this shit took forever to get here

rain (reddie) ch. 4

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Benverly, Stenbrough

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter warnings: N/a

A/N: THIS TOOK EVEN MORE FOREVER GOD. i’m so sorry. i’m all nervous now bc rain is getting a lot of attention and i’m just like WHAT IF IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH? gah. hope you guys like it, the ship’s about to sail. AS ALWAYS, credit to my amazing beta @r-u-reddie for helping to make this shit coherent and put together. also ps i tried to tag some of you and it didn’t work, so i’d check for this.

AO3 link coming tomorrow

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“Bev for Stan, over.” Beverly stretched her rather long legs out in the large bath jacuzzi, releasing the button of the walkie-talkie as she waited to hear back.

She stared down at her nails, a frown on her face when she noticed that they were chipping. Of course, that didn’t really matter as it would all come off in six days for some fresh nail polish, but it still annoyed her enough that she would have to repaint them. She wondered if Eddie would let her paint his nails also.

“Beverly, it is six o’clock in the morning. Why are you up?”

Stan’s sleepy voice sounded in from the other side, and Beverly waited a beat before rolling her eyes and pressing the talk button. “You’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re finished talking, Stan. Over.”

“This is ridiculous, Beverly. Go back to sleep. Over.”

Stan sat up in the bed, his eyes glazing over a half asleep Bill, who seemed agitated by the loud walkie talkie. In response, Stan turned it down slightly.

“No, Stan. You promised you would help me with operation get Richie and Eddie back together. There’s no going back, now stay up and talk to me. Over.”

Stan groaned quietly at Beverly’s persistence, resting his head back against the pillow as he turned to look at Bill who was staring back at him. That definitely startled him a bit.

“Fine, Bev. Why do we need to talk about this early in the morning?” When there was nothing but radio silence on the other end, Stan sighed once he realized why. “Over.”

“Do you think they made up last night? Over.”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (11)

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Part 11 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  Part 12 Part 13   Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21Part 22Part 23Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27   Part 28Part 29  Part 30   Part 31Part 32Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,535


You immediately began to regret what you had done to Jongdae, panic setting deep into the pit of your stomach as you rushed up the stairs and back along the corridors to Yixing’s room. Minseok already hated you and so there was no way he would hold back in making you suffer when he came for you. You hadn’t comprehended the torture he would put you through when you were mindlessly standing up to Jongdae, but now that you thought about it you were terrified beyond belief.

By the time you had got back to Yixing’s room he was already awake wincing at the pain of the alcohol that was rubbed into his wound you assumed. You set the items you had on the floor beside his bed and looked at him, concerned with how much pain he was in, seeing others suffering had always made you feel uncomfortable for as long as you could remember.

“Did-did you do this?” Yixing pulled a face of discomfort, placing his hand over the covered wound.

“Yeah, I tried disinfecting it. Sorry for the pain.”

“No. It’s okay. Thank you.” He took a deep breath out. You smiled lightly as it was the first time you felt appreciated in this madhouse and it made you feel slightly warm inside. “Why? You could’ve just let me get infected and have me die. After all the shit that’s happened to you in here. I know you hate us all.”

“Because I’m not that kind of person. Besides I don’t hate you all, not you and Baekhyun anyway. Junmyeon is okay too I guess.”

“And Chanyeol?” Yixing turned his head to face you. You rolled your eyes, walking over to the desk where Junmyeon had placed the tea and soup earlier. Picking up the tea you took it over to where Yixing was. “Y/N you can’t ignore Chanyeol forever you know, you have to speak to him at one point.”

“It’s time to stitch you up, hold this.” You ignored him, handing him the cup of tea. You didn’t want to talk about Chanyeol.
You weren’t sure how much of the liquid anaesthetic to put into the cup, so you only put in a few small drops. “Drink this so I can stitch the wound.” You said, pushing the cup towards Yixing’s lips and picking up the needle and thread. He sighed taking the tea from your hands and drank it in one go.

“Have you ever done this before?” He looked at you through worried eyes

“No Yixing. I’m a business woman not a surgeon or an underground mafia nurse.” He rolled his eyes at you and how sarcastic you were being. “If it makes you feel any better I took a textiles module in high school, I have experience stitching and sewing clothes.”

“Yeah, yeah that makes me feel much better.” He stuck out his tongue. “Look Y/N I’m not usually one to brag, but I have a pretty gorgeous torso so if you mess this us up –”

“Shut up and close your eyes.” You pricked him in the arm with your needle, causing him to swear at you.

You waited impatiently for twenty minutes for Yixing to drift off, but he was still wide awake.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” You pouted, getting panicky that someone would walk into Yixing’s room to see how he was doing any moment soon.

“That’s because you didn’t put enough anaesthetic in to knock me out.”

“Well how am I supposed to stitch you up now? Shall I put more in your soup?” You started to get more worried your eyes darting between him and the soup.

“Calm down Y/N I’m awake but I can’t feel anything, you can just go ahead and patch me up. Go and lock the door and try and be quick.” You nodded curtly, walking over to the door to lock it. Returning to your spot you knelt down beside Yixing so you could get started on ‘fixing’ him.
As you began to stitch his body slowly and carefully you realised how toned he was. His chest rising and falling rhythmically in time with his breathing and how smooth his skin felt under your fingertips.
“Wow, it’s pretty straight.” Yixing murmured behind your ear, the realisation that he was watching you intently made you feel nervous and your hands began to shake, but luckily you had just about finished, tying the knot and cutting the thread.

“Finished.” You breathed, hiding all of the things you used in one of Yixing desk draws, leaving the vodka and now-empty bowl under his bed; you’d clean that up another time. You walked over to the door unlocking it.

“Wait.” Yixing dragged the sheets over his body. “You’re leaving straight away? Didn’t you want to talk?”

You shrugged and turned to look at him “About what? How you guys are going to kill me off? No thanks. I’d rather leave the element of surprise there.” You scoffed and turned to face the door.

“No. I mean like normal things. Where’s your favourite place to go? That kind of stuff.”
You turned to face him again, frowning.

“None of that matters if I’m stuck in here. Besides I don’t want to talk.”

“Okay, But I do…” He said trying to sit up so he could get a better view of you. This time you took a step away from the door and walked closer towards him. Sighing he pointed to the edge of the bed, signalling for you to sit there.

“I’m still a human too. It get’s lonely in here, I need someone to talk too.”

“Lonely?” You laughed mockingly “There are 9 of you living in this house, how lonely can it get?”

“It does, you don’t understand. I love the guys with all my heart but there are days when we fall out, when we’re sick and tired of each other. We can’t tell each other everything. I wouldn’t dare telling the boys of when I’m feeling scared and worthless; it would make me seem so small. But you on the other hand, I guess you’re kind of my objective outlet, in fact I bet you any money deep down everyone wants to get something off their chest whilst talking to you. Including Minseok. Plus… I don’t know… I guess it’s just refreshing having a girl around.”

You sat there quietly for a moment and in all honesty a feeling of gratitude and pride began to swell in your chest, you felt honoured even though you were somewhat forced and obliged into doing whatever the boys wanted.

“If we’re going to talk I want some answers. I’m tired of being kept in the dark.” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fine.” Yixing sighed. “What do you want to know?”

You rubbed your chin between your thumb and index finger, thinking of what question out of the many stored in the back of your mind to ask first.

“Okay…” You began. “I want to know exactly who you all are and why you’re doing all of this. Surely you can’t just be doing all of this for fun? i know nothing about you and when I think about it like that it makes it all the more scarier. I don’t even know my closest friend like I thought I did.”

Yixing took a deep breath and began to talk.
“No of course we’re not just doing this for fun Y/N like I said before we have our purpose. We’re all here because we had been wronged in one way or another. Every single one of us has lost a loved one, someone we care about; apart from Chanyeol and that’s why we’re here. That’s why he’s here, to prevent it from happening. Kill or be killed, don’t you agree?” You frowned in confusion, you still didn’t know what Yixing was getting at.
“Obviously you’ve heard of Red’s corporation and The Genesis Corporation right?” You nodded quickly, of course you had, who hadn’t they were huge companies.
“Okay then, so I don’t have to go into depth about what they do. But you know that both are worth billions. Red’s came about first and they were doing very well. What are the two things everyone needs in life? Food and medical supplies, so that’s what they decided to produce. They were making so much money in a matter of years, distributing their stock across the world, but the more they came into demand the more money hungry the founder became, he lessened the quality and started cutting and splicing foods and medicines with toxic and illegal substances to increase his supplies. Hundreds of thousands died at the hands of him all over the globe. Do you remember around 8 years ago when many people began to die due to a tropical disease brought from wherever the news said it was?” Your eyes widened as you nodded, yes you remembered that.
“Well that was a cover a story. Money talks Y/N and the founder of Red’s was able to bribe the authorities into silence, people were dying mercilessly at the hands of impure products but the founder of the company couldn’t be happier because he was raking in billions. His name’s Jay Lee, but you’ll hear us referring to him as Red.” He took a breath and continued on with his story.

“Suddenly a few years after Red Corp, Genesis comes into play. Producing the exact same things as Red only good quality things, things that were pure and not tampered with. During this time the Genesis sales began to increase whilst Red’s sales began to decrease, leaving what I assumed to be a big hole in his pocket. Genesis started up because the founder didn’t believe what Red’s stood for. He founded Genesis because his wife was one of the victims of the toxic substances that Red’s were distributing, so he founded the company in honour of his wife and the many that died at the hand’s of Jay Lee. Many people began to join the Genesis Company, mostly those who’s families had been victims of the scandal too and the company grew in no time. The founder of Genesis was Junmyeon’s grandfather Y/N. He started it up because his wife was killed by the toxic medicines that Red’s were creating. He started it up because of Junmyeon’s grandmother.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you held your breath, you were not expecting that at all. Poor Junmyeon growing up without his Grandmother.

“It doesn’t end there. Don’t cry just yet” Yixing said in a sullen voice. “Those people that joined the Genesis Corporation were each of our family members Y/N we’ve all had a loved one who has died at the hands of Red. Baekhyun’s sister, Jongdae’s aunt. Both of Minseok’s parents…”
You placed your hand over your heart to stop it from shattering to pieces, these men were all broken inside yet they acted as though they were so tough.
“Anyway, Red wasn’t to happy about Genesis obviously and decided to take it into his own hands to bring the corporation down. So that’s when he had his company form an underground gang. Stealing goods from Genesis and rebranding it under his name. It got very… messy. His sales still hadn’t increased so he…he had Junmyeon’s Grandfather killed.” He paused for breath and to stop himself from crying. “So Junmyeon’s father took over the company. He said he’d handle the situation, but no matter what happened we all had to promise to not form an underground gang. Obviously we can’t keep promises very well.” He sighed, looking at you through tired eyes. “Red had Junmyeon’s father killed too. Now Junmyeon’s older brother has inherited the company, but the first thing he did was make an underground mafia, which is us, and I don’t blame him. He also did it to keep Junmyeon safe, and I know it seems ironic that to keep his brother safe he’d make him the leader of whatever fucked up squad we are, but it really was the only way to keep him away from the worst of it. So I guess he’s fighting to keep his brother safe whilst we’re fighting to keep our loved ones who work for Genesis safe and I guess you could argue that we’re fighting to keep producing good products for the world to use.”
You were silent for a moment, you didn’t know how to feel, they were monsters with a cause and you weren’t sure if that made the situation better.

“How is Chanyeol involved in all of this?” You asked. You didn’t recall him telling you of a family member that had died.

“Do you remember 4 years ago Chanyeol’s dad got a new job?” Yixing asked, you nodded, you remembered the day Chanyeol had told you that, you were both snuggled under a blanket on the sofa watching an animated film, you also remembered the week after he himself had got a job, but he never really told you what it was about. “Well, that new job was at Genesis. None of his family had died he didn’t join for justice I think he was just purely unlucky at landing a job at what he didn’t know was a war zone. Chanyeol joined us to make sure he could keep his dad safe. The crazy part about all of this is that his dad doesn’t even know that he’s part of this underground team.” Yixing shifted a little trying to get himself into a comfortable spot, his speech was slowing and you could see he was beginning to feel tired. “Somewhere in the midst of all of this we stopped fighting for a cause, now we fight for revenge and out of hatred. Now we’re just programmed to kill and we can’t stop ourselves, our loved ones would be so ashamed, I can just feel it. This is why we’re all trying to keep Sehun as far away from it all as possible, we need to protect his sanity, even if the rest of us are mad…but I feel like he’s slowly slipping away, no thanks to Minseok.”

You felt empty after everything Yixing had told you. And even after you knew why Chanyeol was doing this you still couldn’t help but feel anger towards him and you didn’t know why. Yixing let out a yawn and slowly stretched his arms out. You rose from the bed covering him properly with the sheets and walking towards the door.

“You should get some sleep Yixing. I’ll check on you later. Goodnight” 

“You promise you’ll check on me?” His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop, and it was at this point you realised that these men just wanted to be loved like anyone else did. They wanted to be valued and told everything would be okay. Maybe it was time to change your approach to them and tend to their needs more, maybe they weren’t as bad as you initially thought. They were monsters. Just not heartless ones.

“I promise.” You whispered turning off the light and closing the door behind you.

dammit amatus

(Trespasser DLC Content - Fireworks Minigame)

Dorian: Hurry, Amatus! We have to get Solas to fix your arm! QUICKLY!

Pixy: Just hold on, I’m a bit busy here.

Dorian: What in Andraste’s name are you talking about Amatus?!

Dorian: Amatus, this is NO time to play with the bloody FIREWORKS!

Pixy: No wait, just a little more! If I can beat the high score, I’ll get the best prize of all!

Dorian: Amatus, YOUR ARM.

Pixy: Holy shit, about time. That literally took forever and a half.

Dorian: Amatus. What.

Pixy: Here you go, Bull.  One Dawnstone Chromatic Greatsword, in exchange for your unending loyalty and renouncement of the Qun.  It will make your enemies shit rainbows.

Bull: Boss, you are the best!

Dorian: AMATUS.

Confined


Prompt:
Hi :3 Could you do a peter x reader where they’re friends (with a crush on each other) and during a mission they have to hide in a very small place (like a closet) and they get embarrassed because of ehm “reactions”? Thank you, love you!

Requested By: @sygin

Editor: @fetus-twink-howell

Warning(s): Swearing, Sexual references

A/N: Sorry this took so long!


  You’d known from the start that this wouldn’t end well. You’d told them it wouldn’t end well, but did anyone listen to you? No. And now here you were, being dragged along by Peter, because of course the whole thing went to shit. Oh, how you would love to say ‘I told you so,’ but you were a little busy trying to get away from the people chasing you.

  The smooth metal walls of the base seemed to stretch on forever as the two of you ran, and your footsteps seemed to echo so loudly that you were fairly certain someone miles away could hear them. You knew the two of you had to get out - these people were ruthless, killing without hesitation - but the two of you were in the heart of their base, and you were worried that there might not be a way out.

  Peter rounded another sharp corner, his grip on your hand tightening as he sped up, his eyes searching for somewhere, anywhere to hide. You were almost to the end of the hallway when Peter skidded to a stop, causing you to slam into his back, sending you reeling.

“What the fuck, Peter, we need to-” He cut you off with a glance, darting to your right and ripping open a door you hadn’t noticed, possibly because it was so well camouflaged with the walls. He pulled you into the closet, barely giving you time to brace yourself before you were jammed awkwardly against the walls, Peter pressed close to you. You held your breath, trying to calm your heart rate.

“So… do you like jazz music?”

“Peter, what the hell?” You whispered, eyes adjusting just enough to see the outline of his face. He shrugged - as well as one could shrug when pressed against someone else in a small closet - and grinned. You could see the white of his teeth even in the darkness, and vaguely wondered how they were still that white despite all the junk food Peter ate.

  Suddenly, something became blaring obvious to you. You were standing pressed against the wall in a small closet. Flushed against Peter. Your crush. You were glad for the near-pitch darkness; you knew from the heat rising up to your face that you were blushing deeply. You squirm slightly, the close confines jumbled with your feelings for Peter making you uncomfortable.

“What can I say, live by the memes, get stuck in a cramped closet by the memes.” You snorted, and by the way you heard Peter shift, you could imagine he looked affronted. “You dare question my loyalty to memes?” You hold back a laugh, shaking your head as best you can.

“Pete, that meme is ancient.”

“The older, the danker.”

“I swear, Peter…”

What? What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do, idiot.”

“Well you, for starters.” He was grinning smugly. You knew he was grinning smugly. You didn’t need to see to know that.

PETER!” Suddenly you felt his hand press against your mouth, and you felt him lean forward to keep your mouth closed from the pressure.

“Y/N, you’re loud as fuck and I’d very much like to live.” You grumbled in response, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. You couldn’t have been that loud. Besides, it was his fault. Mostly. You took a deep breath, reaching to move Peter’s hand away from your mouth.

“I’ll be as loud as I damn well please,” you said, but you kept your voice low nonetheless. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and you could make out Peter’s features fairly well. Which also meant you could see, as well as feel, how close the two of you were. Damn feelings. You knew this was not the time to be wondering if his dark eyes were fixated on your face, or what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms, but your close proximity had caused your mind to wander, despite the circumstances.

  As if the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the base began to shake abruptly, the thundering BOOM of an explosion rocking the ground and causing the two of you to fall onto one another. The next thing you knew, you were both positioned awkwardly, your legs straddling each other as you tried to catch yourselves. You gripped his shirt to steady yourself as yet another tremor shook the base, knowing that if you fell you’d likely be stuck in that position until the two of you were able to make your escape.

  When the tremors finally stopped, neither of you moved, too afraid to disentangle yourselves. You weren’t sure that, even had you wanted to move, you would have been able to. Your fingers were locked into place, tangled in Peter’s shirt.

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, almost trembling.

“Hm?” You trained your eyes on his face, trying to read his expression in the darkness.

“You might want to… back away.” You glanced around, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Peter, how the fuck am I supposed to back away in this cramped closet?” He looked at you almost pleadingly, and something in your brain clicks. Oh. Heat rushes into your face, embarrassment flooding through you. You were positive that if you could truly see Peter, he would be flushed too.

  The rush of embarrassment did not, however, stop you from giving up what you considered a prime opportunity to tease Peter. So, instead of backing away, you leaned into him.

“Something wrong, Pete?” Your voice was sickeningly innocent.

“Pffft no! Of course nothing’s wrong! Why would something be wrong?” You could swear his voice raised an octave, and resisted the urge to giggle. “Is it hot in here? It’s hot right? Because this is a small closet? Right?!” You shake your head slightly, wrapping your arms around Pete’s neck.

“No, it’s pretty cold in here, actually. I wish I could warm up,” you purred, eyes fixated on Peter’s face. He was looking anywhere but at you.

“Y/N, shut up. You know what you’re doing, and it’s not fair.”

Of course I know what I’m doing. I’m hugging my best friend.”

Y/N, for fUCKS SA-” He doesn’t finish, you don’t give him a chance to. You press your lips to his, tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands find your lower back, pressing you closer to him. You were a tangle of limbs and unchecked lust; your bodies pressed so closely together that the small confines of the closet seemed large. Hands roamed and lips parted, neither of you giving another thought to your original reason for being in the closet.

Then, the door opened, but the two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice that Scott was standing in the small doorway of the closet, arms crossed.

“You know,” his voice rang loud and clear, startling the two of you and causing you to spring apart. This, of course, only resulted on the two of you falling all over each other within the close confines. “It doesn’t look like you two need much of a rescue so much as a chaperone.” You glance at Peter, both of your faces red in embarrassment. Scott rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Come on you two. And Peter, you might want to…”

“Five more minutes and it wouldn’t have been a problem anymore,” Peter mutters, smirking at you.

Peter Maximoff!

Running Lines ~ Harrison Imagine~

Summary: you need help running our lines for a movie

requested: no but there needs to be more imagines about my man

note: lol i said i was going to do this a while ago and this has actually been written for like a week but i just started schools and i also wrote for other fandoms so i’m busyyyy


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“AND CUT! Good job everyone, let’s move to the outdoor scene, so go ahead and take a 30 minute break” Our director yells and informs us. See i’m the female lead in this new movie. I costar with Tom Holland, he’s incredible and we’ve actually began to be friends.

“Hey y/n, did you want to run some lines for a little bit and then hang out with me and Haz in my trailer?” Tom asks as he’s walking up to me.

“Oh yeah just let me grab my phone form my trailer.” Tom nods and I walk off. I get into my trailer and start looking for my phone. I search everywhere before I finally find it. I go to Toms trailer and walk up to the door. I hear voices before I knock.

“Really Tom? You couldn’t have just went to her trailer?” That was Harrison’s voice. Harrison was Toms bestfriend and assistant, they spent all their time together and it was adorable. I’ve always had a crush on Harrison but he doesn’t seem to like me, at all

“Please be nice Haz, I don’t even see why you don’t like her, she’s lovely” Tom says.

“She gets on my nerves, she walks around set thinking she’s all this and all that when she’s not-” I couldn’t take anymore so I decided to knock on the door.

“come in” Tom yells.

“Hey, sorry I took forever, I couldn’t find my phone for the life of me” I say laughing.

“Hello Harrison, I haven’t seen you all day” I smile in his direction.

“Well no shit, i’ve been in here all day, we can’t all be lead roles like you y/n, some of us have to be assistants” He rolls his eyes and sits on the couch.

I look down at the floor before looking up at Tom and put on a fake smile.

Me and Tom walk over to a small table in the room.

“Okay do you want to work on the next scene or do you wanna practice something you have trouble with?”

“Well i’m actually having trouble with the next scene, i just feel like i’m not bringing the right emotion you know?” I say flipping through our script.

“Alright perfect. Ok so do you wanna start?” He says smiling. I nod and move my hair behind my ear.

“Could you quit walking so fast, for just one second Daniel?”

“Learn to keep up, Lacy. Not everyone here can just accommodate to your every need and cry.” Tom says using his American accent.

“WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO MEAN TO ME?” I fake shout almost whining.

“That was good y/n. Oh, Haz could you please read my lines with y/n. I just remembered I had to go meet with Taylor.” Taylor was one of the other lead roles. He was playing Toms bestfriend.

My eyes widen and I watch as tom moves through the room quickly grabbing paper work before shouting bye and slamming the trailer door.

“Fucks sake. Just read that line again and we can go from there.” Harrison says plopping into the chair across from me.

“WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME” I shout standing up so I can really get into character.

“EVERYONE IN THE WORLD CANT TREAT YOU LIKE THE PRINCESS YOU THINK YOU ARE. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD” Harrison stands with me.

“No there’s something else so what is it? I have done nothing but try my very best to please you. I work hard just like you do and I have been nothing but nice to you. Why do you hate me Daniel and tell the truth” I take a step closer to Harrison. His jaw his clenched and I can tell he’s actually a really good actor.

“Because you’re perfect. You have beautiful hair, and a gorgeous smile and your laugh is heavenly. Don’t even get me started on the fact that you listen to the same music as me. Our humor sense is the same, we love the same movies and the same video games. You’re like my version of a dream girl and I could never have you because you’re so far out of my league. I hate you because I want you and you’re too stuck up your boyfriends ass to see that, to see me.” Harrison steps even closer to me. His eyes actually looked pained he’s definitely playing the role. Then it hit me. He’s not playing and neither am I. This is me and Harrison working out our problems.

“He’s not my boyfriend. I would never date him when I’ve got you, right here.”

“You want to date me? Why?”

“The same reason you want to date me. You’re perfect. I’ve liked you since the day I met you but, you were always so mean I thought I’d never have a chance”

“Is this the part where we kiss?” Harrison says.

“What? that’s not in the script. Harrison you have to follow the script or else I’ll get confused and kissing is not-” I’m cut off by Harrison’s lips pressing against mine. I drop my script and move my hands to the back of his head. I have to stand on my tip toes to reach his lips.

I pull apart and look into his eyes.

“Did you mean it?” I said playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Of course I did. I want to be with you. I’m sorry I was so rude all the time. You’re far too perfect to be treated like that” He says kissing me again. We make out for a while just standing there when we heard the door open. We jump apart quickly.

“What are you guys doing?” Tom asks looking at the scripts on the ground.

“I got my girl” Harrison says pulling me by the waist and kissing me again.

“NO STOP THAT. None of that in my trailer. Go make babies in y/ns trailer” Tom says sitting on the couch. We laugh at him and join him, me in Harrison’s lap.

Hug 5.0

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Stiles had known that getting involved with the supernatural would lead to a lot of dangerous situations. What he hadn’t counted on, was having a gun pointed at his head. And his dad getting hurt.

Those two things were supposed to not happen, ever, and yet here we were. Someone had pointed a gun hat his head, and someone had hurt his dad.

There was nothing Stiles could do about that but freak out. And that he did.

Though, to give himself some credit, he waited with that until he reached the train station. It was always better to freak out when he had Derek to hug.

But when Stiles entered the train station and found Derek slumped against the side of one of the train cars he knew that it wouldn’t be this easy.

“What happened?” Stiles immediately asked and Derek raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t actually move or say something.

“You have this face,” Stiles told him and pointed at Derek. “This face that tells me something happened. Something you didn’t tell me when we were all paralyzed over each other. Something you’re not happy with. Which means I won’t be happy with it either. So you better spill it now so I can add it to my growing list of reasons to freak out right now, so I can get it all done in one,” Stiles rambled while Derek just quietly watched him.

Stiles paced in front of Derek, waiting for him to speak, but when nothing happened Stiles threw his hands in the air.

“Okay, fine. I’ll give you the list so you can add to it, okay? Okay. So, you ever had a gun pointed at your head? I mean, of course you have, you’re you, guns are constantly pointed at you, but it was kind of a novel experience for me, and I can’t say I particularly enjoyed it, you know. Too stressful for my taste. Especially if the gun is held by an unstable teen who already killed a bunch of people. By proxy, sure, since he had Jackson do it, but you get my point.”

Stiles darted a quick glance to Derek, but he was still watching him silently, so Stiles went right on.

“And then, the threatening of my dad. Because my dad was there, being the sheriff at the sheriff’s station and all. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt, that’s the whole reason he doesn’t know about this shit yet, and yet here we are. One hurt sheriff, coming right up. And don’t even get me started on the fact that the bastard shot my best friend, terrorized my kind-of-mother, and had me paralyzed yet again.” Stiles took a deep breath. “It has been a stellar day, full of terror and death threats and injuries and horror. If you want to add anything to it, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Peter is alive,” Derek quietly said and Stiles dropped onto the floor right where he stood.

“What,” Stiles barely managed to choke out, flashbacks of Peter coming for Lydia, Peter offering him the bite, Peter burning by his own hand flooding his brain.

“Inflection,” Derek softly chastised him and that startled a laugh out of Stiles.

“A joke. Of course you would joke now, of all times.”

“It’s been a long day,” Derek gave back as if that excused him suddenly making jokes.

“No kidding,” Stiles gave back. “But seriously. What. What the fuck do you mean Peter is alive?”

“I don’t know what happened. I was chaining up Erica, Boyd and Isaac and suddenly Lydia was there. She blew something in my face and when I came to she was dragging me to Peter’s grave. She did something. When I woke up she was gone. And so was Peter. Deaton said she most likely revived him.”

“Lydia. Revived him. Peter. Who bit her and terrorized her.”

“It seems like it,” Derek said with a small nod and Stiles started to laugh for real now.

He was aware that there was more than just the hint of hysteria to it, but he couldn’t care less.

When he stopped laughing he was lying flat on his back, hands pressed into his eyes. He really had no idea how to deal with this mess.

“Come here,” Derek gruffly said and when Stiles took his hands away he could see that Derek held a hand out for him.

Stiles clambered to his feet, rushing over to Derek before he plopped himself down into Derek’s lap. If Stiles wasn’t acutely aware of how bad everything was right now, Derek’s lack of protest would have been hint enough for him.

But since everything was very bad, no good at all, Derek just rearranged him until Stiles sat sideways in Derek’s lap, forehead resting against Derek’s chin, and arms wrapped around his middle, while Derek held him just as tightly.

“Are you okay?” Stiles carefully asked after some time.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel,” Derek admitted. “He’s the only family I have left. Because he killed my sister, he’s the only one I have left. I don’t know…. I don’t…” Derek almost choked on his words and Stiles rearranged them so he could properly hug Derek.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. We always do,” Stiles tried to reassure him.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked instead of acknowledging Stiles’ admittedly weak statement.

“My head is still where it’s supposed to be. My dad is fine. Ish. All is dandy and great,” Stiles cheerfully replied and Derek huffed.

“Liar,” he said and Stiles sighed.

“You’re not supposed to call me out on it like that,” he snarked and he could practically feel Derek roll his eyes.

“I’m better now,” Stiles admitted after some time. “I don’t know why, cause nothing is resolved, it’s still a big old mess, but this helps. Somehow this really helps,” he quietly told Derek, holding his breath in case Derek disagreed and told him to get up and leave right now.

But instead Derek said “It really does,” before he pulled Stiles closer and hooked his chin over his shoulder, apparently unwilling to let go of Stiles any time soon. Stiles could work with that.

Hug 6.0

Eventually

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is in love with him (they are best friends). She feels he’ll never reciprocate those feelings, so she makes the decision to resign from the BAU. I changed the next part of the request a little bit, instead of writing a letter and giving it to him, she makes up an excuse for leaving, and then Spencer finds a letter of some sort in her empty desk, which leads to the real reason why she left. @coveofmemories

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After three years of this, you realized you couldn’t do it anymore. When you first started at the BAU, you’d immediately become close with everyone, especially Spencer. For a year and a half or so, all you felt for Spencer was platonic love, and then one weekend, early last year, you’d come down with a horrible case of the flu; every day after work, Spencer came over and took care of you. He did your laundry and dishes, and even brought you your favorite chicken soup from the diner down the street. Since then, your feelings changed. 

You thought about him all the time. Running your fingers through his hair. Kissing his soft pink lips. Caressing his cheek. Thoughts of him wouldn’t leave your mind and you knew he’d never reciprocate those feelings. Originally, you tried to deal with them, push them away and hoping they disappeared, but they’d persisted, and you couldn’t take the pain of knowing he’d never feel the same way anymore - at least while you were around him every day. You needed a fresh start.

The department was always at risk of having their funds cut and you were the newest edition to the team. On top of that, with your Ph.D. in microbiology and immunology and your age, you were sought after to teach - specifically by George Washington University. For nearly a year, they had been asking you to head the microbiology and immunology department, as well as their Ph.D. program, but because you did love your job, and were holding out hope in regards to Spencer’s feelings, you hadn’t accepted the position.

Now you wanted to. After calling the department to ask if they still wanted to offer you that position, you strode into Hotch’s office to give him your letter of resignation. “What’s this?” Hotch asked, staring at the letter in confusion.

Doing your best to make it seem like this wasn’t killing you inside, you spoke. “It’s a letter of resignation, Hotch.”

“Is there something wrong?” he wondered. Hotch was normally not one to show emotion, but he seemed saddened by the thought of you leaving. You didn’t want to leave; you loved your job and the family you’d made, but you couldn’t be in the same room with Spencer anymore without your heart breaking. 

On the fly, you came up with a quick excuse for the letter. “Well, you know the department has been threatened with cutbacks for at least a year now, and for the last year I’ve been getting offered the position of Head of the Department of Microbiology and Immunology at George Washington University. My grandparents are getting sick now and my parents aren’t able to take care of everything by themselves, so I figured if I had more regulated hours, I would be able to help them out.” It seemed like a good reason for leaving. Hotch didn’t totally buy it, but he acquiesced. 

“You always have family here, Y/N,” he said, placing the letter on a stack of papers you know he’d been putting off looking at for ages. “I hope you know that.”

Before you turned to leave, you nodded, attempting to stifle the need to cry. This was not what you wanted, but right now, it’s what you needed. “I know, Hotch,” you replied. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it between the two of us until the last possible moment. It’s not easy for me, but I need to do this right now.”

“Our little secret for the next two weeks,” he said sadly. With that, you left for the day. When you closed the door to your car, you sobbed uncontrollably, pulling out of the parking lot as quickly as possible so no one would see your despair.

Over the course of the next two weeks, you acted as if nothing had changed, using your skills of deception to put on a happy face, even though you were anything but. The day before you left, Hotch made the announcement. “Everyone,” he started, “Today is going to be Y/N’s last day. She’s been offered the role of Head of the Department of Microbiology and Immunology at George Washington University.”

“You’re leaving?” Garcia asked with tears in her eyes. “Why?”

As your eyes scanned the room, your own tears started to form, so you made them work to your advantage. Everyone around you was tearing, and as your eyes turned toward Spencer you noticed his devastation. 

“I’ve been getting offers for this position for the last year and it has more steady hours. My grandparents are all getting sick and my parents aren’t able to handle all of their medical care themselves, so I figured a steadier job would allow me to help them.” That seemed to be enough for most everyone, although you could see that Rossi and Spencer weren’t exactly buying it.

This was the fresh start you needed. It hurt. But you’d get passed it - eventually. 

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When Spencer walked into the bullpen the day after Y/N’s departure, he looked at her empty desk - standing in the middle of the room for nearly ten minutes in a stupor. “I can’t believe she’s gone,” Morgan said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder as he arrived for the morning. 

“Me either,” Spencer sighed, walking toward her desk and sitting in her chair. “She’s my best friend. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me.” He noticed his lips started to quiver as he thought about how much he’d miss seeing her every day. “Why wouldn’t she tell me?” he asked Morgan.

“You saw how she was yesterday. It seemed like a tough decision. But it also seemed like she needed to make it. You know Y/N, she’s no fuss,” he said. “She probably didn’t want all of the attention.”

Spencer understood, but it still hurt. Over the last three years, they’d become incredibly close. She was without a doubt his best friend in the world. Morgan walked past her desk to his own, getting started for the morning, as Spencer sat there numbly, wondering what he was supposed to do. It was like he didn’t know how to function. 

Just yesterday, her desk was filled with papers, pictures of her family, pictures of the team, figurines and paperweights. There was even a picture of the two of them dressed up at last year’s local Comic Con. Now everything was gone. He rifled through the drawers, wondering - maybe hoping - that something would pop up; something that might explain why she’d quit so abruptly. If her excuse was truly the reason she left, he understood, but it seemed like she was hiding something. Most of his assumptions weren’t good.

Each of the drawers came up empty until the bottom left one. The only thing left was a notepad. Months ago, Y/N had confided in him that her therapist suggested writing letters to everyone she loved as a way to say things that she couldn’t say out loud. The exercise had started because of her somewhat strained relationship with her father, but when he looked down at the notepad, he saw that she’d written a letter to everyone. The two pages that had been ripped off were probably the letters she’d written to her parents, but when he flipped through the pages he saw everyone’s names - JJ, Emily, Penelope, Derek, Hotch, Rossi, and his name, what only she and JJ called him, Spence.

As he looked around the room, he wondered whether or not he should be reading this. It was something that was suggested by a therapist, but she had left it here and he desperately wanted to see if his suspicions of a deeper reason for leaving rang true. Almost 20 minutes had passed and the rest of the team was in, so he took the notepad and went to his desk, burying his head in the paper while he sipped at his coffee.

Spence,

Have we really been friends for three years? It seems like we’ve known each other forever. I’ve never known anyone else that gets me like you do and I can’t even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. Well, my therapist’s instructions were to write down everything you felt about a person with no filter, so here it goes. I’ll probably never give you this letter because I’m too much of a chicken shit, but, remember when I was sick last year and you came over every day? Since then, something has changed in the way I feel about you. Where once it was going to a Comic Con or a foreign film on the weekends, I now find myself thinking about being with you. I don’t know why my feelings changed or how, but they did - and I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to tell you, especially because I doubt you feel the same way…

That felt really good to write down.

Love Always,

Y/N

At the bottom of the paper, she had written a note to tell her therapist how cleansing an activity the note had been. 

When Spencer looked up from the paper, he wondered. Did she leave because of him? He didn’t want to assume that, but given how recently she’d written the letter - about three weeks prior - he couldn’t help but feel like there was some connection. Why didn’t she tell him? What made her think that he had no feelings for her? The only reason he’d never said anything was because he assumed she didn’t like him like that and didn’t want to put the friendship at risk. 

If she left because of him, he needed her to know the truth. If she had actually left because of family troubles, he needed her to know anyway. He had to see her. 

6

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Summer Storm - Chapter 16 Who I am, Who I was

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Ugh, this chapter killed me….it was hard to write cause I wanted to get it right and I must have rearranged and rewrote some things like 5 times…..I hope it makes sense and I feel I did it all in the right order…its also a bit shorter but I wanted the chapter to be just about them…… Enjoy!!!

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It was 3:00am and Betty lay on the bed of their hotel room, watching the city in the large windows along the wall.  The only light in the room came from the lights of the city itself.  It really was a beautiful place and it seemed to come alive even more at night.  She wished she could enjoy it, but instead she lay almost numb, feeling more terrified and anxious than she knew was possible.  She hadn’t slept a wink and she figured the only way sleep would come is if she passed out directly because her fear kept her wide awake.  Jughead had been gone for 9 hours and she was literally watching the minutes tick by on the wall clock when she wasn’t staring out the window.

She had tried taking a bath but the water had been suffocating.  Now she just lay on the bed, in his t-shirt and pj pants and just tried to breathe.  It hurt even doing that.  She had cried for hours and her eyes burned and felt dry.  She missed him.  Dear God, she missed him.  

She startled suddenly when she heard a noise at the door.  She thought she imagined it and slowly sat up, not daring to breathe.  There it was again, the distinct sound of a key card clicking open the lock.  She scrambled off the bed as the door opened and he stumbled in.  

“Juggie?” she gasped and rushed over to him as he slumped, half bent over against the wall.  He was struggling and he gave a moan of pain and she quickly wrapped her arm around his waist and he sagged against her as she helped him over to the bed.  

“Chair,” he said, his voice hoarse and she changed directions and moved him to the chair by the window.  He fell into it and the city lights moved across his face and she gasped.  She turned quickly and turned on a lamp and when she turned back, she couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her lips.

“Oh my God, Jughead!  What happened to you?” she gasped, as she fell to her knees in front of him.  She lifted a shaking hand and touched his face, his beautiful face.  His one eye was not quite swollen shut but pretty close and there were multiply lacerations on his face that left streaks of blood.  The corner of his mouth was bleeding and there was a cut on his neck that had stained his collar with blood.  One side of his face looked like it had been scraped with something, with lines of tiny lacerations running from hairline to chin.

“Jughead talk to me,” she said, tears running down her face.  He lifted his eyes and they were filled with pain.  

“I’m ok,” he whispered.

“No, you’re not fucking ok,” she said angrily.  “What the fuck did they do to you?  Why did they do this?”  He was struggling to get his jacket off and she helped him, noting he was pressing his hand over his abdomen. She looked closer and saw his shirt was soaked with blood.

“Jesus,” she gasped as he let go briefly to shrug his jacket off.  She reached for his shirt and he sat back and shook his head.

“Just, please wait,” he said in small gasps.  

“Where are you bleeding from?” she cried.  She threw his jacket down and looked at it confused.  It had all the patches ripped off and looked quite strange.  She turned back to his shirt and he was clutching his hand to it again and wouldn’t let her move it to see what the injury was.

“I need….first…..,” he winced and took a deep breath.  “I need to say something first,” he whispered.  She nodded and sat back on her heels in front of him.  “Could I get some water first,” He asked.  Betty rushed to get him a bottled water and he drank half of it before he stopped.

“What happened Juggie? Was anyone else hurt?” she asked tearfully.  He shook his head and closed his eyes for a minute.  “We need to get you cleaned up,” she insisted, reaching again for his hand.  He grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“I need to tell you something first,” he said, his voice filled with anguish.  She bit her lip, sitting back again.

“Jughead, you need help, let me call an ambulance.  Were you shot?”

“No, Betty….it’s ok, I think the bleeding stopped already.  I don’t need an ambulance.  Just let me….I need to say some things, please let me.”

“Juggie…,” she began but he talked over her.

“I lied to you Betty.  The things I’ve done, the things I wanted to do….”

“Juggie, I don’t care, that’s your past and I don’t care,” she insisted firmly.  He shook his head, and winced at the pain it cause him.  She got up and walked over to their bags.  She came back with some pain killers.  He gratefully swallowed a couple and took a deep breath.

“I care and I need you to know.  I need you to know what kind of man I am Betty,” he said, his voice wavering.

“It doesn’t matter.  Can we clean you up first?  I’m freaking out a little and I need to know how bad you’re hurt.”

“It does matter Betty, please, let me tell it all to you, I just need you to know who I am.  I promise I’m not hurt bad enough that it can’t wait.  Please……” Jughead insisted, his eyes suddenly filling with tears.

“Ok,” she whispered.  He began to talk then, haltingly at first, starting the night his mother died.  In a tortured, broken voice, Jughead told her about his life and all that had transpired since that night and because of that night.  Some of what he told her was awful and some of it made her look away as she cried.  She held his hand through the parts where he struggled with the telling.  He paused many times, having to take deep breaths as he waited for the pain killers to kick in. She doesn’t know how long it took, but she didn’t interrupt and he didn’t stop or waver as he bared his soul and his sins.  

“I have lived and chased darkness for so long Betty, and I did so many things that I wish with all my heart I had never done and I can’t do anything to take it back.  I am broken and stained and I don’t deserve anything from anyone, especially from you.  I stopped running tonight Betts and I stopped fighting because all I could think about was you and the love you give me so freely and willingly and I knew it wasn’t fair to you until you knew the whole truth about me.  I am terrified that you won’t look at me the same anymore because I don’t know if I can survive without you Betty, but I knew I couldn’t continue until you knew who I am.”  

Betty felt her tears fall down her face and she watched as his own mixed in with the dried blood on his cheeks, making a bigger mess on his face than was already there.  She lifted her hand and touched his heart over his shirt, her eyes looking into his.

“It’s not who you are Juggie, it’s who you were,” she whispered.  He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath.  She lifted up on her knees and pulled his forehead down to hers.  “You are not that man anymore,” she insisted.  He breathed her in for a moment and pulled back.  His eyes were haunted and anxious and glittered with fresh tears.

“I need you to forgive me Betty,” he begged.

“Juggie, you don’t need to….”

“Please,” he whispered hoarsely.  “Please forgive me.”  

“I forgive you, Juggie,” she cried.  “I forgive you.”  His head fell on her shoulder and Jughead Jones, the man who had never let himself grieve, cried for everything he had lost and everything he had done.  Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him, crying with him as he released all the demons he had carried around for all those dark years.  Long moments later, when he was done and taking deep shuddering breathes, she eased him back against the chair and put her hand over his on top of his shirt.

“Let me see, please,” she whispered.  He nodded and when she tried to lift the shirt he gasped and stopped her hand.  

“Do you have anything to cut down the middle?”  She nodded and ran to her bags and got a multi-tool that she carried in her purse.  It had a tiny pair of scissors but they were sharp and cut easily through the material.  “It’s stuck to the cuts, be careful,” he said, his voice pained.  Betty nodded and bit her lip as she slowly pulled the blood soaked material back.  

“Jesus Christ!” she gasped, her eyes filling with tears again.  He was watching her, his eyes wounded.  “What the fuck?  Why did they do this?” she cried furiously.  There was a cut through the body of the snake, just below the head and an ‘X’ carved through the head.  

“To kill a snake, you cut off its head,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked furiously.  “I don’t know what the fuck that means!”

“I told them I was no longer a serpant.  He made it symbolic cause he didn’t want me to forget,” Jughead explained in a broken whisper.

“No, they can’t do this.  We can’t let them get away with this Jughead,” she said, her voice filled with sorrow.  Jughead shook his head and took her hands.

“It’s ok love, I don’t care.  I don’t care about any of that shit anymore.  All I want or care about is right here.  Don’t you see?  None of it matters anymore, as long as I still get to have you.  I look in your eyes and I see forever and if you’ll still have me, I want to give you forever,” Jughead said, his voice low and serious.

“Of course I’ll still have you, I love you so much Juggie,” she whispered.  “But I still think you need to do something about this, don’t you want…,”  her voice trailed off.

“Revenge?  There isn’t any point because it never ends.  I left my serpent past in that clubhouse tonight, Betty, I don’t want anything to do with it anymore.  There is only one thing I want to do and it has nothing to do with Cutter or his gang.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to go home and make babies with you, Betty Cooper.”  She stared at him and a quivering smile spread across her face, replacing the anger.

“A whole fuck load?” she asked, more tears falling on her cheeks.

“As many as you want,” he said smiling for the first time that night.  He grimaced when the action made his lacerations pull and bleed a little.  Betty leaned in placed a tiny kiss on his lips and he pulled away almost immediately.

“Let’s clean me up first, I’ve been spitting blood all night and I’m pretty sure I’m not kissable right now,” he said with a sigh.  “Can you help me with this?” he asked, looking down at his stomach and wincing.  

“I don’t know, I think you might need stitches, Juggie.  I don’t know if stitch bandages will help here.  Can you get into the washroom?  I need to clean you up and it will be easier if you sat in there.”  He nodded and struggled to stand, gasping and holding a hand over his wounds.  

“We can stay here,” she said quickly and he shook his head and managed to stand.  

“I got up here, I’m sure I can make it to the bathroom,” he said with a sigh.

“How the hell did you get up here?” she asked, helping him walk.

“It’s not bad once I’m moving.”  They got to bathroom and she peeled off the rest of his shirt.  Bruises littered his side and abdomen and she gritted her teeth in anger.  

“I need you to sit on the counter.  I don’t think a shower is a good idea, it will make your cuts bleed too much.  I’ll clean you up and see how bad it really is.  For the record, if I see this guy, I’m going to fucking kill him,” Betty said angrily.  Jughead smiled a little at that.  She looked fierce enough to do it too.  She went back into the other room and got a couple little bottles of vodka out of the mini bar and came back with them.

“Rinse with these.  It will clean the blood out of your mouth and clean out any cuts you may have on the inside. “ He did as she asked and winced at the burns he felt on his gums and inside his cheek.  He rinsed and spit several times and was amazed at how much better his mouth felt after he was done.  She opened the second one and handed it to him.  “Drink, you’ll feel better.”  He downed the shot and let it burn its way down to his stomach.  She reached for a cloth and he stopped her, his hand on her face.

“I wouldn’t mind that kiss now,” he said softly and she quickly pressed her mouth to his.  He kissed her slowly, carefully, just needing to feel her mouth on his.  He pulled away and she whimpered in protest and he smiled slightly.  She gave herself a little shake and remembered she had to help him.

Jughead sat still as Betty wet a cloth and slowly, gently cleaned his face.  Once the blood was cleaned up she saw how bruised his face was and she touched it with trembling fingers.  

“They hit you a lot?” she asked quietly.

“Some,” he said softly, watching her face.  She looked at him like she didn’t believe him.  

“What’s this from?”  She asked as she touched the tiny lacerations that marked his face on one side.  

“My head hit the floor when someone kicked my chair over.”  She said nothing but she looked furious.  She ran her hand down his arm and picked up his hand.  She saw the marks on his wrists.  

“You were tied up?”

“Yes.  I got there and I walked in like an idiot and got my ass knocked out with the butt end of a gun.”  She gasped at that.

“You got knocked out??  Dammit, you’re going to have fucking brain damage soon with all this trauma to your head!”  She cried out furiously.

“I can still think pretty good,” he said with a smile.  Betty frowned and put stitch bandaids she found in the first aid kit on a couple of the cuts on his face.  She cleaned off his neck and saw it was only a small nick that didn’t need a stitch.

She rinsed out the cloth and tried not to cry at the blood that ran down the drain.  She started on his abdomen next.  She got him to lift himself for a minute and pulled his jeans off and cleaned up the blood that stained his skin.  Once she had it clean she looked again at the cuts.  They were clean and surprisingly narrow.  She had to admit he hadn’t butchered Jughead’s skin and the scars wouldn’t be too awful.  She was angry though, she had loved that tattoo and the wide open mouth and fangs of the head had been her favorite part.  It was dangerous and sexy and now it was destroyed.  She used stitch bandages and was happy to see they pulled the skin together enough that he wouldn’t need to get real stitches.  Her fingers trembled as she gently touched the wounds.

“Hey,” Jughead said softly and she lifted her tear brimmed eyes to his.  “It will be ok.”

“I’m so angry Juggie.  Why did they have to do this?”

“I’m glad they did.”

“What? How can you say that?  They hurt you Juggie,” she said, her tears spilling over.

“I couldn’t get away from my past until I faced it and i felt like I was hanging on by a thread.  I’ve been fighting this war inside me for so long Betty, I still cant believe the person I once was, before I met you.  I was trying to change but I couldn’t seem to work through my flaws.  I had nobody to help me and then there was you.  You saw underneath and through all my scars and all my pain and you saved me from losing myself.  That place where I wouldn’t have been able to come back from.  If you hadn’t been here with me, I’d be dead right now,“ Jughead said quietly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her chin trembling.

“While Cutter was doing what he was doing, he had pulled up your picture on my phone and it was laying on the desk and I was sitting there, with so much hate and anger inside me and had they released me, I would have killed someone Betty.  But I kept looking at your beautiful face and I realized that if I let myself fall over that edge, I would lose you and in that moment, I wanted you with me so badly, I just let everything go.  I was ready to die to keep you safe.  I let it all go on the slim chance I might get to be with you again.  Cutter made me face my demons, made me see what I really was, and I just let it go cause I don’t ever want to be that again.  I want you, I want to be with you because I feel complete with you.  I am safe with you.”  Jughead sounded completely hoarse by the time he was done his impassioned  speech and she was sobbing at his words.  He pulled her between his legs and moved her close, hugging her as tight as his painful body could manage.  

“I still don’t know what you saw in me,” he muttered against her hair.  Betty pulled back and smiled.

“Well, you’ve extremely easy on the eyes,” she said with a smile.  He chuckled and brushed her hair back.  “We’ve all had our moments Jughead.  We’ve all thought and said and done horrible things.  Sure, you’ve done more than your share, but everyone deserves a second chance to make things right.”

“What bad things have you thought and done?” he asked, his face indicating that he didn’t think it was possible.

“I once slapped Joan,” she admitted with a smile.  “And once, when I was standing in the kitchen and Paul was leaning into the fridge, I had a moment where I felt like plunging the knife in my hand into his back.”  She said it so calmly that Jughead thought she was kidding.  Her face showed that she wasn’t.

“Well, don’t we make a psychotic pair,” he joked.  She let out a laugh and he gave her a squeeze.  She leaned back and he looked to her like he was going to fall asleep on her.  The vodka shot and pain killers were about to put him out.  She quickly grabbed a gauze bandage and covered the cuts on his abdomen and helped him off the counter.  He was walking ok, if a bit hunched and she helped him to the bed.  He sank down onto the sheets and she covered him with the blanket and his eyes were already closing.

“I love you,” he whispered as he fell asleep.  She brushed his hair back and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.  

“Sleep now, love,” she whispered back.  She went to the chair and picked up his jacket and got angry again, looking at the mess they had made.  It was still intact but looked strange with all the spots where patches had been a slightly different wear pattern than the rest.  She found his gun in a special pocket at the back of the jacket on the inside and his phone in the outside pocket.  There were several frantic texts from Jellybean, wondering where he was and she couldn’t answer because she needed the passcode.  She went over to Jughead and shook him awake.  It took a bit and she quickly asked for him what the code was.

“The day you found me….” He breathed out as he fell asleep again.  That stumped her a bit because she honestly couldn’t remember the date.  She knew it was a Thursday and it was July.  She got it on the second try.  0713 and she smiled.  God, she loved him.  She quickly shot off a text to Jellybean.

This is Betty and he’s with me.  In pretty bad shape.  Maybe come see him tomorrow.

She replied almost instantly and Betty realized she hadn’t been sleeping either and felt bad for not thinking of messaging the woman sooner.

thank God!  We will come in the afternoon!

Betty put the phone away and went into the bathroom to clean up.  When that was done she got into bed and curled up next to Jughead.  She grabbed his arm and tucked it around her and breathed him in.  He was warm and he was safe.  She fell asleep holding his hand.

She woke up a few hours later when she heard him groan in his sleep and saw her arm was resting across his bandage.  She quickly moved it and he let out a breath.

“I’m so sorry Juggie, I didn’t realize,” she whispered and he pulled her close in response.

“As long as you’re still here,” he whispered back.  

“I’m never going anywhere, I promise,” Betty said softly.  He smiled and fell asleep once more.

anonymous asked:

Funhaus hybrid headcanons?

yo. i’m here for you anon

Bruce

  • all i can think of is hyena
  • PURELY for the laugh lbr
  • might probs steal your food
  • even tho he’s technically not a dog, he gets along super well with James

James

  • he’s the embodiment of pure sunshine so he’s obviously a golden retriever
  • will probs bring you things even though you didn’t ask for them
  • isn’t aware of own strength (bless)

Lawrence

  • a raven
  • because he’s v smart and v ingenuitive
  • leave him with a box of random materials and he will build himself something electronic

Adam

  • fucking red panda you wanna know why?
  • because he’s like a cat but also looks like a compact bear, you feel me?
  • he’s complex okay?
  • secretly smol but not

Elyse

  •  a cat but a specific cat (specifically the Turkish Van)
  • floofy tail
  • matches James’s energy levels
  • acts more like a dog than a cat
  • precious

Peake

  • Peake

anonymous asked:

Hiiii! I'd like to request prompt list 1, prompt 38 with rafa/reader? fluffy, established relationship, and i don't mind if it's a short drabble since i just need something to read as a break from studyin lol. Thanks!!

Ahh~!! My first request!! No problem darling anon!!

Prompt Request:  “I could punch you right now.“
Pairing:  Rafael Casal x Reader

Summary: Rough sex can lead to unexpected damages to one’s bed.
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Notes:  Y/N = your name
(Use these extensions to replace Y/N with your name:
Chrome: Search and Replace
FireFox: Find and Replace )

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

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anonymous asked:

kastel and 13? :)

13. things you said at the kitchen table 

Karen knows he’s watching her. She doesn’t blame him – keeps expecting him to tell her to stop, actually, or just call out a low “Ma'am” in that certain way that holds a silent plea in it, different from when he’s saying hello, when he’s frustrated, when he’s teasing for a brief half a second she manages to distract him on simpler thoughts. But he doesn’t say anything.

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let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster || chapter 5 + chapter 1 rewrite

A/N: HEY YA’LL. 

SO. 

i know this took forever but anyways here’s an update and a reconstructed chapter because i’m a dissatisfied little shit  

ALSO a big thank you to @oquiznakitznary for beta reading and editing and being a wonderful writer in general pls check her stuff out she’s amazing

now onto the chapter! 


Things were suddenly different.

And it bothered Katie to no end that she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly she meant by that.

They just were.  

Normally, even the smallest changes in details would never be missed by her keen eye; she was a computer programmer, dammit. There was a reason why she was in charge of cleaning and going over the final script for the school website.

But now, Pidge found herself drawing up a blank.

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Review: Mystic Messenger, Another Story / V Route

(I finally managed to put together a … somewhat coherent post, so here it is.)

This post contains spoilers, but as usual, I try to keep it general in the first part. I will put another warning before going into details.

“Another Story” - what is this about?

Set two (or more like one and a half) years prior to the original routes, Another Story delves deeper into the history and characters of V and Rika and the workings of Mint Eye than even the Deep Story did. It branches into V’s character route on day 4.

Plot:

Like the Casual and Deep Story routes, this one starts with our MC being contacted by a stranger who continues to ask her for help. Only that this time around, we are not led to a weird apartment to find the owner of a phone - but to an even weirder building somewhere far out in the mountains to test a dating game app. Believing the members of the RFA to be AI’s, we set out to pursue them via the messenger app and to plan a party, earning their trust and affection in the process. Thus, as the player soon realizes, our time as an unwitting Mint Eye pawn has begun …

The strong points

This route may very well be the most thought through, gripping and overall high quality one so far:

  • It has its own beautiful opening song, complete with a new video
    • The song is sung by the voice actors of V and Rika themselves
  • All visual novel modes now have voice acting
    • And the voice acting is amazing
  • The original five main characters return in all their lovable glory
  • A lot more interactions via chats, calls, texts and visual novel modes with V as well as other characters
  • Focus is on exploring the story and characters in depth instead of simply romance
  • The way of storytelling has got an upgrade since the original routes, and is now even more beyond high quality for a free to play otome game app
    • Even the game’s interface becomes a tool of the storytelling
  • Expect to experience the whole spectrum of emotions: From laughing with the RFA and at the hilarious new party guests this time around, to crying over the heartbreak

The bad?

  • A warning: This story is darker and heavier than all of the original routes, there is a lot more angst and drama
    • No, seriously, this route had me upset, and I’m still not over certain events even though it’s been a month
  • There are translation errors in the English version, but nothing that would really hurt the overall quality
  • MC has to be played as naive and trusting to the point of having no self-preservation skills whatsoever, but oh well

Overall personal opinion

Worth the 300 hourglasses. I was constantly surprised and awed by the huge effort Cheritz has put into this route, and I felt extremely involved and immersed once again. There are countless memorable moments, cute and funny ones, but mostly intense ones. Because in the end, this route is much more of a psychological drama or even horror story than a romance, even though that is still a part of it.

The downside is that the “dark and heavy” part pretty much destroyed me to the point of reducing me to a depressed mess for days. And … it almost took me a month to pull myself together enough to write this post.


Details on the plot, as well as some character analysis/ramblings and a few screenshots below the cut!

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desastrista  asked:

top 5 captive prince moments!

omfg ok i’ve had this ask in my inbox for so long but this one is rlly hard D:

1 - chapter 19.5 of Prince’s gambit. I know it’s not technically a part of captive prince because it’s a bonus short but??? god i love it i love it so much . 

2 - i have no idea what book it was because i’m just so shit with timelines but the scene where laurent gives damen a blowjob in the inn? fuck me. everything about this i love. damen respecting boundaries! laurent tells him not to touch him and he doesn’t! laurent taking control & giving damen oral sex because he wants to not bcause he has to! everything is good. also i think this is the scene where they had the blanket nest but if it’s not then the blanket nest is also also 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

3 - *kicks slate off the roof* “it’s the game i like” LAURENT. 

4 - any time damen has a cute fluffy headcanon about him and laurent like this boi he is literally making happy AUs in his head where laurent never gets hurt by anyone ever and damen gives him flowers what the ever-loving fuck im in love with this nerd.

5 - basically every interaction with nicaise, my one true shit son “i don’t want to sit beside you. fuck off.” iconique. 

bonus round:

- the whole of tsp and the whole of taoc. taoc was a wild ride start to finish goddamn.

- “i don’t mean - forever - just - ” and “i’m not here to - i’m just here” i’m just here i’m just here i’m just here *’i won’t say im in love’ starts playing*

Witchcraft, Part One

Pairing: Dean x Mel (OFC)

Characters: Dean, Sam, Mel (OFC) (pov caricature), Shayna (OFC)

Words:  1141

Warnings: Angst, maybe a swear word or two? I think that’s all. tell me if I missed something.

A/N: this is something I started writing with my good friend @sofreddie. If you haven’t read her stuff I suggest you go stalk her masterlist. after you read this of course! 

*Gifs found via google

I sat on the couch with Shayna, getting ready for a movie together. We weren’t expecting the guys home for a few days at least, as they were out on a hunt. As we were laughing together, we heard a loud bang. Turning, we saw Sam and Dean standing just inside the doorway to the room. They were both stiff, fists balled at their sides, jaws clenching and clenching repeatedly. They breathed heavy through their noses, leveling a heavy and narrowed glare upon us.

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terry-perry  asked:

Headcanons of Eren, Armin, Jean, and Levi helping out their S/O giving birth and then seeing their child for the first time

This is so long I’m sorry

Eren ||
~ it took him a long time to get his shit together and help his partner
~ was pacing back in forth in the room whisper “ oh my god ” to himself a dozen times before helping his partner
~ is speechless when he sees the baby being pushed out, doesn’t think it’s gross or anything but he’s just kinda amazed about the process
~ when he holds the baby he doesn’t wanna let it go, it took him forever to let go of the baby
~ cries a little bit and tells his partner how amazing they are for going through that process
~ is both happy and nervous the baby is finally here
Armin ||
~ started crying before the baby was even born
~ is holding his partners hand the majority of the time telling them to breathe in and out
~ keeps on telling them how great of parent they’re gonna be and how beautiful the baby will be while trying to comfort them
~ when the baby comes he’s a mess, him and his partner are both crying tears of joy while holding the child
~ was super relieved that the baby was there and is super super super excited to finally be a dad
~ he doesn’t leave his s/o once and makes sure they have everything they need.
Jean ||
~ when they said their water broke he was just like “ Wait what? Are you sure? Like right now? ”
~ is more nervous than his partner, he doesn’t even know what to do, he just tries to help them breath
~ was kind of horrified at seeing the child come out but also had 1000% more respect for his partner
~ he cried a little bit seeing the baby and his partner together but wiped the tears away quickly
~also makes sure his partner has everything they need
Levi ||
~ this bitch is fucking PREPARED
~ he watched like a thousand videos about it and took a parenting class
~ is actually really good at helping soothe his partner in the process and stays really calm
~ once he holds the child he literally won’t let anyone touch it except his s/o, the nurses had to pry the child off of him
~ makes sure his partner his comfortable af and ask the doctor or nurse several questions about the baby to make sure they were born in healthy condition
~ went to the restroom and cried for like five seconds from happiness and went back into the room as if nothing happened

anonymous asked:

hi camille, I’m bi and I just started uni and I’m living in a dorm and the girl who lives across from me always says stuff like ‘I hope there aren’t any lesbians here bc I’m taking my shirt off’ and stuff (not even like a few times, she says shit like this almost every day) and it took me FOREVER to come 2 terms w my attraction to girls and this girl is literally sending me back to 15-year-old me w severe internalized homophobia/biphobia :( sorry I just needed to vent bc it’s rly upsetting :(

oh mood literally every time i walk into the bathroom and someone is getting in or out of the shower i feel like i have to go out of my way to Not Look In Their Direction in case they think i’m a predatory lesbo lmao communal living kind of sucks. just ignore her she’s not worth your time <3