your-little-laugh

RULE #1
Never cry. Why ruin your makeup or soak your brand new coat? Just keep it in or transform your sadness into anger. Anger is much more appealing than weakness.
RULE #2
Always chew gum. Blow bubbles, pop it in annoyance, chew it until it grows stringy and thin between your molars. Keep your mouth busy. That way you can’t say anything you don’t mean.
RULE #3
Bite your lip, not only will it attract the attention of the boy who holds his cup way too tight to have any idea what he’s doing with it, but it’ll also split open and your blood will act as a natural lip stain.
RULE #4
Soak your homework in orange juice and force it down your throat. Gulp it down, don’t you dare heave it up. Fill up your stomach with the paper and hope to god you’ll pass chemistry. Who knows, maybe trees will sprout and you’ll finally be able to take in oxygen. It’s the breakfast of champions.
RULE #5
Problems aren’t problems until you acknowledge that you have problems. So what if you drink a little too much on a school night? Who cares if you stand too long at the edge of the look-out point? Just flash them a smile, hike up your dress, laugh a little higher. It’s not running away from the issue if the issue doesn’t exist, right?
RULE #6
Lock your closet, skeletons are only meant to be seen in your health class.
RULE #7
Shatter your mirror, pick up a piece and hold it at arms length. There, now you can control what reflects back at you. Besides, it makes since to look at the individual parts of yourself, you’ve never been whole.
RULE #8
Stand up straight, don’t bow your head. Blue blood may not run through your veins but, unless it spills, no one has to know.
RULE #9
Remember that you’re a forest fire. You have poison underneath your finger nails. You are a wild thing, and wild things can not be tamed.
RULE #10
If you can’t be guaranteed heaven then give them hell.
—  MY TEARS ARE MADE OF ROSE WATER AND GASOLINE; TAKE A SHOT AND FEEL IT BURN // k.m.

Hickeys | Jeff Atkins Imagine

Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.

as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.

“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.

you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”

you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.

“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.

“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”

your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.

“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.

“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.

you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.

“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.

jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”

you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.

you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.

it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.

he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.

“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.

you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.

“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.

your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.

a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.

this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.

you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.

you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.

you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.

jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.

you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”

“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.

you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”

jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.

you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.

you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.

“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.

your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.

jeff smiled, “i love you most.”

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this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!

Get Away

Request: Can you do something where (y/n) and Shawn are out on a date and the paparazzi are a bit aggressive and Shawn gets protective?

a/n: hello lovely people!! it sure has been a while! so sorry for delays and what not but i was in the midst of finals but i completed my first year of college!! yay!! and this past week has been the busiest week of my life bc i’m studying abroad in london and we have these pre-london classes and i had 2 classes for like 3 hours and it was a lot. i leave for london tomorrow and i wanted to get something up before i leave for 2 weeks and definitely won’t be writing bc i’ll be out exploring!! 

so happy reading and feedback is always appreciated!! 

Your name: submit What is this?

The bright city lights of Miami, Florida illuminated the restaurant more than the lights inside.  The floor to ceiling windows gave the restaurant a very city feels, and with always being a lover of the city, everything on the outside of the restaurant caught your attention.

         Shawn had been touring nonstop for the past two months, and he thought it would be a fun idea for you to come out and visit him.  And with you being on summer vacation, you didn’t see any reason as to why you couldn’t go and visit your boyfriend.  So when the two of you worked out what dates would work best, you booked a flight, and he picked you up from the airport of the city he was in.

        You were halfway through your trip, and since you two couldn’t immediately do anything when you arrived, Shawn suggested that the two of you wait until mid-way through your stay to do something, and his idea of something was a nice dinner in the city.

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Poke poke

Hii~ how would the boys react to the fact that their girlfriend squeaks when she’s poked in the side (like it’s not like a scream but it’s literally a loud short squeak)??? sorry if that wasn’t worded right ^^;;

(This was fun to do because I do the exact same thing XD)

[Gifs do not belong t me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by yoongichii

Joon would laugh the second he hears that squeak come from you. The insane blush on your face would have him grinning like a mad man because it’s so damn cute to him. “Y/n what was that?” he ask in between his laughter. The blush on your face becomes brighter by the second “n-nothing, stop laughing!” His hands would cover his face before reaching out to hold your face in his hands. “You’re so cute, I didn’t even know you did that,” he continues giggle every now and then as you pout at him. “It wasn’t cute I sounded weird,” “It was hella cute babe be quiet,”

||Jin||

Originally posted by ksjknj

The second you let that squeak escape your lips you cover your mouth embarrassed and wide eyed, looking at jin who was already having a major fit of laughter because of your reaction. All he did was poke you. A gasp was something he was expecting, but a squeak? It wasn’t weird but it surprised him a bit but would find it seriously cute. “Was that a squeak I just heard?” he chuckles. “N-no…I sneezed,” you blush and try avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend. “Who sneezes when they get poked?” He laughs and does it again making you squeak once more and laughs even harder. “Babe!” you hit his arm “that’s not funny,” “no your right, it’s hilariously adorable.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by pjkook

Yoongi would probably pause when he hears you squeak out his name when he accidentally poked your side when coming in for a hug. You’d stare at him with a light blush on your cheeks and lips presses together and wondered what he was thinking at the moment while his eyes were locked with yours. He’s not judging you, far from that  really. He just keeps replaying the sound in his head and thinking how cute it sounded. He reaches out unexpectedly and pokes you again making you jump back with a squeak and you glare at him with his gummy smile.  “Why’d you do that?” He shrugs “because I wanted to.” He tries again but you slap his hand away before he could touch you. “Stop poking me,” ”but I don’t wanna,” he laughs lightly. “Well you gotta,” “well I’m not gonna.”  

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by kawaiinekololitablog

Like yoongi, he’d pause for a second and begin to wonder what he just heard from you. He didn’t think he get that to come out of  you when he went to poke you. When he sees you blushing and covering your side he laugh little and try and try again just to hear you do that little noise he already found insanely endearing. “C’mon let me poke you!” “NO!” you scramble away from him so that you were out of reach. “But I want to hear you do it again it’s cute,” he begins to follow you with his arm stretched out and finger ready to poke your side again. “No it’s weird, stop trying to poke me hobi!” “I’m gonna getcha!”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin would be a giggling mess the first time he heard you squeak. He just wanted a kiss from you but his fingers poked at your side making you squeak and pull back from him. The sound you made for some reason was so cutesy and he already loved it. “Why did you squeak y/n?” his cute giggling would ascend in a cackle when he sees you blush and lets his head fall onto your shoulder. “That was so cute babe,” “it was weird,” “It was adorable and you know it.” 

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Taehyung wouldn’t even ask about the noise you just made. He is most likely only going to chase you around and keep poking you to make you squeak again and each time you did the harder he laughed. “TAEHYUNG STOP POKING ME,” you tossed a pillow at him but he quickly dodges and pokes you yet again. “NO it’s fun!” “Not for me I don’t like it.” Although he was poking you, you really couldn’t help but laugh with tae. “But the noise you make is funny I wanna hear it again.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by the-mark-tuan

Jungkook would imitate the noise you just made making him laugh harder than he already was because he’s never heard anything like it. Sure maybe the occasional yelp from you or girls he’s been around but your squeak was beyond compare. And now he something else to annoy you with. “Jungkook stop I get it,” you pout a little. “I’m sorry y/n.” Not even a second he pokes you again and imitates the squeak you made. “Kook seriously,” you whine and hit his hand. “It’s funny hearing you do it,” he stifles his laugh and you blush a little. “It’s cute to don’t be embarrassed.” 


Hope you liked it 😊
Much love~💖

Making Out with Carl Grimes would Include...

request: could you possibly do a head canon, for like a long heated make out session with carl??

pairing: carl x reader

a/n: i know i have so many other requests to get to but i reeeeally didn’t feel like continuing any of the series i have going on rn. i’ll update them as soon as i find inspo :-)

word count: 296

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers


-  “(Y/N), my dad will be home soon.” 

- “Carl, shut up.”

- his hands sliding from your hips to your lower back, pulling you so close that you can feel his hips slightly grinding against yours

- letting out little whines when he starts to kiss down your neck

- him slowly trailing one of his hands from your back to your boobs

- laughing a little when he grabs your boobs just because he’s normally so reserved

- “Come on, (Y/N). Don’t laugh. You know I can’t resist.” 

- leaning your head against the wall when he starts leaving hickies on your neck and chest

- moving your hands from the back of his neck to his hair and tugging every now and then

- getting sick of him being in control and pushing him backwards onto his bed

- his jaw dropping in awe when you rest on his hips with one leg on each side

- “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

- Carl having to take slow, deep breaths when you start kissing his neck

- “(Y/N), I’m pitching a tent, here.” 

- him sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in to him again

- him falling backwards on the bed, bringing you with him

- his hands dragging up the back of your shirt so slowly that it gives you goosebumps

- Rick or Michonne probably walking in on you two at least once a month

- sometimes just kissing, sometimes more

- lots of position changing, considering he sometimes likes to be on top and sometimes likes to be on bottom

- having to make yourself presentable quickly to do some kind of job

- every now and then getting to fall asleep with him

Originally posted by lovershub

anonymous asked:

DA:I companions (and advisors, if you feel like it) react to an Inquisitor with a young child from a previous relationship? (The other parent is not relevant to the Inquisitor anymore) Romance please, if you can, thank you!

Sorry for the lack of updates on my end. Life has been hectic the past 2 weeks. Ranging from job interviews and getting community service hours to graduate. (I already have the 80 i just want to get the cord but I need like 300+ hours.) Anyways sorry for the delay

-Mod Othe

Cassandra- She could tell that the Herald was stressed, not just from everything that’s happened but from something else. It isn’t until the scouts find a young child that she finds out why. Seeing them fuss and hold the small child in their arms makes her realize how little she knows about them. She makes a comment of how their child is cute. She helps with what she can. watching the child when the Herald is called away. If Romanced: She wonders if there is another woman. Or if she’s the other woman. She asks her lover but when he tells her that the child’s mother isn’t in the picture she relaxes. She never thought she wanted children but things change.

Varric- He finds it charming that they have a kid. It makes them seem more real. More than just a figurehead. When the Inquisitor is called to a meeting or any other situation he offers to watch their child. He’s often seen reading to the child in the main hall. He uses his contacts in the Merchants Guild to make sure that the child is well provided for when the Inquisitor isn’t around. When the Inquisitor tries to pay him back he declines.  “Just give the kid a good life. Don’t worry about a thing.” He enjoys watching the Inquisitor with their child. Seeing the way the Inquisitor holds them after being apart from them, telling them little stories, laughing with them, playing with them. Its humbling. Another little fact to add in his book, to show people that the Inquisitor is human, normal.

Solas- When he sees the Herald. crying over their found child, he feels his blood run dry. He knows that the child won’t have a normal life. Not with what the future holds. It also makes him think of all the others caught in the blast and it weighs heavily on his conscience making him doubt for just a minute. But its quickly pushed aside, he needs to focus on his people. He tends to avoid the child however, seeing them brings back the doubt and guilt. If Romanced: When she shows him her child he has questions. Surely the father would want his child and lover back? But when he is told that the father isn’t in the picture he is still hesitant for a different reason. But he allow himself to relax. He knows he shouldn’t but he lets himself get comfortable. 

Iron Bull- He’s actually really great with kids, basically a gentle giant (literally.) He’s like a really big uncle. He keeps the child safe when the Inquisitor isn’t there and enjoys giving them piggy back rides. He also jokes that one day the child will get as tall as him. If they are old enough to understand they are in awe at it. And if they are a qunari child he actually means it. If Romanced: He wonders if they have a partner and if hes just a lay for fun. Yet, when he’s assured that the other isn’t in the picture he enjoys having a child with the Herald and relishes in seeing them together. His little family.

Dorian- He finds the child cute and will often be seen with the child in his lap reading a book to them. Often the child will fall asleep in his lap. He hopes that the Herald will give them a good life, a better one than his own gave him. But he knows the Herald and he knows the child is in safe hands. After his companion quest he makes a comment to the Inquisitor, “Your child is lucky to have a parent like you.” He knows the child will grow up happy and loved. If Romanced: What the hell, is the first thought at seeing the child. He panics and wonders if hes just a lay for fun. But when he asks and his lover assures him that his former girlfriend/ wife isn’t in the picture he relaxes and can’t help but smile at being a dad. Even though he does joke that hes too ‘young’ to be a dad.

Viv- When she first sees the child she can’t help but smile. She tells the Inquisitor that other nobles who have children will be more relaxed when they to see that the Inquisitor also has a child. She puts her own funds towards the child’s education and even clothing. The child must be seen in the best of light possible. When the Inquisitor makes a comment about repaying her she to declines. “Just give them the best life possible. Show them love and acceptance that can be my payment.” While she does see the child as something to be used to help strength ties she also enjoys being in the child’s presence their laugh and smile is simply precious.

Sera- At first she avoids the child not really sure how to react to them. Then one day the child is around to witness on of her pranks and when she hears them laugh and see them smile she realizes that she can teach them to prank. This is much to the Inquisitors dismay. She does keep a watchful eye on the kid more so when she’s doing some elaborate prank. She enjoys being with the child more after that. If Romanced: She is definitely confused and wonders if there is someone else. But when her Honey Tongue tells her that the father isn’t in the picture anymore she relaxes. She loves being with her new little family and she loves spending time with the child.

Blackwall- He likes making toys for the child and when the Inquisitor is called off to somewhere he takes the child to paint wooden blocks together. At the end of it he often has paint in his beard but its worth it. If Romanced: Hes wary. This means that she has a husband or lover somewhere out there. When she tells him that the father hasn’t been in the picture he relaxes. He loves his new family. He love just being with them.

Cole- “Small hands, small little feet, back in my arms. Happy and loved. This is how it should be. You in my arms, hearing your little laugh and seeing your little smile. Life is complete again.” He is the best one to take care of the child. He can sense what they need and when they want to be with their parent. He also know when they are getting overwhelmed by the thing going on around them.

Leliana- She is different around the child. Softer, gentle. She can sometimes be seen holding the child and sometimes be heard singing to the child. The soft singing will calm the child and often bring the child to sleep. If anyone tries to harm the child she shows no mercy bringing that person to a swift end. No harm will come to the child not while she breaths. 

Josephine- She loves the Inquisitors child and will sometimes encourage them to bring them to meetings with nobles that also have children. It shows people that the Inquisitor is more than just the Inquisitor. It shows they are a parent and someone who was loved or is loved. If Romanced: She is a bit concerned, thinking that she’s stepped on a already formed relationship. When shes told the the other isn’t in the picture she relaxes. She can’t help but feel a little pride at having a small family.

Cullen- He makes sure that the child is well protected at all times. He hates to think that there are people that would harm the child just for being the Herald’s child. He does like seeing the Inquisitor with their child, knowing that the child will be loved and cared for. If Romanced: Like any sane man he immediately wonders if his lover has a husband or boyfriend. When hes told that he isn’t in the picture he spends more time with the child. He’s often seen reading reports with the child in his lap and sometimes seen rocking them to sleep. 

Yoongi Scenario: Evil Eyes.

Request: Hello loves ❤ can I request a yoongi scenario(fluffy pls) about him being jealous/possessive? I’m not sure why you can just let your imaginations decide that thank you 😘❤❤❤❤❤ + Hey there~ I really like your scenarios and I was wondering if you girls could make an scenario where y/n’s brother came to visit and yoongi didn’t know (neither does he knows how her brother looks like) and then he finds him in his and y/n apartment. Her brother is staying a few days and yoongi during those days feels kinda jealous? Thanks 😊 Sorry if it isn’t very clear 😅 if you can’t do it I understand don’t worry

Genre: Fluff / Comedy.


Yoongi was eager to get home, he was supposed to have full schedule today but when the radio show they were attempting got cancelled he rushed home where you should be since you weren’t going anywhere that saturday, Yoongi had already a couple of things in mind for you to do with this free time, all of them in the bedroom.
He looked at himself in the mirror in the elevator, he looked nice still with fashionable clothes and a his hair done, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he liked to look his best for you, you were always so pretty sometimes Yoongi thought he was lacking. But he smirked at himself disregarding those thoughts, thinking about you who would already have that little silky pajama thing, even if it was still half afternoon.

Opening the door he got rid of his jacket and shoes but then he heard something that made him sharpen his ear. The sound of your laugh, Yoongi would have been delighted any day to hear it only that this it was accompanied by a man’s laughter. 

He frowned thinking of who could possibly be here with you, you didn’t meet guy friends at home, you hadn’t told him anything about anyone visiting either. You squealed, sounding very pleased and something in Yoongi burned. Suddenly images of you with some guy laughing together, touching, kissing, you with that silky little thing on but to other man to take off, it made him inhale sharply, Yoongi stomped his way into the apartment following the sounds of laughter, you squealing, the man telling you were as mischievous as ever. It made him lose his cool completely, he didn’t want to believe what he was hearing so he stormed into the kitchen and saw you, in the arms of another guy.

You were fully dressed that was what he noticed first but his hands were on you and just that made his own hands go to fists, you were on the middle of the kitchen and it looked like he was tickling you or teasing you, both options sounding like big no’s for Yoongi, no other could be touching you like that.

-What the hell is this?-

You were startled to hear him, but as you looked his way you didn’t lose your smile, neither did you jump apart from that guy, Yoongi wanted to lunge at him, he wanted to tear his hands away from you. 

-Babe you are here!- you smiled wider and the guy smiled a little too, what kind of twisted shit was this. -This is…-

But before you could say something else Yoongi walked to you and shoved the guy away, it was stupid for him to do it when he should just leave since you were having so much fun, but he couldn’t stand the sight of you with someone else.

-Yoongi!- you recriminated like he was on the wrong, him! Like he was the one fooling around and not you.

-Hey man…- the guy started speaking and his voice made him snap.

-Get the fuck out out here-

You walked until you were in between them frowning at Yoongi who was trying to keep his cool but he very well knew it was far gone. 

-I’ll talk with you later Y/N, first this asshole has to…-

-He’s my brother!- you exclaimed outraged.

Well fuck.

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{ unexpected guest }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: Hi there! I was maybe wondering if you could make a hamilsquad fic about when the reader is alone in the house/apartment then suddenly robber shows up and sees her and the rest is up to u?

a/n: yes! i hope you like it! i have a hercules one that kind of follows this prompt so it’s called “vacancy” if you’d like to check it out! 

t/w: none! 

inbox || masterlist 


“Make sure the doors are locked, love.” Alex advised you, kissing your head from where you sat on the couch. You were sitting cross legged, totally engrossed in the newest episode of your favorite show with a blanket wrapped around you tightly.

You hardly noticed until John waved a hand in front of you. “Baby? Did you hear Alex?” 

“Yes. Lock the doors.” You said absentmindedly, looking around him. He managed a laugh and you gave him a small smile. “Promise I’ll be okay, Jack. You guys can go now.”

“You sure, princess?” Herc raised an eyebrow slightly, already slinging his jacket over his shoulders. He looked over at you from where he stood near the front door. Alex got up to look for something, mumbling things you didn’t quite pick up as he got up from the couch. He hurriedly gave you one more little kiss before he did so. John kissed your forehead and headed over near Herc.

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Grind || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @gottalovetheapocalypse: Ohh could you do 60, 65 and 91 with Jug?? Thank you💕

60.) “Are you going to talk to me?”
65.) “I don’t want you to stop.”
91.) “Tell me you need me.”

A/N: This was an interesting prompt to write. Hope you guys enjoy!

Gif by @markwatney

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“Are you going to talk to me?” you asked.

Jughead didn’t answer. He just continued watching the movie that was playing in front of the two of you. You and your boyfriend had had a fight earlier, resulting in the silent treatment from Jughead. Despite this, Jughead had come over for date night so you took that as a good sign. However, his silence to your question showed you he was still being stubborn. The two of you were also not sitting next to each other; you were on one side of the couch while Jughead was on the other side.

You sighed and sat back on your couch, arms crossed.

What to do, what to do…

Then you had an idea. You bit your lip to keep from smirking as you put your plan into action.

“Jughead…” you called sultrily. “My parents won’t be home for at least a few more hours.”

Although his attention appeared to still be on the movie, you saw him shift slightly in his seat.

Good.

“Juggie…” you cooed.

You got on all fours and began to crawl over to where your boyfriend was sitting, making sure not to stumble and fall off the couch. You saw him swallow as he tried very hard not to look at you. By the time you reached him, his crossed arms had relaxed and were lying limply on opposite sides of him. You took this as an invitation before you swung your leg over his waist and sat down on his lap. Jughead’s eyes closed and you bit back a smile as you knew you had him.

“Y/N…” he moaned softly, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.

You began to kiss his neck, teasing him.

“God, Y/N, don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.” Jughead said lowly.

You smirked as you bent your head so your lips were right next to his ear.

“Then tell me you need me.” you whispered as you began to grind down on him.

Jughead tightened his grip on your hips.

“Y/N…”

“Tell me.” you said as you grinded down harder, making Jughead let out a loud moan.

“I-I need you. I need you, Y/N.”

You smiled. Your plan was complete. You stopped your grinding and got off of your boyfriend’s lap. You turned to look at him, his eyes now open and bewildered.

“Then don’t give me the silent treatment.” you said cheekily before you sat back down in your original spot.

Jughead groaned in frustration, a red flush making its way onto his cheeks.

“Seriously?!” he exclaimed.

You smirked. Jughead growled and crossed his arms again, glaring at you.

“You gave me the silent treatment! What are you, five?” you asked, starting to laugh.

Jughead tried to keep glaring at you, but couldn’t help himself as a smile made its way onto his face. He began laughing with you, and the two of you laughed until your sides hurt. Jughead fixed the beanie on his head as the two of you tried to catch your breath, little laughs escaping every now and then.

“I guess it was pretty childish, huh?” he asked.

You snorted.

No shit, Sherlock.

Jughead sighed as he scooted over to you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he said.

You smiled and snuggled into his warmth.

“I’m sorry too.” you said referring to your earlier fight.

The two of you were silent again and resumed watching the movie. Then Jughead looked at you.

“Are your parents really not gonna be home for at least a few more hours?” he asked hopefully.

You rolled your eyes and looked at your boyfriend who had a sly smile on his face.

“Bedroom. Come on.” you said as the two of you quickly got up and raced to your room, the door slamming behind you.

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And aloneness is beautiful. It is only the person who is alone who becomes capable of love. Those who cannot be alone, they cannot be in love at all, because their love remains a kind of need.

Love can be of two types. One is when you say to somebody, “I need you, I really love you.” This is ugly love, because it is based in need. You say, “I need you”: you want to use the other. You are not yet able to be alone; you want to be together with somebody, you want to cling to the other. The other keeps you occupied - without the other you become afraid of your own aloneness.

And this is what people say, and lovers enjoy it very much. When somebody says to you, “I need you, I really love you,” you feel you are entering into something beautiful. You are not; you are entering into something destructive. This is the wrong kind of love.

And this is the love that exists in the world. Everybody is afraid of his loneliness and clings to the other, uses the other as a means, someone to cling to. And when you use the other, the other is reduced to a thing. He is no longer a person, he becomes a husband or a wife. Freedom is lost.

You cannot allow the other to be free, because if you allow freedom then you will have to face your loneliness. And that you don’t want to do.

So you cling. You hold the other, you possess the other. Even if it means being possessed by the other, you are ready to lose your freedom. You become mutual slaves, mutual imprisonments to each other.

Love-as-need creates what the other day I was calling “tunnel vision.” You become focussed on one person and you are afraid that if the other person leaves you, you will not be able to live at all. The very idea of the other leaving you gives you immediate thoughts of committing suicide. Your life will not have meaning.

This is tunnel vision. One is willing to admit only a narrow range of sensations; all else is regarded as insignificant. And when such expectations fail, then one feels life is not worth living. And they always fail, because nobody can really be possessed. How can you possess a presence, a person?

He is not a thing, you can never be the master. The other will go on asserting his freedom, the other will go on sabotaging your efforts to possess him. The other is trying to possess you, and you are trying to possess the other. Nobody wants to be possessed, and everybody wants to be the possessor. Now, this is doomed to fail.

Sooner or later, you will start feeling life has no meaning. This kind of love is pathological, and this is the only kind that exists and is available in the world. It drives people neurotic and psychotic. It should be changed into love which is not a need but a state. Then one can love life in more richness.

Then one can love and yet allow the other freedom. Then love is nonpossessive.

But that love is possible only when you have learned how to live with your aloneness. When you can be alone and perfectly happy and you don’t miss the other at all, only then can you love. But now a totally different kind of love arrives - even to think of it will shock you.

Then the lover says, “I don’t need you, I love you.” It will be almost incomprehensible, a lover saying to somebody, “I don’t need you, I love you.” It will look contradictory, because you have always heard, “I need you, I love you very much” - you are acquainted with that approach.

But this is TRUE love, the other is destructive. It destroys both the people, it destroys all the possibilities of growing. This is true love, this is creative love, when you can say, “I don’t need you, I simply love you.”

Just meditate over it. Repeat it silently within yourself: “I don’t need you, I love you” - and a totally different dimension opens up. Now there is no need to possess, now there is no need to reduce the other to a thing, now there is no need to destroy his or her freedom, now there is no need to allow the other to destroy your freedom. Now love can exist with freedom.

When love exists with freedom it has tremendous beauty; it has something of the ultimate in it. But now it is pure sharing. Now it is a luxury, it is no more a need.

I teach you love-as-luxury, not love-as-need. It is just an overflowing. You have so much that you cannot bear it any more, you have to give it to somebody. And from where are you getting so much?

It comes if you learn how to live in your aloneness. If you learn how to live in your aloneness, enjoy it and celebrate it, if you learn how to be empty without any desire to fill yourself up, to stuff yourself with anything - food, love, money, power - when you are not in any way interested in stuffing your emptiness, then suddenly emptiness changes its color, its quality is transformed. You relax into it.

Then you don’t feel, “I am empty.” You feel, “I am emptiness - and if I am emptiness, I am emptiness.”

And the purity of emptiness is tremendous. In emptiness not even a particle of dust can collect.

Emptiness cannot be polluted by anything, its purity is total and absolute. That emptiness is always virgin. Out of that emptiness, living in that emptiness, great joy and great peace arise and well up.

This is what I call creativity. It can become a song, it can become a painting, it can become a dance, it can become love, it can become all kinds of things. But one thing is similar: it overflows. This overflowing love is a state, a luxury, a sharing for the sheer joy of sharing. This love is celebration.

And, Tada, you have been avoiding your aloneness, you have been avoiding your emptiness. If you go on avoiding it you will never come to know this love, this creative love. And this is the greatest experience there is. You are avoiding your own great possibility and potential.

Don’t be serious, please. Drop it. It is not going to give you anything except more and more misery.

Meditate on these words of Kahlil Gibran:

Sing and dance together and be joyous But let each of you be alone Even as the strings of a lute are alone Though they quiver with the same music.

Stand together, yet not too near together, For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Be alone: that is meditation. And in aloneness wells up love: that is creation. Then love can do miracles.

But the person who remains serious remains unavailable to his own sources, his own juice; he remains unavailable to his own soil and roots. The person who is serious goes on moving round and round outside his being.

Drop your seriousness. Laugh a little, love a little, and you will know what God is.

—  Osho
WallFlower Part III

Part I Part II


A/N: Here is part III for wallflower guys!!! As promised this chapter is longer than the first ones. I poured my heart out writing this chapter and made necessary research, so please if you have free time please drop by on my inbox and message me for any feedbacks that you have. I don’t like inserting AN on the story so I’ll say it here. PLease imagine the photo to be Zach and (y/n). And the baby cutie as Zach’s sister.

P.S: I’ve already mentioned that this story is set for AU and it’s fiction, but I just want to apologize if I wasn’t able to get the proposal right for the original Chinese Tradition.  On we go to the story!

Lucy Liu-Please imagine her as MS. Lee the  Matchmaker. Matchmaker in traditional chinese wedding is someone who makes sure that the ritual will be perfect. They settle the dowry and consults the chinese zodiac if the couple’s birth year will bring prosperity to their  wedding and family.

                                                         –♥–


Coffee. It has been  your life for the past year working for Monet’s. Today is  a relaxing day. Most of the customer’s are reading or doing their own stuff on their own world. The stream of customers today are mostly teenagers.  You love watching people from where you are. You can no longer do this at liberty high. Everyone’s attention is now on yours and Dempsey. That guy. Speaking of which.

*Fluffy giant calling* You answered smiling. The past month has been good on you because Zach made sure you are comfortable. He makes sure that you are taken cared of. The guy is a walking fluff.

“Dempsey.” You greeted. “Mrs. Dempsey.” He retaliated. You can hear him smiling on the other line. You can’t stop smiling as well. Before this all happened, you never imagined that this giant has a sweet side. Jocks on your school is known to be a dick. But Zach made you change your mind on your opinion with them. Being with him is a breathe of fresh air from your boring life.

“Right. What do you need?” You ask smiling. “Wow. You’re no longer opposed on being called my wife.” He laughed. “Anyways, I’m calling to remind you that Ms. Lee will be here tonight. Everything is set for the proposal this evening.” He said informing you.

“Who would think that matchmakers are still a thing on this day. Have you meet her before?” You asked Zach. Ms. Lee is your matchmaker. Matchmakers are known for chinese arranged marriages. They make sure that the union of the two family will bring wealth for both of the families. This evening will be the start the ritual. It’s a six part ritual starting with the proposal. Basically Ms. Lee together with Zach’s family will propose to your family. Once the proposal is accepted the second ritual will begin.

“Sounds crazy right? But it’s how it is. Where you able to fit your Cheongsam ?” Zach asked. It may seem that this arranged union is not taking a toll on Zach at all with how he’s handling everything. But you see changes with him. It might be little changes that his friends are not noticing but for an observant person like you, you notice it. There are bags under his eyes now. He’s starting to distance himself with his friends which for you is total BS. You may not like his friends sometimes but they’ve been his friends. This marriage should not take that away for Zach or for you.

“Zach, don’t you have practice right now?” You asked suddenly remembering that next week is game day for the school’s basketball team. You’ve been given the task of being the photographer of the event since Tyler was suspended after Hannah reported the stalking incident that happened. You never thought that Tyler can do that. You’ve worked with Tyler several times since both of you are the resident photographer of your schools paper.

“Uhh. Yea. But I asked coach for a break. I mean we need to settle a few things. It’s no big deal. I can still play on Monday.” He explained.

“Sorry. I know how important this game is for you. We can ask for the proposal to be move if you’d like so you can attend practice.”  You offered.

“No. It’s really okay, Babe.” He assured you. This guy is really thoughtful. You mused.

“Okay if you say so. I have to go. There’s a new customer coming in. See you later, BABE♥?” you said emphasizing the last part. One thing you learned about Zach is he like sweet nothings. He likes to feel that he’s the only guy for you. Which he is right, he is. The guy is starting to win your heart. Just like how this arrangement start, traditional. Zach is nothing but traditional on how to win you. He takes a lot of effort and time to make you feel things that even HIM was not able to make you feel. With Zach, you feel how important you are. He’d drop whatever he’s doing whether he’s hanging out with his friends or basketball practice to be by your side. With the last boyfriend you had it’s different.

Zach chuckling pulled you out of your reverie. “ Okay Babe. See you. Go hung up.” He says.

“ No. You hung up. You’re the one who called.” You said. Smiling. This has been an ongoing game between you and Zach.  Zach laughed. “ No babe. You hung up.” As much as you don’t want to lose. The customer is almost at the bar. “Fine. Just because the customer is already here. See you later.” You disconnected and hide your phone in your pocket.
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“Wanshang Hao!” Your mom greeted your guests in Chinese while directing them to the living room. You’re standing beside the door bowing at your guests. It’s customary to avoid eye contact from your elders unless they are speaking with you directly.


Zach’s dad came in first followed by his mom. Zach’s sister came in next wearing a pink Cheongsam  with her hair in pigtails bun. She’s so cute! Over the month you’ve grown close with Zach’s sister. Agreeing babysitting everytime you get the chance. You smiled when she stopped in front of you and peered at you smiling. “Did you do something wrong?” She asked innocently.


You shake your head. Smiling at her. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to talk to her. She looked confused still looking at you. “Sky, come here.” Zach’s  mom said. Sky run to her. Then someone in red Cheongsam stopped in front of you. You know it’s Zach. It’s customary to wear matching red Cheongsam  for the pair for prosperity. You’re still not looking up. You’re focusing your attention on the hem of Zach’s Cheongsam . His scent is intoxicating you. Willing you to look at him. But you know you can’t until the proposal was accepted. Another pair of feet stopped. And your guessing she’s the match maker. “Zach, you need to go in the living room.” She said. Zach complied and walk to your living room. After the Dempsey’s came in and settled on the living room you walked in side by side with your mom.

You’re an only daughter. You descended directly from Emperor Puyi. The last emperor of China. While Zach is the great great grandson of Emperor Qin. This union ties the first and last family of Emperor’s. Yep. No pressure in there. Your peers from Liberty High thinks you’re just dating Zach. That this is just a normal high school relationship. Why do you feel that this suddenly feels too much and it’s suffocating.

Ms. Lee opened a small box and showed it to your father, “ Mr. Kim, this is the initial dowrey from Dempsey’s family. It’s a jade hair pin from the Ming royal family. Just as beautiful as your daughter.” Your dad took the box and inspect it. You’re still avoiding the eyes of your elders or anyone in the room actually. You felt like the jade hairpin. A commodity of exchange. Now you are actually lucky to have such an understanding and loving Zach to thank for. It’s a win win situation. But you can’t help but feel that you lost your freedom. Ironic since you’re living in the land of the free. You don’t what to feel anymore. In the midst of this thinking you unknowingly look up and look directly in Zach’s eyes. He’s already looking at you. It seems that everything stopped after you look at him. There’s no jade pin. No Ms. Lee. No families in the room. No pressure on your shoulders. There’s just you and him. Someone who understands this whole situation that you’re in. And suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore. He smiled like he knows what’s going on in your head. Like he knows that you just realized that you fell in love for him without him knowing it.

“Well it seems that the proposal has been accepted. Since the bride and the groom are looking at each other now.” Ms. Lee joked. Waking you and Zach on your own little bubble. Your family laughed. Ms. Lee stand and walk until she’s at the back of the sofa you are sitting in. You sat up straighter since you  know what she’ll do next. She carefully remove the jade pin on the box and slowly put it on your hair.

“We are excited for this union.” Zach’s mom mused while looking at your mom. Both of your mom and Zach’s mom are descendants of the chinese family and not your dads. It just so happen that chinese follow the patriarchal ladder that’s why your dad’s do all the talking for this engagement.

“Can you imagine the news back in China once the other families hear this?” Your mom mused. And Zach’s mom just laugh.
“We cooked dinner for everyone let’s go have dinner in the kitchen and talk about the next ritual.” Everyone made a beeline to go to the kitchen. You’re the last one to stand. Zach grabbed your hand and made you look at him. “Are you okay?” He asked. Genuinely concerned. You smiled “ I am now.” Entwining your hands.

Look for me in the stars, in the moon, in the cold air, in the dew, in the raindrops, in the winter fall. Look for me in that little coffee shop, in that old book store, in that antique gift store, in that old red car, in that old music records store. Look for me in the old things and the old feels. Look for me in the things that smell old, that keeps your soul flowing. Do not just look for me anywhere. I am not in the traffic, in the city lights, in the crowded streets or in the loud music. I am not in the summer heat, in the swimming pool, in the merry go rounds.
I am in the calm things, I am in your dreams, in your silent naps, in your beautiful smile. I am in your little outbursts of laugh, in your blush, in your winks, in your silly gestures. Try to breathe me in the little things and you’ll find me like no one could. If ever you could, I promise, you’ll be my first, and I’ll be your last.
—  BINI //look for me
Message In A Bottle

Request: based off the song I Don’t Even Know Your Name

a/n: hello!! hi! so sorry i’ve been a little mia! i want to make these requests as good as i can get them so, in turn, they take a while to get up!! i’ve also bee super busy with school! so i hope you enjoy this cute little one and let me know what you thought about it🤗🤗

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           “Katherine, was it really necessary to come this early?” You looked over at your friend, among the few other girls who thought it’d be a good idea to come line up outside of the venue early. 

           Katherine nodded her head vigorously and looked at you as if you’d just offended her, “Since we’re on the floor, we have general admission, and we have to be towards the front.”

           You rolled your eyes but nodded anyway.  Katherine had gotten tickets to see Shawn Mendes in concert.  You thought his music was catchy and liked it a lot, but Katherine was more of a fanatic when it came to him.  She had come over to your house the night before to make sure you had an outfit to wear because, as she said, “you never know what might happen, you could sweep him off his feet.”

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Daddy’s Girl

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“Come on, you can say it. Ma-ma.”

“Da-da,” Lillian squeaked out.

“Ma-ma,” you repeated anxiously.

“Da-da.”

“Lily, come on. you can do this,” you said angrily.

“Da-da,” she shouted more enthusiastically, flailing her little fingers at you.

“Jesus we’re raising an idiot,” you muttered under your breath. Lily’s little laugh then filled the air.

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nineteen.

It felt like divine intervention–like God was smiling down on your little relationship. 

Your boys gradually became themselves once again. There were very few nights where they couldn’t sleep, there were fewer days when they couldn’t seem to get out of bed, and there were very few days where silence filled the house. 

One afternoon, Alex danced in the kitchen with John. Another evening, John couldn’t stop laughing. One morning, you caught Laf singing as he made coffee. 

Little by little, your boys came back to you and you were so glad to have them again.

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Youngjae; 

-he’d hurt just seeing you feel so awful all the time, but would constantly try to help you feel better even just a little bit- 

*brings you your favorite food and drinks; gets teary eyed the moment he sees you curled up on the couch under your favorite blanket* 
“Jagi, I got you your favorite stuff babygirl.” “I know you feel bad but food always helps me when I feel like that, so please try to eat.” “I just want to see you feel happy and okay..” 

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Mark; 

-would absolutely hate it seeing you always feeling sick, but hate the fact that there’s little he could do about it- 

*walks into y’all’s shared bedroom, sees you laying in bed and automatically climbs in and cuddles you from behind* 
“Feeling sick again princess?” “Aiisshh… I’m sorry my love, I wish I could help.” “Let’s nap okay? Maybe you’ll feel better when we wake up..” 

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Jaebum; 

-he’d always end up trying to convince you to go to the doctors, in hopes that you’ll stop feeling so sick- 

“Babe, why don’t you let me take you to my doctor?” 
*you tell him you saw countless doctors in the states but nothing really helped* 
“Jagi, come on- Korean medicine is different, what if we find something that helps, even if it’s a little?” 

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Jackson; 

-the moment he hears you groan, he knows that you’re not feeling well; our wang puppy will go out and come back with your favorite chocolates and other little goodies- 

*walks into the living you, automatically spots you practically hiding underneath your blanket*
“My poor princess, I hate that you’re feeling so bad and hurt all the time..” “Here are some little snacks for you babygirl, maybe they’ll help.” 
*starts to act cute hoping to make you smile and hear your adorable little laugh*

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Yugyeom; 

-knows there’s not much he can do so he just cuddles with you and gives you tons of affection; giving your forehead kisses, tummy and back rubs, etc- 

“Jagiya, I hate seeing you like this..” 
*lays with you, wrapping his around your waist from behind* 
“I’m going to be here by your side til you feel better, okay?” 

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Jinyoung; 

-would always keep track of every symptom or feeling you had when you felt bad, and would end up looking up different home remedies knowing how stubborn you’d become when he’d ask you to go to the doctors- 

*would place a cup of a tea his mom told him could help on the nightstand next to you* 
“Drink this okay babygirl?” “It could help a little bit..” 
*he’d climb into bed with you, shaking his head as you tried to refuse it*

“Either you drink it or I will carry you to the doctors myself, princess.” 

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Bambam; 

-would always end up paranoid it’d be something serious- 

*it’d been the fourth time this week you were just not feeling the greatest, the moment he’d come home and see you laying on the couch his heart would just break and he’d feel this sense of frustration*
“Jagi please let me take you to the hospital or something..” “Please, I’m so worried and it can’t be good for you to always be sick like this..” 

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Rapheal x Chubby!Reader

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted anon! :) 

 11:00 pm standing in front of the mirror again for what seemed like ages, poking and prodding and the stomach you hated. Unlike the magazines and television models you had a bit more to your body then they did. As your eyes caught the “skinny” jeans laying in the corner of your room, a sigh of defeat escaped your lips. They were good jeans nothing was wrong with them except for the fact the sometimes it got difficult to fit into them comfortably.

 Personally you liked your leggings better, they fit snugly, they were soft and they didn’t make your thighs itch which nobody wanted. There was one downside to this all, they were the same pair of jeans that April owned and April was a goddess in most men’s eyes. Long legs, hour glass figure, clear complexion, could eat fast food for a year and not gain a single pound. That’s what you wanted so badly to be, especially when you caught Raphael’s longing stares in her direction and thin models on motorcycles posters strewn across his room. Even as Raph laid across the room in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he deserved more than you, someone who could defend themselves and fight for the little guy, someone who could charm her way into the room, who made everyone’s heads turn as she entered. Realizing to yourself that you had just described April you angrily tossed your damned jeans to the floor and kicked them swiftly under the bed, knocking over your chair in the process which startled Raphael awake.

 “Ya know I’m trying to sleep here…Eh babe what’s the matter?”

 “Absolutely nothing Raphael I’m perfectly freaking fine!”

 “Eh I highly doubt that doll”

 “Why me Raphael? Why have all this as a girlfriend, why not some thin stick like creature that you like so much?! What’s the point of dating me when you obviously don’t like what I look like, am I that bad that your just with me because you feel bad?!”

 “What the- HEY! Calm down y/n”

 “That’s rich coming from you Raph”

 “Nah what’s rich is how dumb your being, what. The hell do ya mean I don’t like how ya look? Ya think I’d enjoy someone else? Y/n what the shell’s gotten into you!”

 “Go be with April, she’s the better choice for you! God dammit Raph she’s everything you need and everything I’m not! Can’t you see? She can jump rooftops and fight the bad guys while still coming up with some sort of world saving plan and still look like she’s stepped out of a beauty salon! She’s miss perfect isn’t she? Rides motorcycles, takes long walks, kick boxes, she’s thin, she’s great at everything! I’m just not enough for you can’t you see! I’m just standing in your way of being happy for once! Leave me while you can Raph! Don’t pity me anymore.” “Y/n…baby c’mere”

 Raphael’s eyes softened as he realized what you were going on about, he hadn’t meant to cause you to feel this way. To him you are the most beautiful girl he’s ever met yea sure April was pretty but you were something else. You could belt out the lyrics to ever rock and roll song ever created, you weren’t afraid of taking one for the team, your laugh made him feel like that’s all he ever wanted. Wrapping you in his arms tightly even though you tried to squirm away wanting to scream out another round of angry words and hot tears falling down your face.

 “Doll, I’m gonna love ya until I can’t no more then I’m gonna love ya just the way ya are some more. I don’t need April by my side, hell I have my girl right here in my arms and there ain’t no way I’m letting her go. You’re beautiful baby and I don’t tell you it enough, I love gettin lost in your eyes and I love picking you up just to hear you laugh, I love your body babe, all the curves just make their more to love and there ain’t no way I would want anything less. I’m a frickin idiot for not telling you more baby, hell it takes a special kind of girl to wanna date a mutant turtle” 

 Your tears eventually turned into sniffles and your sniffles turned into a giggle as Raph made fun of himself. He smirked at your little laugh, kissing the top of your head.

 “That’s my girl, my beautiful girl”

 “I love you Raphie”

 “Yea you do, I love you to y/n more then ya know doll.”

 “I think I have a pretty good idea how much now!” 

 “Do me a favour doll, never doubt how beautiful ya are. I see in you everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t want it any other way. All I need is you, all I want is you, I don’t need no one else as long as I’ve got you. Short and chubby, tall and thin, I’m gonna love you no matter what. After all I’ve got some flaws that need work to, and your always there to give me an attitude check and to make me a better man…well better turtle. But ya know if you wanna learn how to box then I can teach you a few moves” 

 Curling into his arms just a little more you stood on your tip toes and gave Raph a long sweet kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his wrap tightly around your waist. There’s was nothing to be ashamed about, loving yourself was what was important. Even if you couldn’t do it now then at least you had Raph to help you along the way.

 Side note: everyone’s bodies are beautiful! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise either :)

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