’t know what they are saying, if they are saying anything to you at all. You remember the iron pins stuck in the lining of your jacket and the salt packets slipped into your socks. Will they help you if you still carry these deterrents? You strip your jacket and toss it away from you, likewise dig out the salt packets and throw them into the bush. The jingling stops and the lights hover. You take it as a good sign. The sounds of the rider’s horse are growing nearer.

You unzip your pouch and dig out a tightly sealed mason jar. “I have sea glass and abalone shells, and pendants of enamel and obsidian. What will you take in exchange for protection from the Dullahan?”

The wisps float before you silently. You begin to feel that the deal is going badly, and you are becoming desperate. At any moment you imagine you will hear your name and you will be dead.

“Please!” you cry, and shake the mason jar in frustration. “I’ll offer you everything I have in exchange for your help! Please!”

The tinkling of the bells resumes, and the tiny Fae line up before you. Tears trickle down your cheeks; you did not realize you were crying.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and get to your feet. You remember to be polite; you must always be polite. You leave your bag and grasp the mason jar tightly as you feel yourself being drawn along a path you cannot see, a path that the wisps are leading you down. You take out your cell phone and flip on its flashlight to help light the ground as you hurry after them.

The glamour lifts before you reach the copse and you know you are now in the realm of The Golden Ones. A too green marshland stretches before you, where the leaves are illuminated from within and the light along their sharp edges seems to march like a scrolling marquee. The land is dotted here and there with old, gnarled trees that have human faces, and nymphs and water sprites dance among the foliage and shallow waterways. A white stag ambles by in the distance.

The scenery seems lovely, but you wonder how being here will protect you from the Dullahan. You expected to be brought to a castle, or a fortress, or some other place with defenses. Maybe just being beyond the veil of the glamour will be enough, you think. No man-made structures can stop a Dullahan; maybe the thin glamour will prove stronger. Or, at least, strong enough.

It doesn’t.

A sudden gust of hot air on your neck makes you shriek, and you whirl around to see the Dullahan and his black horse towering over you. The horse’s nostrils flare and his breath comes out in a burst of fire. Gan Ceann still holds his head aloft by the hair, and its ever moving dark eyes lock with yours. You fall back into the waters of the marsh as the soft, sunken, moldy cheese colored face splits into a horrifying toothy grin, impossibly wide, so wide it literally stretches ear to ear. The mouth opens, and you know the next breath will be your name and your soul will leave you. You do the only thing you can think to do in the split second you have left.

You throw your cell phone at the horse’s feet.

The back flies off and the screen shatters into a hundred shards. The horse rears up and jumps back. The Dullahan head screams. There is no name in his screeching cry. He yanks the reins around, and turns to ride out of the Seelie marshland the way he came.

He is gone. You are alive.

Your breaths come in ragged sobs. At first, you are confused. Relieved, but confused. As you reach for the remnants of your phone, you remember something that you never should have forgotten. If your phone was functional you would query the Internet. “How much gold is in a smartphone?” you would ask. “Enough” is the answer. There is enough.

You remember the wisps and dump your mason jar of treasures out onto the soggy marsh bank beside you to show your gratitude. They surround you while you stand and you thank Them again for their protection.

They are not dancing. They are not jingling, or tinkling, but They are making some airy sort of noise. It bubbles and echoes around you until you realize with horror that it is the tittering sound of laughter.

Your feet are rooted in the marsh. You do not feel them anymore, and do not see the way back to the campus. The luminescence of the marsh has become black, and in the dark all you see are the lights of the wisps and the glowing amber eyes of the trees. The trees with the human faces.

You will be favored here. You will live, and the Dullahan will never claim your soul.

Such is the price of Their protection.

Quiet Kisses Are So Hardcore

Tried to write a short kacchako kiss fic, and it turned into a full blown character study. So it goes. Thanks to @happyisahabit for taking a look at it!

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It is supposed to be like ripping off a band-aid.

Tell her to get lost. Unfriend and block her on social media. Don’t answer any texts, and block her number too. Uraraka is smart. She’ll get the message. And when the sting of rejection subsides, she’ll move on to someone else. Someone more suitable, someone more deserving. In the end, Uraraka will still be happy.

Bakugou is doing her a favor. If Uraraka never speaks to him again, that’s what he deserves for being dumb enough to catch feelings in the first place.

On the way out of class, Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder. “So, gym? Or video games? Or gym and video games?”

Bakugou calculates. Uraraka tends to go to the gym around this time, and this whole avoidance thing won’t work if they keep running into each other. But then he catches her in the corner of his eye heading to the dorms herself–his eyes had a nasty habit of following her of their own accord–and realizes that the gym is the better option after all. He wonders how long he’ll have to tiptoe through his own life before it gets easier.

“Gym first,” Bakugou says. “Maybe video games after.”

“Are you ok, man?” Kirishima asks. “You’re kind of broody today. Like, Todoroki-level broody.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Heh, there’s a Bakugou I know.”

Once they get there, Bakugou makes a beeline for the bikes. Spinning is great cardio, but it’s also one of the few activities that lets Bakugou’s mind wander. As his legs start pedaling, he zones out to think about how this whole Uraraka situation went to shit so fast.

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Cassian x Reader, Part 2

Title: Whatever It Takes Part 2 / AO3
Part 1: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 9.5k
Rating: Mature for language, sexual content, and mentions of torture.
Summary: Reader struggles to cope in the aftermath of her torture and Cassian tries to understand why she keeps pushing him away. 
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Superman (1978)

This film was both a masterpiece and a trainwreck. There were elements to it that were incredibly brilliant, while others were completely moronic. The movie was filled with plot holes and logical inconsistencies. Many things were not well explained and made little sense. Lex Luthor’s logic that Kryptonite would be a weakness for Superman was such an enormous, baseless leap that it could have come from a Dan Brown novel. The worst part was the climactic scene where Lois Lane dies in the earthquakes caused by Luthor’s missile strike. Superman is so distraught that he flies into space and circles the Earth so fast that it reverses direction and, somehow, reverses time itself. As if the inevitable forward march of time is determined only by the rotation of one insignificant planet in what is already established to be a vast and well-populated universe. That alone makes absolutely no sense, but what was worse was that he only reversed time just enough to save Lois, but not enough to stop the attack in the first place, proving Superman only cares about Lois and not at all about the countless other people who must have died.

Lois herself was another major flaw in this film, though she was played well by Margot Kidder, the characterization of her was terrible. Ordinarily, it would bother me that the main female character serves as nothing more than a damsel in distress, but I recognize that it is important to the Superman mythos that he must routinely rescue Lois. What was wrong about it, though, was the way in which she manages to get herself in trouble. My favorite version of Superman and Lois Lane come from the 1996 Superman the Animated Series. In that series, Lois does regularly need to be rescued, but only because she is a great reporter who, like all good reporters, takes huge risks in order to get at an important story. She is bold, daring, and fearless, and that gets her in trouble, which is when Superman comes in for the rescue. Needing to be saved isn’t her weakness, it’s her strength. This is not the case in the 1978 movie. In the film, Lois is a tragic case of unfulfilled potential. Early on, when she is first introduced to the new reporter, Clark Kent, the two are walking down the street and they get mugged. Instead of handing over her purse, Lois attacks the mugger, causing him to shoot his gun and run off. Clark was able to catch the bullet, but not the bad guy. Provoking the mugger was stupid and reckless, but it was bold, and during the entire situation, Lois stayed calm, collected, and strong. Those traits do not survive the movie. Afterwards, whenever she gets into trouble, it’s either by coincidence or her own stupidity, but not because of any bold or strong action she’s taken, and instead of fighting to help herself, she just sits and screams until Superman saves her. She also turns into a vapid, lovesick child whenever she’s in Superman’s presence, totally losing any semblance of strength of character she had left. When Superman takes her flying through the city, her bizarre, out-of-place internal monologue sounds like the musings from a 13-year-old girl’s diary, not a grown woman.

Jimmy Olsen was another case of wasted potential. In the comics and the show, Jimmy is young, naïve, and inexperienced, but he is also intrepid and clever, and important to Superman as a character because Jimmy keeps him grounded in humanity. In the movie, though, Jimmy has maybe two minutes of screen time, if that, and he serves no purpose in the story. Superman occasionally comments on how much he likes Jimmy, but nothing on-screen holds that up. Jimmy is so insignificant in this film that he may as well not been in it at all.

With all that said, there was a lot this film did very well. The first thing that strikes you about this movie was the score. Of course, you can’t watch a film scored by John Williams without mentioning the music. John Williams knocks it out of the park every single time, and Superman was no exception. The main theme pulls you in right from the start. It’s powerful, heroic, and dramatic. It has the perfect feel of hope and righteousness that every good Superman story needs. Throughout the entire film, the music enhanced the good scenes and redeemed the bad ones. John Williams can take a mediocre movie and make it great just from the power of music.

Also worth noting was the performance of Christopher Reeve. He played Superman the way he was always meant to be played. Many people have commented on how Clark Kent maintains a secret identity with nothing more than a pair of glasses, but it has been established in the comics that he does so much more than that. He changes the way he speaks, the way he holds his body, the way he walks. Clark uses his physical presentation to change the way he appears to other people, even without a mask, and Christopher Reeve does this perfectly. When he is Clark, he stutters and stammers, he slouches and slumps. He is clumsy, awkward, and unassuming. Despite being tall and muscled, he almost disappears into the background. He is nonthreatening, unimposing, and unmemorable. As Superman, he stands tall, he talks clearly, and he dominates any space he’s in. He holds himself with righteous confidence without being arrogant, and he really does become the paragon of Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Without knowing ahead of time, you’d never know they were the same person. 

This film also had a number of other details that really made it great. The art direction and special effects were astounding, especially for the pre-digital era. Superman’s flight scenes were both innovative and effective. The film made great use of miniatures and matte paintings, which should be used more often today. My favorite detail was that every scene Lex Luthor appeared in, he was wearing a different wig. The early scenes on Krypton with Marlon Brando as Jor-El were like a great short sci-fi movie on its own, with great effects and a compelling story. Superman had many issues that kept it from being perfect, and it was goofy and ridiculous at times, but at other times it was masterful. It was the first big-budget feature superhero film, and it created an entire genre that we are still enjoying today, so it deserves a great deal of credit for that. It did something totally new, and despite its flaws, it did it well.

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steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

Boys are gross (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Platonic Jughead x reader (best friends)

Jughead x Betty (kinda)

In which the reader vows to never talk to Jughead again, and Jughead continues to be oblivious 


I arrived at Veronica’s apartment building in the middle of the night, shivering and trying not to cry. Her and her mother were quick to take me in, even though it was late at night and I had given them almost no explanation. I muttered something to Ronnie about hating Jughead, before she wrapped me in a hug and a blanket and left me to sleep. Only I couldn’t.
For most of the night, I lay awake on the ridiculously large and high quality bed in their spare room, thinking about Jughead. As much as I wanted to forget all about him, and convince myself I would be better off without him, I couldn’t stop the part of my mind that had had Jughead wired into it since I was born. I had always had him. 

I purged most of my emotion during the night, staining the Lodge’s pillows with angry tears, so by the morning I was a lot calmer. Neither Veronica nor Hermione asked me about what had happened with my family, or with Jughead, for which I was grateful. I borrowed some of Ronnie’s clothes and by the time we reached school I was dead set on never speaking to Jughead again, and cutting him out of my life. I didn’t miss the concerned looks Veronica gave me as I walked boldly through the hallways, my head held up high and my face impassive, but I chose to ignore them.

“Y/N, I know we didn’t really speak last night, or while my mother was around, but are you sure you’re okay?” She asked me, hurrying to keep up with me and hovering behind me when I reached my locker. I turned around, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m fine, Ronnie, just… thank you for letting me stay.” I said gratefully. She smiled at me, but her eyes remained worried.

“Yeah of course. But if you ever need to talk…” I let out a strained laugh.

“I’m fine, honestly!” I shut my locked and grinned at her again. “Let’s just go to class.”

I managed to avoid Jughead all day, and the next. I didn’t spare him a glance, no matter how much my body ached to turn and grin at him, or find him in the crowd of students after every class. I stopped talking to Betty, too. I really had nothing against her; as far as I knew she was unaware that anything was wrong, and all she did was tell him her feelings, exactly like I told her to. It was my own fault. As the days went on, I began to feel the pang of isolation more than ever. If I was lonely last week, then what I was feeling now could only be described as desolation. I barely spent time with anyone except Ronnie, trying to avoid groups I knew he’d be in, and although I had made up with my family, it did nothing to curb my loneliness. I felt his absence like a missing limb.

I guess I was secretly hoping that when I started ignoring him, he would suddenly notice, like in every film, and he’d coming running back to me, begging for forgiveness. It didn’t occur to me that maybe this would just make me even more insignificant to him. A few days after the phone call it became clear to me that this was exactly what had happened. I headed to Pop’s for some food, but as I walked up to it, I noticed a familiar beanie through the window. Jughead and Betty were sitting in his usual booth, opposite each other. They were both laughing, and he looked so happy. I stopped walking, watching them and wondering if he had ever looked like that when I used to sit where she was sitting. I don’t think I ever made him laugh like that. I felt a sinking, crushing feeling in my stomach as I realised he didn’t need me anymore. I turned around and walked home, trying desperately to hate him, and failing. Later that night I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if we’d ever speak again when my phone rang. I lazily picked it up.

Jughead is calling…

My stomach churned and I stared at it in disbelief, wondering what to do. I contemplated leaving it to go to voicemail, but my instinct was too strong and before I knew it I had pressed answer and the phone was against my ear.

“Y/N? Thank god.” His relieved voice came through my phone and I almost cried at the sound of his voice, closing my eyes. I tried to remind myself that he didn’t want me.

“Jughead, why are you calling me?” I tried to keep my voice steady and emotionless.

“I need your help.” I almost laughed out loud at the irony of his words. “Betty and I had an argument, and I don’t know what to do.” There was quiet for a moment as I sat, conflicted. He sounded so desperate and vulnerable, and the part of me that wanted to help my best friend, and make sure he was okay was so strong that I practically had to force the words back down my throat. I recalled the phone conversation from only a few days ago, forcing myself to remember how he dismissed me. No. He doesn’t get to ring me after weeks of ignoring me, only to ask for my help.

“Sorry, Jughead, I’m sort of busy right now.” I told him coldly. “Can’t we just talk tomorrow?” I threw his own words back at him, my voice radiating sarcasm. I heard him hesitate on the other end of the line, his uncertainty obvious.

“Please, Y/N. I need you.” He pleaded quietly, and I fumed. My composure shattered and I couldn’t stop myself.

“You need me?!” I asked him furiously. “It hasn’t seemed like you’ve even noticed my presence, let alone needed me, these past few weeks. Especially not when I said those exact words to you, Jughead!” I shouted at him, the words firing involuntarily from my mouth. I caught myself from continuing, letting the silence speak for me. I practically heard him realise what he’d done as he took a sharp intake of breath. There was a long silence, and I could tell that he had no idea what to say to me.

“Y/N…” He started, sounding pained.

“See you, Jughead.” I ended the call quickly, my fingers trembling, and threw the phone away from me onto the bed. He deserved that, I told myself. I tried to distract myself by doing some work, but my mind kept drifting. I would have never imagined our friendship could reach this point. I was brought suddenly out of my thoughts by a startling knock on my front door. I waited for someone else to get it, or for them to go away, but no one did, and they just kept knocking. I groaned, dragging myself up and downstairs.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” I yelled angrily as they persistently slammed the knocker. “You’re going to break the doo-” I stopped short as I opened the door and there he was. Jughead stood outside my house, breathing heavily and looking panicked. I met his desperate eyes as my mouth opened slightly. I began to shake my head.

“No.” I said, pushing the door closed, but he wouldn’t let me, his hand gripping the side of it and forcing it open.

“No, Y/N please.” He begged me, and I shook my head incredulously.

“Jughead, I can’t help you with your relationship.” I told him, but he rapidly shook his head.

“That’s not why I’m here.” I paused, looking at him sceptically, still not allowing him to open the door completely.

“Then why?” He paused, and I watched as he rubbed his hand over his face uneasily.

“Would you just come outside, please?” He asked, and I hesitated before stepping outside and folding my arms expectantly. He took a deep breath.

“I’m here because I’m an idiot Y/N. I’m a stupid, ignorant, oblivious idiot, who didn’t realise what he had until it was gone. I do need you, but not just for that. For everything.” He told me anxiously, and a lump formed in my throat at his words.

“That’s not true, Jughead.” I said croakily, looking away and thinking of him in the diner.

“Yes, it is. It is completely true. I’ve… I’ve always had you, you’ve always been there for me, and I realise now that I completely abandoned you when I got together with Betty. And you’re the one who got us together in the first place!” He exclaimed and threw his hands in the air, in disbelief at his own behaviour. I felt tears forming in my eyes and bit my lip, trying to keep them at bay. “And then the other day, on the phone…” He trailed off, looking guiltier than I’d ever seen him. “I let you down.” His voice grew hoarse as he looked me in the eye. “I’ve been going crazy without you, Y/N.” He told me seriously, but I didn’t believe him.

“Don’t lie to me!” I cried. “I’ve seen you. You’re better-off without me.” He immediately shook his head angrily. He stepped towards me.

“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N.” He spoke quietly but fiercely, looking me in the eye. I sighed.

“It’s true. She makes you happier than I ever did.” I muttered. He looked at me helplessly, not knowing what to say.

“Okay, yes, Betty makes me happy.” He admitted, shrugging. “But she isn’t you. She isn’t my best friend. Nothing can make up for the amount of laughter you’ve brought me… for the amount of history we have.” He reached for me, but I stepped away from him.

“Jughead…” I let a few tears fall as I looked at him. “You weren’t there for me…” My voice was quiet and thick with emotion, and it only worsened as I watched his face fall.

“I know, I know I wasn’t.” He said desperately. “And that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever done: not coming to see you that night. Betty and I were having such a good time, and I know that’s no excuse, but I just…” He struggled to explain himself, looking upwards. “I never thought anyone would ever be interested in me, like that, and I guess I just got too caught up in it all.” He looked at me with so much sincerity, I couldn’t help but to believe him. He stepped closer to me again, taking my hand hesitantly, and I let him. “But, Y/N, you’re my best friend, and I hurt you. I let you down.” I could see the shame in his face. He looked me in the eye, speaking with such conviction and clarity. “I love you, and I will never stop being sorry.” He finished quietly and I closed my eyes, my brain willing me not to forgive him. He’ll hurt you again, it warned me. This time, however, my heart won. I opened my eyes to find him looking at me doubtfully, waiting for me to say something. I looked at him for a few seconds and I knew. I knew I couldn’t live without him. I gave him a small smile.

“It is going to take you so long to make up for this, Jones.” I said, and within a second he had stepped forward swiftly and wrapped me in a forceful hug, laughing. My arms came around his back, and I clung onto him, breathing him in after so long. He gripped me tightly against him, pressing his head into my neck and exhaling.

“Thank god.” He whispered against the side of my head, and I could hear both the smile and the relief in his voice. “I thought I was going to have to get out the baby photos as blackmail.” He muttered into my ear and I laughed, pushing him away. Any tension between us immediately dissipated and we laughed together. As the laughter died down he looked at me seriously again.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m going to try and stay with Betty. I really like her.” He told me shyly and I nodded, grinning. I could really get behind this ship now. “But I’m not going to forget about you again. You two are the most important people to me, and I will find time for both for you in balance.” He told me honestly. “Besides, if this has shown me anything, it’s that I’m a complete mess when you’re not around.” He said grinning, and I laughed. We smiled at each other and shared a moment of silent understanding. We were going to be okay.

“So,” I clapped my hands, heading to walk inside and looking back at him as he followed. “I hear you have girl trouble?”


Jughead finally realises what a prick he’s been

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Revelation

As the Inquisition settles into Skyhold, Solas continues to strive towards his ultimate goal - no matter who it will destroy in the long run.

But the more time he spends with these people, with her - the more uneasy his conscience grows.


Solas dipped his quill, trying to focus on his writing despite the noise above him. The rotunda was being repaired, the upper portion being converted into an improvised rookery.

He thought the choice of renovation was strange, but kept that opinion to himself.

The Inquisition was slowly making a home for themselves in Skyhold. No one had argued when he quietly laid claim to this room as his study and he was thankful for it. Despite the human hands behind its construction, the Ferelden architect responsible for building Skyhold had been true to his intentions to recreate as much of the original structure as he could. It was not the Tarasyl’an Te’las he’d once called his own - but even the faint familiarity offered some sense of comfort.

The note he was writing would appear inconsequential to any who happened upon it. It read as little more than private observances, most likely intended for a personal log.

Despite reaching our objectives in Redcliffe, those who live there still suffer in the aftermath of the rebel mages’s disruption. Many are displaced, lacking in food or shelter, unclear on where they should turn.

I hope for their sakes, someone might lend a hand to the elves of Redcliffe. Perhaps with some assistance, they may find a new sense of purpose in an otherwise chaotic landscape.

He knew his meaning would be more than clear to his intended audience, once he surreptitiously passed the message along. Go to Redcliffe. Bring supplies. There may be opportunities for recruitment.

Despite the obstacle Corypheus was proving to be, Solas’s objectives had not changed. Those who followed him still required instruction. Progress had to be made towards their goal, even though he could not oversee it directly.

The Veil would be removed and the world set right again. It was only a matter of when.

Solas continued writing. The losses suffered at Haven were not insignificant - yet I still have faith that the Inquisition is where I should remain for the time being. This organization is the best chance we currently have of parting Corypheus from the orb he carries. My confidence is only bolstered by their recently formalized choice of Inquisitor. We would not have made it this far without Isii.

Only when his fingers paused did he realize with some small surprise that he’d written her name. He’d referred to her before in his reports. The Herald. Lavellan. The Dalish elf, when he was feeling less favorable. But never as Isii.

He could not help but think of her then. The memory of Haven was still too fresh, too recent, too immediate. He could still remember the finer details of his panic, the sickly quality of his grief when it appeared she had sacrificed herself to save them. He remembered the feel of her fingers laced with his, so cold against his skin, gripping him tightly as he tried to warm her with his magic. She’d smiled at him through shivering breaths, rasping whispered phrases in Elvhen and he no longer cared whether or not she pronounced them correctly. She was alive, having twice cheated death in the short amount of time he’d known her. She was so much more than he could have ever predicted…

Solas pushed the thought aside, clearing his throat as he dipped into the inkwell once more.

He had work to do.

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Drunken Love

Originally posted by suhyngho

Pairing: Yuta x reader
Genre: bartender!au, fluff
Warnings: alcohol involved
Word count:  2,182


The loud bass boomed through the big speakers, making the ground pulsate with each beat of the upbeat dance song the DJ was playing. Bopping your head along the music you leaned against the counter of the bar and observed the sweaty bodies pressed against each other as they danced away on the dancefloor. 

Being a bartender was no easy job, working in the nightlife you had to endure a lot of things, especially as a woman. You managed to find joy in your job, albeit all you had to go through. Sighing heavily, the corners of your lips turning down in a sign of disapproval, you watched as a small group of very boisterous boys took shots after shots, completely wasted after their fifth one. No matter how many times you’d seen people like this and far worse, it still amazed you how they found bliss solely by drinking so much they cannot walk straight and probably regretting it and swearing to never drink again, but repeating it all again days after. Sure, you were in for some drinks to loosen up and get in the mood, but getting wasted was not your cup of tea. 

Your gaze averted from the group of boys, to a boy who slumped against the bar and judging from the way he was staggering and trying to balance himself on the stool, was also just as drunk. 

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Bruises, part 4 : My thoughts are empty I feel like I have no story

Word count : 1248

Author note : Part 4, hope you’re still on board.  As always feedback is appreciated as usual. Tag list is at the end and is still close till March 21st.  Domestic violence is not normal, don’t let that happen even once because it’ll happen again, run away or go to the police or call special numbers for domestic violence.

Warnings : Mentions of Bucky’s past.

Song of the title : All You Know, Earlyrise

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Out of My Hands - Part One

Character: Castiel

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,034

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, eventual Dean x Reader

Prologue

Summary: There’s nothing Castiel can do about the marriage, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the girl (y/n). He does his best to be friendly and sympathetic.

Story

           Castiel has never been Heaven’s biggest supporter. Well, maybe not never, but he honestly doesn’t understand the point of what they do anymore. The answer to the logical question of ‘why’ is lost on him.

           This, though, forcing some poor human girl to marry him, is the lowest they’ve gotten in a long time. Way back before his Father had created him, before humans had evolved, there had been a gap between Heaven and Earth, a break where a connection hadn’t formed correctly, and there had to be a solution. So the ancient angels formed this plan, this marriage. They would hold the two planes together while humanity got up on its feet, and once the species had evolved enough, one insignificant member was to be selected and bound to an angel of the same rank. But that wound had healed, the combined grace of thousands of angels had sealed it tightly and steadied the worlds, put them in balance. There was no need to go through with the marriage.

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When we were Seventeen (Act 0.5)

A/N: This wasn’t requested, this is a kind of ‘on the side’ thing. I hope you enjoy it! Btw this is a Jughead Jones x reader series thing~ 

Originally posted by gdizzle5

Originally posted by milakuniis

Programme

Riverdale high organises a musical production of ‘Heathers’ for the last semester of the summer, being the last one for a handful of seniors and after Jason Blossom’s death; nearing his one-year anniversary…in short everyone was on edge, especially around Cheryl Blossom. This was meant to be a major emotional boost and distraction to take performing/auditioning sophomore student’s minds off of exams and senior’s off of college entrance fees.

But who will step in when the lead role of J.D. gets in a major car accident outside of school on the opening night? Will Y/N be able to go out and play the leading female role of Veronica Sawyer even when Cheryl Blossom, who was playing Heather Chandler, the mythic bitch herself, openly bitches about her on stage as a part of the show? Or will she go off script altogether due to troubling times ahead?

Who knew that Y/N’s saviour on that fateful night would come with a crime-mystery solving writer and a grey crown-like beanie wearer?

Can Jughead Jones the third save the day and get the girl?

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this burden you bear

I tried to post this last night but the internet was being dumb.

I got a little burnt out from Welcome Heat (ha) so I’m using this to get myself back into the swing of things. Hope you like it.

ffn

ao3


Hakoda squints in the firelight; Kanna’s hand pauses mid-stir over the pot of five-flavor soup, and on their father’s other side, Sokka looks up, surprised out of his concentration on the blubber jerky he’s been devouring.

“The…the whole city? They want to throw a week-long festival for Katara?” Hakoda’s voice carries the disbelief of everyone in the room, save for two.

Iroh nods. “They wish to honor her for her service and loyalty to the Fire Lord, immediately after his Agni Kai with Azula.”

Katara stares at her plate. The flush is sweeping up her cheeks as she can feel everyone’s eyes on her, but even worse are the tears clawing their way up her throat until her own eyes sting.

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Unanswered Questions - Chapter 2

Words: 1345

Warning: None

So this was the answer to everything?

A small and insignificant looking bean? The woman had to have been completely mad because something like this seemed an awful lot like a page out of ‘Jack and the beanstalk’.

Wait. No….No that was a completely ridiculous thought and I quickly shake my head at myself for having let it in my mind in the first place. There was no way this bean would do something like that. This is the real world! Nothing even remotely exciting seemed to happen around here.

My eyes drifted from the bean to the computer screen in front of me and any sense of excitement, no matter how small it may have been, that once ran through me now disintegrated into nothing. 862 unread emails. I had only been away from work for a single day and this is what I came back to? An involuntary groan escapes my lips as I clutch the bean even tighter in my hand and try to motivate myself to making somewhat of a start on what would, no doubt, be emails that would only result in making my day that little bit more boring.

Dear Mr Harrison,

Thank you for your email. Unfortunately as what yo-

I thought I had been doing well, even managing to start on a reply to the numerous emails I had, but my interest in the bean was far outweighing my interest in work. It was almost like it was calling out to me, tapping into the part of me that just simply didn’t want to be here right now, I wasn’t going to be able to ignore it for much longer. But then did I really want to?

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His Own Insignificance

Originally posted by boogiecore

His fingers hovered over the keypad beside your apartment door. Gray knew the code by heart ever since he and the rest of the AOMG crew had helped you move in a few months ago. Even with all of the stress and long days he’d put in at the studio lately, Gray hesitated dropping by unannounced like the rest of the guys did.

I hope she’s not asleep…

But his panic subsided even before he looked at his watch. 2am. He cracked a smile knowing you would be awake. You always stayed up too late.

It had only been a year since Jay first introduced you but Gray had memorized your habits by now. The way you did laundry whenever you were stressed or your love affair with coffee or how you genuinely enjoyed his terrible jokes though you would never admit it. Everything. There was something about you that always seemed to make sense to him. He could depend on you to be yourself and that was reassuring.

He let out a deep breath before punching in the code and slipping into your apartment. You were lounging on the couch in a pair of old sweats and a t-shirt; a diminishing bowl of popcorn nestled on your lap as you absently watched a drama on the television. Gray felt his chest tighten a bit. You looked so heartbreakingly beautiful to him that he didn’t want to disturb you.

“It’s just me,” he said quietly. Part of him hoped you wouldn’t notice so he could stare at you a moment longer but you always noticed Gray.

You looked up at him, your smile touching your eyes as you took in how sweet he looked when he was exhausted. You patted the space beside you on the couch. You didn’t have to ask him twice. You shifted a bit as he sunk into the cushion until there was a comfortable space between the two of you.

It had just occurred to Gray that he hadn’t thought of a reason to give you for his visit on the short walk from the studio. He wracked his brain trying to come up with a decent excuse. Silence settled between the two of you that was only broken by the sound of the drama’s end credits playing.

“You look stressed,” you said.

“A bit.”

“Work?”

He nodded. You knew he wanted to talk but getting anything out of Gray when he was upset took some prompting.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“There isn’t much to tell. Deadlines coming up, compositions that aren’t turning out, practicing my set for this tour, more deadlines. Oh, did I mention deadlines?” You both chuckled.

“You’re deflecting the real issue,” you said.

You put the now empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table and turned to face him completely. Your arms wrapped around your legs as you propped your chin up on your knees and gave Gray your undivided attention.

Gray sighed and rubbed his eyes; the extent of his exhaustion setting in. It hadn’t occurred to him that as he had been getting to know your habits, you had been observing his too.

“Aish! You know me too well,” he muttered. His posture slumped when you didn’t respond. Your silence was your coup de grâce; the final push he needed before his unfiltered thoughts began pouring out to you.

“You’re right. It’s not just work. It’s everything,” he started. “The day I met Jay was one of the best days of my life because I never thought I would work with someone so focused and inspiring about music outside of an occasional collaboration. He makes it look so effortless. All those hours in the studio and people still call him lazy because the pressure just melts off of him.”

He was aware that he was rambling. In truth, his frustrations had almost nothing to do with Jay but he couldn’t stop himself nor did it seem like you wanted him to. Your concentration was unwavering.

“Talking with Jay was like having clarity for the first time in years about what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to be just ‘Gray the producer’ or 'Gray the songwriter.’ I wanted to be in the center of it all; on stage, my stage, with my fans cheering me on.

"I know it sounds selfish but for once I wanted to write music for myself instead of watching someone else perform it. I was given an opportunity to do that and it was everything that I expected thanks to the guys…,” Gray’s thoughts trailed off momentarily. He looked up at you with a half smile but he could feel the sadness in his eyes betraying him.

“But now whenever I go into the studio to work on new stuff it’s like nothing comes out right. I just sit at my keyboard and my mind goes blank because nothing I write is good enough. I just choke.” He fidgeted with his hands out of frustration. “I never choke.”

His words were getting strained as he struggled to keep himself composed. It wasn’t pride that kept him from crying in front of you but rather his need to keep you as happy as possible. You weren’t completely separate from his work but you were about as uninvolved as he could manage to keep you. Spending time with you was his escape from those deadlines that he often overworked himself for and there were days when the promise of seeing you was the only thing that kept him going.

You jumped up from the couch without a word and quickly shuffled down the hallway. You were back before Gray could follow you with an old blanket folded haphazardly underneath your arm.

“Come with me.”

A confused Gray tilted his head questioningly.

“Where exactly are we going at this hour?”

“First of all, Gray, we live in Seoul: the city that actually never sleeps. Don’t believe what they say about New York City.” Gray rolled his eyes at you.

“You act like I’ve never been there.”

You rolled your eyes back at him. Gray was so sweet and soft spoken when you first met him that when he finally felt comfortable enough to show his stubborn, witty side you nearly toppled over in surprise. Part of you was infuriated by it but only a small part…

“Just trust me, Gray, okay?”

He begrudgingly got off the sofa and followed you to the roof of your apartment building. The nights were still warm enough to survive without a jacket and Gray couldn’t help but smile as you both took a moment to breathe in the fresh air. You spread the blanket out in your favorite spot; a carefully chosen place hidden from the exit of the stairwell but far enough away from the hvac fans so that you could hear someone coming.

“Lay down,” you said casually but when you saw Gray’s flustered reaction you couldn’t stop your cheeks from tingeing red.

“I pinky promise that I will be a complete gentleman, Lee Sunghwa,” you recovered. Though he still had questions for you, he grinned hearing you say his name and did as he was told. You laid next to him.

“What are we doing up here?” he asked in mock agitation.

“Shh. You are done talking for now.”

“I can manage that.”

You gave him a playful slap on the arm for making a joke at his own expense.

“Alright, now all you have to do is look up.”

He followed your directions. Gray could make out only a few stars at first. He stared up at the sky, listening to the rhythm of your breathing, feeling your arm innocently brush against his as you tried to get comfortable. He wouldn’t stop until you told him to and as his eyes combed the night sky he began to distinguish more and more stars.

His imagination filled in the rest until suddenly he was not looking at just a handful but rather thousands of feint lights dappling the horizon. The sight made Gray strangely aware of just how small he must look laying on the rooftop.

“You see it?”

“It’s stunning,” he said. “How often do you come up here?”

“Whenever I’m feeling stressed and laundry isn’t enough,” you said, earning a chuckle from Gray. “I don’t know why but there is something about it that helps me put my problems into perspective. It’s  really freeing to realize your own insignificance. That in the grand scheme of things my problems are so trivial and that my aspirations and failures are temporary.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should keep trying because I’m insignificant?”

“I know you’re not that dense,” you groaned. “What I’m saying is that you should keep trying even if you fail because failure is not what you’re going to be remembered for. Besides, the guys won’t let you fail, I won’t let you fail, and most of all you won’t let yourself fail.”

Gray felt the blush on his cheeks deepen at your words as he broke away from your gaze.

What I wouldn’t give to see the world through her eyes, he thought as he helped you fold the blanket. Maybe one day I’ll tell her how much I love her but for now I just want to make her proud.

“Everything ok?” You asked over your shoulder when you noticed he was lagging behind.

“Everything is… good." 

He liked the way that sounded.

Making Fun a Priority

For Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. My prompt was Negan’s birthday. Never really done anything like this before (talking about prompts and Negan fics, I’ve written smut before), so be nice, ‘kay?? :):)

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Summary: As much as she thought today would be like any other day, Brandi was wrong. Completely wrong. Today her job was taking her places she’d never been before. Today she was going to find herself face to face with the one and only, Negan. Today was Negan’s birthday. Today he was in a giving mood.

Warnings: Smut and language.

Bamby

Life was good. Considering the world was falling apart and people were dying but not staying dead, life was good. It had been about two, maybe three years since the dead began to walk and the living began to run. Two years since I’d found myself happier than ever before.

I hadn’t had the best life before. Abuse, depression. Violence, anxiety. I’d worked as a waitress for a sleazy, greasy boss. I’d lived with my alcoholic mother and her pervy boyfriend. I was a student at college, where I had no friends and was a constant target for bullying.

To say the end of the world was a blessing for me, would be an understatement. I thrived in this world. I’d finally found my place. I belonged somewhere. I was… Happy.

Pulling myself out of bed, I moved over to my dresser and grabbed my brush before running it through my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror before me.

There was nothing special about me. I was simple. Plain Jane. Thick, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Thin pink lips. Large hazel eyes framed by round glasses. Fair skin littered with freckles. A small, pointed nose.

I was thin, too- so much so, you could see some of my bones. But seeing as I was a hard worker and didn’t eat much- a problem caused by my past- that was to be expected. Yet despite my frail body, I was strong, and had some curves- nothing too fancy though.

None of that mattered to me. I liked myself, which was important. I didn’t love myself, but I was working on it. That’s all I cared about. How I saw myself was more important than how others saw me.

Well, actually… I cared about what Negan thought of me.

Negan. He’s the boss around here. Keeps the place running. Makes the rules. Protects everyone. He leads us through the chaos of the world today, while trying to keep some order from the world before. He was smart, and brave, and strong. Cruel, yet kind. Gentle, yet tough. He was the most complex person I’d ever met and I was in love with him.

I was hopelessly and completely in love with the man, and he didn’t even know my name…

Shaking my head- now finished brushing my hair- I put my brush down on the dresser before pulling my hair into a quick bun. Grabbing some clothes from my drawers, I got dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a grey top. Moving over to my bed again, I sat and pulled on my tattered pair of dirty white sneakers.

Now ready for the day ahead, I started for my door, ready to get to work.

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Pitching Fits

Fourth installment of the Jacob Black “Home” series (“Home” - “Familiarities” - “Reunion”), requested by quite a few of you! If you’d like to request another installment, please do so. I have most everything mapped out (it follows the flow of the books), so a simple request for a fifth part will be enough to get one going. Hope you like it!

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In all of your collective years in Forks, you’d never seen Charlie pick a fight with Billy over something as insignificant as superstition. You could easily see your father going on the defensive when it came to his friends, that was merely the grain of his character. He was a cop, for Christ’s sake, and a father to two young women; defense was in his nature… but you had no idea he close enough with the Cullens that he’d sacrifice his relationship with Billy Black. They fought on and off, rival teams created tension every now and then, but they always managed to fill fissures with concrete in time for the next game. You hadn’t been around the source of their argument long enough to pick sides, but Jacob seemed bias-less on the subject; he didn’t claim to be superstitious, as his father was, but he too had seen very little of the Alaskan family. In fact, Jacob claimed they never visited the reservation.

“Trust me, Y/n, they can go on like this for weeks. The Cullens aren’t big around here, and I’m not sure if Charlie’s told you how much he-” Jacob’s voice cut-off quickly, a static slap to the receiver claiming some privacy for his call as he shouted something to his father, who likely didn’t know his son was providing exposition to your parents’ seemingly childish argument. “Sorry, Dad’s watching the game. He gets heated when he doesn’t have someone to cool him down,” his voice had docked in volume, barely scraping a whisper, his lips muffling his voice as he spoke against the receiver. “But the Cullens aren’t well-liked on the rez. People start talking about how pale they are, next thing you know everyone’s saying they’re- Dad, it’s Mrs. Call, says Embry’s sick. She wants me to drop-off his homework tomorrow after school. Sure, sure, I’ll be home by then. It’ll only take ten minutes. Sure. Yeah,” he paused, his silence painting the image of his eyes following his father’s wheelchair as Billy left the room. Jacob’s voice returned, lower still, and damn-near impossible to distinguish words. “Y/n, I’ve gotta go. Call me when Charlie stops blowing steam from his ears, okay?”

“Yeah, Jake, sure. I’ll talk to you soon,” You whispered, fighting to keep the hurt from infiltrating your voice at the uncharacteristically short phone conversation. You’d only just returned to Forks, and you were barred from seeing (or speaking with) your best friend. Jacob snorted, his voice carrying injury as well, though he covered what little you could pick out surprisingly well.

“Don’t hold your breath. I’ll try to talk some sense into him, but it’s really no us-” His line went dead mid-word, likely due to Billy’s return. Wouldn’t want his dad think he’s chatting away to his friend’s mother… or worse, chatting to the enemy’s daughter. You returned the phone to its plastic cradle, your fingers trailing down the spiral of the cord, your forehead leaning against the wall in defeat. Your quiet failure lingered in the air, disturbed only by the quiet continuation of the insignificant college football game in the living room (Charlie had only just sunken into his sofa) and the patter of Bella’s footfall as she descended the staircase. Her hand crept over your shoulder, spinning your body to face her, maternal brown eyes analyzing your state of disarray. She momentarily absorbed your emotional mask before parting her lips to speak.

“When did you get back? I heard the game… what happened?” Her hand fell from your shoulder as she turned to peek into the living room, eyeballing the Chief in his natural habitat… sans his usual pack partner. She returned her gaze to your face, crossing her arms over her chest. “Did you not get any fish fry?”

“Bella,” you rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose with your index finger and thumb, ducking your head as you organized your scattering thoughts. “No, I didn’t, but we could’ve really used some tonight. Billy and Charlie got in a fight. Jacob was trying to explain it to me, something about Billy being superstitious-” her brow furrowed, expecting further detail. You shook your head, dashing her thoughts. “Yeah, I don’t know, but we left in, like, seven minutes. I didn’t even get inside the house before Charlie came out and packed us up.” You concluded,your voice peaking over a whisper as your frustrations took hold of your voice box. Bella’s head tilted forward, her brow knotted with perplexity, her eyes open and curious.

“What were they fighting about? The game hasn’t been on for more than thirty minutes, what could they have possibly disagreed on?” Her breathy tone reeled you back into a state of stability, your voice lowering as you exhaled your answer.

“Billy said something about the Cullens, rubbed Charlie the wrong way.” Bella stiffened visibly, recalling her brief interaction with the youngest of the Cullens, his hostile behavior to her in Biology, his tension, even his trip to the office at the end of the day. She, unlike Jacob, had obvious reason to form biases.

“What is it about this town and the Cullens that has everyone pitching fits?” she wondered aloud, irritation and uncertainty polluting her tone. You were both working on the case of Edward Cullen’s sudden change in manner from earlier that day, and thus far, you hadn’t made any progress. You attempted to explain, in very minor and limited detail, the course of events as they occurred, but due to your lack of knowledge on the ordeal (and Jacob’s equal level of confusion), your conversation was short-lived. Bella proceeded into the kitchen, mumbling under her breath about how little time she had to prepare something edible, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Normally, at a time as unstable as this, you’d ring Jake, but the Black residence was a restricted number until Charlie and Billy could share the sandbox like grown adults once more. Your evening had been doused in propane and set ablaze. You had nothing to do with the remainder of your night; trying to help Bella in the kitchen would spoil your dinner (you’d lost all merit on the culinary scene at a young age, baking your mother’s birthday cake with salt instead of the appropriate sugar. It was a miracle Renee had survived that mouthful of brine and under-cooked egg), and you weren’t exactly on the best of terms with your father at the moment (he had, after all, dragged you from what was meant to be your annual catch-up with Jacob)… you had nowhere else to turn to besides your bedroom.

You closed your door behind you, letting your back slide down the painted wood as you sunk to the floor. Part of what made Forks so desirable, to you at least, was Jacob Black. Having your visitation rights restricted was going to make you as miserable as Bella was. The only other nail anchoring you to the house was Charlie. You didn’t really have any other lasting connection to the town. You had your friendships, but those could easily be made and busted by class schedules. Sure, the town was beautiful, and the rain was calming. You were in a snow-globe, locked out of the rest of the world, locked into perfection and constant precipitation… but beauty alone wasn’t enough to ensure your happiness. Your eyes lifted to the window perched on the wall opposite your door, showcasing the forest’s edge as the tree limbs danced in the gentle storm. Bella claimed to have the best view in the house, elevated as she was in her second-story room, but you knew she couldn’t claim as close a view to the life beyond your walls. Perhaps that was why she thought her view was beautiful. She liked to distance herself from the cold and wet, whereas you could bask in Forks until the day you died, water-logged and content. You stood, joints aching as you shuffled to your bed, peeling away layers upon layers of blankets until your hands finally encountered mattress. Collapsing onto the old box-string was always less relaxing than you hoped; it was far from sleeping on a cloud, but, since you knew every bump, lump, and loose spring poking out of formation, you knew which positions to avoid. Unmarred by hunger and fueled by defeat, you drifted to sleep, the pattering of the rain against the siding of Charlie’s house offering itself as a lullaby, carrying you off to the numb expanse of slumber.

The following morning conformed to your usual schedule: you woke, it was still raining. Charlie was scraping eggs onto one of his uniform, unassuming dinner plates. He slid the meal your way and set to work on cooking for Bella, who, once again, proved she could sleep without somehow managing to tangle herself in her bed sheets and suffocate. The meal was oddly quiet, even for Charlie’s standards. He seemed to understand, without raising the question, that you were less than happy to have been rescued from the Black residence… he decided not to push conversation. Smart. When he had all but licked his plate clean, he rose, wordless, and departed for the station. The front door clicked, and Bella animated like a corpse on The Walking Dead, her eyes glowing from within with questions. She swallowed a rather ambitious forkful of scrambled eggs (ambitious for anyone, but especially for someone as accident-prone as she was) before opening her mouth to speak.

“What should I do about Biology today? I mean, I know Mike Newton,” you grimaced at the name; the boy was clingier than a barnacle, and about as abrasive if you denied his advances. Bella had caught-on, for the most part, but she had yet to be pushed to disgust at the mention of his name. She continued, slowed only slightly by your display of distaste. “… would want to switch partners with me, but I don’t think Mr. Banner will change my seat.” You scoffed, grabbing her plate as you stood, stacking in atop your own.

“You could always stab the Cullen kid with a pencil and ask Mike to move next to you. I don’t think anyone in the school would mind, but Charlie’d probably force you onto the street.” You dumped the plates and their cutlery into the sink, pumping soap onto a ragged sponge before running the tap. Bella stood from the table, her hand running through her hair, a clear sign of her escalating stress levels.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to give the guy a valid reason to continue glaring at the side of my head like that. Maybe I could switch out… what class do you have after lunch?” She was pulling every string possible to free herself from the web she’d entangled herself in, all to avoid one of the politest, kindest, and most beautiful teenagers in all of Forks. Maybe there was a glitch in her brain.

“French. Are you willing to pick-up another foreign language to get away from Cullen?” She sighed, halfheartedly dragging her keys from the counter top, mumbling her reply as she left, briefly, to warm the cabin of her new truck. It sounded like she was considering your suggestion.

By lunch hour, your defensive tactics proved unnecessary; every Cullen was accounted for, every glorious hair on their glorious heads was in place, all of them staring in different directions, refusing to touch their food… all of them, save the one sibling that had both you and your sister on edge. Edward Cullen was gone. You settled into your seat, heaving a sigh of relief, your eyes on Bella’s face. She seemed oddly at-ease, as if the sight (or lack thereof) of the missing Cullen had shot her full of horse tranquilizers. She threw herself wholeheartedly into the conversation bubbling around the table, joining in the planning of a trip to First Beach, down at La Push. You would have tuned the conversation out on a normal day (most of the participation was coming from Mike Newton, after all. You tended to avoid him like the bubonic plague), but the familiar location pulled you from analyzing your sister’s face, your eyes locking on Newton’s.

“You’re going to La Push?” you asked, your voice maybe a little too excited for such a commonplace question. Mike’s blue eyes blanked, but his lips tugged into a confident grin. He explained the details, though he made sure everyone knew that the outing was a work in progress. You could be down at La Push by the next weekend, if Charlie hadn’t already reconciled with Billy by then. Newton’s eyes flickered back and forth between Bella’s face and your own, likely trying to figure out how to hook the both of you by hooking one; he may be oblivious to rejection cues, but he was smart enough to understand that if one Swan sister was coming, the other was locked in-tow. It was a matter of enticing whichever wanted to come the most. Your eyes flickered to Bella’s, her chocolate irises projecting uncertainties. You raised your eyebrows, grinning slyly. You could easily sacrifice your sanity on a trip with Mike Newton if it meant slipping away to Jacob’s house. She bit her lip, quizzical still. You weren’t taking this risk. From what Jacob had managed to tell you, those two old men could really hold a grudge. You perked-up in your seat, your eyes leaving Bella’s. She was leaning forward in her chair, trying to regain your attention. You feigned ignorance. “Bella and I would love to go. Still got room for two more passengers?”