why is their house messed up

Voltron Ghost Adventures AU where all five of them are just a mess of clunky camera gear and nerves and they constantly have the weirdest experiences as they stumble into haunted houses just hoping for the best

  • “Pidge, you brought the night vision goggles right???” “No, you said grab provisions. I got some Skittles and a Twinkie. Why, do you want the Twinkie?” “Pidge, you had one job.”
  • For some reason, spirits in almost every single house grab Lance’s ass and no one can figure out why
  • “Jesus, Hunk, take me to dinner first” “Lance, I’m across the hall” “Ohhhh my gooooood GUUUYS A SPIRIT JUST GRABBED MY ASS”
  • Shiro always gets things thrown at him. like, every single time. It’s where he’s gotten most of his scars because they’ll be walking into a kitchen and a chair will come skrrrrting around the corner and fly at his face
    • “But why is it always me?” “Probably because you’re so offensively good-looking” 
  • If there’s a scary doll in the house, it will find Keith. It always does.
    • *somewhere, Keith shrieks* “haha guess you could call Keith a chick magnet” “Lance, I hope a spirit pushes you down the stairs just because you said that stupid pun” “Y’know, Pidge, you’re always so sweet to me”
  • Hunk screams at any movement or creak in the house, every single time
  • Pidge gets into the habit of talking with the spirits like they’re her best friends and ignores imminent danger because she just explains it as them having a nice conversation
    • “Hunk, put me down, I’m fine, Charlene just wants to point me to where her body is” “PIDGE, THERE IS A KNIFE FLYING TOWARDS YOUR FACE I DON’T THINK SHE CARES IF YOU FIND HER BODY”
  • Most of the time, they just end up recording them creeping around abandoned shacks really carefully
  • Hunk always uses too much zoom so when he and Lance are exploring the west side of a mansion and Lance turns around and whispers “did you hear that”, all that Hunk sees on his night vision camera is Lance’s huge glowy eyes and his gigantic nostrils
  • At least once a week, they get locked in the basement of wherever they’re exploring and it always becomes a situation of life or death for them to escape yet they forget to plan for how to prevent it for the next time
4

Now each of these four founders formed their own house; for each

Did value different virtues; in the ones they had to teach.  (x)

unpopular opinion: there’s no way we can get a great garnet episode at this point

aka why i can understand why garnet stopped having episodes dedicated to her.

this isnt to justify the lack of episodes dedicated to her, but rather my anger and frustrations with the crewniverse for repeatedly stunting any development for her and turning her into a really bland and overly forgiving mom character

garnet transformed from this mysterious mother figure that would do quirky things and have spouts of anger to a faux progressive happy go lucky character (odlaws’ put my issue into words perfectly if you wanna understand it more)

like back in season 1? what were garnet’s flaws:

she was awkward, she would turn violent if you pushed her hard enough, she over estimates steven, she can lose focus easily, her stoic persona made her come off as uncaring and intimidating

after jailbreak, keeping it together and cry for help you would think garnet would face new conflicts such as trust issues, dealing with PTSD, coping with horrific imagery, letting things go, etc

but no. we never get any of that. we’re not ALLOWED to get any of that. instead all that emotion and turmoil is given to ruby and sapphire. really godbless these characters, i still love them to death and despite some of my issues with keystone motel, its still a really solid and enjoyable ep. But this arc was supposed to be about garnet being hurt. pearl was jealous of garnet and pearl hurt garnet. when pearl was insulting sugilite no one went “how rude of pearl to insult amethyst and garnet”. We all understood that sugilite was a separate identity who made her own decisions and garnet and amethyst weren’t influencing it. 

even when ruby and sapphire were angry about how they were hurt, RUBY was in the wrong because she didnt want to forgive pearl right away and sapphire told her that forgiving pearl was the right thing. ignoring the fact that that was a terrible message to send, that you need to just forgive people who hurt you right away just because they’re close friends, we never get a chance to see garnet vent and show her anger. even in Friend Ship, it ended with garnet playing the life coach for pearl DESPITE pearl not giving a proper apology and instead making bad excuses and using guilt tripping tactics (”im not strong enough” “im just useless”). its like the tumblr equivalent of someone going “i know i did something bad i get it im trash i deserve to die”. But garnet can’t shut that down can she? garnet cant receive a good apology can she? no she has to sit down and stroke Pearl’s ego for a goddamn minute.

garnet cant express her feelings because that’s wrong and bad! pearl can scream at a child and smack a wall simply because he tried to be supportive but garnet cant be mad. garnet’s not allowed to express her feelings. Friend Ship and Cry For Help made me realize something awful.

when garnet’s mad its not sympathetic, it’s scary

back in season 1 I forgave it since garnet was an imposing figure. she’s weird and mysterious. when she was mad it was over things like accidentally getting her glasses knocked off and ronaldo kidnapping steven. you could laugh at the situation with her and not really take her anger seriously enough

so you would think given the circumstances, the writers would understand that we should sympathize with garnet since she was violated. which isnt at all funny and nearly made her defuse.

But you’re not supposed to empathize with garnet. you’re not supposed to relate to her. You’re not supposed to go “poor garnet thats so messed up”. you’re instead supposed to react like “Yeah that was messed up but WHY is she mad at pearl :(”

amethyst complains about the house being awkward and taking neither sides despite it clearly being something that she should be supporting garnet in. steven doesnt support garnet either. when pearl snapped at steven in Rose’s Scabbard, steven chases after her and spends some time with her to lift her mood. But steven didn’t care to do anything for garnet. Steven didn’t invite her to come to the motel. Steven didn’t take the time to talk to her. and Steven didn’t make any attempt to relate to her.

and yet guess who did get the good ol’ “get coddled like a baby” treatment.

pearl. someone who was the cause of all this drama. who not only violated a friend several times, but delayed their mission and risked endangering everyone for the sake of feeling good about herself. but ofc the writer’s woobie fave could never do anything wrong :(

an entire arc that should’ve been meant to flesh out both garnet and pearl ended up shelving garnet and treating pearl like the victim in all of this. that SHE’S the one who needs help.

how insulting

a black woman who sang a song about the importance of love and fusion, who nearly fell apart when she saw forced fusions, is not the victim in this. the Cry For Help was about pearl. garnet needed to drop all her feelings for pearl.

And afterwards it just went downhill from there. its like the show completely gave up on garnet.

more focus and screen time was given to ruby and sapphire, who again i love, but get more development than garnet.

and finally we reach “Log Date 7 15 2″ or as i like to call it “the rise of magical negro garnet”

Peridot’s comments don’t piss off Garnet. You don’t see her get visibly angry. She barely musters a response except for mildly bored look. I wasn’t asking for “garnet beats up peridot for being a homophobe”, but I know very well that garnet would not be the type to just allow Peridot to spend several days making off color comments. Garnet looks bored to mildly pleased. 

You could call this character development except… not really? Garnet smiling more does not equal Garnet being way more tolerant of disrespectful behavior. But since this was an arc for peridot i forgave it a bit. 

But then came episodes like Gem Harvest where Garnet would seriously be the last person to just shut up and tolerate Andy’s disrespectful behavior. And in Mindful Education we see garnet using ruby and sapphire to express how they handle trauma rather than Garnet using her own emotions.

Garnet isn’t flawed anymore. Garnet doesn’t make awkward comments or act in ways that are oddly violent. She’s not brash or passionate. She’s just there to offer advice.

Finally there’s Room For Ruby, an episode that made me sit and go “there is no way in hell this is the same garnet before”

  • garnet was already cautious with Steven trying to train a corrupted gem, why would she not even moniter him teaching Navy about earth (i know they think she’s dumb but she’s not an animal and there’s a reason why the diamonds sent out those rubies)
  • garnet saw a future where navy did not care about being a crystal gem and did nothing. excuse me? Garnet says herself her future vision works like a river with various streams connecting to it, and relies on the future thats most common (she when she jumped in front of a spilled coffee pot to protect steven). garnet even understood at the end of the episode that bad futures are possible and risky, and if they’re most common she needs needs to act on it. why on earth would garnet see a future where navy takes the ship and leave and not do anything about it
  • she was waaaaay too laxed about steven failing to stop navy. remember when she said she was terrified of Blue Diamond? Or when she smashed a warp pad just for seeing peridot show up? 

garnet’s cool with everything now. she doesnt care. she became the most assertive member of the team to the most passive. she’s easy to convince and push. she lacks any depth outside of “quiet mom who smiles sometimes”.

i cant believe im saying this but i honestly thing the crew fucked with her personality harder than lapis. because at least in lapis’s case, there was no concrete identity for her.

but there was one for garnet, one we all loved. 

awkward, funny, quirky, sensitive and assertive garnet.

the writers could have developed it more and jailbreak made me believe we were going to see more of her. but instead the writers decided decided “Garnet with layered personalities is a bit too much for us. so we gotta simplify her. make her the walking shoulder to cry on. the friend that enables everything you do, she just loves steven and thats all that matters.”

and that’s all garnet is now. she’s almost like peridot. happy go lucky, overly forgiving and a shell of her former self.

and that makes me mad

You know how in Grey’s Anatomy Meredith’s house is the safe space for everyone where strays are always welcome and all of them have lived there at one point or another? 

I think Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes was like this for the HP crew after the war.

Lee had been so involved with Potterwatch. It kept him distracted and busy, but after it became unnecessary, he just kinda crashed. And Fred may not have been family but Lee still lost a best friend and was worried for his other best friend. So Lee was the first one to move in above WWW and help George run it. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie move in shortly after. They really don’t even think about it. They’ve been so hard and so tough for so long now that they need a place to learn how to laugh again. And doing it together seems only natural after all their years of Quidditch together.

Ron didn’t even know how to function after the war. When he finally started dealing with things, he moved in with Lee and Angelina and Alicia and Katie and George and also helped out with WWW. Ron always thought WWW was genius, especially in the midst of the brewing war, and both Hermione and Harry recognized this and pushed him to go be involved with it.

Katie manages a job at St. Mungo’s after a few months and finds a nice little flat closer to the hospital that’s easier to be on call from. She doesn’t want to go alone, so Alicia goes with her. Angelina and Lee and Ron stay with George and WWW.

Ginny had to go back to school. She really only made it through the year because she knew Molly would never let her quit and it wasn’t a fight she had the energy for. But as soon as she graduated, off to WWW she went to live and work with George, Lee, Angelina, and Ron.

Ginny and Neville talk a lot, so Ginny sees how lost Neville is and how much he needs a break after leading DA and the war and being unhappy with the job he took so he would have some money to save up for his own place. So Ginny pesters Neville into moving in with them and working at WWW for a while.

At this point, the quarters are getting pretty tight - nothing new for George, Ron, or Ginny, but Lee’s an only child and he’s a bit of an introvert. And being away from a radio mic for so long has made Lee realize how much he truly just enjoyed the radio thing, so he moves out to pursue this, with an open invitation to return at any time. Angelina silently follows shortly after that, saying she needed space to heal but now she needs space to think. Wherever she goes, none of them are sure, but George suspects it’s either her family or Alicia and Katie.

Ginny also talks to Luna quite a bit and damn is Luna really messed up right now and feeling quite left out but doesn’t have the confidence to be able to ask to move in to WWW with everyone and feels a bit bad about leaving her father but he’s still kinda suffocating her because he’s messed up, too. Ginny floos to Luna and basically just drags her to WWW to live with everyone and tells Xenophilius that Andromeda might have room at him for her house and she could possibly use some more help with little Teddy.

So now George, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna are all living cozy in WWW and helping out at the store. And this is how they stay for a while.

Until Neville accidentally ends up buying a house he can’t afford by himself (he’d thought he was over this “why me” thing) but it turns out to be a good thing because Ginny just got an official offer for Quidditch and she and Luna are happy to help out with rent for a while, so the three of them move out. George is sad to see them go, but tbh, Luna’s not really great in the shop, so it’s kind of a relief that she’ll be coping in other ways.

But just like that it’s George and Ron alone and it seems too lonely compared to how it’s always been. Not to worry, though, because Harry and Hermione have been living together, but they’re both really lonely without Ron and - hey - there’s finally room for them at WWW. After an argument over whether or not they need to ask, they end up apparating outside the shop one night and throwing rocks at the upstairs windows, giggling together and wondering if wixen ever do this or if it’s just a muggle thing. They’re invited right in and WWW is all nice and cozy again with George, Ron, Hermione, and Harry living there.

Then they go to the Burrow one night for the family dinner that Molly insists on having once a month, and Percy is there and clearly wasn’t telling his siblings the full truth of how he feels because he looks downright terrible. So George, Ron, Hermione, and Harry go back to WWW that night with a new roommate. 

Hermione’s never been too into WWW, although she certainly respects all the innovation and hard work George manages for it, so she’s ready to leave before both her boys are. But neither Ron nor Harry are ready to leave yet, so Hermione gets that job at the Ministry that she prefers over WWW but doesn’t move out just yet.

Until one night Dean and a crying (”I’m not crying!”) Seamus show up to the shop. Being separated throughout the war and spending every night thinking that Dean was dead made Seamus tired of being in the closet. He and Dean just wanted to be together. But Seamus’ folks don’t really take it that well and neither him or Dean are doing that well and they don’t know where else to go. So they spend the night at WWW, which is really cramped, but none of them even think to complain.

In the next few days, a lot happens. Luna’s decided to travel the world a bit. Look for all those creatures she wants to see. Neville’s thinking of going with her. Harry and Ginny have been having Serious Talks trying to work out how they feel and what they want. Hermione’s been ready to move out, and Ron finally feels like he can breathe without breaking in half. And there isn’t room for all of them at WWW. So Neville and Luna set off, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron move in with Ginny. And George, Percy, Dean, and Seamus have a little more room to move around WWW.

But there’s only so much of Percy running the shop too much his way that George can take, and soon George has got Percy convinced that yes he can too do a fine job working at the Ministry. And that’s the push that Percy needed to get back on track with his life plans, which include not living at WWW forever.

And George doesn’t really know how it happened - he wasn’t really even friends with some of the people who’ve passed through - but his place becomes the Go To Place. The Place of Comfort. The Place That Welcomes. And it just… doesn’t really stop because George never minds and he never says no. Through the years, pretty much everyone lives there at one point. 

Charlie lives there at one point when he happens to be in the middle of jobs. Bill and Fleur move in for a bit while she’s pregnant because things are really busy and they need another person to be there to help out. Bill and Lavender had been hanging out because they’re the closest support each has for lycanthropy. Once Bill and Fleur move out after the baby is born, Lavender ends up with George because she definitely doesn’t want to put the baby at risk. Which leads to Parvati coming to WWW and they live with George until Parvati convinces Lavender they can handle this and they move out together. Parvati must have mentioned something to Padma about George seeming like he didn’t want to live alone, so suddenly he’s got Padma and Cho and Marietta living with him for a while. Oliver lives there sometimes during the offseason of Quidditch when he decides he doesn’t like his house and doesn’t plan far enough ahead to rent a new place before leaving the old. Lee and Katie move back in for a while in between other roommates, partially for their sake and partially for George’s. Angelina pops by sometimes but usually only stays a night or two. Most of his niblings even live there - for a lot of them, WWW is their first job. When Molly dies, Arthur moves in and stays with George until he, too dies.

And George ends up just really never living alone? But he’s really okay with it because he’s not sure he was ever meant to be alone, anyway.

Stay With Me

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car accident.

A/N: This came to me when I was at the library and the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith came on. Let me know what you think? I’ll do it as part of my Jeff x Reader series. ALSO I will be doing all of my requests as well, and some of them that I do will just be your memories of Jeff. Should I make it a separate series? Let me know what you guys think! :D

This is just a preview!

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me? Because I was thinking,” your boyfriend rubs his thumb across your lip. “We can stop and…” he trails off, biting his lip.

You roll your eyes. “You get a taste and now you can’t stop.”

He chuckles at that. “Technically I didn’t get to taste you,” he grins when notices how your cheeks turn pink. “But that can change.”

Suddenly a body bumps into you from behind. “She can’t go anywhere,” Hannah, who has had too much drink, slurs. “She has to stay here and… and…”

“Fine,” Jeff huffs. “Hog my baby.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Hurry back,” you lean up and kiss him softly. “We can take advantage of one of the rooms. I’ll let you have another taste.”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” another peck to his lips you watch him walk over to his car. Why he volunteered to do a beer run was beyond you. Once he’s gone, you turn to Hannah. “You’re a mess.”

She giggles. “No, I’m clean!”

 You sigh and wave Clay over who just walked out of the house. “Where’s Jeff?”

“Beer run,” you answer and he frowns.

“But he’s been drinking.”

“He had two beers, two hours ago,” you chuckle. “He’s fine.”

You and Clay try to handle a tipsy Hannah, but she was a sassy drunk. She took her empty beer cup and throws it at Alex. Your brother raises a brow. “Why did she throw a cup at me?”

You can’t help but laugh at that, “She must’ve mistaken you for the trash can.”

“Ha ha ha,” Alex gives you the finger. You laugh again.

But your laugh was cut off by the sound of tires squealing and the sound of- “Oh god, Clay,” you cry. “Jeff!”

———————————–

You woke up to feeling of something on your face. You sit up and blink the sleep out of your eyes. It’s Jeff’s fingers, twitching against your cheek. Your eyes widen, “Help! He’s awake!”

———————————–

The Doctor opens the door, giving you the okay to go in. “Come on, sweetie,” Mrs. Akins takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze. You look over at Clay and Hannah, both of them giving you a smile.

When you walk into the room, the first thing you want to do is throw yourself into his arms, but you don’t. He’s sitting up, but he still looks weak. The doctor follows in behind you.

“Look who’s here to see you, Jeff,” he gives a smile. “Your family. They’ve been here since day one,” he points to you. “Especially this one.”

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Atkins rushes over to her only child. “I was so worried- we all were.”

“We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Mr. Atkins adds in.

“When can I go home?” Jeff asks, voice rough. “I hate hospitals.”

“Soon baby, soon.”

His eyes move from his mom to you. You smile, “I’ve missed you.”

He’s quiet. Then, he tilts his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, but… do I know you?”

kazually burns down school 

The Falsettos: 2016 Revival: A Summary
  • 4 Jews in a Room Bitching: the song where you try to SiNg aLl The PaRts of At ONce
  • A Tight Knit Family/Love is Blind: trying to make shitty situations better am I right
  • The Thrill of First Love: wash and wear?
  • Marvin at the Psychiatrist: a three part mini opera
  • My Father's a homo: Let's all gang up on Jason and try to pretend he's the most messed up one yay
  • This had better come to a stop: marvin: a dick : a three part mini opera
  • I'm Breaking Down: basically "when it all falls down" from Chaplin
  • Please come to our house: that one spoken part that Mendel does that makes me uncomfortable
  • A Marriage Proposal: let's try to make things less shitty
  • Trina's song / March of the falsettos: the minor key *wee*
  • Making a home: trying to make it better again
  • The Games I play: Andrew. Rannells.
  • Marvin Hits Trina: why is her name "trih-nun" and not "treenuh" but also marvin is a dick again
  • I Never Wanted to Love you: rip out my heart why don't you
  • Father to Son: my fathers still a homo
  • Falsettoland/About time: There's lesbians now!!!
  • Year of the child: bar mitzvah food!
  • Miracle of Judaism: my fathers a homo but I'm not
  • The Baseball Game: Jews can't play baseball for shit
  • A Day in Falsetto land: im breaking down pt 2
  • Everyone hates his parents: it's true
  • anD THEN THE SHOW ENDS IT JUST STOPS THERE NOBODY DIES NOBODY NOPE IT JUST ENDS RIGHT THERE
Keep It On

This goes out to @illumninate I hope you like this lol. 

Imagine: Shawn reacting to you wearing that polka dot shirt 🙃 


“Shit.” 

The jar of tomato sauce slipped from your hands and onto the counter, sauce spilling all over you and onto the floor. 

Shit.

You scramble to get a dishrag to clean up the offending sauce before you disrobe and toss your stained garments into the wash. You’re literally running through the house topless in your underwear to make your way into the bedroom to find something to cover up. Shawn’s duffel bag is still at the foot of the bed, open but untouched. Laying on top was the dark button up shirt, the one with the polka dots, that you liked a lot

“Why the hell not?” you ask yourself before taking it out of the bag and putting it on, buttoning only a couple buttons down the middle. Then you’re off back to the kitchen to finish making dinner and hopefully not make another mess this time. 

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The Arrangement: Part 2

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 2

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2421

Warnings: Language, drinking, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is part two of a multi-part series. Read Part 1 here. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by im-bigbrother-dean

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Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Sakamaki prologue ~translation~

This translation was made by: @ariadnasmtk
Y gracias a @rabbaniworld que hizo los monólogos :3 Muchas gracias chicas!


Place: Outside the Sakamaki Mansion.


Yui: (Fuu…Today was exhausting as well.)
Yui: (Now that I finished that small exam I had, I’m going to take a bath and go to sleep.)

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Percy Jackson Headcanon

Originally posted by scorilyisotp

Percy and Annabeth would have a daughter around the age of 23, a college mishap turning into the start of a beautiful family. It would take Annabeth a bit to fully understand how a baby has needs, turns out all those parenting books were crap compared to the real thing. Percy, however, was a natural at caring for their newborn daughter. This caused their daughter to become a daddy’s girl very quickly and surprisingly, she also had inherited her father’s ability to talk to sea life and bend water(only a small amount). By the age of 4 she was causing the house to flood because of a temper tantrum, Percy cleaning up the mess with his own abilities as Annabeth questioned why she had to fall in love with a water boy. It was odd though, it was as if their daughter were a mini Annabeth with Percy’s powers, the curly blonde hair paired with gray eyes were almost identical to her mother’s. Mahala Ann-Marie Jackson was spoiled to death by her father who always had a soft spot for curly blondes with grey eyes.

-Day

angeloaktree  asked:

Hello lovely! Just wanted to say that your imagines are beyond wonderful! I constantly read them through out the day and I wish I could write as good as you. I have a request if you don't mind. Can you write one where Betty somehow meets Jughead's father (you can come up with the scenario, if you want) and later Jughead finds out then panics, because he's worried that Betty's opinion about him will change since he's dad is a serpent. Thank you kindly and keep up the good work!!

Thankyou so much! I can’t tell you must I appreciate that!
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Jughead pulled his heavy bag along the dirt, the trailer park was quiet at this time, everyone who lived here was usually sleeping or doing something illegal. He had just started living here, his dad and him were repairing their relationship, it was definitely a slow road but they were making progress.

Spotting his home in the distance, he lifted his bag. Suddenly a very familiar blonde ponytail was walking out the front door of his trailer, followed closely by his father.

“What the hell?” He was quick to duck behind a post, what was betty doing at his place? And why was she having a conversation with his father.

He was ready to jump in and Save her from whatever uncomfortable situation his father had gotten her mixed up in, when he noticed the pair laughing and smiling. His dad placed a hand on Betty’s shoulder and jughead could make out the words

“Thank you Betty, I really appreciate it.”

Betty nodded

“I’m doing this for Jughead. Don’t mess it up.” He could tell she was trying to be intimidating, but she just looked out of place. Her perfectly pressed light blue shirt, white tank top and pastel pink cardigan stuck out amongst the junkyard of dirt and trash.

“I won’t. You’re a good friend , girl.”

She blushed

“I better get home before Jughead shows up. So I’ll see you Saturday? Bright and early?”

He nodded as Betty walked down the step

“I’ll be there at 7:30 on the dot.”

She put her thumbs up and walked away smiling at his father as she left.

Leaning farther against the post as Betty walked past, he quickly slipped behind her, heading towards his house more angry than he had been in a long time.

Slamming the front door shut, he stood in front of his father, eyes narrowed as his bag hit the floor with a loud

“THUD”

His dad looked up from the paper he was reading “hey jug. How was school?”

Cutting to the chase

“Why was Betty here?”

His fathers eyes widened

“How did you..?”

“Oh please, like I wouldn’t see her, she doesn’t belong here dad. She doesn’t belong talking to you. And whatever mess you’ve gotten her in. I want her out of it. Now.” Jughead was fuming and his authoritative voice was loud

“Calm down Forsythe. Betty’s not in any mess. And if she was I have a feeling that girl can get herself out of any problem. She’s a good girl.”

Jughead slammed his hands on the table

“Yeah she is, exactly why I don’t want you talking to her. I don’t want her here. Why was she here?!”

“She was here to help me out.” His father said an underlying hint of embarrassment lacing his words

“What? What kind of help?”

“She got me a job Jughead. I’m gonna be working at her fathers mechanic shop. He needed someone to fix the motorcycles and Betty told him about me. It’s a real job, with benefits and everything.” It was obvious he was excited and jughead felt his shoulders lose all that tension he had been holding

“How did she know where we live?”

Jugheads dad shook his head, smiling slightly

“Come on boy, I didn’t raise you to be that oblivious did I? The girls got it bad for you. She was worried. She followed you home, found out who I was and didn’t give it a second thought. Just found a way to help. You can do much worse son. Much worse.”

Quickly jughead was out the door, heading towards Betty’s house, running faster than he thought possible.

Panting and out of breath he knocked on the door, leaning over and placing his hands to his knees.

Lifting his head at the sound of the opening door, his eyes caught Betty’s bright green ones, her normal tight pony tail was replaced by a messy bun on the top of her head.

“Juggie? Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

He had her in his arms in seconds flat. Lips on hers, delicious taste of strawberry lipgloss filling his mouth.

She squeaked in surprise but quickly adjusted, moving tighter into him and attacking his mouth with equal vigor.

He pulled away, hands still tight on her waist

“Oh” she whispered

“Betty Cooper, you really are something else.”

anonymous asked:

Being friends with Shawn

  • “Shawn, why didn’t you tell me my hair was a mess?”
  • “Oh sorry, I didn’t notice.”
  • Having inside jokes
  • Being one of the first people he tells when something happens
  • Knowing each others go to Starbucks order
  • Getting random text messages from him while he’s away on tour
  • MONSTER MUNCH CRISPS ARE SO GOOD.”
  • YOU HAVE TO TRY THEM. I’ll bring some back home for you.”
  • Laughing at things no one else understands
  • Having countdowns to when he’s coming home
  • Having traditions and things you always do together
  • Getting those “Are you awake?” Texts at midnight
  • And then Shawn showing up at your house
  • “Lets get ice cream.”
  • “Shawn, its 1am. Nothing is open.”
  • “Lets go for a drive then.”
  • Complaining to him about your boy problems
  • And Shawn trying to offer advice, but not really helping much
  • You’re never afraid to tell Shawn when he’s being dumb
  • Both of you calling each other out when necessary
  • Only because you care and want the best for the other person
  • Your friends joking that you’re dating because you’re always together
  • Movie nights and sleepovers
  • 100% platonic cuddling
  • Randomly coming home to find Shawn watching tv with your little brother
  • Or trying to help your sister with homework
  • Because he just showed up at your house but you weren’t home
  • So he stayed and hung out with your siblings until you got home
  • Having your own VIP lanyard to get into his shows
  • It has your name and picture
  • All of his fans knowing who you are
  • Constantly having to tell people that you’re not dating
  • Hearing his new music before its released
  • Knowing about his upcoming projects and having to keep them secret
  • Playfully arguing about stupid things
  • Joking about getting married when you’re thirty 
  • If you both are still single by then
  • “Thanks for keeping me grounded.” 
  • “I know I can trust you to tell the truth.” 
  • Lazy afternoons sitting side by side on the couch
  • Trying to think of things to do
  • Watching a tv show together
  • And a lot of anger if one of you cheats and watches it without the other
  • FaceTiming Shawn when he’s in another country for work
  • And you just broke up with your boyfriend
  • Him just listening to talk about your ex for an hour straight
  • And not even complaining because he knows you just need to talk
  • Him knowing when you have a big project or exam coming up
  • And texting you after to hear how it was
  • “I’m grateful for you, you know that right?” 
  • Getting voice memos of Shawn’s songs as he writes them
  • And him asking for you opinion
  • Shawn constantly getting asked about you in interviews
  • And having to tell everyone that you’re not dating
  • You’re just best friends
  • And that he loves you, but not like that
Home

A/N: So I got bored and wrote this. It’s total spur of the moment and probably terribly written so apologies. Also thank you for the great reception to Overdue!

Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Fluff💕 homeless Jug. Some cursing.
Description: Reader finds out about Jughead’s living situation and fluff ensues.

“YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING WHERE?”

The poor beanie clad boy winced at the high pitched sound that just emitted from his girlfriend.

“Under the stairs at school. And the drive in.” He mumbled playing with the hem of his shirt.

You had received a text from Archie while you and Jug had been discussing his latest findings in the murder of Jason Blossom up in your bedroom.

Archie: Hey can you tell Jug that his laptop charger turned up in our room? He was freaking out this morning about it and I can’t get in touch with him.

‘Our room’? There were two logical explanations for this: Either Jughead and Archie were having an affair or he was living with Archie.

“Jesus Christ Jughead I have a fucking spare room in my house and you have been living in a janitor’s closet. Why did you not fucking tell me? I found out from Archie that my boyfriend of a year was homeless! I could have h-helped you.” The girls voice cracked in the middle of the last sentence which made Jughead look up from his shoes which he had been so enthralled with.

You were less angry with Jughead and his pride than you were with yourself for not noticing anything.

“I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I couldn’t drag you into the mess that was my living situation. I know I should have told you but I-I just couldn’t.” It’s ok though now, I’m gonna stay with Archie.“ Jughead held her small frame in his arms as he spoke.

“I understand where your coming from just, Jug, please come to me in future. I’ll do anything to help you with whatever.” You inhale his familiar scent, something forever soothing to you. This meant a lot to you, both Jughead and yourself struggled with expressing vulnerability, this occasionally caused problems but they were easily smoothed over. This pure, unadulterated emotion and love.
You both just stood there in a comforting silence for several minutes before a thought popped into your mind.

“Jug, how many decent homemade meals have you had over the last few years?” You tilted your head up to the (much) taller boy.

Food has always been an important part of your family’s life, so when you think of home, you think of a meal at the table. No matter how difficult the time, or how broke your family was: there was always a good dinner.

So naturally, when something like this happens, your first thought is to make sure everyone is well fed.

“Well if Pop’s counts as a homemade meal, then every day?” Your family absolutely adored Jughead and your mom; English teacher and literature enthusiast, was always dying to get a look at his novel. Safe to say, he spent quite a lot of time in your house.

“Right, first things first, I’m making you a decent wholesome meal. Downstairs, now.” He ate at your house sometime when he was over at dinner time, but it was different this time. You had no idea he was homeless then. Now, with him safely settled with the Andrews, you were getting him back to decent meals and not kidney beans from a tin.

Walking downstairs to the kitchen and grabbing an Italian cookbook, you started to take out the ingredients for Carbonara.

“Right, Jug. You chop the bacon and grate the parmasen.” You were actually a fairly good cook, with the ability to make several signature dishes.

After about 30 minutes Jug and yourself were sitting at your table, plating up the meal.

“You’ll make a great little housewife someday Y/N/N.” Jughead said smirking, trying to wind you up.

“Umm hmm… not where I feel my destiny lies Juggie.” You laugh smacking him over the head.

A comfortable silence descended over the both of you as you demolished the pot of pasta. When you were both done, you clear everything away and make your way to the sofa.

“Whatcha think? Juno or The Breakfast Club?” You can feel the warmth radiate off him as you lean into his chest.

“Let’s go for The Breakfast Club. Haven’t watched that in about 3 days.” He pulls you closer into him.

Just before the end of the film, as you begin to feel a little sleepy; Jug turns your face so you’re looking at him.

“Thank you Y/N. Thank you for always being there for me and understanding me. I really love you so much. No matter what, you are my home” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“I love you too Jug. Always have, always will. Wherever we end up, if we’re together: that is home. You wanna stay here tonight? We can put another film on?” You smile hopefully.

“I sure do, your choice this time.”

Pulling a blanket around you both, you both fell asleep halfway through Scott Pilgrim and when your mother let Betty and Veronica in later that night, they found you both asleep on the sofa. All tangled limbs and messy hair. Both girls whispered about how adorable the scene was, snapped a few pictures and left you both in peace, in each other’s arms.

Beautifully Flawed

Summary: Dean comforts you after a rough hunt and reminds you how strong you really are.

Characters: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: angst, guilt, mentions vamp hunts, language, fluff, dean being cute af

“Are you serious? Do you have to do that right now?” you complained as Dean turned up the music up in the impala as he sped down the road. Your head was banging after spending the night at the local bar, drowning your emotions in alcohol and some sleazy guy after a rough solo hunt the day before.

Dean let out a short scoff and kept his eyes in the road in front, “Bobby was going out of his mind worrying about you, you know that right? Jesus Y/N, you can’t just take off for days at a time without telling anyone,” he gritted out, his tone blunt and his hands held tight around the steering wheel.

Too tired to argue, you let out a short sigh and rested your head back on the seat. You could tell he was more pissed than he had the right to be. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been on solo hunts before, you were an adult and a damn good hunter. But some cases just took more of a toll on you than others.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Dean’s voice woke you from the numb sleep you’d drifted into.

Running a hand over your face you sat up and looked over to Dean. “Why are we not back at Bobby’s house?” you asked, confused as you looked out of the window at a house you didn’t recognise.  

“Because I’m working a case. You want to help me out?” he asked, a softer tone in his voice than before.

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Reputation; Series (Part 8)

Summary: Zhang Yixing was a typical jock. He had the looks, athleticism, and cockiness, all the makings of a football boy. Though he was popular and had people around him at all times, he didn’t talk much. There had to be another side to him, and you needed to find out.


PART 8

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Member: Chanyeol, Lay, and Xiumin

Words: 2,164

A/N: This part has been such a pain in my ass. Please enjoy it.


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Little Sister

Brett Talbot X Reader

Word Count: 515

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you do A Brett talbot imagine where he meets your 5 year old little sister

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Brett has asked you to come to his Lacrosse game, you wanted to go but then your parents asked you to babysit, Brett said that you could bring you little sister with you. Your parents had met Brett but most of the time your little sister had steered clear of him, it was your parents anniversary so that was why you were babysitting. So now you were chasing her around the house trying to get her ready. “Will you get back here.” You called, there was a knock at your door drawing your attention “It’s open!” You called standing up to take a breath, you’d been chasing your sister around for about an hour now.

“Are you missing something?” Brett asked walking in with your sister on his hip.

“I swear every time that we have places to go,” You mumbled as he sat in front of you, you grabbed the baby wipes and cleaned her face “You are a mess.”

“She’s cute,” Brett argued as he bounced her on his knee making her laugh.

“Mmm, ” You hummed as you put your shoes on. You walked over to the front door and grabbed her coat you turned to see Brett whispering something in her ear you raised an eyebrow as you asked “ready?”

“Totally.” Brett smiled standing up and taking the coat from you and helping her put it on.

“What did he tell you?” You asked.

“It’s a secret.” she whispered.

You were up on the bleachers after (Y/S/N) insisted that you sat down, you made sure that she ha a drink and something to eat while she watched the game, you were fussing over her when a shadow loomed over you, you glanced up and saw Brett “You okay?” You asked.
“Yeah are you okay?” he asked. You nodded and he leant down and kissed your forehead before ruffling your sister’s hair and running off before she could get him back. (Y/S/N) watched the game intently.
“(Y/N) what colour is Brett,” she asked.
“Green.” You smiled she then looked back at the field before talking again.
“What number?” she asked.
“28.” You answered and watched as her eyes searched the field for the number printed on the back of a green jersey. The game ended in a draw and you both waited for Brett to finish changing before you could go home. When he came out (Y/S/N) was leant up against you side falling asleep. Brett smiled before shifting his bag and then picking her up. “Let’s get going beautiful.” Brett smiled sticking his hand out for you to take.

You got home fairly quickly and put her in bed, once that was done you got changed yourself and climbed into bed resting your head on Brett’s shoulder before sighing. “I didn’t think she liked me,” Brett admitted while playing with your hair.
“She likes you.” You mumbled.
“Like you?” he asked.
“No, I love you.” You answered sleepily.
“I love it when you’re tired,” Brett smirked and you groaned before snuggling closer and finally falling asleep.

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“All of You” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,904

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Do you think I can get a Daryl x Plus Size Reader where she is in love with Daryl but pushes him away because she feels that she’s not good enough for him?

Warnings: Some self-hatred, language, alcohol, fluff, implied smut

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You stand in front of your mirror, just having got out of the shower. Your hair is still wet and its clinging to your shoulders, but you don’t mind. At least you guys have showers again. You don’t look as tired anymore, and you’re looking a whole lot more healthy since you guys arrived to Alexandria. You don’t like to admit it, but going here probably saved your guys’ lives.

You stare at yourself in the reflection. There’s no hiding that you’re plus-sized. You have been your entire life, even when you were a kid. Even during the outbreak, when you would go days without food, you still looked about the same. You don’t mind, not really- you have come to terms with it and you usually don’t let it affect you. You know you’re a great, beautiful person regardless of your size, and you’re a good asset to the group.

The only time that you let it bother you is when it came to one specific person. Daryl Dixon.

You’re in love with him, and you have been ever since you met him on the farm. You were entranced by how much he cared for that little girl, even if he failed to admit it. You could tell he was a good person underneath his hard exterior. Plus, it helps that he is attractive as hell and his arm muscles are god-worthy. Not to mention that you really like his hair now that it’s longer.

You’ve never told him how you felt. Not only because you two are friends and you treasure your friendship, but because you’re afraid he’ll shoot you down because of your size. You feel like you aren’t good enough for him. That he’ll want someone like Rosita, who’s not only beautiful, but thin.

Snapping yourself out of your self-degrading thoughts, you wrapped your towel around your body and walk over to your room to pick out clothes for the day. Even though you had access to wear better clothing, you much preferred your normal jeans and t-shirts. They were more comfortable and easier to move around in.

Throwing your wet hair into a bun, you slide on your shoes and head out the front door. You spot someone coming in the main gate, and you recognize the mysterious person as Daryl.

“Can ‘ya help me carry this?” Daryl shouts to you from across the street, holding three giant bags that were almost to the point of over spilling.

“Yeah!” You say almost over-enthusiastically. You walk over to him and grab one of the bags, following him to where he was taking them. “Successful run?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, good.” You try and keep the conversation going. “What all did you find?”

“Some medical supplies, some clothes. Also found a bottle of whiskey. Thought about chuggin’ that down tonight. Wanna join?” He smiles. You know he’s just being friendly- that’s what friends do- but it still makes your stomach turn with nervousness.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Daryl nods at you as you two set down the bags in front of Rick’s house, presumably so he can go through everything.

You didn’t see Daryl for the rest of the day, and your thoughts were running wild. You kept telling yourself that maybe Daryl was joking about drinking together later, or that you heard him wrong. Sure, you two had “hung out” before, but nothing like that. And the thought of being alone with Daryl in his house, drinking alcohol, maybe you get butterflies in your stomach.

By the time that night time had arrived, you weren’t sure if you could go through with your plans. Daryl makes you insanely nervous and you have no idea why. After you had finished up working with Maggie, you were a sweaty mess and you were desperate for a shower. You were walking back over to your house, but someone running towards you made you stop.

“Y/N? I thought ya were coming over.” Daryl came into view, frowning.

“I am, but I’ve been working all day and I need a shower.” You scrunch up your nose.

“Fine, I’m startin’ without ya though.”

“You could always ask someone else if they want to join, I’m sure-“

“Nah, wanna be with you.” Daryl interrupts, smiling, before leaving you alone on your doorstep.

As you shower, you remind yourself that he’s just being friendly, and that you shouldn’t look so far into things. He wouldn’t like a girl like you, you thought, so there is no need to be freaking out so badly. You don’t bother to wash your hair, as you cleaned it this morning, so the shower is quite quick.

You step out, and frown as you look into the mirror again. You’d come so far in terms of building self-confidence, but Daryl made you feel like you were in high school again, dripping of insecurity.

You put on a different pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, not even bothering to put on shoes as Daryl’s house was just next door. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he wouldn’t notice if you just didn’t show up? You shake your head, knowing that you’re being completely ridiculous. It’s Daryl. You’ve known him for years- you’ll be okay.

When you get to his house, you can see him sitting on his couch, holding the bottle of whiskey in his hand as he stared intently at the TV. You knock on the window, and he smiles when he sees you there, getting up immediately to let you in.

“Was startin’ to think you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Nah.” You go inside.

“Look, if ya don’t wanna be here, you can go.” Daryl looks at you, obviously noticing your tension.

“No, I want to be here, I promise.” You smile at him.

“Alright, good, ‘cause I want you here.” He leads you over to his couch, making you blush. He pours some of the whiskey into a cup and hands it to you.

“I have no idea how you managed to find an entire, unopened bottle of this stuff.” You take a sip, making a face at the burn in your throat. You haven’t had hard alcohol like this in a long time.

“Just got lucky I guess.”

“Real lucky.” You commented. “How did you manage to get this back without Glenn finding out?”

“I have my ways.” Daryl smirked, taking a drink straight out of the bottle.

The next few hours was spent talking about random things, and it made you feel at ease. You weren’t so nervous anymore (probably a mixture of being slightly tipsy and just having normal conversation with Daryl) and you were truly enjoying yourself.

You were setting yourself back down on the couch, having got up to go pee. Your buzz was wearing off and you were growing tired, and were thinking about heading home soon.

“Y’know, I don’t know why ya avoid me so much.” Daryl says, scooting his body closer to you as you sat down. You tense up, taking another drink of your whiskey to help calm your nerves. He was definitely drunker than you were.

“I don’t avoid you.” You say simply.

“Yeah, ya do.” He frowns. “I try ta hang around ya more, and the minute ya see me, ya go runnin’ off.”

“Must have not noticed.” You take a bigger drink of your alcohol.

“I used to think ya liked me, and shit, I think I like ya too, but now I’m startin’ to think I was wrong. I’m startin’ to think ya hate me.” He frowns.

“You like me?” You look at him dumbfounded.

“Well, I thought that was obvious.”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” You put it off, not believing what you’re hearing.

“I’m not as drunk as ya think I am. Regardless, a man’s most honest when he’s drunk, aint he?”

You’re silent for a while, not sure how to respond.

“You’re right about what you said.” You admit, sighing.

“That ya hate me? I fuckin’ knew it. I’m an idiot, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You yell, startling him. “About the other thing. About liking you. You’re right.”

“Oh. Good.” He smiles down at you. “If I hadn’t drank tonight, I wouldn’t have told ya how I felt. That’s why I wanted ya to come over.” He admits.

“Why do you like me, Daryl? I’m… Well, I’m not like the rest of the girls here. I’m not as thin or as beautiful as the rest of the girls. I’m no Maggie or Rosita. I’m not good enough for you.” You pour your feelings out, a sure sign that the whiskey was starting to work.

“Y/N,” Daryl grabbed your shoulders so you were facing him. “I don’ care about your size. That shit don’ matter to me. I like you for you, not for what size of jeans ya wear. You’re beautiful, hell, you’re prettier than Maggie and Rosita combined. I don’ want to hear ya ever talkin’ down about yourself again. Is that why you’ve been pushin’ me away so much?”

“Yeah. Didn’t think you’d want me.”

“I.” Daryl brings you into a kiss. He tastes like whiskey, but you don’t care, you melt into the kiss anyways. “Love.” He kisses you again. “You.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. There was no way this was happening. You bring your fingers to your arm, pinching yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming. The pain that ran through your arm alerted you that, no, this was real life. Not only was Daryl kissing you, but he was saying that he loved you.

You kiss him back, the shock finally wearing off. He’s an amazing kisser for someone who hadn’t been with anyone since you met him, and that was a long time ago.

“I love you too.” You pull away.

“I love all of you. I love your face,” Daryl kisses your lips softly. “I love your chest.” Daryl trails his kisses down your neck, giving you chills. “I love your stomach.” Daryl lifts up your shirt, kissing your bare stomach. You go to cover yourself up, but Daryl moves your hands away. “I love your thighs.” He starts kissing down your thighs, his lips lingering a little longer on your inner thighs. You can feel yourself weakening under his touch, desperate for more.  

“But most of all,” Daryl brings his face back up to yours. “I love your personality. I love everythin’ about ya. I don’t want ya to ever think that you’re not good enough for me ever again. You’re perfect.”

You answer him by crashing your lips onto his. He lays you down on the couch, bringing himself on top of you as he continued kissing you.

“Can we go up to your bedroom?” A burst of confidence ran through you, your body on fire.

“Yes, baby.” He grabs your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

The night was spent well, and you had never felt more happy in your life. You finally had the man of your dreams. He loved you, and that was the best feeling in the world.