this took my entire life to make

anonymous asked:

fics where derek is obsessed with stiles' scent? sorry this is such a vague request, i just read wanna wanna wolf by bleep0bleep and it was so cute i wanted more sterek scenting type fics ❤️

Perfume by pleasebekidding

Stiles smells ridiculously good. Fuck Derek Hale’s entire fucking life.

“I was gonna make a crack about not letting a guy lick his way up my snail trail until he’s at least bought me dinner but I guess you took care of that, huh?”

Creeper Wolf by FearThisQueer

So Derek may have a bit of a problem.

But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good. And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own. It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?

Nicotine by honorarystar

Stiles wants to take a nap at Derek’s place. Derek thinks he smells too amazing for his own good. Or Derek’s for that matter.

The Smell of Happiness by Chef_Geekier

Derek likes it when Stiles smells like him. He goes to increasingly bizarre lengths to to make this happen. Stiles doesn’t get it - until he does.

What do you mean scent marking? by mistress_of_mythology

Stiles doesn’t notice it at first.

Why would he, when he was busy trying to take down a psychotic geriatric with a God complex?

When he finally does notice it, it’s not even him who figures it out, and Derek was no where to be found.

Five times someone points out that Stiles smells heavily of Derek and Stiles can’t figure out why the alpha is scent marking him and the one time he got a clue and got the guy.

okidokieartichokie  asked:

Hey do you have any fics like Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley? Not necessarily body swap, but where Stiles smells really good. Sorry if this is already a tag.

Stiles smells good coming up!  For all your other scent needs, check out our scent kink tag ;)  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by nostalgicgifs

A Rose By Any Other Name by emocezi 

(1,638 General I Complete)

Written for the prompt: Stiles smells really good to Derek. Like everything sweet rolled into one. Not that Derek would admit it. Maybe he accidentally gets ride of Stiles’ bodyspray or never returns that borrowed shirt.

Come to You When You Call by anothershower 

(1,799 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles smells good and Derek finds that annoying. Then there’s sex.

Guess What (Sidelines Are Way More Safe Places) by Black_Calliope 

(1,940 I Explicit I Complete)

So yeah, everything started with Stiles punching Derek. But he could swear that it was totally accidental, more like his fist had launched itself towards Derek’s very solid jaw in an outburst of affection. It’s not like Stiles was trying to harm Derek.

Sniffing Games by Goldenpetal13 

(3,163 I Teen I Complete)

Both Derek and Scott have taken to pushing Stiles up against a wall to sniff him and he’s starting to think they’re play fighting by seeing who can scent mark him the most.

Nicotine by honorarystar 

(3,404 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles wants to take a nap at Derek’s place. Derek thinks he smells too amazing for his own good. Or Derek’s for that matter.

Perfume by pleasebekidding 

(6,689 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles smells ridiculously good. Fuck Derek Hale’s entire fucking life.

“I was gonna make a crack about not letting a guy lick his way up my snail trail until he’s at least bought me dinner but I guess you took care of that, huh?”

Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”


The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

why i adore the front bottoms

im in a decent mood rn and im listening to elvis depressedly, so im gonna write about why i care so much about the front bottoms for anyone who’ll read it.

* They make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been my entire life. I’m not depressed and I don’t consider myself a sad person, but Jesus, it’s like I don’t even know what sadness is when I’m listening to them. 

* I can only describe it as finally “finding my place” when it comes to music. As someone who is constantly surrounded by rap/trap music, and has never been into that type of music, it took a real long time for me to find a genre of music I relate too. It was never trap music, or pop music, I liked screamo for a few years but eventually I stopped that too. And it’s like I finally found something that I understand

* I consider them my “happy place”. I never understood what people meant by a band changing their lives, because, you know, it’s a freaking band, you never met them, they don’t know you.. How can it become anything more than thinking: “Wow, I really love this song”. But it can and it’s a really lovely feeling. 

*  They introduced me to other bands who make me happy. Without them I don’t even know where I’d be right now. I literally have no idea. Probably going downhill hella fast considering my anxiety has been acting up lately for reasons I don’t even know. I’d have to start seeing someone again. It’d be awful. I’m not saying my anxiety goes away 100% when I listen to them and I’m magically all better again, that’s not how it works (for me at least). But it helps quite a lot. And the other bands they introduced me too do the same thing; if tfb isn’t working for me that night I switch to Modern Baseball, etc. 

*I just get this feeling of rightness every time I hear Brian’s voice or I watch Mat drumming, and my stomach and heart get all fluttery and everything is so right, you know? And I’ve never felt that before. 


England took my home. I can’t walk away. 



hopefully this doesn’t double post, the wifi here is pretty spotty but:


after almost a decade of living paycheck to paycheck and barely scraping by after dropping out of high school three times i finally took a huge leap and decided to apply for a degree, and some small miracle i made it in!

i am getting my bachelor’s degree in political science and will be doing courses to become certified as a paralegal over the summer, in hopes that when i finish my BA i can make it into law school

i never expected anything out of this, but i’ve also never been more ready for anything in my entire life. 

has this been done yet

RFA: MC Moved On


So you moved on. Out of curiosity, and maybe a bit of sadness, he had found a social media account of yours. He certainly didn’t expect it to be covered with images of another man.. 


    He rapidly scrolled down and down past all the images, heart aching at every new picture. It wasn’t true, right? You had to leave for your own safety, right? Or did you leave to meet this strange guy? 

    Tears dripped onto his keyboard. Yoosung swiped off the droplets with a rushed hand, nearly knocking the keyboard off the table. Crying was a childish thing to do. This new boyfriend of yours probably didn’t cry at everything. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. What used to calm him only frustrated him more. Why could he not stop crying?

    A week later, tears were a thing of the past for Yoosung. Emotions were a thing of the past. He never smiled, and never loved. Was this what you wanted? A mature man who could handle his emotions? 

Because I can meet your expectations now. 


    Zen frowned as he scrolled down further into your account. This man had to be just a friend. But every picture screamed in his face that you had moved on. Photographed kisses, captions filled with hearts, and pictures of you smiling. With him. 

    Zen got up from his computer, fuming. Why he was angry, he wasn’t sure. He walked to the sink, and tried to splash himself with cold water. But he ended up just staring right into his mirrored eyes. He wasn’t handsome. He was ugly. Just like what his family had said. If he really was attractive, it shouldn’t have been that hard to keep you with him. 

    Of course facial features weren’t the only thing you could have loved, but it was the only thing he could see in himself. Even his personality. His narcissism disappeared, and he began to hate himself.

You’re the beauty, I’ll always just be the beast. [NOT THE “RELEASE THE BEAST” KIND]


    Jaehee smiled softly as she saw your smile again. The pain in her heart was not to be ignored, but at least you were happy. Maybe you were never happy with her. Maybe she was just an experiment on your sexual orientation. 

    But what could she do now? Nothing. So she drowned herself in work. She took documents home, and worked till dawn. Her sleeping schedule further deteriorated, but she was happy. Because you had found happiness. Even if it was with another. 

   The other members grew worried about her health, but she claimed all was well. And in a morbid sense, that was true. She was okay with living a life of constant work. Because no matter how happy you were, she could still feel a little bit of pain. 

If you’re happy, I’m content. 


    With a frustrated sigh, Jumin continued looking at the images. Every kiss, every smile, every picture. They hurt him. But he took some form of twisted satisfaction from them. 

    Feeling such an intense emotion comforted him. It reminded him of the days when you were there. Even intense pain soothed him. After all, that must mean that he was capable of emotion, right? And he coped with the pain in the only one way he knew. Wine. 

    He drank more than he ever had that night. The next day his head complained harshly, but the worst pain of all was still remembering. Remembering how happier you looked with the new, strange man. One who could smile in public without any coaxing. 

Perhaps I was never enough. 


    He chuckled, glancing at the photos. You must have known that he would see these images. And yet you had posted them. He continued to laugh, but his vision was blurring. And before he knew it, tears were cascading down his cheeks. 

    He was weak. But he couldn’t stop. The first person to actually see and care for his true self was gone. Maybe it was his cold demeanor, maybe it was his depressed reality. Whatever it was, it had made her run away. But his 707 personality had drawn her in. 

    Chip bags and soda cans littered his floor. The only light in the room was a monitor, as Seven typed away. Bzzt. Seven picked up his phone. With a deep sigh, and a drink of Dr. Pepper, he entered the chat with a digital smile.

Why make jokes when my entire life is a joke? 

[Unknown and V]

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A Forgotten Life (Suga angst)

What an honor it was to have loved him.

Originally posted by yooingi

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Angst

When you were young, you and Yoongi had often talked about growing old together. It was always entirely hypothetical, because you couldn’t really imagine ever being elderly, but you still enjoyed fantasizing about how one day you would be a grumpy old couple, yelling at kids for playing on your lawn and getting fat from all the fast food you were going to eat. It didn’t exactly turn out that way, but you were proud to say that you had indeed grown old with Yoongi, and every moment of the life that you had shared had been an incredible privilege.

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Dialogue Prompts

1) “So … this is it?” “This is it.” 

2) “Do me a favor?” “I swear to god if this is like the last one-” “No, no, calm down, this one is legal.” 

3) “I’ll see you on the train.” 

4) “Come back home soon, sweetheart. Everyone misses you.” 

5) “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” 

6) “Be careful, don’t do anything stupid, don’t make any rash decisions.” “Mom, stop fussing over me, this isn’t my first hunt.” 

7) “I’ll see you again my friend, someday.” “Ah, in another life.” 

8) “You look tired.” “I’m always tired.” 

9) “You’re always welcome here.” 

10) “You’ve made some mistakes, fell in with a bad crowd, I know. But please don’t act like your entire life is a mistake? It’s never too late to fix these things. Just come back to us.” 

11) “I um … I missed you.” 

12) “Come here, it’s safe now.” 

13) “God, you really are insane, aren’t you?” “Took you this long to notice, sweetheart?” 

14) “You’ll lose all your friends if you’re seen hanging around me.” “Oh it’s all right, no one likes me anyways.” 

15) “Careful with that candle, you’ll burn yourself.” 

16) “It’s nice to meet you.” “We’ve met before.” “What? When?” “Just before I killed you. About five years ago.” 

17) “How long has it been since you saw your sister?” “I haven’t seen her since before the war. She disappeared, just vanished one day, and then, well, everything was collapsing, we all had to run, no one had any time to look for her.” 

18) “What’s the password?” “What are you, eight?” 

19) “Someone broke in last night.” “Did they take anything?” “No, but they left something.” 

20) “After everything we’ve been through you’re just going to throw it all away?” 

CEO: Part Five. [smut]

A/N; I told you I hadn’t forgotten about you all. Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Enjoy lovelies! xoxo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,536

Listen to this.

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four. 

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

Derek sat on your couch, poring over the file as you hurried to your board. “Peter Hale?” You asked him, your brow quirked as you looked for the name. “He’s not on the board?” You turned back to him, his chest rising and falling with laughter. He looked down, avoiding your gaze as he calmed down, his lips still curled into a grin as he looked at you. “What’s so funny?” You asked and he shook his head yet again. “You and Stiles really are a perfect match.” You felt your body run hot, a blush rolling across your cheeks as Derek went back to looking through the file. “Thanks Derek, I’ll call Cupid, see if he owes me any favors?” You scowled, your arms crossed tightly against your chest, clutching your ribs as you felt vulnerable.  

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anonymous asked:

So I'm sure you saw that Niall made a dream jar to be auctioned off for charity for that BFG movie. With it he said “As a little boy, I liked the idea of floating above the trees and looking down on the world from above. Now I like the idea of having someone with me for the ride.” Could you please write a fluffy, but smutty blurb about this for me please! You're writing is the absolute best! I love reading your stuff! You'd make my life complete if you did this for me!

Valentine’s Day was never your favorite holiday.  If anything it was a holiday you just sort of got through more than anything.  You’d only had a boyfriend during Valentine’s Day once in your entire dating career and that was when you were 14.  He took you behind the gym at school, slammed a rose in your hand and then tried to kiss you in a way that resembled a wet vacuum.  So…not the most romantic thing in the world.

However, this year was different.  You’d been dating Niall for six months now.  And you’d never been happier.  Sure, he was ¼ of the biggest boy band in the world who was now going solo and that meant a few insults from his loving fans lobbed your way but he made it all worth it.  He was sweet, attentive, kind, loving and most of all when he kissed you it sent tingles to your toes and electricity to the ends of your hair.  So…far and away different from the wet vacuum.

You’d both agreed weeks ago not to do anything for Valentine’s Day.  Neither of you really appreciated the holiday to begin with.  So why bother living up to the expectations?  Besides, Niall treated you like every day was Valentine’s Day.

But then he’d created his Dream Jar to promote the movie BFG and also to benefit a couple of London charities.  To say you’d been blown away by his jar would have been the understatement of the year.  It was so…intimate.  While Niall was intimate with you in private he was never really that guy that was intimate so publicly.  It put him in a whole new light for you.

This boy.  This man.  This angel of a human being at the end of the day just wanted to ride in a hot air balloon with his love and look on the world below him.

And today, you were going to make that happen.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic where Betty's dad turns out to be the killer of Jason, and because of it the fallout is her getting bullied and harassed by students at school. But she still has Jughead by her side to help her. Her friends too, but mainly Jughead.

Here you go, hope you like it! 

A/N: Even though I only wrote about Jughead being there to support her through this, we can safely assume that her friends are supportive as well. I just didn’t include it for length purposes 

“Can you believe she showed up today?”

“There’s no way I’d show my face around here after what happened.”

“She’s a disgrace to Jason’s memory, someone should talk to the principal about getting her expelled.”

“She’s such a freak. Total head case.”

“You know what they say. Like father, like daughter I guess.”

Betty slammed her locker door shut as hard as she could, hoping that the sound of metal on metal would block out the whispers that had been following her around all morning. As soon as she entered through the double doors of the high school, it was as if every eye turned to watch her, following her every move and waiting for her to snap.

“Cheryl!” Betty caught a glimpse of the silky red hair bobbing down the hallway and she pushed past the sea of classmates to catch up to her.

“Get away from me, you spawn of a heartless murderer,” Cheryl snapped, quickening her pace as her two obedient minions formed a protective shield around her, blocking Betty from coming too close. “Hasn’t your family done enough? Just leave us alone. Leave me alone.”

“If you could just let me explain then I could-” Betty struggled to get the words out before Cheryl’s sidekicks stopped short, stepping together to form a blockade to prevent Betty from creating a path to Cheryl.

“Psycho,” they spat at the same time, their words sliding off of their lips like venom as they removed the lids from their coffee cups and threw the lukewarm contents all over Betty’s favorite baby blue sweater.

“No!” Betty gasped, pawing at the sweater with her fingers in the pointless attempt to prevent a stain from forming on the fabric. “This isn’t happening.”

Betty turned back to the locker she had just left in hopes of changing into her gym shirt before first period, but as she finally made her way back through the crowd to her section of lockers, she came face to face with the word “MURDERER” written in thick red letters all across the metal surface.

“Who - who did this?” Betty asked no one in particular, her voice barely audible as her pulse started to quicken and her breathing came in panicked spurts. She could feel that anger rising up in her - the darkness she couldn’t control. As her classmates passed by, reading her locker, watching the girl who’s father had just been arrested for the murder of the beloved Jason Blossom, she felt herself digging her nails into her palms deeper, deeper, deeper until-

“Hey,” Jughead came into Betty’s view, taking her fists in his hands and prying them open so that her nails dropped away from her palms. “Shhh, Bets, you’re okay.”

“Jug,” Betty breathed, her eyes darting all around the hallway, taking in every last person who was whispering, watching, wondering. “I can’t do this, everyone is staring at me like I’m the one who killed Jason.”

“Betty, look at me,” Jughead told her, taking her face in his hands and stroking her cheeks gently with his thumbs. “Come on, just focus on my voice. Think about you and me in a booth at Pop’s. Just the two of us. No parents, no judgmental backstabbers. Just us.”

“Juggie, he’s ruined my life.” Betty’s voice was so small, so unlike her own, that Jughead wasn’t entirely sure that she was the one who had spoken the words in the first place. But as he took in the sad and broken frown and the tears beginning to pool up in her eyes, he knew that it could have only been Betty who had said anything.

“No, he hasn’t,” Jughead assured her. “Don’t give him that kind of power. He might have taken it upon himself to end another person’s life, but that doesn’t make him powerful. He can never take away your life with the sins he’s committed. You’re too strong for him to take anything away from you.”

“I don’t feel very strong right now,” Betty mumbled, her voice breaking slightly as she let the tears begin to fall slowly down her cheeks.

“You proved that you were by showing up today,” Jughead reminded her, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before it fell to the tiled floor. “Some people would have taken this opportunity to hide in bed all day, shutting out the rest of the world until they felt semi-normal again. But you chose to face whatever life threw at you by actually being here to face it. That takes more strength than you could possibly know.”

“Yeah, well, I almost did stay at home,” Betty admitted. “I was one bag of cheese doodles and a DVD box set of the OC away from skipping school altogether.”

“But you didn’t,” Jughead offered, smoothing back a stray hair from popping out of her ponytail and smiling down at her reassuringly. “That’s what matters.”

Betty tried to return his smile, but her gaze was promptly drawn back to the locker and the coffee stain and the whispers and glares coming from all around her.

“But I can’t even make it down the hallway without feeling that darkness bubbling up inside of me,” Betty said, fear clouding her expression as a terrible thought suddenly flashed across her mind. “Juggie, what if I end up just like my dad. What if I do something like he did to-”

“That will never happen,” Jughead promised her, his eyes pleading with her to believe his words as he held her face in his hands. “Your father did what he did because he chose to give in to his own darkness. You choose to fight that same darkness everyday just by getting up and breathing and doing the very best that you can. That’s more than your father has ever done. That’s what sets you apart from him.”  

“I’m scared,” Betty’s voice cracked as a fresh set of tears popped up at the corners of her eyes.

“Of what?” Jughead wanted to know, his eyebrows drawing together in concern for the girl who had been his entire world for so long. “Cheryl and those girls?”

“No,” Betty breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Of ending up alone. Like my father.”

Before either of them said another word, Jughead pulled Betty into his arms, wishing that he could hug and kiss and love away all the pain that she was feeling.

“Betty you will always have me,” he whispered into her hair, pulling back slightly to meet her eyes. “No matter what happens, no matter what anyone says, it will always be you and me.”

“You mean that?”

“With all my heart,” Jughead promised, letting his forehead rest gently against hers before stepping away and gesturing to the quickly dispersing crowd of students in front of them as everyone made their way to their first class. “Now, let’s conquer this hallway together. What do you say?”

Jughead held out his hand for her to take, his eyes promising love and trust and hope as he looked down to meet her gaze.

“I say that I’m still scared,” Betty admitted, glancing from Jughead, to the herd of people, and back again. “But I won’t be a coward like my father. And I will never become him.”

With those final words, Betty laced her fingers through Jughead’s, blocking out everything but the other’s presence as they took their first few steps down the hallway and into the unknown together.  


💛TC UPDATE💛 (the pics above are from our, as you all like to say, “date”).

so, Sunday afternoon, W picked me up and took me to a golf course. (HIS TEXTS ALWAYS MAKE ME BLUSH SO HARD). the ride there was literally the cutest because we had all the windows rolled down and the music turned up loud. it was really interesting to take a peek into his music taste✨also, W looked freaking hot in his polo and khakis!!!!

whenever we got there, I told him that I had never played actual golf before because mini golf doesn’t really count😛, so he was teaching me how to swing and stuff and that’s when I realized how much he towers over me. W is so so tall & it’s so attractive😍

he was really sweet to me the entire time we were golfing and even though I sucked and he was a pro, he made it really fun. I always have a genuinely good time whenever I’m with him or around him.

after golfing, he took me out for a late dinner at this really cute diner. he paid for me and that seems kinda small, but it means so much🙂 it was literally the best night of my entire life (I say that every time we’re together😂) but I just love being with him!!! he makes me so happy and his personality, looks, and charm are to DIE for

for those of you who are wondering and have been sending me anons about it, no, we haven’t kissed yet no matter how much I want to. I think I want W to make the first move or both of us to make the first move at the same time just so it feels natural and not pressured at all. a kiss on the cheek is the closest we’ve been😅

P.S. thank you to all of you who are so supportive! I get at least 10+ anons DAILY that are either dissing me or are just plain rude & hateful. I can’t believe that some people are that mean, it has to be the result of how they were raised. (And there are some things that I’d like to keep to myself when it comes to my personal life, so I’d appreciate it if all of you disrespectful anons could respect that❤️)


A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.
A Little Fall of Rain

A/n: I would say that I am sorry, but I am actually really not. Inspired by A Little Fall of Rain from Les Miserables.

Tagging: @kamuithedragonlord, @birbs-and-the-bat, and @cait-writes-stuff

“Why do the good jobs always go sideways?” Jason fumed as he led the way out the back door. They had been trying to finish a deal and get the cash they were owed, but it appeared someone had gotten there first.

The messenger was dead and the cash was nowhere to be found.

“Probably has something to do with all the bad karma.” Y/N said dryly. She nudged the body out of the way as she walked out of the room.

Jason huffed a laugh before turning to face her. “Bad karma my ass. The universe has been out to get me since I was born.”

“Aww, poor baby.” Y/N mocked. She was smiling at Jason when suddenly her face went pale. “Look out!” She shouted as she pulled him out of the way. He was startled as he turned to find the assassin who must have killed their delivery guy.  He thrusted a sword into Y/N’s abdomen before Jason could react.

Jason screamed and shot all his rounds at the guy’s head. The man managed to dodge all the bullets and made his escape into the night.

Jason turned to see his best friend lying on the ground, sword still protruding from her stomach. He got on his knees, taking off his helmet and throwing it off to the side as he cradled her as close as he could without moving the weapon. He reached for his phone to call anyone who could help.

“They aren’t going to get here in time, Jaybird, and you know it.” Y/N whispered.

“Don’t say that. You are going to be just fine.” Jason said as he dialed the number. Y/N reached up and took his phone from him.

“Aw, Jason, you like to pretend you are so cynical, but you are really so hopeful, my little optimist.” Y/N laughed and coughed. “Oh, laughing makes it hurt. Don’t let me laugh.”

Jason smiled and brushed some of the hair away from her face.

“You know, I was hoping I would get to tell you this under completely different circumstances, but if this is my only chance then I guess I have to take it.” Y/N took as deep a breath as she could. “I love you. I love you more than I have loved anything in my entire life and you have made me so happy just by being with me.”

Jason started to cry as Y/N brushed the hair back from his face. “I want you to do something for me. Can you do something for me, please? It is so important.” He nodded quickly and clutched her hand to his face. “Don’t go dark again. The light in you, the part of you that I love and I know to some extent loves me back, don’t let it go away. It is gonna hurt, darling. I know it will. It hurt when I heard you died so I know, but you gotta keep strong for me, okay?” He nodded again and kissed the back of her hand. He could feel the tears coursing down his face, despite Y/N’s best efforts to wipe some of them away.

“I don’t have a lot of time left, Jay.” Y/N said as she finally broke down crying. “Tell Roy and Kory I am sorry. They will probably blame themselves for not working this job with us, but that can’t really be helped now so no wasting time on those sort of shit thoughts.”

Jason just shook his head as tears continued to pour down his face. “I love you, Y/N. And I am so sorry I couldn’t prevent this.”

Y/N smiled weakly. “I know you do. This isn’t your fault. I pulled you out of the way, remember? My stupid need to protect you no matter what is what caused this.”

Jason was about to say something when Y/N coughed again. “Well, Jay. I’ve said my goodbyes so I guess it is time for me to go.” She rasped, the light beginning to fade from her eyes.

Jason leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. He felt her hand come up and cup his face before falling limp back to her side. Y/N sighed deeply and closed her eyes.

Jason very carefully laid her body back down on the ground. He brushed the hair away from her face before standing up. He put his helmet back on and reached for his gun. Y/N had told him not to go dark, but you can avenge the love of your life and stay in the light, right?

Accidents Happen (reader x Bucky)

Hiya. Confession: So I took a long break from tumblr because it was taking over my life but I’m back now because Bucky. Obviously. I’ve mostly been writing fiction the past few years, but this is my VERY FIRST dipped toe into fiction of the “fan” variety. This story was running through my head ALL day at work yesterday so I had to get it out. I was brought back to writing from all the awesome (Y/N) x Bucky blogs I’ve been reading, devouring entire Master lists in fact. (Ahem, @squishybucky @writingruna and @imaginingbucky. Still making my way through @you-and-bucky ‘s list and I’m loving it!)

I’m still learning this new form of writing, so please be kind but helpful tips are welcome! I pretty much wrote it last night from top to bottom with very little editing, but mostly I’m posting now before I lose my nerve. :D This story is loosely based on my life experience when I fell hard for a guy, wishing I could’ve been as bold as the reader is. 


Accidents Happen

Summary: Reader is 26 years old training with the avengers. She is slightly accident prone with a sheltered background, resulting in aversion to swearing. No verbal filter and says most things without thinking. She gets creative with curse words. First meeting and developing feelings for Bucky. 

Warnings: none? Mostly Fluff with a little heat at the end. :) I can’t handle pretty much any smut without dying of embarrassment. :)


“Nice try, Hawk, but you’re about to eat mat, mother trucker!”

You had no verbal filter. Everyone on the team knew that. After almost a year of training together, they were used to your bizarre outbursts and ridiculous exclamations. However, you grew up in a very religious, uptight household and despite distancing yourself from those beliefs years ago, old habits held strong. Such as your inability to curse like a normal person. Any response to excitement, pain, surprise, or fear resulted in a random phrase that usually began with the first syllable of the intended word.

“Kick his asteroid, Nat!”

The redhead rolled her eyes, but kept focus and had Clint on the mat in seconds.

You pumped your fists in the air with a triumphant yell, then approaching the mat in anticipation of your own sparring match. All training focus had dissolved, however, as the gym doors opened revealing Steve and a dark-haired stranger. Curiosity peaked as you joined the welcome crowd approaching the newcomer.  Shoulder-length hair covered his down-turned face, but the glint of a silver hand not covered by his left jacket sleeve explained all.

“It’s Bucky!!” you whispered too loudly.

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Long Live the Queen (M) Pt. 3

Pt 1  Pt 2  Pt 4


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Rated M for possibly mature themes in future updates, probably smut, swearing, murder, violence. I might get a little crazy with this

Summary: Jungkook’s name on the streets is the ‘Golden Prince’ for all the fanciful things he’s taken as his own. As a thief he can steal anything, even when he’s propositioned to steal the Queen herself. Stealing her heart however, will prove to be another matter completely.

A/N: here it is guys! Part three!! I hope you guys enjoy ^~^ Also @bangtanclouds made another amazing moodboard so please go check it out because it just is giving me so much inspiration for this and I love it. Credit for this idea also completely goes to Skies, I’m just simply elaborating and telling the story :)

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Jerome X Reader Lost.

Jerome sat quietly his eyes following around your graceful body as you swayed dancing on the two pieces of ribbon that hung from the ceiling. When you danced the feeling of being under a circus tent disappeared. Everything felt more glamorous and beautiful. Your unnaturally pale body was enclosed by pure white lights and sparkles entrancing  everyone in the audience, especially Jerome. His breathing deepened when he watched you, everyone noticed it describing his focus on you as if you were the only thing that mattered in his world, the most precious jewel to ever be found. When told this you normally brushed it off. You had know of Jerome, or course having traveled all around the country with him but the two of you never remained close.He was a shy boy sticking closely to his mother whom he glared t with such discontent he would look to be a whole different person, it was scary until his face melted back into it’s normal withdrawn look. Sometimes you could feel green eyes gazing at you but you tried not to notice it, you were deemed the princess, after your mother who was named queen but murdered by your father in a drunken fit, of the circus for your long blonde hair and intensely good looks so people often stared.

After your performance you twirled down the long ribbons, bowing graciously letting off a big smile. The crowd cheered their voices echoing as you skipped lightly to the back. Jerome seeing you leave scrambled to his feet to meet you there. In his mind he had decided tonight was the night. He was going to tell you of the feeling he had harbored inside of him for years- it didn’t matter if you excepted it or not to he had to get it out there. Back stage you were drinking some sparkling water confronted by the normal praises and pats on the back. “You looked beautiful out there” and “How stunning” Politely you smiled thanking them like their comment meant the world to you but no the inside you had heard it all before dreading their storm of approval only wanting to creep into your trailer only to come out for your next performance. Making your way through the crowd of admirers you got to the last one the lizard man or Bret who said you looked just like your mother and how proud she would be if she could see you tonight. 

A pang of heavy sadness echoed through you. Everything became dark- the usual sounds and smells of the circus faded away only leaving you with the stench of alcohol as well as her screams.. her dreaded screams. You pushed past Bret bolting to your trailer without putting on your usual happy go luck act. The man sat dumbfounded repeating his words to himself trying to figure out if he had errored in his ways shrugging when mentally convincing it as you just being on your period. Jerome followed close behind seeing you run away grew angry glaring at Bret. He stormed up to him shoving on his back with violent force. Bret turned around a scowl on his scaled face. “Bitch?” he said turning to Jerome who came back with a deadly glare. “What did you say to her?” Bret scoffed turning his back to Jerome and walking away. Remembering his place as the shy reserved kid of the village bicycle he gave in walking slowly out to your trailer. 


I held the picture of my mom closely to my chest trying to stop the hot tears from continuing to stream down my face. Closing my eyes my chest heaved in and out in an attempt to practice the deep breathing technique my old therapist had taught me when I was little but it all failed. They all knew not to bring up my mom or dad. Their memory remained a gash in my heart that was continuously bleeding; gushing when their names were brought up. Accepting my failure my eyes re-opened allowing myself to trail my pointer finger up and down my moms face. It was an old picture of her when she was around 19, my age, she was wearing a sparkly silver dress her cheeks flushed pink while my father stood handsomely kissing her neck, his hands wrapped around her waist. TO my self I thought if she had ever imagined that those same exact hands would stab her to death- the details of that night began to play out until there was a timid knock at my door.

 My head snapped up quickly placing the picture of my parents back in it’s usual place. “Just a minute!” I cried happily rushing to the mirror to fix my make-up which had been streaked down my face. I wiped the ghostly black streams off of my face applying new eye shadow and eyeliner as well as throwing on a simply black cotton dress. Smiling I opened the door shocked to see Jerome standing there. “Hello y/n” He was nervously looking around in the same blue sweater he always seemed to wear. “Oh Jerome what a surprise, come in” I said masking my worry. smiling he nodded stepping up the stairs and into my trailer. His eyes nervously took in the white Christmas lights I had strung up around the entire place. pictures and poster coated the walls. “Would you like a drink?” I said hoping the divert his attention away from my personal life. “uh no thanks” he said avoiding eye contact. “May we sit?” his pale hands ushered to my two dining room chairs. Hoping in my head this wasn’t the part where he reaches a crossed the table and chokes me out I nodded politely and sat down, he sat on the other chair looking at me then glancing away when I attempted to make eye contact. “What can I help you with Jerome?” I said. He smiled fidgeting with his hands. “Okay.. I” The laugh of a maniac came out of his mouth. I jumped at the sound of it. This was so out of character for him, he never laughed only smiled shyly.

 Before I knew it he was in front of me gently caressing my chin to shocked to act I looked into his pulsing eyes while he stared into my eyes with a sense of.. yearning?. “To be honest with you baby” he said trailing his fingers up and down my arms the tickling sensation sending shivers through my body. “I’ve had m eyes on you for awhile… for years!” he said sitting on the small table lowering his head so he was eye level. “You’re the only one I want” My eyes flashed thinking of all the guys I have had a crush on, who had watched the show approaching me afterwards and promising me a life as a dancer away from this dreaded circus. Jerome seemed to pick up on my thoughts. “Forget about those other guys gorgeous I’m the only one that can treat you like the princess you are.. I know you, I know how you laugh, dance, sing, talk, how you cry” he lingered on my face noticing how puffy my eyelids were. 

A sympathetic look rose on his face only to be hidden as he gently leaned forward whispering in my ear. “Best of all I can get you out of here. No more filth and sadness. No more memories that eat away at your heart” He put his pointer finger under my chin lifting my head up to his gaze. “I know they do, you don’t have to hide it silly girl. You will have the life you always wanted with me. My brain wandered excited by his promises. I would be free from this hell hole and Jerome was pretty cute… I stood up suspiciously looking at him. “How do I know this isn’t some elaborate scheme to kill me? hm?” A handsome smile spread a crossed his face as he stood up. Again his cold hands reached my face. “Your father has damaged you sweet heart. Why would I hurt the only thing that matters to me?” From that point on I was his and he was mine. We spend most of our time hiding out in my trailer planning our ‘great escape!’ as he called it-only coming out for my shows; he would watch as he always had kissing my hard on the lips afterwards;carrying my back to my trailer. 

Then he was taken away from hacking up his mother. I hadn’t found out until the next day after spending hours searching around and calling his name. Bret stopped me releasing the bad news. I cried in my tailor hating him for leaving me here to rot- mostly for breaking his promise. My cries echoed throughout the circus yard bringing forth multiple knocks from my concerned co-workers. I never answered them, I hated them all.

 The next couple months all my energy went into my dancing. I would practice with my instructor most of the day, preform then go to sleep. I had become a great dancer receiving many compliments but I blew them off- as Jerome had said many times none of them mattered. It had been a normal Saturday I was sitting in my trailer reading a book about a ballerina something I had always wished I could do. A knock sounded on my door my eyes glancing at the clock it was 9:30pm an odd hour for visitors. Cautiously I opened the door suddenly being grabbed then surrounded by darkness. Viciously I fought screaming and kicking. “You let go of you you son of a bitch!” I yelled feeling my fist connect with something warm and soft. A deep mans voice croaked “Little bitch” then pinched my arm which I thought was strange until my head became dizzy and I fell into a deep sleep. 

When I woke up I was in a room a fire place roaring, a breathing body humming besides me. My face scrunched in confusion as I got up tip-toeing away. My feet made a sticking noise that made me want to shriek in fear that the man on the bed would wake up. Unnervingly I made it to the door  with a sigh of relief. I was on my way to freedom when a strong pare of arms grabbed around my waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” a almost familiar voice said. Out of habit I jabbed my elbow back connecting it with the mans face. He made a grunting noise falling back. I started to run down the hallway paved by wooden planks when I heard “No baby don’t leave” 

My feet slid on the floor like a carton when I realized who’s voice it was. Turning around I bolted back t the room laying my eyes on Jerome who was laying on the ground his nose bleeding. “Jerome?” I said in awe. He smiled lifting himself up. “Hello doll . Did ya miss me?.” I kissed him roughly he was slow to catch up to my lips due to what I guessed was shock but soon began o explore my bod like he used to. Grunting he lifted me up and laid me down carefully on the bed. Climbing on top of me never separating our lips. My fingers gently took off his shirt throwing it onto the ground. My body tingled while touching his bare chest. He stopped bringing his lips by my ear. “I told you I would get you out of the circus.”

Thank you all for reading if you would like me to continue this please leave me a comment. More to come Same-Bat-time Same Bat-channel

Originally posted by putoflaco