[caption] Drack: Been a while since I encountered a new, friendly species. Last time was the humans. Vetra: Oh yeah–you lived through first contact with them, didn’t you? Drack: If I recall, my exact words were: “They’re bold for being so squishy. Do they know they’re mostly water?” Vetra: Harsh. Don’t let Ryder hear you.
tonight i realized how much i love you
watching you there,
seeing you smile.
tonight i remembered the past,
it’s been awhile now but my feelings have only grown.
i can’t talk about these emotions,
but i think about them all the time.
oh, what a wonderful memory,
when i was yours and you were mine.
i am so in love with you,
it’s okay that you don’t feel the same.
as long as you’re in my life, i’ll be okay.
but i can’t help but keep hope.
maybe one day.
When you romanticized someone, you’re making him or her to better suit to your idealistic expectations and making that person better than they actually are.
This is what I see with Chaorice. Despite the many wrong things he’d done and it was shown throughout the entire series what he’d did, there are fans who have put him on a high pedestal and romanticized his character as someone good, someone kind, someone ideal. In real life, a character like Chaorice is far from ideal. He’d be an utterly horrible person and you wouldn’t want someone like him as a boyfriend, not when he hurts and mistreats your friends. Azazel is the exact same but that’s another story.
Nina calling him cruel and terrible is right because he is that. He is cruel, he is malicious, he is remorseless and he is not kind. He is intelligent, he is arrogant, he is capricious and he lacks empathy. He knows what he’s doing. He’s not a fool. He just essentially declared a war with the gods, uncaring of what is going to actually happen afterwards.
He stormed into Cocytus, killed the demons there, destroyed the place, enslaved them and used them in a hideous blood sport that is the exact same as the Roman gladiators. He killed the lower dominion gods and stole something of theirs for his own use just because he can. He wants power, he has power. He found out that Jeanne has a very special and powerful child, someone he can use and he sent solders to pursued them. He is the reason why Jeanne is in the prison, why she and her son are split up and why she did what she could to make sure Mugaro/El lived.
You can like a character like Chaorice but you must also accept his many flaws and imperfections. I like Azazel but I also know that he is incredibly skewed.
It’s okay if you like these types of characters, no one said you shouldn’t. However, it’s not okay when you take them and turn to them that idealistic, unrealistic versions to make them better than who they are when they aren’t.
Summary: In order to get the information you need for case, you start to date the owner of an auction house’s daughter. Dean isn’t keen on the idea of you dating anyone else. Words: 8.5k (plus 2.8k smutty coda- smut can be avoided or read alone) Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess, brief Sarah x Reader Warnings: pseudo-infidelity, bi!reader Coda warnings: smutty smutty goodness
Beta: @blacksiren A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
Request: Reader x jughead where you are there when they take him in and support him through everything lots of love ❤
A/N: Honestly I feel this one was going to be very short only because I can only imagine the scene in episode 7. I know I wasn’t the only one that wanted to punch Sheriff Keller for trying to pin this on Jughead just because “he grew up in the wrong side of the tracks and has a dead beat dad” ooooohhh I wanted to punch him. The name is Jug. Jughead Jones. Also the reader is bit sassier in this imagine.
Words: 1087 Summary: Juggie gets taken in by Sheriff Keller, and Reader gets to see him and comforts him.
Spoilers: PROTECT JUGHEAD AT ALL COSTS!
Warnings: Jughead crying, like what? No he’s such a happy bean don’t make him cry ever again @ Riverdale Writers.
Fun Fact: Did you know Jellybean, Jughead initials are all FP Jones. Jughead- Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third Jellybean- Forsythia Pendleton Jones
Riverdale the small town that once was the epitome of all that was right in the world. Although growing up, you started seeing Riverdale for what it was, the epitome of everything that was wrong with the world. The police only answered to the Blossoms, The Coopers ran any story they wanted whether it be correct or not. But what shook this town was something much darker.
The story goes, Jason Blossom drowned in Sweetwater River after an early boat ride with his twin Cheryl Blossom. The truth later was revealed that Cheryl was just accompanying her brother across the river so he could escape Riverdale. He was leaving to start a new life with none other than Polly Cooper who was awaiting helplessly for the love of her life not knowing about the murder of the father of her child. Jason’s body was later found with a bullet to the head. There was a murderer out there and no one knew who it was. It could be anyone of the citizens of Riverdale the problem was not finding a needle in the haystack, it was finding a needle in a needle stack.
You, Jughead and Betty took it upon yourselves to try and solve this murder because plenty was being covered up by the adults. Jughead the brooding writer, Betty the innocent, and you the planner.
Finding Intel for this mission was not going to be easy. Trev Brown slipped to Betty that Jason was selling his valuables and drugs. You got close to Cheryl and figured out that things at home, that was a façade, she was miserable and sadly the only one who would stick by her side was now gone. A visit to Polly Cooper in the Sisters of Quiet Mercy a Home for Troubled Youth. We figured out Polly was with child and sadly she didn’t know of about Jason’s murder and that they were planning to run away. There was runaway car with plenty of evidence of a runaway Jason, but just our luck someone burned it.
The theories were endless was it The Blossoms hiring a hit man to rid of the troublemaker son who was tainting their “good” name? Was it Hal Cooper who did not want his daughter with a Blossom because of a long family feud? Did Polly do it after maybe Jason tipping her to her parents so she would be sent away and he could run away alone? Was it Cheryl out of pure jealousy of her brother loving someone else that wasn’t her? Was it Alice Cooper with a grudge to last a lifetime? Was it any football player that couldn’t stand living behind Jason’s quarterback shadow? Even a longshot was it The Lodges claiming their rise at Riverdale? Or the sexual predator Jennifer Gibson who now only answered to Ms. Grundy? Was her sob story correct and her abusive boyfriend found her and mistaken Archie for Jason.
But not even you saw the next events coming up imaginable.
You were talking to Archie by the lockers and Sherriff Keller and Principal Weatherbee escorted your boyfriend Jughead to the police station.
“Call my dad” was all that escaped his mouth and you and Archie nodded.
Archie called his dad, so he could contact FP as you made your way to the police station.
After Sherriff Keller finished speaking to Jughead he let you in, to talk to him.
“I didn’t do it (Y/N)” He claimed as you took a seat across him.
“Of course, I was with you, and I know who you are” you replied while grabbing his hands.
“Those paradise lost kids went to death row because they wore black and they listened to Metallica” He chimed in his wide open trying to hold in tears “I don’t want to be a scapegoat (Y/N)” he continued as a tear escaped and you swiped it with your hand.
“I’m not going to let that happen” you answered as he let out a sigh “all the evidence against you is circumstantial, were going to get you out of here Juggie” you claimed as he squeezed your hands.
“Is my dad even here?” he questioned you with a hope in his eyes.
“Archie’s here” you paused “with his dad, they’re talking to the sheriff” you admitted as he looked down letting go of one of your hands so he could clean up his nose with his jacket and sniffed.
“No one knows where your dad is” you informed Jug as Archie’s dad was fixing things up with the Sherriff and lied about Jughead’s alibi to get him out of there.
“Hey I’m here, and I care and I am not going anywhere Jug” you reassured your boyfriend.
“Thanks (Y/N)” Jughead grabbed your hand and laid a small kiss on it.
“What did Kevin’s dad say to you?” you questioned Jughead and he shifted in his seat.
“Nothing” Jughead muttered.
“C’mon Jug, what is it? You can trust me” you responded.
“He brought up that incident when I was little, the one I told you about, and the fact that Jason and his Goonies bullied me and of course my deadbeat dad as he worded it” he recounted “I am the perfect scapegoat” Jughead continued.
“That Asshole” you retorted “Who does he think he is? Stigmatizing you because of factors that you have no control over” you interjected, the blood in your body boiling.
“Hey, hey calm down, wasn’t it you that said everything was going to be fine” Jughead claimed.
“Well, yeah, but who does he think he’s kidding, he wants a killer, so he’s going to blame someone because of their background, you said it best Jug. We are not our parents, we are who we choose to become” you spoke up as the fire was building up inside of you “You are not getting this pinned on you, I will not let that happen and he-” your rant was interrupted by Sherriff Keller stating that Jughead was free to go.
“You just wasted time on a stereotypical assumption that could’ve been used to actually catch a murderer on the loose” you fired back at Sherriff Keller as Jughead grabbed your wrist taking you away.
“Really (Y/N/N) now you could be a suspect” Jughead pointed out.
“That’ll show him, pining things on my Juggie without any real evidence, plus I have an alibi for July 11” you chimed in as Jughead pulled you in for a hug and placed a kiss on your lips.
Summary: She left. He couldn’t believe she would ever leave him. She wanted more in their relationship. He fell apart without her, but they can work things out the only way they know how.
Author’s Notes: So I’m back! This has been a long time in the making. It’s honestly not that long compared to other fanfictions I read (3886 words), but hey you know. Once again, this is a seriously HARD M rated thing. I want you to be completely aware of that before you read. I do paint Sasuke in this AU as having alcohol problems, but it felt like something in real life that could be comparable to the problems he has in the Naruto series. I also feel that Sakura would be pretty independent and would leave Sasuke if it was that bad of a situation. So yes, this is related to the last story I posted (You Wanna Dance?) and you don’t need that to understand this, but I wrote it with the other story in mind as the previous event when they first met. I hope you enjoy :)
Would I be able to make a request please? How would Akira, Ryuji and Yusuke (Persona 5) react if they found their S/O's Shadow while in Mementos? Thank you!
Yes you’re able to make a request nonnie. Requests as much as you like :3 Though I gave Yusuke’s a palace, I hope you don’t mind that nonnie.
Small angst warning?
| Akira Kurusu
• Akira would’ve already seen a shift in your personality, the way you started to stray from your normal behavioral routine, he’s noticed. This reminded him of what happened with Mikishima. He would rather avoid another incident of that than allow it to happen again. He told his teammates to stay back and to allow him to negotiate with your shadow self, who had their back turned to him your shadow didn’t want to see him, or rather, didn’t want him to see them. “Don’t look at me! Leave me alone! I’m disgusting! Don’t look at me!” Your shadow self wailed as they ran away from him towards the depths of Mementos. He would chase and ponder why you would say such things.
• The chase ended the moment he saw your shadow self curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth, as he cautiously approached you. “Why do you say that about yourself.” He quietly asked, siting next to your shadow. He waited patiently, tensing up only when they threw themselves into his chest and cried. Akira held them and listened, “It’s my fault that all the bad things happened to my parents. It’s my fault that they don’t love me. I’m…I’m…” Your shadow confessed and sobbed onto him. Akira waited until they could listen to him, “You’re not worthless, disgusting, or unlovable.” “But-” “I love you for who you are. You can pick people who will support you. I’m one of them. You are not alone. It can never be your fault. Remember that.” He hoped that this would soothe your heart, and when your shadow thanked him and started to disappear, he knew he did.
| Ryuji Sakamoto
• Ryuji didn’t think you would have a shadow and nearly screeched Moana’s ear off when he saw them in mementos. “WHAT YHE HELL IS ____ DOING HERE?! HOW COULD THEY HAVE A SHADOW?!!!” This caused everyone to be annoyed until they saw that you did, indeed, have a shadow. Ryuji nearly jumped out and ran over there to question your shadow self. “Why are you here?” He wanted to help, but now he couldn’t help feeling as if he isn’t good enough for you. Ryuji knows how shadows can develop and he wanted to know the cause of the distortion of your heart - he needed to help you.
• The longer he spends trying to talk to your shadow self, the more he feels as if he is useless, and he feel as if it’s his fault you have a shadow. He says something that causes your shadow self to confess everything that has been bothering you; how maintaining perfect grades for your parents, how to get into a good college and how utterly alone you felt. “How can you feel alone when I’m here cheering you on? You know I’m gonna stick by your side and beat up and who messes with you right. You don’t have to be perfect and do what this assholes want you to do alright. Let’s be free from this bullshit.” Ryuji reminds you with a smile and that helps your shadow self disappear, a smile on their face and a small thank you kiss on his cheek. He’s happy when you hug him at school the next day and tell him what’s been going on with you, you felt free from the pressure.
| Yusuke Kitagawa
• The palace was truly a exquisite place to be in, the inspiration that he drew from here reminded him of what aesthetics you enjoyed, and that’s when a suspicion arose. The more he and the other Phantom Thieves explored this palace the sinking feeling increased until it completely weighed him down when he saw your shadow self sitting on a throne that symbolized your greatest self hatred. The darkness that surrounded you was chaining you down to the throne - a bird unable to fly to freedom. What could it be that weighed you down to the point where your shadow wanted to be left alone. He worried.
• Yusuke wanted to speak to your shadow self but you kept up string winds and puzzles or a labyrinth to keep others away. “I want to be left alone. I deserve that. I’m not good enough. I just not enough…” Your shadow confesses and Yusuke feels his heart break for you. How could you ever think that about yourself? Yusuke slips away and gets to talk to your shadow self. He discovers why you feel like you deserve solitude; you felt as if you were holding him back, how you were never good at anything, how even other people made you question your self worth. He holds your shadow self and tells you in a pleading tone, “____ do not allow anyone to demean your value. I love you for who you are. You are my inspiration, my muse, and without you I could never achieve what I have now. Please allow me to help you see the truth.” All he wants for you is to be happy.
request: are you still looking for something to write about? I’ve been dying for an angsty (w/ a happy ending) Yoongi fic. Something like they’re in an arranged marriage and he’s angry about it, but she’s trying to make the best of it, but he’s usually mean/rude to her. I didn’t see any fic request rules, so I hope this is ok! Thanks! :)
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: angst, fluff & smut
word count: 6.5k
A/N: I hope you like it! remember I really appreciate feedback :’)
was your best friend since childhood, both families were friends generations
ago and even though your friendship wasn’t exactly your choice, for him it felt
more like a duty. At four he was mean, hiding your favorite toys and pretending
he never saw them and he only admitted once you found them sitting under his
somehow he managed to appreciate it
more, taking in the idea of your forced friendship. And he was okay with it.
manners and random rudeness didn’t stop you from falling for Min Yoongi, and
you fell hard. Sometimes he was mean, others he seemed to be kind and even fond
but most of the time, and he didn’t give a shit about you. Every Saturday night
he would pretend to care, giving you warm smiles that were nothing else but a
spectacle, to show your parents and his. Those were the memories you cherished
more from him, ignoring the bad treats to replace them with those nights.
“Stop being a dick!!“ you shriek to tumblr user Pokemon-Stim-boards through the screen. You’re upset. You can feel the anger bubbling in your chest, you feel yourself losing control. “I can’t believe he said that” you think to yourself. “I can’t believe he called cishets wild. How could he.”
You feel your anger turn in to confusion. “What have straight people even done to lgbt people?? Why would anyone ever have any anger towards any cis gender or heterosexual person? We have done nothing!” You just sit there pondering what to do. “How dare a random person on the internet indirectly offend me like that!” You say out loud your anger returning.
What should you do to make this all feel better? What could possibly rectify this situation? “I know!” You proclaim.
You go to pokemon-stim-boards’ blog. You click the message icon. You start typing your message. You edit yourself several times. Eventually you finish it. You read the screen a couple times. “I’m unfollowing. I really liked your blog until you turned out to be an asshole.” It reads. Perfect.
But wait. You hesitate. You feel a little flare of nervousness come into your chest. “What if he confronts me? What if he is mean to me?” Suddenly you remember there’s a solution. You see that small little square. You click it breathing a sigh of relief. Your icon changes, your URL disappears, suddenly you are saved. No one could possibly know it is you. No one will no that it’s you unfollowing this blog.
A couple minutes pass. You check his blog every minute desperate for a reply. You need to know what it says.
You check his blog for the 10th time. He finally replied!! What did he say?
You read the response.
You read it again.
“Lmao okay you didn’t really have to tell me that lol” it reads.
Your heart drops.
He doesn’t care.
He’s not hurt.
This is not at all what you wanted.
You take a few deep breaths. You start typing a response. You’re less careful, less precise with this one.
“I’ll call somebody out on what they are, I don’t really care what you think. Stop being a dick to people for no reason. It’s not cool or ~~trendy~~.”
There. That’s perfect.
You press send.
Pokemon-stim-boards replies. You take a few more deep breaths preparing to read the answer.
"Aw, the anon is angry”
He still doesn’t care.
“I will make him care.”
You open the message box.
“You know what just KILL YOUSELF you’re being a DICK for no reason”
You check his blog.
He’s posting. He’s active. But he’s not answering your ask.
Did it not send? Does he still not care? “Why isn’t he answering” you cry.
You decide to unfollow him. “That’ll show him” you think. “Especially since I told him I was going to unfollow him a long time ago.”
You go to his blog.
You see that button.
“Unfollow” it says
You take a deep breath.
Your hand trembles. “Goodbye forever” and you click unfollow and leave his blog forever.
i really miss hating and swearing at my fellow bering and wells fandom after you assholes did all your stupid fucking shit that i just couldn’t so i would like to start a “fuck you! bering and wells chain tag post”
…starting with this particular asshole:
@lonely-night fuck you for all your stupid perfect fucking gifsets that always made me die. you murdered me multiple times! i hate you i just cant with you and your dumb brilliant manips piss off wont you!?!
*please tag and add your own personal “fuck you” message to your favourite bering and wells fandom assholes*
“That’s disgusting, you’re lucky I love you.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
You shrugged and continued eating the orange sherbet with chocolate chips, not even pausing when Bucky said he loved you. Yeah, that was a normal and casual thing he’d say, plus he was your closest friend.
The movie was pretty good, surprisingly, ‘Kong: Skull Island’ had a fantastic cast, not to mention the eye candy Loki look-alike main lead, excellent plot, and great screen effects.
And this was your day off from any field assignments so it was safe to say you were fully taking advantage of it. Crumbs of chips on your shirt, cookies on the table by your feet, empty Chinese takeout containers, and your unique but tasty sherbet in your hands.
Glancing at Bucky from the corner of your eye you found him glancing at you, turning your head to face him you laughed with a mouth full of sherbet “What’s up?”
He shook his head and looked back at the screen, “Ew, did you really have to show me that. I seriously don’t understand how or why you like that abomination of ice cream.”
“Sherbet, ice cream, sorbet, you kids got fancy names for the same thing.”
“Oh my gawd! Will you leave me alone? I don’t like you anymore.”
“Hah! As if! I love you too much to leave you alone!” leaping from the other side of the couch to hug your side tightly Bucky grinned widely.
You tried to push him off, “Will you go, you’re extremely heavy, something you’ve never heard of!”
That made him squeeze you tighter as he laughed “Stop being a little asshole, I am perfect JUST the way I am, don’t body-shame me.”
His hands trailed underneath your arms, your eyes widened in horror “Don’t you fucking dare James Buchanan Barnes! I will call mom!”
A chilling smirk and darkening blue eyes told you he didn’t care, and he pretty much confirmed it, “Steve ain’t home love.”
Suddenly he began to tickle you, shrieks and giggles erupted from your lips and laughter spilled from the soldier’s mouth. He held your arms above your head as his other hand furiously tickled under your arms, then your stomach, waist, and by then you were out of breath with tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Damn, you’re breathing hard from this? Someone needs to lay off the chips” Bucky chuckled.
Giving him the middle finger he pretended to raise his hands to tickle you again stopping when he heard your high pitched shriek
You both laughed till you were red in the face, and you realized his hips still straddled your waist and his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were darker than usual.
“Hey you ok-“
“How come you never say anything when I tell you I love you?” He interrupted quickly.
“How come you never pay attention when I say I love you, I’m not joking. I really love you.”
“Dude! All those times you’ve said it casually to me when we’re doing stupid shit! How am I supposed to know!? Wait wait, so that time when I shoved chopsticks up my nose to make you laugh and you said that, the one time when I gave you an ultimate wedgie and you threatened me that the only reason you weren’t going to because you liked me too much, the time when we got arrested, and when we pranked Steve and Tony, all those times you meant that?” you exclaimed.
Nodding Bucky looked at you “I didn’t really know how to tell you and I thought saying it casually would work but you kept on laughing it off or ignoring what I said.”
“Huh…. Interesting.” You concluded
“Seriously? That’s it?” he said exasperatedly
“I’m not good with lovey-dovey crap, that’s why I’m single and why I act like a doofus! Look, I’m’a be straight with you, I like you, a lot. Just not good with saying it.” You blurted as you twiddled your thumbs.
Bucky raised his eyebrow and squinted at you, “Yeah, you’re really not good at it.”
You sat up “Well look who’s talkin’! Who was the one who kept saying it at the most ridiculous times! Most people would think it a joke like I did!”
He scoffed, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Hot chocolate and binge watching movies.”
“That helps me sleep at night.”
“I didn’t mean, I give up. You’re lucky I love you.”
“Awwwww is someone getting frustrated?”
“Why do I get the feeling I’ll never be able to get rid of you.”