your parenting is

TFW your parents’ travel plans have changed and you definitely aren’t going to tell them that now that they’re getting in on Saturday instead of Thursday you can attend the leather kink lecture you have tickets for…

Music To, or In, My Ears

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

word count: 2500

warnings: swearing

a/n: have yall ever seen the soulmate prompt where it’s like “the song that’s stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too”??? well thats what this fic is based on. its kind of confusing; i had to take a little artistic liberty; and it really, really, really sucks, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!!!

You didn’t believe in soulmates. You never had. Your parents said they were soulmates – they had ways, reasons they found each other that they constantly yammered on about. But you didn’t believe in soulmates. It was luck they found each other, and luck that they fell in love. The whole shtick of them ‘hearing the same songs in their head’ or whatever was just… coincidence. Of course. It had to be. There was no such thing as soulmates.

Until you heard it one day.

Rise up… when you’re livin’ on your knees you rise up…

You looked around the crowded subway car you were on, eyebrows cocked. Was someone playing their music too loud? So loud that you could hear it? You couldn’t recognize the song, so it certainly wasn’t coming through your earbuds. A quick glance around the cabin rewarded you with no answers; the other people in the immediate vicinity didn’t have any earbuds in or headphones on. Your eyebrows screwed up in the middle of your head and you leaned back, trying not to show both the confusion and the annoyance on your face. What the fuck was happening? Another line came seconds later.

Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up… tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up… when are these colonies gonna rise up…

Oh, for God’s sake.

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Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

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A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

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Jughead Imagine - Jughead x Reader

[A/N: Not a very well written piece and a bit cheesy for me, just a little procrastination between longer fics and prompts to stop me from getting writers block! Not going to tag people in this one just because I’m not super proud of it like my others!

Based on this prompt: sitting outside of your house waiting for you to get home after you two had a fight.

You were walking down the dusky street of your neighbourhood back to your own house when you noticed him from afar, sitting on your porch. His finely shaped jaw was set in stone, he stared ahead but you were well aware that he had noticed you. Your stomach had lurched at the sight of him, you really didn’t want to deal with his shit tonight.

You started to walk along the path up towards your house and him, purposefully ignoring him just as he ignored you. You rummaged through your bag for your keys, clearly your parents were not home.

‘You been out with Archie?’ he sombrely questioned.

‘Mhm.’ You lightly hummed, you could hear your keys jingling in your bag.

‘I thought we had plans.’

‘Yeah well I thought those plans didn’t include Betty Cooper.’ You bitterly retorted.

‘I don’t see what the big deal is, you like Betty.’

‘Yeah I like Betty, Jug.’ You pointed, ‘Just not on our date nights!’ You huffed in frustration and firmly fished your keys from your bag; the multiple keychains chimed in your hand.

As you began unlocking your door you sensed Jughead standing from his position on the porch, he hovered behind as you stepped through the threshold of the door - Jughead moved to follow.

‘Woah!’ You stopped him in his tracks, using the door as a shield, his foot stood wedged between the door and the frame. ‘I don’t think so, Jug.’

‘Seriously?’ His face suggested that he had not taken your complaint against Betty very seriously.

‘You bet I’m serious.’

‘So we’re actually having a fight right now?’

‘What did you think this was Jug?!’ you asked incredulously.

‘I don’t know!’ He stammered, ‘Not a fight, that’s for sure.’

You glowered at him.

‘I am sick of sharing you. All I was asking for Jug was one night. One night away from our friends, one night away from the Blue and Gold! It’s all you ever seem to have time for anymore and whilst I support you, I just wish- I just wish you would have a little time left for me.’ You exhausted yourself and leant your face against the door frame.

‘(Y/N)-’ Jughead sighed, ‘all you had to do was say.’

He brought his face up close to yours, his face wore a sorry expression.

‘I shouldn’t have to say though, Juggie.’ You muttered. ‘You should want this as much as I do.’

Jughead placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you mirrored his expression and felt ice within you melting. He brought a hand up and lightly placed his palm against your cheek, he breathed in the scent of you and gently put his lips to yours.  

‘You are always the most important thing to me, sometimes I just lose sight a little but you always bring me back.’ He muttered against your lips.

The ‘Other’ Talk

Summary: “How are you not upset about this?!” / “I’m am upset, I just happen to be a little more informed and open-minded on the subject than someone whose traditional values harken back to the Dark Ages!” In which Sakura and Sasuke disagree about an unexpected development. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 14 – Prompt: “Domestic Disagreement”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be smothered with a mattress if you are found plagriarising.

Warning: Another dialogue only fic. Because I’m tired.

Canon/Fanon Compliance: Could conceivably take place in any of my ‘verses. Feel free to interpret as you wish.

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn



“Sasuke, that’s enough.”


“No, don’t get up and walk away – sit.”


“Sasuke…they love each other. This is what people do when they love each other.”


How? Do you really need me to draw you a diagram? I thought the whole in flagrante delicto was enough – ”

“No! Not how that! How could she do this to me?”

“She didn’t do this to you. Or me. In fact – and I sincerely hope – she probably wasn’t even thinking about either of us.”

“You are not helping.

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I turn 25 this year and I just want to communicate something to all of my younger followers, aspiring artists, and to everyone who reads this who’s feeling discouraged because you’re motivated to pursue passions that don’t seem to align with those of your peers or parents: your passions are still valid because they’re yours. Don’t wait for permission to do what you love–please. Time is your most valuable asset and every moment you spend doubting yourself and letting someone convince you that theres only one way to feel fulfilled or be successful is time that you could be using to create a life for yourself that’s fulfilling because it’s your own. 

42 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked

1. First thing you wash in the shower?
2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
3. Do you plan outfits?
4. How are you feeling right now?
5. What’s the closest thing to you that is red?
6. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
7. Did you meet anybody new today?
8. What are you craving right now?
9. What comes to mind when you think of eating cabbage?
10. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
11. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
12. Do you like your hair?
13. Do you like yourself?
14. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
15. What are you listening to right now?
16. Are your parents strict?
17. Would you go sky diving?
18. Do you like cottage cheese?
19. Have you ever met a celebrity?
20. Do you rent movies often?
21. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?
22. Have you made a prank phone call?
23. Ever been on a train?
24. Brown or white eggs?
25. Do you use chap stick?
26. Can you use chop sticks?
27. Are you too forgiving?
28. Ever been in love?
29. Last time you cried?
30. What was the last question you were asked?
31. Favorite time of the year?
32. Do you have any tattoos?
33. Are you sarcastic?
34. Ever walked into a wall?
35. Favorite color?
36. Have you ever slapped anyone?
37. Is your hair curly?
38. Do looks matter?
39. Do you like your life right now?
40. Do you sleep with the TV on?
41. Can you handle the truth?
42. Do you have good vision?

Art Lesson | Min Yoongi

AN: this is semi smut but not really? It’s semi dirty I guess. But enjoy!

You watch as Yoongi throws himself into your bed. The noise is loud, probably loud enough to wake your parents up. You can’t risk getting caught. It’s 2 in the morning. Your art exhibition is tomorrow and you tell yourself to avoid doing anything remotely foolish.

“Sh!” You scold. “My parents might hear you.”

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, says, “What do I care, jagi?”

And he looks at you, you scoff, then you slowly remove your jacket. You can feel him watching you undress yourself from your thick layers of clothes. As each layer is peeled off you swear you can hear Yoongi mumbling behind you, examining the scene before him with calculating eyes. It makes the sides of your lips curve slightly; you bite down, stop yourself from saying something. Then you realise; your shirt and jeans are left to be removed.

It’s only a few seconds. One…two…three…You decide to leave them on, you enjoy being a tease.

“Jagi,” Yoongi calls out lowly.


"Jagi, turn around and look at me.” His voice is assertive, very demanding and creates a not so unusual tension between the two of you. He’s there in front of you now, lay in awe over his examination of you.

What a beauty, he thinks, but you don’t know that. He never tells you. Just shows you instead. He shows you how much he loves you; shows you with his delicate fingers, and the kiss of his tongue, his moans low but audible…audible only to you.

He calls you again. You snap out of your reverie of past encounters with Min Yoongi.

You see, M was for things like make up and moans and early morning calls but most importantly, M was for Min Yoongi and you enjoy thinking about the way he calls your name. The syllables growl and slip off the edge of warm tongue.

"Come and listen to the rain with me,” he says assertively and before you know it, you’re both tucked beneath your covers.

The rain is hard. The pitter and the patter; the drumming of its rhythm resonates throughout your room. You feel your eyes drifting but it’s only been a few minutes of silence. You’re just lying comfortably in his arms. He holds you. He never holds you but behind close doors he holds you tightly. He does it with love.

He’s got his arm snaked around your waist. It won’t stop shifting just like he won’t stop groaning inaudibly into the drum of your ear. Your skin becomes enflamed by his hot breath; you feel something. What is that? You keep your eyes closed because it’s more intimate when the best things can’t be seen.


His hands wander. They travel, long and far. From a soft choking position on your neck to a gentle rub against your inner thigh.

There it is again. That feeling. It’s tingling. It feels good but what is it? You ask yourself so many questions but one sticks out the most. Do you want more?

"Mhm…Jagi…” He says lowly, softly too, like he’s in a perpetual daze with the thought of you.

They wander again. His delicate hands. They crawl, jump, feather above your skin like a magic trick. It excites you, opens new dimensions of yourself you’ve never seen before. He’s travelling, long and far, so many times, rubbing over the same few spots; his favourite areas. You exhale loudly and before you know it your hands are travelling with his. They clench, not too tight, but enough to lead the way. In between you both head; his middle finger gently pressing against the treasure he’s been searching for. He rubs. Lightly at first, and then he gets deeper the more he wants to taste you from the inside out.

His quest over. He’s found the treasure. How do you congratulate Min Yoongi for his hard work? You unbutton: one button, and two, exhale.

"Jagi, I—” he breathes. His breath quivering from the tension that encompasses you both.


He sits up, looks at you with the bite of his lower lip. He says, “Show me how you paint, jagi.”

A smile creeps up on both your faces. You can’t help but feel so hot but so comfortable. The tense ambience keeps growing by the second; like a ticking time bomb ready to explode any given moment.

You tell him it’s easy to paint: “First you need a brush.” You grab his two fingers; the index and the middle; firmly to show him who’s teaching who.

"Then what?”

“Wet the tip of your brush with some water and then dip into some…paint…”

And you teach him; slowly so he doesn’t lose track. He watches you with magnetized eyes. His lips cracking a smirk as you wet his brush with your warm tongue. Swirl it around so you get it all wet. Yoongi is looking at you; loving you and craving you at the same time. What beautiful art.

"And after that?”

You smirk. “It’s easy oppa…Now you paint…”

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i’m 23 on Monday and becoming more and more terrified of growing old. 

when your parents say that after you turn 18 the years fly by… BELIEVE THEM.

Broken Dreams || Peter Parker x Reader ((drabble))

I need something like this right now.


warnings: none


You were so upset that you couldn’t even speak properly because of how much you were crying.

To make a long story short, you didn’t get into the university of your dreams, which was what started this whole situation. Receiving the email from the admissions office explaining in crucial detail about how you were unfit to spend your undergrad years with them made all of the stress and heartache come crashing down on you.

You honestly felt like you were trash; that you were too dumb to attend any university. Despite the many times your parents told you it was okay, and that you could always go somewhere else, you were too upset to see the alternatives.

Which was what prompted your parents to take drastic measures when they called your boyfriend to come and see you.

Too weak to even protest the thought of Peter stopping by, you bury yourself deep within the covers of your bed and allow your blankets to soak in your tears. Your nose was running with a copious amount of mucus and your eyes felt sore from how much you had been crying. You knew that you were a mess, yet you couldn’t stop.

After waiting alone in silence for a total of fifteen minutes, you heard your bedroom door open as footsteps came closer to your bed. Not bothered by your red face or how damp it was, you felt Peter lean down to press a kiss against your cheek.

He remains silent when he brushes back your damp hair and joins you in your bed. You feel him lift up the blankets before enveloping you in his arms. His chest was pressed closely against your back while his arms were wrapped tightly around your front.

Peter doesn’t say a word, just continues to silently comfort you with his gentle kisses and warmth. Unlike your parents, he knew how much this meant to you and decided that it was best to say nothing at all in this situation.

You allow him to draw shapes against the front of your chest, comforting you with his presence as you started to feel better while in his embrace. Shutting your eyes, you carefully lift Peter’s hand before placing a kiss against his knuckles. “I love you, thank you for coming.”

You felt Peter lean down to press a kiss against your hair, “I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you, never forget that.”

It was true that one of your dreams had been broken, but you suppose you could always build a new one with Peter by your side.

And that thought alone was enough to cease your tears once and for all.


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anonymous asked:

Can i request a fluffy Jay Park scenario, where he's meeting your parents for the first time,and he is super nervous? also can you not make the dad the stereotypical dad, i hate stuff like that with dad's having to "scare" their boyfriends. Thank you!

“Baby why are you so nervous?” You chuckled liftin gup Jay’s collar so that you could put the tie around his neck and make sure that he looked his very best.

“I’ve never met your parents before but from the stories of your younger youth, I really don’t want to fuck this up.” Jay groaned cupping your cheeks as he pressed a kiss against your lips once you were done. He let his hands press against your dress to make sure that it was straight, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked.

“Baby, you’re my boyfriend and I know one day you will be my husband. And everything that comes with that title. I don’t bring guys home, so they will know I’m serious about you but if you freak out it won’t work.” You whined grabbing at his hands frowning and looking up at him.

“Yes, but you’re my princess. And I know when I have a daughter I am going to be the same way. No man will ever be good enough for her. I’m not good enough for you.” He matched your pout letting his black hair fall in your face. You smiled widely before using your hands to comb it back behind his ears tilting your head.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if we don’t get going soon you will be hated for being late. Not for not being good enough for me.” Kissing his lips once more you moved to grab at your purse and lace your heels up on your feet smiling happily, you made sure to grab everything that you needed walking outside towards the car. Jay was going to drive you both because he wanted to go all out over something small. It was just going to be a dinner meeting of you and your parents and Jay. It wouldn’t even take that long so you didn’t understand his nerves, but on the flip side you had never met his parents, and you were dreading the day you ever would have to. So, in some aspect you could understand why he was the way he was.

While he was driving, he was so fidgeting tapping against the wheel and trying to calm himself down because his heart was a mess. Laughing softly, you grabbed at his hand lacing your fingers together softly singing songs that he would focus on you for a second. You let your fingers graze against his over the soft skin and you made sure to keep him calm humming louder until your hums turned into singing. The car ride wasn’t long and once you arrived he opened your door for you, moving to let you out of the car walking you towards your parents’ house. You knew that only your dad would be there right now with your mother coming later, resulting in you having time to rest in your old room as a child.

“Deep breaths. Remember no matter what. I love you.” You reminded him as the doorbell was rung. He nodded his head but his eyes shown how scared he was. Kissing his nose, you brought a light smile to his lips that he took a deep breath and the door was opened in front of you. There stood you there, with his strong tall stature looking at you his glasses on his face as he watched you both. You gripped onto Jay’s hand tighter to let him know that you were there and once you let it go you moved forward to throw your arms around his neck smiling widely.

“Daddy.. This is my boyfriend. Park Jaebum. And Jay. This is my daddy.” You smiled softly stepping back from your father’s strong hands as he hugged you. He looked the boy up and down puffing out his chest causing you to face palm and hide behind your hands because you knew it was an act. You watched as he gripped onto Jay’s hand and shook with a stern grip through your fingertips. Jay bowed his head before he cleared his throat meeting the grip, his tattoos showing on his hand and his rolled-up shirt.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Kim Y/N has spoken very highly of you.” He pulled away looking your father in the eyes and you were surprised he was doing so well, not shaking or tearing down. You felt a bit relieved that he could stand there and not fall over.

“Let’s talk away from her. Sweetheart why don’t you go into your room and wait for us?” Your father asked but you knew it was a demand.

“I don’t want to-“You started to protest and he gave you another look down from his glasses and sighing you let your hands fly up in the air as you stomped off into your room waiting for him to finish up. You could hear faint mumbling from the background and your dad was talking quickly and it made you feel your stomach drop because you wanted to know that Jay was ok.

Walking towards your room, you got on your phone texting your mom, letting your back rest against your hello kitty sheets that you’ve had since your high school years.

{Text: Madam Kim}

He’s back at it again with the macho man stuff -.-

{Text from: Madam Kim}

Ah, you know how your father gets. Everything can and will be destroyed by him >.> don’t worry too much just rest.

{Text: Madam Kim}

How can I just rest at a time like this!! What if he hurts him?! Mommy come home soon.. My boyfriend’s life depends on it :c

{Text from: Madam Kim}

Your dad is a big teddy bear. And he knows better than to ruin your happiness. He has to live with the Queen of Sass and silent treatments. I’ll be home soon. I love you.

Laughing softly, you chunked your phone down shutting your eyes and letting yourself rest you let yourself fall into a sleep it was no point in stressing about how things were going or what you were going to do since he had your boyfriend preoccupied. You outed your lips out as you knocked out breathing slowly and even in your dreams you felt yourself worrying about Jay. If he was ok, if he was going to come and get you if your dad was going to be easy and let up on him. Despite everything that you felt bothering you, you were knocked out hard and dreaming because a sometimes later your body was being pushed gently and a deep voice was waking you up. You jumped up looking at Jay your hands moving to check his face and his body out frowning. “Are you hurt?” You asked him with a raspy voice tilting your head. Jay chuckled kissing your forehead laying down beside you pulling you on your back.

“I am fine. You had me scared for no reason. Your daddy is a soft teddy bear.” He teased as he tapped your nose kissing over your face.

“Oh really now? A teddy bear? So, you won’t be scared of him anymore?” You asked teasing him and wiggling your eyebrows.

“No never again.” He chuckled sticking his nose in the air, just then the door was pushed open rather roughly after a few loud bangs and your fathers gravelly voice was heard as he peered down at the both of you on the bed.

“Keep this door open all the times. And I would hope you remember, I may be a teddy bear but when it comes to my door the only stuffing that I will be pulling is out of you.” Your father made the two fingers motion for watching you and Jay walking off with his head in the air. Snickering softly, you looked over at your boyfriend whose face drained color and caused you to feel bad for him.

“Still not afraid?” You asked softly nibbling on his neck smirking when he pushed you back groaning and frowning.

“Yah, do you want me to die? Not here.. He is quite scary.” He frowned before he laughed pulling you closer to his body shutting his eyes as he waited for your mother to get home so that you could all eat.

vernon moodboard for @isinnedforthis
playlist: she sets the city on fire by gavin degraw

hope you like it, let me know if you want anything changed.

the time read 9:03 and after sitting on your bed waiting for vernon to finally show up, you decided to wait outside for him. your parents would kill you if they knew you were going out so late and with a boy but it didn’t matter, nothing else matter except that you had to see your boyfriend.

it might sound a little cliche but you loved him and he loved you, being so young so many people thought that it was just a phase but he was the love of your life and forever that would stay.

“it’s about time! where have you been?” you said to him as you piled into the passenger seat. “sorry, my sister was going to tell my mom if I didn’t promise to do her chores for a month.” he rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “you ready?” he questioned with a grin and you nodded excitedly.

you drove into the city with the sound of music coming out softly from the radio. he had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh and you were telling him about your day with a bright smile. it was times like this that made you most happy, late night drives with the love of your life.

The Noisy Neighbor

Summary: That’s it, the last straw. You were getting pretty sick of your noisy neighbor, unfortunately for you he had to be ridiculously attractive, he knew just what to say to you to get you to forget about your complaint. It was time to take matters into your own hands

A/N: I haven’t done a one shot in a while so here’s some Modern!Kylo because I’ve been in the writing mood lately.

Finally, you had your own apartment. Free from your parents and able to pay the bills, life was pretty good. Except for one thing, your next-door neighbor. It felt like he was a ghost within your room, you could probably listen to entire conversations but that just felt a little too creepy.

You’d only seen him a few times; as you left for work in the morning he returned all bruised and battered, looking down and not even bothering to greet you. There was something suspicious about him and you didn’t even know his name.

It was a Friday night, one of your most relaxing evenings of the week, where you could lay in bed and binge watch Netflix to your heart’s content. Of course your neighbor clamoring about rudely interrupted you. The walls were thin, but you’d never had a problem with any of your other neighbors so you wondered why this one was so loud, or why the landlord hadn’t listened to any of your complaints.

Maybe you should just go over there…

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anonymous asked:

Any advice for someone who is really sad and feels completely alone? Think I just need someone to talk to. Sorry if this is weird.

hey don’t be sorry! i feel like most the time we feel so alone, we actually are not. we tend to push people away when we’re sad because we’re too worried that we’re bothering them while we actually aren’t. my advice to you is to talk to your friends or siblings, or even parents (if you have that real close relationship with your parents, that is), or just anyone you know! sometimes it’s good to just have someone listen to you.. but if you feel like you can’t talk to anyone else you know right now, i’m open! message me :) 

Being Betty Cooper’s Twin Would Include:

• Constantly being together to back each other up, especially at school where Reggie and Chuck were

• Being in the same friend group as her, with Archie, Veronica, and Kevin just as attached to you as they are to Betty

• Constant bragging about you being three minutes older than Betty

• “Best three minutes of my whole life”

• Betty ranting to you about Archie constantly over the summer

• Trying to convince her to talk to him about all of it

• “I don’t know- what if he doesn’t even want to be friends anymore?”

• “He will, I know he will. I promise”

• Disobeying your parents all the time with Betty

• Trying out for the cheerleading team with Betty and Veronica after a lot of convincing they did

• “(Y/N) you’ll do great! Besides, I need my twin for moral support”

• “Yeah, (Y/N). Your twin needs you and, you totally have the cheerleading skills, it would be a shame to waste all that talent.”

• Comforting Betty the whole night after Archie rejected her and went into the closet with Veronica

• “Your’e gonna be okay… it’s going to be fine Betts… We can work it all out tomorrow with him.. I promise I will help you through this shit.”

• “I can’t look at him now. When I’m happy I think of me and- and him together. How am I supposed to act as if this weekend didn’t even happen? I don’t know what to do..”

• Confronting Archie and Veronica about going into the closet together at Cheryl’s party

• “Archie what the hell? She fucking told you how she felt. What did you guys do in that closet? Tell me. Now

• Getting mad at them when they confessed that they kissed

• Them both begging you not to be upset with them and admitting that it was a mistake 

• “Andrews I am so infuriated with you. I’m pissed with you too, Veronica. I’m going to say this now. Pull any more shit like this again. Hurt Betty again, ever, and you will fucking regret it. Nobody hurts my twin.”

• Spending the next few days ignoring Archie and Veronica despite Betty quickly forgiving them

• “I need time to get over how much they hurt you that night, I don’t know how you forgive people so quickly.”

• Knowing just as little about Polly as Betty does and always talking about how much you hated it with her

• “Mom and dad are beginning to annoy me even more, first they talk bad about Jason dying and now this? They’re keeping secrets about our own sister, Betty. That’s fucked up.”

• Helping Jughead and Betty investigate Jasons’ murder

• “This is going to be such a pain in the ass isn’t it? Researching a dead guy’s murder was definitely not how I planned to spend my time after school.”

• Scolding Archie after finding out about him continueing his relationship with Ms.Grundy

• “Archie she had a fake ID and a fucking gun. I don’t care what sob story she tells you, me, Betty, and Veronica got proof from her car! It’s fucked up and it isn’t safe!”

• Going with Betty and Jughead upstairs during Jasons’ memorial

• Having Jughead hide behind both you and Betty dramatically when the old lady appears

• “Oh.My.God. are you five Juggie?” being whispered by both of you at the same time

• “What? She’d probably prefer twins over me anyways, she gets you both, while I run. Besides, that was really creepy, please never do that ‘talking at the same time’ thing again, okay?”

• Betty giving you both a scolding look ( constantly ) to pay attention more instead of make jokes

• Being completely infuriated with your family after finding out that they’re suspects and have been lying to you about Polly and what they know

• “I cannot fucking believe that they have been keeping all of this shit from us! I don’t even know them anymore!”

• Betty trying to calm you down to her best abilities, and being absolutely destroyed seeing you like this

• “We will figure this out, (Y/N).. you gotta stay with us here though..”

Originally posted by lydiastlinskis

A/N: Hey, to the anon that requested this, I really hope this lived up to your expectations? I don’t really know if I did well on this but you guys should feel free to request more anytime! :)

You’re the reason (F)

Words: 440

To @babygirllovin1996 who requested.

Summary: You were not ok. You were everything but fine. And he noticed it.

Yoongi X Reader

Originally posted by kths

 You just couldn’t handle it. You weren’t being able to deal with that anymore. First, your grades at the college were getting lower and lower and you just couldn’t concentrate on the subjects. Second, your life with your parents couldn’t be worst. They kept yelling at you, saying things that were wrecking your emotions. You were just 18 years old, come on. It was too many things to deal with.

 Yoongi (8:45 p.m.):  I’m finally in the city, Jagi. Shit, the comeback has been so hard, but I found some time to spend with you. Are your parents there?

Ah, your sunshine. You were dying to see him. He was the only one who could make you feel better, make you feel happy. But you didn’t want him to see you like that. Eyes widened since you had been crying, your emotions completely hurt. And you couldn’t lie either…

 You (8:50 p.m.): No.

 Shit. Why are you acting like this? He doesn’t deserve your coldness.

 Yoongi (8:52 p.m.): Did I do something wrong?

 Your heart melted at his words. Of course you don’t. He’d never hurt you or something.

 You (8:53 p.m.): I’m fine. You can come. I’m dying to see you.

Once he arrived, he noticed immediately you were not ok. You weren’t the same girl he knew. You weren’t smiling brightly; you weren’t emanating the sun you always were.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked as he grabbed your hands and took you to your couch. You sat down, looking at everything but him. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

 “What is wrong? Is it something I did? Please, talk to me Y/N” He begged. He was your best friend. You knew you could tell him everything and anything.

 “I’m not ok” you said and started explaining all your problems. All the things that were making you die inside.

 He just looked at you as tears came up, but before they could fall down, he cleaned it.

  “Y/N, please don’t cry. I know it has been hard, but you’re not alone, and you will never be, because I’m here for you. Always. I’m your best friend, your lover, your boyfriend, you everything” he said as he pulled you to his arms, it holding you tightly. You always felt so comfortable in his arms. “You can count on me, Jagi. Whatever happens to you, I’ll be here to make sure you’ll be fine” he said and you looked at him.

 That moment you knew everything would be fine. You pulled him for a kiss, his lips moving against yours softly, telling you how much he loved you.